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Sexual Object - Part 2

Short story By: Michael68
Erotica



Jasmine's adventure continues into the carnal desires of her soul.


Submitted:Sep 24, 2012    Reads: 2,379    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Jasmine had escorted the last of the few people of the art opening and then locked the door behind the visitors. As she walked back to the desk, she could feel her body shivering as

Jasmine had escorted the last of the few people of the art opening and then locked the door behind the visitors. As she walked back to the desk, she could feel her body shivering as the thought of the stranger lingered within her mind and what they had done in the back room. But more than that, she thought about how she wanted to have done more with him. It seemed odd that he did not try to do more than that. It was like he was playing some sort of game of his own with her. Wanting to give her a brief taste of his temptation, to see if she would beg for more. Even though she had never begged a man any time before in the past, she would have been willingly to beg the stranger for more. That was if they had been alone where anyone would have caught them or her manager finding out about it. Even though that seemed to heightened the pleasure which they had shared and made her hunger for him grow even more. How Jasmine wished that he would have stayed there longer, so they would have a chance to get to know each other. Or maybe have the chance to do something more which they had started. In a way, she felt like this was the start of something which she was not sure about. Like some sort of fantasy that had been dreamed before, but never thought there would be a way for it to come true.

"Oh well, easy come, easy go." she whispered, trying to get the thought of the stranger out of her mind.

But for some reason she found herself unable to forget about him. There was something about the way he had looked at her, the feel of his eyes penetrating through her very soul. But it was no use for her to even think about it much longer, for he was gone and she lost the chance she could have had to be with him again. Probably gone to find his next conquest, knowing it was too risky for him to pursue Jasmine and longer. It was the only thing which she could think about, that would make it seem easier for her to let the thought of him go. Now all that she could do was to clean up the mess left behind slightly and then make her way to the train to go home. Luckily the only thing that she really needed to do was to throw away the empty wine bottle which were already in boxes and make sure that everything is turned off. After she had cleaned up, she noticed something on the desk which her sight had not noticed. It was a black briefcase which someone had left, but she could not remember who at the opening had walked in with it. That would have something which she would have noticed right away when someone walked in. But with everything she had to do for a while, it could be that she had not noticed of course. Could it have been left by the stranger who she had the brief encounter with. Jasmine wanted to open it and see if there was anything inside that would tell her who he was. Yet, she resisted doing so, because she could not do something like that. Her fingers ran over the smooth surface of the black leather of the case, as she wondered what could be inside. For all she knew, he could have placed her thong in there, which he had ripped off of her in the heat of their passion. The thought made her feel her face burn with the heat of embarrassment. Realizing that the rest of the time after their encounter, she had been walking around without anything on under her dress. And now she could feel her sex starting to throb and a brief wetness form between her legs. She knew that she had to calm herself down, before it would end up being something that she could not bear anymore. Still, Jasmine could not help wondering what it could be that was inside that case. But that really was not what the real thought which burned in her mind right now. It was if it belonged to him....if he left it on purpose just so he could see her once again. Before she could think any further about it, she heard the sound of someone gently rapping on the window, which makes her jump slightly. Embarrassed even more with her foolish reaction to whoever it was that could be outside. For all she knew it was probably some strange man that would be trying to pick her up. And if that was so, the only thing she could do was to deny the person that politely, to keep the proper image of the gallery.

When she turned around and looked, she could feel her body stiffen in shock as she saw her mysterious lover standing there outside the door of the gallery. Looking in at her with an almost playful grin on his lips, as if he knew something that she was not aware of yet. Not believing that she was seeing him there, watching her, waiting for her to approach the door and let him in. Or maybe he had other intentions to his sudden visit. As she slowly walked to let him in, her hips swayed in the same seductive way as before. She could feel her sex throb as she walked, making it so uncomfortable for her, hoping the wetness would come yet. Sending a shutter running through her body as she tried to keep her composure, so her mysterious lover would not ask about it. When she unlocks and opens the door, he walks in casually. His eyes staying focused on her, showing such a seduction, more than she had done with him. As if he knew his look pierced her and awakened a desire in her stronger than she ever felt before.

