Cute Girls

As I drove along the lonely stretch of route 152 somewhere west of Cordell, Oklahoma, I noticed a new peculiar sound coming from my car. New sounds are always a concern when you drive a vehicle that is well past its prime. A few miles later things got worse. The glow of the bright red idiot warning light filled the dashboard instrument panel. I knew from previous sad experiences that by the time those lights came on the situation was usually past the warning stage. I drove on hoping to make it to the next small town before the car gave out. I did not relish the idea of being stranded on the side of that quiet nearly deserted back road somewhere between ‘nowheresville’ and ‘you-can’t-get-there-from-heresville’.

As I pushed on, I reflected on how I had come to be in my current predicament. The last couple years had been a string of disasters. Starting with my divorce right through losing my job. Seven long months of unemployment had left me heavily in debt and depressed. Finally things were looking up! I had landed a good job in New Mexico. Prior to this trip, I had only spent a brief time on vacation in the Southwest. Having spent my entire adult life climbing the ladder of success in the great cities of the American Northeast, I knew little of life in the beautiful yet daunting landscape of New Mexico. I knew this move was exactly what I needed, a whole new life, a new environment and new friends and associates, a place where I could bury my past and begin to enjoy a new life.

So, I put the relocation allowance money in the bank to keep my creditors at bay a few more weeks, loaded the few things I could not live without into my old clunker and hit the road. Everything I had of monetary value remained in my old house with my ex-wife. Neither her nor my two daughters had much use for anything other then my checkbook, so my moving across the continent was of little concern to them.

I had a couple weeks before I was due at the new job, so I choose to avoid the interstates. I hated those boring high-speed trips and besides I was not sure my car could handle a 2000-mile high-speed cross-country run. I stuck to the mostly forgotten US Highways and state roads that provide a bucolic trip, albeit at a slower pace. The time to reflect and regroup was doing me a great deal of good.

A loud bang and sudden spewing of smoke from under my hood startled me from my reflections on life. My car was now struggling and lurching along the road. The noise was beginning to sound like a death rattle. To my relief I passed a sign announcing that there was a service station and dinner two miles ahead. As I coaxed the dying machine along, I hoped to find the facility opened and not boarded up and abandoned like so many small roadside establishments. I managed to get the car to limp almost the whole two miles. It died a few feet from Billy’s Garage and Gas. Billy and his son helped me push my piece-of-shit the rest of the way.

Billy didn’t look too confident my old car was ever going to leave Oklahoma. Looking Around, I could see that it wouldn’t be the first car that had been left at Billy’s. The lot out back was littered with once proud machines rusting in the Oklahoma sun. Well setting sun was more like it. It was nearly evening and Billy promised that he would take a look at the car first thing in the morning. I thanked him and walked to the curb. I looked up and down the empty road wondering what I could find to do until Billy either fixed my car or pronounced it deceased. There were a couple dozen or so buildings grouped together in what I guess one could call a town. Several of them were boarded up and falling down, victims of the Interstate. Most were private homes that had seen much better days. The only other commercial establishment still in business in the town sat across the road from Billy’s.

Sal’s Sooner Café had clearly seen better days. The half lit neon sign promised both ‘good eats’ and ‘home cooking.’ I expected neither as I slowly made my way across the road. Wasn’t like I had my choice of fine restaurants. Out back of the diner I could see a row of rather ramshackle cabins that made the Bate’s Motel look like the Ritz. I closed my eyes and imagined a bright well-kept landscape with new tourist cabins ringing the charming country diner. The lot was filled with shiny 1950’s era automobiles and the air rang with the happy sounds of family’s on summer vacations. Returning to the here and now, I sighed aloud as I realized that either one of the dilapidated cabin’s or the back seat of one of Billy’s junkers would be my room for the night. My own back seat could scarcely accommodate a small child as it was crammed full of the accumulated possessions of my life.

