Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Jasmine

As soon as I heard his voice, I knew who it was without turning around. My knees weakened and I instantly had butterflies in my stomach, just like I had back in grade twelve when he asked me out after a basketball game. I nervously turned around. “Hi, Mike.”

He looked better than I could have imagined. He had bulked up a fair amount and his dazzling smile still had me hypnotized.

Mike

Funny how time has a way of changing your memories. I forgot all her annoying habits and her excessive anxiety issues and remembered fondly, almost longingly, the good times.

We chatted briefly about why we were both here and I suggested we meet the next day for supper.

Jasmine

As soon as he suggested we meet for supper, tomorrow, Valentine’s Day, my emotions went ballistic. I was excited and scared, but attempted to show neither as I agreed, “That would be great.”

His smile never flickered. “Excellent. There is an amazing restaurant across the street. I’ll meet you in the lobby at 5:30 tomorrow.”

“Ok,” I replied, attempting to hide my giddiness.

He started toward the elevator before he stopped and added, in a rather authoritative tone, “The place is pretty nice, pumpkin, so dress up.”

He turned around and disappeared in the elevator. I received my room key and headed to the elevator, my head spinning while I tried to read into Mike’s intentions.

Mike

knowing Jasmine, she is trying to figure out my intentions. I am not even completely sure I know my intentions. Do I want her back? I don’t think so, but maybe. Do I want to fuck her tomorrow? Hell, yeah. But mostly I want to test my theory of her submissiveness. Telling her what to wear was step one. She knows I like pantyhose and stockings. I always expected her to be wearing thigh high stockings when we were in public, just as a tease or for easy access to her private area if I was so inclined. I wanted her in a dress, stockings and open-toe shoes. I loved to see her toes in stockings, when she was I know she was ready and willing to play. Now I will have to go deeper though to see if she is as submissive as I think she is. I jumped in the shower contemplating how I would play tomorrow.

Jasmine

As I showered, I wondered about Mike’s intentions. Did he just want to have supper and catch up or was he hoping for something more? And if he wanted something more, was he looking for a one-nighter or to rekindle our past relationship? His tone showed a hint of aggression, like he had on rare occasions when we were together, so I assumed he was thinking of getting a little action at the very least.

What did I want? Oh sure, I wanted to fuck him badly, but did I want something more?

That night, I masturbated myself to sleep, like I often did. My fantasy was of Mike forcefully taking advantage of me. It was a fantasy I had played in my head for years, but tomorrow, maybe, just maybe, it would become a reality.

Mike

I woke up after a rejuvenating sleep and went to my conference. It was ok, but my naughty mind kept distracting me with the potential of a great night. I spun a variety of posssible scenarios in my head, all, of course, ended with her and me in bed. One thing certain was that when Jasmine got drunk she got ridiculously horny and way more adventurous. The plan was simple: a great meal, a shitload of wine, a play and a lengthy fuck session back at the hotel. If I was right, Jasmine would go shopping today and purchase a whole new wardrobe for tonight’s date. She would have either a dress or a skirt, short enough to tease and stockings that tell me without words she is willing to please.

Jasmine

I ditched out of my last session to go shopping. I didn’t bring an outfit that would work for the classy supper or the outfit that told Mike I was willing and able. I spent over an hour choosing the right ensemble. The perfect ensemble was a silver dress long enough to be formal, but with a provocative slit for temptation, with beige thigh highs and matching three inch heels with open toe, for his weird stocking toe fetish. After a long shower, I painted my nails ruby red and got dressed. I wore my hair down, just the way he liked it. I took a long look in the mirror, took a deep breath and headed to the lobby.

Mike

A triumphant smile crossed my face when I reached the lobby and saw Jasmine. Dressed in a sexy dress, dark stockings and open toe heels, she was obviously dressed for me. My confidence blossomed as every assumption I had made was right so far. My cock rose in my pants with anticipation.

Jasmine

As soon as I saw him in a tie, I got a chill up my back. He knows that I have a weakness for guys dressed up all preppy. And like his odd fetish for stockings, I had a similar one for ties.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He greeted me, “You look beautiful, Jasmine.”