"I hope that I did not come in a bad time for you. But I remembered that I had forgotten something which was important to me." he said in the same sophisticated voice.

"Your suitcase...I assume. And no it was not a bad time. In fact I was just getting ready to leave. So you are lucky that you arrived here when you did." she said smiling.

"Yes...you found it." he said smiling as he moved closer to her.

His hand reached over and held her and then kissed it gently, showing the gentleman side of him. Even though earlier what they had shared was something more which could not be claimed as being a gentleman. When she felt his lips touch the top of her hand, she could feel her sex throb again and her heart race. Not knowing why it could be that she was feeling this way, but tried to hide the sensation which was coursing through her soul.

"That is wonderful...I thought I would have to wait till tomorrow to come back here to receive it. I appreciate you finding it. Is there anything that I could do to show you my appreciation?" he said as he steps even closer to her.

Jasmine could feel herself wanting to tell him the lustful yearning which she had suddenly felt for him, but remained silent. Her eyes looking into his hazel eyes and feeling herself wanting to melt just from his gaze. If he were to hold her and kiss her, her body would have surely done just that. An action which she had not felt with a man in so long and seemed almost foreign to her. Was he going to try and kiss me? And would I let him? The two questions which stayed trapped in her mind for a moment, her body shivering in such lustful anticipation to what she hoped for. His hand reached up and gently touched the side of her face, eyes still locked on hers and they stood there for a second, motionless. Yet to Jasmine, it felt like the world had suddenly vanished around them and they were lost within this moment to come.

"You are truly a wonderful woman. And what we shared earlier was amazing." he said in a soft voice.

"Thank you." she said as her face burns with a blush. "It was amazing...I wish that it could have kept going."

Jasmine could not believe that she had said that and also realized that the seductress she thought she was now was gone. She was nothing more than a young woman, craving to taste the pleasure which this man could share with her.

"Well, why don't you show me where you put my suitcase and I could be on my way. I know that you probably have to go off to whatever it must be that is waiting for you." he said pleasantly.

"What..." she said in an almost lost voice and then breaks free from the trance. "....Oh, yes. Right this way."

Jasmine can not believe that she had lost her thoughts in front of him and did not even hear what he had said almost. Like a schoolgirl facing her first crush. The surge of her excitement flowed through her, as she felt her sex almost ready to explode. She hoped that she would not climax as she started to walk, for he would see it from her bodies reaction. Jasmine walks to the desk carefully as he followed close behind her. She could feel his stare on her, eyes studying every inch of the curves of her body. Maybe even undressing her with her eyes, as she had so many other men do to her. Yet, she had never had this kind of response from any other man before. Just a lustful excitement of the game which she normally played with them. But now, this was so much different...more sensual and intense than she had ever felt before. Which sparks a flame of such desire that started to absrob her, How she wanted to just turn around and jump into his arms and give herself to him, just like before. Just to taste his lips as they would kiss and feel her breasts crushed against his chest. Letting herself fall into the heat of the moment, entering the fantasy of this stranger being her passionate lover. But it was something that she could that she could not let herself do. For some man so sophisticated as he was, would have probably thought different of her from doing something like this. Still, she could not help the lustful images of her in his arms, embracing the throws of his passion. Something which she knew would probably not happen and would make her feel ridiculous for even thinking about it. As they walk to the desk, she suddenly realizes that she had forgot to turn off the audio of one of the artist's work. Hearing the soft moans of a woman coming to climax, which echoed through out the silent gallery, repeating over and over. How she hated that display, for the only moaning she wanted to hear was her own. But right now, she was worried about what he would think about it. Even though he might be so sophisticated and had attended other art galleries before, it still was embarrassing to her. Worried about what he might think about it.

"Here it is." she said when they reached the white desk, her hand gently touching the top of it again after she turns to him again.

"Thank you for holding it. I am not sure what I would do if I lost it." he said moving closer to her.

She can see his eyes glance beyond her for a moment to the direction where the moaning was coming from, as her face became flushed again. It is obvious to Jasmine that he is going to say something about it, and Jasmine could not think about what response to have about it. Even though with anyone else she would not have cared about their opinion, so why was it that she had felt so odd with him? That was the one thing which she was not sure about and could not concentrate about it right now.