I stepped through the front door of the diner and immediately felt a warmth that was surprising given the appearance of the exterior of Sal’s. The small cozy dining room was sparklingly clean. It was obviously recently painted in bright cheery colors. Real watercolor paintings hung on the walls. Each of the tables was covered with a hand-stitched flowered tablecloth. They were all set as if waiting for the evening rush, which no doubt would never come. Except for an elderly couple sitting in a booth, the place was deserted. I surmised that they were residents of one of the nearby houses as there were no cars in Sal’s lot.

The gentlemen looked up and smiled at me, “The girl will be back in a minute, mister. She went to fetch something from the cellar.”

I thanked him and took a seat at the counter that ran along the back o the dinning room. I felt a chill of sadness as I thought of the fate of Sal’s and all the other businesses like it. Here in this bright cheery room thousands of people had once enjoyed good wholesome food at reasonable fair prices. Now it sat like the last dinosaur, perhaps staving off extinction only through the love of its owner. Certainly, only the meagerest of incomes could be made from the small flow of traffic that passed by these days. Sal’s was a victim of the march of progress. It was another part of the terrible price we were paying for the false pleasures of the fast paced world we created.

Just as my melancholy thoughts of things remembered and lost were going to cause tears to run down my cheeks, the kitchen door swung open. I assumed the thirty-something woman that burst through it was the girl the man at the booth had mentioned. She wore a waitress uniform the likes of which I hadn’t seen since I was a kid and my dad took me for a burger and a shake at the Woolworth’s lunch counter. It was powder blue with a crisp, neat, starched, white apron, the cleanliness of which suggested she had not served many patrons that day. The buttons of the blouse portion of the uniform seemed strained to their limit holding in her more then ample breasts. A brief picture flashed in my head of them popping and her large tits falling out before me in all their glory. I snapped out of my daydream when she spoke.

“I am sorry hun, had no idea you were here. We don’t get many travelers in this time of year!”

Her smile was somehow intoxicating. I felt genuine warmth and an incredible sensuality radiate from her. The true beauty of her flaming tresses was hidden by the hairnet that held it piled on her head. I explained about my car and inquired about the availability of the cabins out back.

“Now, hun, let’s get some food in you. We can figure out where you gonna sleep shortly,” she said in reply as she filled my coffee cup and handed me a menu.

I just smiled at her and began to peruse the menu. I had no idea how to respond to the sleeping arrangement comment. Nor, did I have the heart to tell her I didn’t drink coffee after seeing her sweet smile. She hurried over to the couple in the corner leaving me alone with the menu an unwanted cup of coffee. The waitress’ infectious laughter caused me to turn toward the corner table. The old gentleman was clearly flirting with the much younger woman. The look on his wife’s face almost screamed, ‘you old fool!’ The man paid no attention to his wife and went right on flirting. The waitress acted as if she genuinely enjoyed the old timers advances. If not for the old woman, an on-looker could easily imagine the waitress giving into the old guy’s charm and giving him a thrill that he clearly had not had in many years.

Watching this exchange I saw clearly her unusual sweet sensual quality. She was not the type of woman that men would immediately fall to their knees over. However, she had a seductive, sexual quality that I could not quite put my finger on. Somehow, I knew she would be amazing in the bedroom or any other room if one could find the key to open her passions. I tried to push the thoughts of her naked body writhing under me away, before the twinge in my loins bore fruit and I found myself in an embarrassing condition. When she saw I was looking in her direction, she handed the couple their check and walked back toward the counter. Despite myself, I stared transfixed as she made her away across the small dining room.

“You ready to order, er is there something wrong with the coffee, sugar? You hardly touched it,” she said in a tone that conveyed her concern as she came around the counter.

“Oh um, actually, I don’t drink coffee, ma’am. Any chance you have a Pepsi back there somewhere?”

“Sorry hun, Pepsi coming up! Don’t think I have ever known a man didn’t drink coffee!”

