SUMMER LUST

SUMMER LUST

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Twenty year old Jasmine Alexander, a new college graduate, has always been ahead of her peers in every way, except one. Still a virgin, she travels to Europe to find her fantasy lover,the man she dreams about each night. She wants to learn everything there is to know about good sex. But when Jasmine finally meets her fantasy lover, she receives more than what she expected. This triple X encounter offers a five star story with a fresh and unique perspective. For Women Who Wish Their First Time Had Been A Great Time.

Summary

Twenty year old Jasmine Alexander, a new college graduate, has always been ahead of her peers in every way, except one. Still a virgin, she travels to Europe to find her fantasy lover,the man she dreams about each night. She wants to learn everything there is to know about good sex.
But when Jasmine finally meets her fantasy lover, she receives more than what she expected.
This triple X encounter offers a five star story with a fresh and unique perspective.
For Women Who Wish Their First Time Had Been A Great Time.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter One

Author Chapter Note

This is the first five (5) chapters of the multi-book series Summer Lust by Patricia Montclar. This series is receiving 5 out of 5 stars on Amazon and other leading bookstores. Book One is on sale until February 14, 2016 for the low price of 99cents. Book Two of the adventure will be released On that date. Please read, enjoy, and offer your comments. Then hurry to purchase your e-book or paperback.

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Submitted: January 20, 2016

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Jasmine opened her carry-on luggage as the customs agent checked its content.

“Nothing to declare,” she said. 

Her face warmed as he verified the name on her birth control pills against the passport.  “Any other drugs?” 

“No, just this one prescription,” she said. “Have a wonderful stay.” He closed her carry-on and handed it back. 

Her face warmed again, but she smiled.  “Thanks, I do plan an exciting time.”

Her first actual vacation in her more than twenty years of life, she planned to indulge in her love of museums and the elimination of her problem.

Jasmine grabbed the rest of her bags, rested them on the cart, and pushed them out of Heathrow to the curb.  She stood in line and waited her turn at the Long Distance check-in. The taxi captain signaled and a cab pulled up to the stand.  He signed the LD car out. 

The black boxy carriage, with their old-word charm, made her feel grown-up and sophisticated.  She appreciated the alternative taxi design of the Beardmore, with its distinctive red body and black top, but considered the all black version as traditional and therefore more elegant.

The driver slipped out of the hackney and moved around to the sidewalk.  She stared at him. A vague sense of recognition intruded on her.  The scent of his cologne drifted forward.  Maybe he’s wearing the same cologne as someone I know.

The cabbie moved to help load her luggage in the boot.  His muscles bulged and rippled with each movement of his arms.  Jasmine focused on him as he walked toward her and then opened the door. She estimated his height at about five-feet, eight inches, maybe two inches above her.  I like the sight of this man.

She flexed her long slender legs as she lowered herself into the back.  She inched the hem of her azure, tight-fitted skirt, up just a fraction as she swung her legs into the well of the cab

The name on the license listed him as Alfredo, and his chestnut curly hair and hazel eyes with delightful moustache suggested he was something other than English.

“Your destination, Miss?”  His accent, more Spanish than Portuguese, told the tale.  “The Knight’s Hotel, Manchester,” she said. “Por favor.”

He laughed a hearty laugh and Jasmine smiled at him. 

“American?” he asked.  “Business?”

“American, yes…but pleasure.” She took off her suit jacket and adjusted her position to get comfortable for the four hour ride. 

“My itinerary includes England, France, Spain, with stops in Amsterdam and the Italian Riviera.”

“That’s a wonderful holiday.  Graduation present?”

“Yes.”  Jasmine smiled.  “I just graduated from college, Class of ‘79.  I am scheduled to enter medical school in the fall.  This is a present to myself. I worked two jobs for the last six years so I could make this trip. I have been saving for this holiday since high school.”

“I love the money,” Alfredo said. “But, why didn’t you take the train from Trafalgar Square?  It would save you two hours.”

“I want to be able to stop whenever I want,” said Jasmine.  “I just need to reach the hotel by four o’clock.”

Jasmine smiled.  A revelation jumped to the front of her mind.  This man personified her vision of a fantasy lover.  The man she visualized when she masturbated. A blend of her favorite leading men from late night movies.  Her perfect fantasy of a more mature man who taught her all the delights of adult sex, not just some boring humping.   How funny.  I imagined I might meet him in Spain or Italy. 

Her mother tried to convince her that she would have more fun with her friends, but Jasmine had a special plan for this vacation.  On this trip, she planned to search until she found the right man to lay.  She would scour every country...every city on her schedule, if need be.  She’d managed to repress her sexual appetite until now, but she determined to release it from its confinement.

Before she left the States, she arranged more than the usual booster shots.  She covered herself for every conceivable, known disease, transmitted through sexual contact.She refused to leave Europe before she found her first lover and learned about good sex…whatever that was.  She had always been ahead of her peers in every way, except this virginity thing.

Jasmine studied Alfredo’s face reflected in his rear-view mirror.In the mirror, Alfredo eyed her back…maybe.  Her stomach and chest warmed to the memory of last night’s fantasy…a strange man on the plane sitting next to her, putting his hand under the blanket that covered her, stroking her leg and touching her through her underpants.  Alfredo, my fantasy lover?

She placed her back against the left corner of the back-rest, pulled up her skirt and put both legs on the seat.  Her C-cup bra peeked through her short-sleeve blue silk blouse.  Maybe that will pique his interest. She re-crossed her legs.  Okay, what’s next?

She spied him again as she ran her fingers through her long black hair. She shook her head. Ebony tresses framed her delicate face and trailed down her back.  She grabbed her hair at the ends and made a twist and set it high on the top of her head.  Jasmine reached in her purse, found a clamp for her hair, and secured it.


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