"Very interesting." he said in the same sophisticated tone, making it seem that it did not effect him.

"Yes, the artist has a different view on everything in life." Jasmine says as she tried to compose herself.

It is obvious she knew he saw the uneasy expression on her face, which she really did not want to show. She realizes that it was not just the embarrassment of him hearing it, but that somehow it effected her. Making the lustfulness that burned in her soul, grew even more intense, to the point it was a wildfire under her skin. Feeling her sex becoming more damp now, which was to strong for her to ignore. He looked at her with a playful grin, like he had planned this, some sort of game which he was playing with her. Or was it the way she was reacting which seemed humorous to him in a way.

"How does this make you feel? The sound of the woman moaning the way she is? How does it make you feel?" he asked suddenly.

It was something which Jasmine had not expected to hear him ask her, even though she did not know why it shocked her. In a way she knew that there was another meaning with the question which he asked her. Jasmine wanted to tell him the truth, of how normally it would not effect her in any way. But now, she was fully aroused by it and him as well. She knows that he is waiting for her response from the concentrated stare he gave her.

"Who is this guy and why is he suddenly interested in what I feel? Didn't I satisfy him enough early during the party? Giving him the fantasy that he wanted?" she thought and replies. "I...I am not sure how it makes me feel."

"And why could that be?" he asks as he moves closer to her.

If he had taken one more step, his body would have been pressed against hers and she did not know how she would respond to it. Even though he did not say anything for a moment, she knew this man would not except the answer she gave him.

"I am not sure....the artist is trying to..." she started to say and then was stopped.

"I don't want to know what the artist had in mind. I want to know what you feel just hearing that woman moan." he said in more of a whisper right now.

Jasmine had no idea what to say in response, for she felt shocked about what he said. She could not believe that she was becoming so timid with him, for she did not let any other men make her feel that way. For she had always wanted to be in control, so she would never get hurt by anyone. There was something about this stranger though that brought about something that lowered her defenses. He walked around her as she stood there, unsure of what he was going to do. Jasmine did not ask what he is doing or even try to turn to her. His hand touches the side of her waist, and moving around to her back. Just the mere touch of his hand stiffens her body suddenly and thrills her beyond that which she had felt before. The touch was so gentle and she knew he could feel her body shivering from his touch. Then feels his fingers moving up her spine, as her eyes stare at the blank white wall that was on the side of the desk.

"Close your eyes. Trust me." he whispers, feeling his body pressing against her back.

Without saying anything she does what he asks, unsure of the reason for him to have her close her eyes. But there was nothing she could do now, for she was willingly letting herself fall into whatever temptation he was doing to her.

"Now, listen to the sound of that woman...let yourself go....block out all thoughts...just feel." he whispers into her ear.

She could feel that he was so close to her, the closeness which her body had longed to feel from him. Jasmine did what he said, even though it was more difficult for her to do for a second. When she finally had been able to, she found herself lost in the images of her longing. Longing to feel his touch, this time more than what he had donedres before. He continued to whisper words about her letting go and to just feel whatever it was he believed she could feel. And as she did, she could feel his hands slowly moving over her body. Fingers fondling her breasts through the fabric of her dress, brushing her hair off her shoulder and then feeling his lips caressing her shoulder. Her breath becoming deep and rapid, as she wanted to beg him to take this beyond to this. Yet, she did not say anything, except for a few moans which escaped from her lips. She could feel his finger pulling the top of her dress down to her waist, and then removed her black bra, freeing her breasts. His fingers cupping her breasts, thumbs stroking her hard nipples as her legs become weak. Her eyes remained closed, seeing the flash of colors under her closed eye lids. Without thinking her back arched, shoving her breasts into the palms of his eager hands. Her buttocks pushed against his crotch, feeling his hard manhood through the fabric of her dress and his slacks. The feel of it sends her into a higher level of lustful hunger, wanting to give into him and let herself embrace the pleasure which he was going to give to her.