She opened the antique cooler behind her and pulled out a Pepsi in a real glass bottle. I wondered how long it had been there waiting for me to show up to order it. She popped the top off the bottle and sat it in front of me along with a tall glass of ice. I smiled at her as I lifted the bottle to my lips. The cold glass felt familiar, like and old friend, against my lips. The syrupy, sweet, brown liquid burned as always as it flowed down my throat. As I returned the bottle to the counter, I realized the waitress was watching me as if studying me to see what the stranger in town was all about.

I also noticed for the first time the nametag that was pinned on her uniform just above her left breast. I supposed that her breasts had distracted me from noticing much of anything else earlier. I read the flowery script. Surprised to find such an exotically named woman in such a simple place. Her name was Jasmine and for a moment I was transmitted to a field of beautiful fragrant flowers. My dream was broken when the couple from the corner approached the counter to pay for their meal. She followed them to the door and said a warm good night. I heard the lock on the front door click and turned to see her flip the closed sign over.

“I am sorry, I am keeping you,” I said sincerely.

“Oh, no, hun, please you need to eat and well I really don’t have anything to do. Besides it is nice to have a handsome man’s company for a change,” she replied in a warm sexy voice.

Instead of returning to the service side of the counter, she sat on the stool next to me. As I turned my eyes seemed drawn to her breasts. From above the lace of her bra showed slightly above the crisp neat uniform. It seemed an unusually sexy under garment for a lady with no plans for the evening. Just one of many paradoxes this flower, Jasmine was presenting. Her bra pushed her large breasts up and together creating one of the most amazing cleavages I had ever seen up close. It was all I could do not to bend down and run my tongue through the erotic path between her gorgeous voluptuous breasts. Her nervous giggle told me my eyes had tarried a bit too long. I moved my gaze to her face and to my relief I was greeted with a smile instead of a scowl. I imagined that Jasmine was rather accustomed to men ogling her mammary glands like a hungry dog eyes the butcher shop window.

“So, Sweetie, what you going to have?” she asked as her leg brushed against mine.

The touch of her leg on mine combined with the lascivious thoughts I was having about sucking her incredible tits caused a familiar stirring in my jeans. It had been sometime since my sex life consisted of anything more then my own hand as a partner. Even this small touch from a woman felt fantastic in the lonely longing place I dwelled in that day. I had a good idea that images of Jasmine’s tits rubbing over my body would be tonight’s fantasy as I stroked myself to orgasm. I hoped that she had not noticed my condition as I squirmed a bit on the stool.

Instead of answering her question, I asked what she recommended. She told me that she had just made a fresh meatloaf and that was what she was planning for her dinner. I said that it sounded great but that I did not want to take her family’s dinner. She giggled in her infectious and charming way.

“Oh, hun, been all alone here for a couple of years now since daddy passed. Not much prospects here bouts for a husband to make a family with. Sure back in school the boys flocked around. I even married one. But well, after he took all he could from momma and daddy he left town, must be almost ten years now,” she said as she slid off the stool and head for the kitchen.

As I waited for Jasmine to return with my dinner, I reflected on the young woman’s life and wondered why she had chosen to reveal so much to me. I hadn’t a clue, but I had begun to realize that I was becoming more and more attracted to her. She exuded a special hidden sensuality. I just knew that under the exterior of this sweet, simple, country woman there was a wild sexual creature; a woman who if I was lucky enough to coax into my bed would fuck me until my cock screamed for mercy. I imagined her naked sitting upon me with my cock buried inside her hungry, steamy pussy. Her beautiful red hair no longer atop her head, but now flowing down the sides of her passion filled face. In my mind her large gorgeous tits were bouncing about freely as she rode me. Our impassioned erotic cries filled the room as our bodies joined together in an orgasm the force of which rivaled the eruption of Vesuvius!

