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Finding Jasmine (Part 2)I heard nothing from Jasmine for almost three weeks. She was always in my head it seemed and I often found myself running the events of that first encounter through my mind, partly shocked and surprised at my behaviour, totally out of character, but wanting so much to repeat it, to do so much more. I found I couldn’t masturbate without thinking of her, without thinking about how it felt to touch her. I had almost given up hope of seeing her again. Several times I had made my way to the city to sit in the same Starbucks for an hour or two, sometimes three, hoping beyond hope that she would be there. Then one weekend I received a text from an unknown number. “Starbucks. 1 hr :)”I had butterflies in my stomach and I’m sure my heart stopped for a second or two.”OK” I sent back.. Then a reply “Wait for me upstairs”.The drive to the city took forty minutes, by the time I’d parked and made my way there on foot I arrived at Starbucks ten minutes early, got a coffee and went upstairs to wait. Bang on time I sat by a window and watched people passing in the pedestrianised street below. It was early afternoon, Saturday, and the city was crowded. I watched eagerly, checking out all the the groups of girls that passed, and those alone, desperate for a glimpse of Jasmine as she arrived. Fifteen minutes passed and still no sign. I was beginning to think I’d been had, when I saw her. Walking towards the entrance with another girl. Her friend was pretty, long brown hair. Roughly the same height as Jasmine but plump, curvy. Beautifully so. Big, fat breasts barely contained within a tight vest top, straining so hard that acres of silky bra could be seen burgeoning from the side, the material clung to her soft round belly accentuating her comely curves. She was wearing tiny denim shorts, cut so high there was literally no leg, just the thinnest strip of frayed denim disappearing between her soft thick creamy white thighs. I couldn’t help imaging how the material must be cutting into her pussy. As I watched the two girls stopped close to the entrance, Jasmine faced the door and her friend turned to face her, giving me the most beautiful view of her rear. Big round fleshy arse cheeks hung from the bottom of her shorts. So different to Jasmine who looked oh so fragile in comparison, but bewitchingly beautiful nonetheless. Shortly they gave each other a hug and Jasmine’s Rubinesque friend walked away. Jasmine headed inside.Five or so minutes later she came bouncing up the stairs, mobile in one hand and some kind of frappuccino thing, ridiculously overladen with whipped cream and caramel drizzle, in the other. She saw me and made her way to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting opposite me, I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.”Hi” she said, using a straw to scoop a dollop of cream bursa escort which she proceded to suck on precociously as she glared at me.”Hi” I replied a little weakly for my liking, not sure where we were headed here.”You know how fucking stupid that was the other week, right?” she snapped, “Following a girl like that? Touching her up in a public place! Are you mental or something? Think how that could’ve turned out!”I opened my mouth, desperate to explain myself but words failed me, and all I managed to do was make a few stuttering noises and open and close my gob like a fish.”Lucky for you I’m the kind of depraved brat that get’s off on that sort of thing” She said in a much more concilliatory tone, lips twisted in a slight smile, “So what do you say we get to know each other a little better?”.We talked for hours, surprisingly not about sex, at least not at first. Jasmine was very open about herself. We found we both enjoyed video games, although not really the same genres or the same platform. She was surprised that a man of my age enjoyed gaming(but I reminded her my generation grew up at the dawn of the computer age). She told me where she worked, that she enjoyed the cinema(we both liked the same kind of movies), that she lived with family just outside the city, she even told me how she liked watching porn on the 50″ TV when she was home alone, playing with herself on the sofa..That brought us round nicely to sex and we discussed what we liked and didn’t like. What we’d done, what we hadn’t and more importantly what we wanted to do. I discoverd she is bi-sexual and enjoyed oral, giving and receiving, with a woman. Face sitting, something I adore, was another. Obviously exhibitionism was right up there and also a liking of being dominant with other girls. I suggested the girl she arrived with was pretty hot and Jasmine told me that she,Melissa, was like a big sister to her and that Jasmine had always had a bit of a girl crush on her. The thing that appealed to me most though was Jasmines submissive side, her want to be treated roughly, fucked roughly.. the thought of forcibly fucking her made my cock stir. But there was no chance of that today, after what was an enjoyable couple of hours chatting and getting along nicely, she made her excuses and left. Before leaving she promised she would be in touch again, but made me swear I’d never try to contact her first, and that she had to initiate contact, and then only by text. I must never call her or try to find her at work. I swore I wouldn’t and when she’d gone made my way back to the car and home.We met a few more times in the same place and always the same way over the next few months, there was never any touching or naughtiness or even the wanton display of flesh so evident the first time I saw her. It was always quite bursa escort bayan “proper”.Except for one occasion when instead of leaving me in Starbucks