"Can you feel it....feel what the woman's voice is doing to you?" he whispered in such a soft and tempting voice.

"Yes....Oh God, yes." she said gasping.

Then she feels his hands slowly lifting up the hem of her skirt to her waist, revealing the bare curves of her firm buttocks and the wet lips of her sex inbetween her parted legs. The only thing she could think about, was how she wanted to say yes to him....to give into his desire. Jasmine knew that this was going to be more than just a brief moment of him masturbating her sex to orgasm. As if this man knew of the hunger which she was feeling now deep inside her soul, even when she had walked to let him in. The touch of his fingers on her sex brought about a wave of such intense passion which her brain now swims in. And the orgasm floods through her instantly as she let out a louder moan. But that does not make his roaming fingers stop, knowing that he was going to go even further now.

"Tell me what you want Jasmine. Tell me what you desire." he whispers.

"You know what I want....don't make me beg."she said without thinking.

"I want you to beg. Go on, beg me for it." he whispered.

Beg him, that was the one thing which Jasmine had never done with any other man before. But she could feel herself wanting to do it, the idea of letting this man take control excites her even more. And she starts to beg him, her voice reveals the desire she has for him. His fingers stroking her sex even faster as his other hand pinches the nipple of her breast. She moans louder and begs him again, this time even louder. Then he turns her to him, her eyes open seeing him standing so close to her, his lips so close to hers. She lets his lips meet hers, feeling herself no longer able to even think of anything to stop, for she had let it go to far as it was. And secretly she wanted him to do this and more.

Gently he lay her down onto the top of the desk, her head resting onto the surface of the briefcase,like a pillow. His lips caressing her breast, tongue licking her nipple as her hands rests on the top of his head. Fingers moving through his black hair, as his lips caress her breast even harder. Then moves down her firm stomach and then down to the small patch of pubis and the sex in between her legs. His tongue dart on the lips of her sex, creating a new sensation of pleasure to her. One which she was absorbed into, knowing this was something which not many men ever did to her. Her hips gyrates, as his lips and tongue continues its attack on her defenseless sex. Her eyes staring up at the white ceiling and row of lights which were low, shimmering like distant stars. Her legs are spread even wider, inviting him to her sex even more. Then she feels him stop and then penetrate her, thrusting deep and hard into her sex. His hands holding her ankles, lifting her legs straight up, eagle spread, as he continues to invade her womb with his manhood. She looks up at him, seeing the playful expression on his face, the burning desire he had for her. She could feel the walls of her sex tightening around his member, as she suddenly started to beg for him to keep going. To please her more and more....giving into his lustfulness. There is something about his face....the look in his eyes....which made it impossible for her to deny him anything that he could want. Even though she was not sure why she felt for him, since he was nothing more than a stranger. With each thrust she found herself engulfed in the pleasures between them. Her body shivering as another orgasm flooded through her, back arched, her breasts lift up....nipples pointed directly up. Her hands gripping the sides of the desk, as her body rocked in sync with his thrusts. Her orgasm stopped and yet he continued his motion...as she found herself never knowing any man who could ever do what he was doing. She could feel her hormones racing....building within her again...ready for the next wave of pleasure to course through her body again. His hands gripping her ankles tightly, as she could not believe that this was happening to her. With the large window of the front of the gallery, able for anyone passing to see the lustful display which they had been engaged in. And she really did not care if anyone did, even though no one passed, or at least that was what she hoped...because her attention stayed focused on his face. On the face of her lover who she did not know anything about him, not even his name. Things which she would care about normally, but it no longer mattered to her. By the time her fourth orgasm flooded through her, his follwed after it, feeling his manhood throb before its explosion and then the warm sensaition of his orgasm flooding into her womb. After that he gave a couple quick thrusts and then gently lowered her legs to the sides of his body inbetween them. He leaned down and kissed her lips once again, soft and gentle, just like the way she always loved. Not forceful or sloppy like many men had given her.

"Do you want me to give you a ride home? My limousine is just outside and I am willing to take you there. Or anywhere you wish." he said softly.