The door to the kitchen swung open noisily, bringing me back to the little diner. My eyes snapped open and I jerked my hand out of my lap. My cock throbbed as it strained against the coarse fabric of my jeans. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing was ragged and beads of sweat ran down my forehead. My fantasy had taken me to the edge. I struggled to regain control of both my mind and body. Though I was clearly in a state of sexual arousal, Jasmine acted as if she saw nothing unusual.

“I am not usually so forward, hun, but, um well I was hoping you would join me at a table. It has been sometime since I shared a meal with a nice, sexy, handsome man,” she said in a shy alluring tone.

I eagerly accepted her invitation and followed her to a table. I made sure to stay behind her so she would not see the bulge in my jeans. We sat in a booth and enjoyed the delicious home cooked meal. We talked and laughed and got to know each other. By the time the chocolate cake she served me for desert was finished two hours had passed as if it were five minutes. I asked again about the cabins out back. She said that it had been years since anything other then wild critters had slept in them cabins.

“Daddy, always talked about fixin’m up, maybe putting a sign on the interstate to get folks to come back. Hell, impossible dreams my daddy had, with that new Holiday Inn right next to the highway no one is going to drive all the way over here to sleep in an old cabin. No, this town is going to die. Few more years, I gonna be sitting here in the middle of nothing but a collection of rubble piles,” she said sadly.

I reached over and wiped away the tear that ran down her cheek with my thumb. She touched the back of my hand and smiled.

“Daddy’s room is empty! Don’t see any reason you shouldn’t sleep in it. Yeah, Momma and Daddy would like that! I remember when I was a little girl, they were always helping folks got stranded. They said that is was a good person’s duty to help others. Oh, guess I better call Uncle Billy though. He might be thinking you drug me into the back and took advantage of me or sumptin.”

Her sweet innocent laugh made me want to grab her and hug her and kiss her. Somehow I managed to control my urges. Even though the idea of Billy bursting in the diner with guns blazing to save his niece from the ravages of the city fellow worried me a bit, I had to laugh. Jasmine had said that entire statement in one breath like an excited child trying to get her idea out before it went away. I was beginning to think the alluring Miss Jasmine was having some ideas of her own involving the two of us.

I protested that I did not want to be and trouble and could just sleep in my car. She assured me it would be a joy to have a man back in the house to care for, even if only for a night. For a moment my lewd thoughts disappeared as I wondered if Jasmine was thinking of me more in a fatherly mode. After all at 48 I was probably 15 years her senior. I glanced at my reflection in the chrome of the old-style table jukebox. I quickly decided that I did not look old enough to be her father. I also became determined to find a way not to be sleeping alone in her daddy’s bed tonight.

It had been a long time since I had had a sexual adventure. Since before I met my wife. There was certainly never anything sexually adventurous about her. Our lovemaking had been hot enough while dating and through the early years of marriage although fairly vanilla in nature. However, after a few years sex seemed to become just another household chore for my wife to endure. One I paid dearly for when it was performed. What made it all the more amazing in retrospect was when three weeks after I left the house she took up with some 25-year-old stud. Then the final kick came when I stopped by the house to pick up some of my stuff and accidentally walked in on her and her boy toy. She was on her knees writhing in ecstasy with his cock so deep in her throat I couldn’t figure how she could breathe. I couldn’t remember a time when I could get more than a little piece of mine sucked on and that always required begging. She didn’t even stop when she realized I was standing in the doorway. At last the stud nodded to acknowledge my presence. Actually he looked like he wanted to pull his cock from her mouth and run away, but she had way too firm a grip on him. Instead I just slunk away. I went out and paid for a whore for the only time in my life that night. I closed my eyes and fucked that poor prostitute savagely. The whole time imagining it was my ex I was abusing.

