It had been twenty-four hours since Jasmine’s heated tryst with Will Devlin in the Baltimore hotel. In the afterglow of their passionate fucking, she’d made a point of putting her number into his mobile as they parted. She felt it in her bones—she hadn’t seen the last of him. The hunger in his eyes had sealed it; he was completely hooked.
As midnight settled over the quiet suburbs of Baltimore, Jasmine lay in bed, the silence broken only by her husband’s soft breathing. Sleep eluded her, her senses still alive with recollections of Will and the unforgettable night they shared. Her mobile hummed softly on the bedside table, illuminating the shadowed room. The number stirred her immediately.
Will: How was your day?
Jasmine: Good, thank you. Obliviously you had a safe flight home.
Will: I’m back home in Kansas, lying on the couch, gazing at the ceiling, thinking of you. I wasn’t sure when to reach out to you.
Jasmine: It’s nice to hear from you. You can text me any time, no worries. I’ll always come back when I can. I was thinking about last night, too.
Will: I was imagining the feel of you wrapped around me. Last night was unforgettable.
Jasmine: I would love to be there with you, wrapped around you right now.
Will: Oh, wow!
Jasmine: What would you do to me? Tell me!
Jasmine caught her breath, her legs pressing together beneath the covers. She glanced at her sleeping husband, a fleeting shadow of remorse giving way to a surge of longing. Her skin tingles against the fabric of her nightshirt. She eased from the bed silently, retreating to the bathroom for solitude, her heart racing, waiting for Will’s reply
She rested against the sink, her lip caught between her teeth to quiet a sigh, the cool surface steadying her as desire kindled within. The phone vibrated promptly, his words sending a shiver through her core.
Will: Kiss your lips, your neck, slowly stroke your curves. What would you do if I were there right now?
Jasmine: Well, I am not sure my husband or kids would be as happy as I to see you.
Will: You know what I mean.
Jasmine’s body tightened, her hand drifting beneath her nightshirt to trace gentle circles on her smooth brown skin. She envisioned his strong silhouette, hair disheveled, gaze intense with want. The thrill of secrecy—her family so close—only deepened her arousal.
Jasmine: I’d haul you through the door, drink in the heat radiating from your body as you steer me with a soft touch. Then you’d spin me around in a frantic rush, and take me hard from behind, your cock sliding inside.
Her breath quickened; she couldn’t believe what she had written. Her fingers slipped inside her panties, exploring her growing warmth as the scene unfolded in her mind. The locked door offered some protection, yet the risk heightened every whisper of sensation. Will’s response arrived, drawing her nearer to release.
Will: Fuck, Jasmine, that sounds so damn hot. I’d kick the door shut behind us, my hands gripping your hips as I press against you, feeling your ass grind back into my hardening cock. You’d bend over and I’d yank your panties down, spreading your legs wide before slamming into your wet pussy, thrusting deep and fast, pounding you relentlessly until we both explode.
Jasmine: Wow, that is some horny sex.
Will: You’re stirring some fire in me. What are you doing now?
Jasmine: Nosey!!
Will: Tell me you are touching yourself.
Jasmine: I am spreading my legs, my pussy is already soaked, imagining your cock inside me. I am circling my clit.
Will: Put your fingers inside!
Jasmine pulled off her nightshirt. Then slid two fingers deep, thrusting hard as she pinched her nipple.
Jasmine: Oh fuck, I am so wet and warm down there.
Will: I want you to cum for me.
Jasmine slid her panties down her legs. The wet slaps echoed as she fucked herself faster, picturing Will in her head. Her free hand gripped the sink for support as she quickened the pace, her thumb rubbing firmly over her clit. Juices coated her fingers, dripping down her thighs. The pressure built fast, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. She bit her lip again to stifle a cry, but it escaped anyway—a low, desperate whine—as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed wildly, squirting a hot gush onto the floor tiles. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body, making her knees buckle. Jasmin rode it out, fingers still buried deep, until she slumped against the wall, panting and spent.
At home in Kansas, Will listened to her moans as he nursed a whiskey in his dimly lit lounge, the amber liquid burning down his throat. Jasmine’s words were igniting him, fingering her slick pussy to thoughts of his cock, pinching her nipple, cumming hard. His dick was rock hard in his jeans. He shifted, palming himself through the fabric. The heat built fast. He unzipped, wrapping his hand around his thick length, stroking firmly from base to tip, pre-cum slicking his grip.
“Oh, Jasmine,” he whispered, pumping harder.
Balls drawing tight, he came with a stifled groan, hot spurts landing on his thigh, soaking into his pants. Breathing heavy, he cleaned up with a napkin, a smirk formed as his mobile buzzed once more.
Jasmine: I came shaking, lots of hot tropical juices.
Will: Fuck, Jasmine.
Jasmine: I bet you just jerked off too, didn’t you?
Will: Literally shot a load sitting on the couch.
Jasmine: Dirty bastard.
Will: I’m returning to Baltimore for work next month.
Jasmine: When? Let me know. I promise I’ll try to meet you for sure.
Will: OK.
Jasmine: Let’s go to sleep now.
Will: Goodnight, gorgeous x
Jasmine: Goodnight, handsome.
Jasmine cleaned herself up and put on her nightshirt, returning to her husband as though nothing had happened.