She just lays there, her arms wrapped around him, gazing into those hazel eyes as she tried to think of what to answer him with. But nothing comes to mind, for the last of the ecstasy of their passion still clouded her mind. She knew that he waited for her response. The only thing was, she had no idea what to really say...not knowing if there was an answer which would feel right to her.

the thought of the stranger lingered within her mind and what they had done in the back room. But more than that, she thought about how she wanted to have done more with him. It seemed odd that he did not try to do more than that. It was like he was playing some sort of game of his own with her. Wanting to give her a brief taste of his temptation, to see if she would beg for more. Even though she had never begged a man any time before in the past, she would have been willingly to beg the stranger for more. That was if they had been alone where anyone would have caught them or her manager finding out about it. Even though that seemed to heightened the pleasure which they had shared and made her hunger for him grow even more. How Jasmine wished that he would have stayed there longer, so they would have a chance to get to know each other. Or maybe have the chance to do something more which they had started. In a way, she felt like this was the start of something which she was not sure about. Like some sort of fantasy that had been dreamed before, but never thought there would be a way for it to come true.

"Oh well, easy come, easy go." she whispered, trying to get the thought of the stranger out of her mind.

But for some reason she found herself unable to forget about him. There was something about the way he had looked at her, the feel of his eyes penetrating through her very soul. But it was no use for her to even think about it much longer, for he was gone and she lost the chance she could have had to be with him again. Probably gone to find his next conquest, knowing it was too risky for him to pursue Jasmine and longer. It was the only thing which she could think about, that would make it seem easier for her to let the thought of him go. Now all that she could do was to clean up the mess left behind slightly and then make her way to the train to go home. Luckily the only thing that she really needed to do was to throw away the empty wine bottle which were already in boxes and make sure that everything is turned off. After she had cleaned up, she noticed something on the desk which her sight had not noticed. It was a black briefcase which someone had left, but she could not remember who at the opening had walked in with it. That would have something which she would have noticed right away when someone walked in. But with everything she had to do for a while, it could be that she had not noticed of course. Could it have been left by the stranger who she had the brief encounter with. Jasmine wanted to open it and see if there was anything inside that would tell her who he was. Yet, she resisted doing so, because she could not do something like that. Her fingers ran over the smooth surface of the black leather of the case, as she wondered what could be inside. For all she knew, he could have placed her thong in there, which he had ripped off of her in the heat of their passion. The thought made her feel her face burn with the heat of embarrassment. Realizing that the rest of the time after their encounter, she had been walking around without anything on under her dress. And now she could feel her sex starting to throb and a brief wetness form between her legs. She knew that she had to calm herself down, before it would end up being something that she could not bear anymore. Still, Jasmine could not help wondering what it could be that was inside that case. But that really was not what the real thought which burned in her mind right now. It was if it belonged to him....if he left it on purpose just so he could see her once again. Before she could think any further about it, she heard the sound of someone gently rapping on the window, which makes her jump slightly. Embarrassed even more with her foolish reaction to whoever it was that could be outside. For all she knew it was probably some strange man that would be trying to pick her up. And if that was so, the only thing she could do was to deny the person that politely, to keep the proper image of the gallery.

When she turned around and looked, she could feel her body stiffen in shock as she saw her mysterious lover standing there outside the door of the gallery. Looking in at her with an almost playful grin on his lips, as if he knew something that she was not aware of yet. Not believing that she was seeing him there, watching her, waiting for her to approach the door and let him in. Or maybe he had other intentions to his sudden visit. As she slowly walked to let him in, her hips swayed in the same seductive way as before. She could feel her sex throb as she walked, making it so uncomfortable for her, hoping the wetness would come yet. Sending a shutter running through her body as she tried to keep her composure, so her mysterious lover would not ask about it. When she unlocks and opens the door, he walks in casually. His eyes staying focused on her, showing such a seduction, more than she had done with him. As if he knew his look pierced her and awakened a desire in her stronger than she ever felt before.

"I hope that I did not come in a bad time for you. But I remembered that I had forgotten something which was important to me." he said in the same sophisticated voice.

"Your suitcase...I assume. And no it was not a bad time. In fact I was just getting ready to leave. So you are lucky that you arrived here when you did." she said smiling.