While Jasmine finished her clean-up work, I hung around in the kitchen with her. We told each other more about our lives. I found her unusually easy to talk to and she was amazingly open about her life. By the time the dishes and kitchen where cleaned and ready for the next day, she knew more about me than my closest friends did. I also, knew a great deal more about her than I did about most people I knew. She told me about the night her soon to be husband deflowered her and about the man that she met after her husband split who she kicked out after two years of nightly passion and weekly beatings. I even told her about my wife and her young stud, although I left off the violent whore fucking part of the story. When the kitchen was ready for the next day’s business, Jasmine removed her apron and dropped it in a laundry bag by the back door.

“Come on, let me show you where you will be sleeping,” she said in a voice that convinced me I wasn’t going to be sleeping alone tonight.

I followed her up the narrow staircase that lead from the diner to her apartment. It was all I could do not to reach out and grab her buttocks as they wiggled back and forth. As I was two steps below her I could see the tops of her nylons and the old fashion garters that held them securely to her thighs. I paused a second so she would be even higher above me and stole a glance of her most private region. I had expected a pair of sexy panties to match the lacey bra. To my surprise I was treated to a view of her smooth shaven pussy. I felt my cock jump in my pants as my mind immediately filled with a picture of me burying my face between her milky thighs and lustfully lapping at her sexual treats. All too soon we reached the top of the stairs and entered her cozy living room. When she turned toward me a rush of embarrassment flooded my senses. I hoped she did not glance down and see my obviously aroused condition. She did nothing to indicate having noticed my pants were suddenly tighter.

“Well, hun, make yourself comfortable. I have to shower and change real quick. I hate being in this uniform here in the house. Heck, when I am alone I sometimes shed it downstairs before coming up. If you in the mood to stay up a bit with me maybe you can find us something to watch on the TV. I will be right back.”

Once again she had spoken a complete paragraph as if it was a single phrase. I watched her as she disappeared through an archway and down a hall. Trying to distract myself from my desire to follow her down the hall and join her in the shower I began to look around. The room was filled with pictures, mostly of a couple and their daughter at various ages. I assumed the pretty little girl was Jasmine and the simple country couple her parents. The furniture that filled the cozy room made it feel as if I had stepped back in time 50 years. I was sure the last new piece of furniture to enter that room was purchase when Eisenhower was proposing the interstate highway system that had destroyed Jasmine’s town.

The only thing in the room that told me I was still in the 21st century was the entertainment wall. Jasmine had a large modern Sony television with all the latest gadgets attached. I recognized the DVD player, VCR and super surround sound audio system. Some of the other boxes I was not so sure what they did. I figured one odd looking one to be the satellite signal receiver. I didn’t much ponder what the others were used for; instead I wondered how much of her inheritance Jasmine had blown on this equipment. From what she had told me of her parents I was sure they would not have been so extravagant. I felt a bit of sadness as I thought of this vivacious, witty, charming woman with little more to look forward to in life than setting alone watching HBO.

I began to look for the controls so I could find a movie for us to watch. The entertainment center had several cabinets and in one of them I found hundreds of DVDs neatly arranged. As I perused them I noticed that there were many triple X features amongst them. My mind wandered and I pictured Jasmine on the old style sofa naked, pleasuring herself as she watched he actors engaged in explicit sexual activity on her high definition television. I was so engrossed in thought; I didn’t hear her return to the room until her nervous giggle startled me. I almost dropped the box that I had scarcely realized I took from the shelf.

Jasmine had caught me staring at the cover. It was a picture of a young red haired woman on all fours. A man stood in front of her with three-quarters of his large cock stuffed in her mouth. Another man was behind her with his cock buried deep inside her pussy. Two other men stood watching, presumably waiting their turns, with their hands wrapped around their long, fat, hard cocks. All four were the kind of men that made insecure average-sized guys feel inferior. I reflected on the absurdity of all the male porn stars being way larger than average while my averaged size cock stirred inside my pants.