when our conversation ended, Jasmine took me back to where her car was parked in the mall. She “owed me one” she had said. I sat in the passenger seat of her compact red Peugeot, Jasmine in the driving seat. She took off her tshirt then placed her hand on my thigh, sliding it along, palm down, and up onto my crotch, where she found and rubbed seductively on my cock, gripping and squeezing it through the denim. My cock was hardening and she began to unbutton my jeans. I reached out to touch her through her bra, a simple black affair of cotton lycra mix, no support, just two triangular panels that merely sought to cover her tiny teen boobs. I felt her nipples harden against my palm as I squeezed her gently through the soft thin fabric, her hand now flat on my stomach and making it’s way down into my open jeans, her fingers sliding under the waist band of my boxers and wrapping around the shaft of my engorged cock. I leant forward and kissed her, gently pressing our lips together then gently opening hers with my tongue, feeling her tongue meet mine and twirling round it. Soon we were kissing deeply and passionately as Jasmine freed my cock from it’s prison, squeezing and stroking it to full hardness as my hand felt inside her bra, squeezing her pert flesh, trapping the nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling and pinching, twisting a little, feeling it harden and swell further. With her free hand Jasmine removed my hand from her bra and bent forward to kiss the tip of my cock, her tongue dipping into the pre cum pooling in the hollow of my foreskin. Her hand slid up the shaft to my head and slowly but firmly she drew down, peeling my foreskin back, revealing my shiny head, all the while kissing and licking my salty tip. Jasmine opened her mouth, bobbing down and wrapping her lips around my shaft just below the helmet, sucking gently as her tongue continued to work my head, the tip of her tongue probing and prodding the slit. Then she pushed down, dribbling spit through her lips as she slid over my cock, taking me almost fully in her hot wet mouth. I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against the top her oesophagus, hot wet and tight. She drew back up, sucking long and slow to the tip then back down, over and over slowly sucking me off. Each time I felt my cock brush the back off her throat, she pulled back and the cycle started again. I reached out to touch her several times, to cup her arse cheeks, to stroke her thighs or to touch her pussy through her knickers but each time she just reached back and gently took my hand a way, all the while slowly sucking me off. It felt sensational being inside her mouth, Jasmine reached escort bursa under me and cupped my balls as she sucked, squeezing and massaging them, the tip of her middle finger expertly extended to touch the sensitive area between my balls and arsehole. Pressing and stroking me there with her finger prompted me to start rocking my hips a she sucked, and as if on cue Jasmine began bobbing her head up and down a lttle faster. I raised my hand and wrapped it in the silky soft hair at the back of her head, letting her move freely, but holding on anyway. Gradually Jasmine started to go deeper and I could feel my head starting to push into her throat. So tight around my head each time she bore down on me. Four or five times she lengthened her stroke till she bore down once more and swallowed me completely, my cock pushed fully inside her mouth, the head fully inserted into her throat. I felt her gag a little, her throat contracting two or three times around my helmet, making me throb as her her tongue poked out and tickled the sensitive base of my cock. Spit oozed down over my ball sack and onto her finger as she rubbed me. Jasmine pushed further with her finger now, finding my arse hole and rubbing it gently with her thick sticky slobber. At the same time she lifted her head, more spit droooled from her open mouth as she gasped for breath, soaking my cock, before she dived down again. I lifted my hips to meet her, grasping her hair tightly and pushing her head down. And so it continued, me plunging my cock in and out of her waiting mouth, forcing the head down her throat as I held her head down. Her rubbing my arse hole, pressing against it firmly till she opened it slightly with the tip of her finger while I fucked her mouth. I don’t know long it took, probably not long at all, but I came in her throat. My cock twitching, throbbing, with each spurt, too many to count and I shot my hot load deep inside as I held her head down firmly in my lap. Finally I let go her hair and she lifted her pretty face as she gagged, cum and thick stringy spit filled her mouth. Too much to hold, the sticky mix ran over her lips and chin, forming strings and pooling on her chest, seeping into her bra. Jasmine looked at me smiling as best she could with her mouth half open, trying to keep the gooey stuff in. A few tears rolled down her cheek, leaving pretty black mascara trails. She looked wonderful. She closed her mouth and swallowed hard, emptying her mouth while I pulled up my boxers, sticky and clammy, over my shrivelling cock. Jasmine had found some wipes from somehere and was wiping her chest and chin. “You have to go now” she said, “But first you have to kiss me”. I didn’t relish the idea of tatsing my own cum, but I couldn’t refuse and tried to kiss her tentatively. But she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard against her, forced her tongue through lips and deep into my mouth, sharing the salty stickiness with me. It wasn’t so bad and I felt sated. I clambered out and went to find my own car as Jasmine put her tshirt back on.

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