"Yes...you found it." he said smiling as he moved closer to her.

His hand reached over and held her and then kissed it gently, showing the gentleman side of him. Even though earlier what they had shared was something more which could not be claimed as being a gentleman. When she felt his lips touch the top of her hand, she could feel her sex throb again and her heart race. Not knowing why it could be that she was feeling this way, but tried to hide the sensation which was coursing through her soul.

"That is wonderful...I thought I would have to wait till tomorrow to come back here to receive it. I appreciate you finding it. Is there anything that I could do to show you my appreciation?" he said as he steps even closer to her.

Jasmine could feel herself wanting to tell him the lustful yearning which she had suddenly felt for him, but remained silent. Her eyes looking into his hazel eyes and feeling herself wanting to melt just from his gaze. If he were to hold her and kiss her, her body would have surely done just that. An action which she had not felt with a man in so long and seemed almost foreign to her. Was he going to try and kiss me? And would I let him? The two questions which stayed trapped in her mind for a moment, her body shivering in such lustful anticipation to what she hoped for. His hand reached up and gently touched the side of her face, eyes still locked on hers and they stood there for a second, motionless. Yet to Jasmine, it felt like the world had suddenly vanished around them and they were lost within this moment to come.

"You are truly a wonderful woman. And what we shared earlier was amazing." he said in a soft voice.

"Thank you." she said as her face burns with a blush. "It was amazing...I wish that it could have kept going."

Jasmine could not believe that she had said that and also realized that the seductress she thought she was now was gone. She was nothing more than a young woman, craving to taste the pleasure which this man could share with her.

"Well, why don't you show me where you put my suitcase and I could be on my way. I know that you probably have to go off to whatever it must be that is waiting for you." he said pleasantly.

"What..." she said in an almost lost voice and then breaks free from the trance. "....Oh, yes. Right this way."

Jasmine can not believe that she had lost her thoughts in front of him and did not even hear what he had said almost. Like a schoolgirl facing her first crush. The surge of her excitement flowed through her, as she felt her sex almost ready to explode. She hoped that she would not climax as she started to walk, for he would see it from her bodies reaction. Jasmine walks to the desk carefully as he followed close behind her. She could feel his stare on her, eyes studying every inch of the curves of her body. Maybe even undressing her with her eyes, as she had so many other men do to her. Yet, she had never had this kind of response from any other man before. Just a lustful excitement of the game which she normally played with them. But now, this was so much different...more sensual and intense than she had ever felt before. Which sparks a flame of such desire that started to absrob her, How she wanted to just turn around and jump into his arms and give herself to him, just like before. Just to taste his lips as they would kiss and feel her breasts crushed against his chest. Letting herself fall into the heat of the moment, entering the fantasy of this stranger being her passionate lover. But it was something that she could that she could not let herself do. For some man so sophisticated as he was, would have probably thought different of her from doing something like this. Still, she could not help the lustful images of her in his arms, embracing the throws of his passion. Something which she knew would probably not happen and would make her feel ridiculous for even thinking about it. As they walk to the desk, she suddenly realizes that she had forgot to turn off the audio of one of the artist's work. Hearing the soft moans of a woman coming to climax, which echoed through out the silent gallery, repeating over and over. How she hated that display, for the only moaning she wanted to hear was her own. But right now, she was worried about what he would think about it. Even though he might be so sophisticated and had attended other art galleries before, it still was embarrassing to her. Worried about what he might think about it.

"Here it is." she said when they reached the white desk, her hand gently touching the top of it again after she turns to him again.

"Thank you for holding it. I am not sure what I would do if I lost it." he said moving closer to her.

She can see his eyes glance beyond her for a moment to the direction where the moaning was coming from, as her face became flushed again. It is obvious to Jasmine that he is going to say something about it, and Jasmine could not think about what response to have about it. Even though with anyone else she would not have cared about their opinion, so why was it that she had felt so odd with him? That was the one thing which she was not sure about and could not concentrate about it right now.

"Very interesting." he said in the same sophisticated tone, making it seem that it did not effect him.