I turned toward the giggle and saw Jasmine standing behind the sofa. Her red, blushing cheeks were framed by her fiery red hair, which was no longer piled on her head. Though still wet from the shower her hair shimmered in the light from the overhead fixture. She smiled sweetly through her obvious embarrassment. My own embarrassment was nearly paralyzing and worse I had no way to hide my erection. I mumbled something about looking for a remote as I took in Jasmine’s new attire.

She wore a sheer, pink, summer robe over a silky nightie. The nightie held her breasts tight putting her magnificent cleavage on full display between the opening in her pretty robe. The bodice of the nightie concealed the lower portion of her breasts. However, the sheer material was thin enough to allow the dark circles around her nipples to show through. Her hard nipples sat like bullets in the middle of a target, pressing into the silky cups of the nightie. The sofa prevented me from seeing how much was visible below her waist. I was fairly sure it would not be long before I would be seeing all of Jasmines sweet treasures. The tension now hung in the room, like an invisible cloak holding each of us in our places. Jasmine spoke first, her sweet sexy halting voice breaking away the uneasiness.

“Oh, is that what you picked for us to watch?”

“Um, er, no, just well …”

“It is ok. I would love to watch it with you, hun. But, maybe you would like to clean up first?”

“Well, I could use a shower. But all of my stuff is locked in my car at your uncle’s garage.”

She told me that she still had some of her daddy’s things and she would find something clean for me. Then she led me through a bedroom to the bathroom. She rummaged through a small cabinet and found me a razor and a new toothbrush. She pointed to the clean plush towels hanging on the far wall and said that she would lay out something for me to sleep in while I showered. I looked around sheepishly when I realized that there was no door separating the bath from the bedroom.

As if reading my thoughts, she giggled and said, “Oh, sorry, hun, I forget how modest most city folks are. Momma always said a body is nothing more than skin and though we are all arranged differently there ain’t no shame in what nature give us.”

I smiled at her. I really wasn’t all that modest. Had it not been for my half erect cock, I probably would have happily stripped while she watched. Again she let me off the hook. As I began to unbutton my shirt, she turned and walked across the bedroom. She busied herself looking through the drawers of a large oak dresser. I quickly stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower.

The warm water felt wonderful cascading over my body. I hadn’t had a hot shower in days. My last three baths had been a cloth dampened in a rest stop bathroom sink. I thoroughly scrubbed my body and revealed in the hot spray. When finally I reluctantly turned off the water, I peaked out and discovered she had left me alone. I had been so involved in my shower, I had not heard her come in and take away my clothes. After toweling off, brushing my teeth and shaving the stubble from below my beard, I threw the towel over the rod and stepped into the bedroom. It felt odd but exhilarating standing completely naked in a strange room with no idea where my clothes were.

I stood looking around what I believed was Jasmine’s father’s room. It seemed like a shrine to the former inhabitant and I like Indian Jones was violating the temple. I doubted anyone other than Jasmine had been in the room since her father left this life. On the bed as promised, I found pajamas, slippers and a robe. The pajamas were silk and appeared to be brand new. As I stepped into the bottoms, Jasmine appeared in the open doorway. How she knew the exact moment my privates were concealed I will never know.

“I gave those to Daddy on his 6oth birthday, the year momma passed. He never wore them, said they were too fancy for the likes of him. But he wouldn’t let me exchange them even though they didn’t suit him. Mmmmmmmm, they sure suit you though, hun,” she said as I buttoned up the top.

As I turned, I thought I saw a tear in her eye. I thought it best not to get into daddy issues with her just then. When we talked earlier, she told me her mom died fairly young leaving her and her daddy alone. She then spent the next few years taking care of him while he slowly withered away. I found it curious that the room contained nothing that suggested Jasmine’s mother ever lived there. I decided that was yet another one of those things in life I ought not ponder.