I smiled at the compliment and returned one back. “You look pretty damn good yourself, Michael.”

“Well now that we have all the opening bullshit out of the way, let’s go catch up.”

He grabbed my hand, entwined his fingers with mine like we had so many times before. To me it felt as if we never broke up.

I was silent until we reached the restaurant. The ridiculously pretty, busty, redheaded maitre d’ greeted Mike, “Oh Mike, you are back in town.” Once she saw me her tone and facial expression changed from flirtatious and sweet to possessive and resentful. I liked the look. It meant I was a threat to her. I smiled my fake smile, which I hope told her ‘I’m fucking him tonight.”

She led us to our table and I was pleasantly surprised when he pulled the chair out for me, something he had never often done for me when we were a couple.

Mike

After we were seated, I ordered a bottle of wine and some appetizers. We spent the next twenty minutes drinking, eating and catching up, ignoring the underlying sexual tension that was clearly resonating between us. Her father was doing well after surgery on his knee, her three sisters were all doing things I instantly forgot and she was now the head of her English Department. I was just taking the first bite of my steak when I felt her stocking foot search for the inside of my pant leg.

Jasmine

Determined to make my intentions clear, I made the first move by slipping out of my left heel and using my stocking foot to tease him. His startled expression was well worth it and he stared at me smugly as my foot found its way under his pant leg. I wondered what he was thinking and decided to find out. I finished the second glass of wine and provocatively asked, “So what do you want to do after dinner?”

His naughty coy smile had me melting. “Oh, I have it all planned out.”

“Oh, you do, do you?” I teased, my foot slowly caressing his leg, “and what would that be?”

His smile never changed as he took another bite of his steak and after finishing chewing. “All in good time, my dear. They say all good things come to those who wait.”

“I see,” I replied, playing it cool. We finished our meals in silence. I assume each of us was trying to figure out what the other was thinking.

Mike

I was pretty confident she was mine, but decided to take a major risk. We were in a relatively private booth, as I had requested, so slyly unzipped my pants and pulled out ol’ Wally the Great. I had gone commando, of course. I asked Jasmine innocently, “Would you like dessert?”

She responded, “You know the answer to that, don’t you?”

I chuckled, “Yes, you have always been one to keep room for dessert.”

She gave her cute signature shrug.

I smiled and said matter-of-factly, “Your dessert is under the table.”

“Excuse me,” she sputtered.

“You heard me. Your dessert is under the table.” I looked around, made sure the waiter was not coming, and ordered, “Get under the table Jasmine and get your dessert. I think you will enjoy it.”

JASMINE

I couldn’t believe what he had just said. Here I was hoping he would be more aggressive, but this was one giant fucking leap. I looked into his eyes to see if he was kidding and although part of me was humiliated by the order, a bigger part of me was incredibly turned on. We were in a secludeed section and the table cloth would definitely hide my naughty deed. So deciding to make it clear I was his tonight, I gave a quick look to see if anyone was watching and quickly slid off my chair and under the table. I let out a gasp when I saw his erect penis already stiff and saluting me. I crawled between his legs and began stroking his cock with my hand. My pussy tingled with anticipation of having his delicious cock in me later. I attempted to take his cock in my mouth, but banged my head on the table. I repositioned myself and pulled his cock down a bit so it was staring straight at me like a missile. I licked the head. I used my tongue and spun it around and around his plump mushroom head. I went stiff when I heard the waiter’s voice. I couldn’t make out every word, but I heard Mike speak too, and a brief chuckle. Now slightly mortified, I wondered if the waiter knew what I was doing. I contemplated moving back out from underneath the table, but only briefly. Instead, I became determined to suck his cock and swallow his cum. He had clearly challenged me and being the stubborn woman I was, I never backed down from a challenge. I took his cock in my mouth and began bobbing up and down, taking as much of his cock as I could in this awkward position. I used my saliva to get extra lubricant, something I had learned from a former colleague who loved using me as his personal cocksucker at school after hours. As I continued my steady pace, I closed my eyes and fantasized about the night ahead.