"Yes, the artist has a different view on everything in life." Jasmine says as she tried to compose herself.

It is obvious she knew he saw the uneasy expression on her face, which she really did not want to show. She realizes that it was not just the embarrassment of him hearing it, but that somehow it effected her. Making the lustfulness that burned in her soul, grew even more intense, to the point it was a wildfire under her skin. Feeling her sex becoming more damp now, which was to strong for her to ignore. He looked at her with a playful grin, like he had planned this, some sort of game which he was playing with her. Or was it the way she was reacting which seemed humorous to him in a way.

"How does this make you feel? The sound of the woman moaning the way she is? How does it make you feel?" he asked suddenly.

It was something which Jasmine had not expected to hear him ask her, even though she did not know why it shocked her. In a way she knew that there was another meaning with the question which he asked her. Jasmine wanted to tell him the truth, of how normally it would not effect her in any way. But now, she was fully aroused by it and him as well. She knows that he is waiting for her response from the concentrated stare he gave her.

"Who is this guy and why is he suddenly interested in what I feel? Didn't I satisfy him enough early during the party? Giving him the fantasy that he wanted?" she thought and replies. "I...I am not sure how it makes me feel."

"And why could that be?" he asks as he moves closer to her.

If he had taken one more step, his body would have been pressed against hers and she did not know how she would respond to it. Even though he did not say anything for a moment, she knew this man would not except the answer she gave him.

"I am not sure....the artist is trying to..." she started to say and then was stopped.

"I don't want to know what the artist had in mind. I want to know what you feel just hearing that woman moan." he said in more of a whisper right now.

Jasmine had no idea what to say in response, for she felt shocked about what he said. She could not believe that she was becoming so timid with him, for she did not let any other men make her feel that way. For she had always wanted to be in control, so she would never get hurt by anyone. There was something about this stranger though that brought about something that lowered her defenses. He walked around her as she stood there, unsure of what he was going to do. Jasmine did not ask what he is doing or even try to turn to her. His hand touches the side of her waist, and moving around to her back. Just the mere touch of his hand stiffens her body suddenly and thrills her beyond that which she had felt before. The touch was so gentle and she knew he could feel her body shivering from his touch. Then feels his fingers moving up her spine, as her eyes stare at the blank white wall that was on the side of the desk.

"Close your eyes. Trust me." he whispers, feeling his body pressing against her back.

Without saying anything she does what he asks, unsure of the reason for him to have her close her eyes. But there was nothing she could do now, for she was willingly letting herself fall into whatever temptation he was doing to her.

"Now, listen to the sound of that woman...let yourself go....block out all thoughts...just feel." he whispers into her ear.

She could feel that he was so close to her, the closeness which her body had longed to feel from him. Jasmine did what he said, even though it was more difficult for her to do for a second. When she finally had been able to, she found herself lost in the images of her longing. Longing to feel his touch, this time more than what he had donedres before. He continued to whisper words about her letting go and to just feel whatever it was he believed she could feel. And as she did, she could feel his hands slowly moving over her body. Fingers fondling her breasts through the fabric of her dress, brushing her hair off her shoulder and then feeling his lips caressing her shoulder. Her breath becoming deep and rapid, as she wanted to beg him to take this beyond to this. Yet, she did not say anything, except for a few moans which escaped from her lips. She could feel his finger pulling the top of her dress down to her waist, and then removed her black bra, freeing her breasts. His fingers cupping her breasts, thumbs stroking her hard nipples as her legs become weak. Her eyes remained closed, seeing the flash of colors under her closed eye lids. Without thinking her back arched, shoving her breasts into the palms of his eager hands. Her buttocks pushed against his crotch, feeling his hard manhood through the fabric of her dress and his slacks. The feel of it sends her into a higher level of lustful hunger, wanting to give into him and let herself embrace the pleasure which he was going to give to her.

"Can you feel it....feel what the woman's voice is doing to you?" he whispered in such a soft and tempting voice.

"Yes....Oh God, yes." she said gasping.