Jasmine was right about the pajamas suiting me. They fit perfectly and the material felt amazing on my skin. Now I know why Hugh Hefner runs around in the damn things all day. She told me to slip on the robe and come along, as the movie was all ready to go. I decided to skip the robe, as it was plenty warm and asked her if she minded. Her answer made me think she would have been happy had I skipped the pajamas too. I wondered if perhaps all that no modesty talk was just a cover and she had just wanted to see me naked. I knew I damn sure would have preferred if we were both naked and jumping into the bed instead of off to watch other people fuck on film.

As I followed her back to the sofa I told her that we didn’t have to watch that movie. She seemed hurt that I would not want to watch a sex flick with her. I assured her that was not the case and she assured me that she really wanted to watch it with me. She told me that she had never watched that kind of movie with anyone and was very excited as she put her hand on my thigh and pushed play. I leaned over and kissed her lips softly. She practically purred as she parted her lips to accept my tongue. By the time our kiss broke, the opening scene that was the producer’s way of creating a semblance of a plot for the fuck flick had ended. The redhead from the box cover was already naked and crawling around the room on all fours. A half-dozen men in various states of undress were taunting her. Those with their cocks out were stroking them as they teased her. She was begging to be allowed to suck on a particularly large hairy man’s cock. The monster between his legs was fully erect and pointing almost straight up. It must have been over ten-inches and the girth defied imagination. One of the men that was still covered below the waist walked over and slapped the girls ass.

“Can you get that monster down your throat, bitch?” he screamed as he pulled the belt from the loops in his jeans.

Jasmine moaned as the redhead on the television slipped her lips over the bulbous head of the massive hairy dick. My cock was tenting the front of the silk pajamas. The smooth, soft material rubbing against my sensitive cock head was setting my body afire with tingling nerve ends. Unable to contain my passion I reached for Jasmine and took her into my arms. I stared hard into her beautiful eyes.

“I want you, now! I need you! Come to bed with me please!”

“Oh, god yes! I have wanted you to take me and fuck me since I first saw your sexy smile!” she moaned as she reached out and grabbed my cock through the silk.

I pushed her robe open and slid the bottom of her nightie up, exposing her completely hairless pussy. My fingers danced over the smooth flesh surrounding her large already swollen labia. She gasped and squealed as my I began to gently open her with my fingertips. Her soft, moist outer lips gave way revealing the enticing pink folds beneath. I felt the heat radiating from her sex. It was as if a long dormant furnace had suddenly come to life. As my fingers slipped inside her enveloping folds her pussy gushed and her body trembled. I knew she was already on the edge and quickly moved my thumb to her clit as my fingers sought out her g-spot. Her clit was large and engorged like a tiny cock. I pressed my thumb into it and began a circular massage of the throbbing nub. Her orgasmic screams echoed off the walls as my finger found and pressed into her swollen inner trigger. I manipulated her button causing waves of orgasm to flow through her body. The force of her climaxes was stunning.

Jasmine grabbed me and buried her face in my chest. Her fingernails dug into my flesh and her impassioned cries of ecstasy rang in my ears. My cock throbbed and ached to be inside her pussy, but I would not break the moment for anything. She was in the throws of something I had never seen before. She was beyond orgasm now and I would have happily continued pleasuring her until she passed out. I was completely captivated and overwhelmed by the intensity of her passion. My need to take her was suppressed by the pleasure I was getting from being able to do this to another person. In addition, my skin was beginning to burn where her fingernails were piercing my flesh. I could feel the blood trickling from my body as surely as I could feel the warm thick juice that was flowing from her convulsing pussy out over my hand. When finally she pushed me away while screaming, NO MORE, my hand was throbbing and aching from the intense workout. I had finger fucked her so hard I thought perhaps I had sprained my wrist.

My fingers felt like they were cramping up as I watched her fall back on the sofa. Jasmine lay there, staring at me wide-eyed, panting like a runner who has collapsed at the finish line. I stood over her and remover the silk pajamas releasing my aching, dripping cock. I continued staring at my new lover as my now free cock throbbed and danced around. The wet spot on the cushion under her ass continued to grow as her pussy muscles clenched and forced out more sweet female cum. Her swollen cunt lips glistened with her juice as her flesh glistened with the sweat of passion.