Then she feels his hands slowly lifting up the hem of her skirt to her waist, revealing the bare curves of her firm buttocks and the wet lips of her sex inbetween her parted legs. The only thing she could think about, was how she wanted to say yes to him....to give into his desire. Jasmine knew that this was going to be more than just a brief moment of him masturbating her sex to orgasm. As if this man knew of the hunger which she was feeling now deep inside her soul, even when she had walked to let him in. The touch of his fingers on her sex brought about a wave of such intense passion which her brain now swims in. And the orgasm floods through her instantly as she let out a louder moan. But that does not make his roaming fingers stop, knowing that he was going to go even further now.

"Tell me what you want Jasmine. Tell me what you desire." he whispers.

"You know what I want....don't make me beg."she said without thinking.

"I want you to beg. Go on, beg me for it." he whispered.

Beg him, that was the one thing which Jasmine had never done with any other man before. But she could feel herself wanting to do it, the idea of letting this man take control excites her even more. And she starts to beg him, her voice reveals the desire she has for him. His fingers stroking her sex even faster as his other hand pinches the nipple of her breast. She moans louder and begs him again, this time even louder. Then he turns her to him, her eyes open seeing him standing so close to her, his lips so close to hers. She lets his lips meet hers, feeling herself no longer able to even think of anything to stop, for she had let it go to far as it was. And secretly she wanted him to do this and more.

Gently he lay her down onto the top of the desk, her head resting onto the surface of the briefcase,like a pillow. His lips caressing her breast, tongue licking her nipple as her hands rests on the top of his head. Fingers moving through his black hair, as his lips caress her breast even harder. Then moves down her firm stomach and then down to the small patch of pubis and the sex in between her legs. His tongue dart on the lips of her sex, creating a new sensation of pleasure to her. One which she was absorbed into, knowing this was something which not many men ever did to her. Her hips gyrates, as his lips and tongue continues its attack on her defenseless sex. Her eyes staring up at the white ceiling and row of lights which were low, shimmering like distant stars. Her legs are spread even wider, inviting him to her sex even more. Then she feels him stop and then penetrate her, thrusting deep and hard into her sex. His hands holding her ankles, lifting her legs straight up, eagle spread, as he continues to invade her womb with his manhood. She looks up at him, seeing the playful expression on his face, the burning desire he had for her. She could feel the walls of her sex tightening around his member, as she suddenly started to beg for him to keep going. To please her more and more....giving into his lustfulness. There is something about his face....the look in his eyes....which made it impossible for her to deny him anything that he could want. Even though she was not sure why she felt for him, since he was nothing more than a stranger. With each thrust she found herself engulfed in the pleasures between them. Her body shivering as another orgasm flooded through her, back arched, her breasts lift up....nipples pointed directly up. Her hands gripping the sides of the desk, as her body rocked in sync with his thrusts. Her orgasm stopped and yet he continued his motion...as she found herself never knowing any man who could ever do what he was doing. She could feel her hormones racing....building within her again...ready for the next wave of pleasure to course through her body again. His hands gripping her ankles tightly, as she could not believe that this was happening to her. With the large window of the front of the gallery, able for anyone passing to see the lustful display which they had been engaged in. And she really did not care if anyone did, even though no one passed, or at least that was what she hoped...because her attention stayed focused on his face. On the face of her lover who she did not know anything about him, not even his name. Things which she would care about normally, but it no longer mattered to her. By the time her fourth orgasm flooded through her, his follwed after it, feeling his manhood throb before its explosion and then the warm sensaition of his orgasm flooding into her womb. After that he gave a couple quick thrusts and then gently lowered her legs to the sides of his body inbetween them. He leaned down and kissed her lips once again, soft and gentle, just like the way she always loved. Not forceful or sloppy like many men had given her.

"Do you want me to give you a ride home? My limousine is just outside and I am willing to take you there. Or anywhere you wish." he said softly.

She just lays there, her arms wrapped around him, gazing into those hazel eyes as she tried to think of what to answer him with. But nothing comes to mind, for the last of the ecstasy of their passion still clouded her mind. She knew that he waited for her response. The only thing was, she had no idea what to really say...not knowing if there was an answer which would feel right to her.





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