She reached for me as I knelt beside her. We embraced and kissed deeply. Our tongues danced between our hungry mouths. She slid of the sofa joining me on the floor as our passion-driven mouths tried to consume each other. Now on our knees our bodies pressed together. I felt her hard nipples press into me through the sheer material of her nightie. My cock head rubbing against her sent bolts of pure rapture through my tingling body. I felt like I would explode at any moment.

Jasmine broke the kiss and moaned, “God you are amazing! I want to suck that beautiful cock, baby!”

I gave no resistance when she pushed and I fell back onto my ass. She was atop me like a lioness on her pray. I wanted her naked and grabbed at her nightie, trying to tear it from her body. She must have sensed my desire even though I was too overwhelmed to speak my wants. As she sat on my legs she pulled the lacey nightie over her head and tossed it away. Finally her amazing tits as well as the rest of her enticing sensual body were laid bare for my eyes to feast on.

It was a short feast. She ducked her head and swallowed my cock like it was life sustaining. Her long red hair fell forward like a curtain, hiding her from my gaze. Her lips slid up and down my shaft while her tongue seemed to be mapping every contour of my dick. The oral stimulation threatened to cause an explosion. I couldn’t believe I had found in this out of the way place the most amazing cock sucker I had ever known. As much as my body wanted to cum, my mind wanted this to go on forever. I was locked in an intense struggle to control my body. I squirmed under her and grabbed at the sofa cushions that had fallen next to me. I roared and screamed obscenities as Jasmine continued sucking my cock like a pro. Finally, unable to maintain any composure, I grabbed her head and forced my cock deep into her throat. She didn’t even gag. Her throat sucked my cock head while she ground her pussy into my knee. She was fucking my leg with her hot cunt as I rammed my cock in and out of her amazingly talented mouth.

Just as I was reaching the point of no return, Jasmine grabbed the base of my shaft and held it firmly as she sucked hard on the top half of my throbbing cock. I felt her hot juices running down my knee as she came on my leg and then my ears rang with my own orgasmic cries. My hot thick cum shot into her waiting mouth. My body began jerking as my orgasm flooded me with waves of intense carnal pleasure. The intensity was such that I tried to pull my spurting cock from her mouth, but Jasmine held me firmly in her grasp. She sucked every drop from my cock as my orgasm went on for what seemed like hours. At several points I was sure I would pass out. When Jasmine had swallowed everything I had to give, we fell together in a heap on the floor. We lay there for a long time panting in each other’s arms.

When finally she could speak again, Jasmine whispered, “Please take me to bed and fuck me, baby.”

I responded by moaning that there was nothing else in the world I would rather do. I stood and took her hand to help her up. We kissed gently and then walked to her father’s bedroom hand in hand. Once there she tossed back the covers and lay down, her arms outstretched inviting me to join her. I paused to admire, my Jasmine, my delicate flower and amazing bundle of passion. She smiled at me and reached out to play with my balls as I stood over the bed looking at her. She was clearly happy for me to look at her naked body so lasciviously. I began to stroke her soft skin as she fondled my balls causing my cock to begin to return to life.

Looking into her eyes, I was suddenly overcome with a new wicked thought. I wanted to watch her bring herself to orgasm. I reached for the hand that was so tenderly caressing my sensitive ball sack and pulled it away from my body. Jasmine looked confused. Before she could speak to ask what was wrong I guided her talented fingers down to her wide-open pussy. She seemed to immediately know what I wanted. As she opened her swollen fleshy pussy lips, the bright red of her fingernails was in stark contrast to the beautiful pink inner folds of her sweet kitty. I moaned and then cried out in passion and desire. “Oh god, baby! Yes, show me your sweet pussy! Show me how it likes to be played with! Make yourself hot and wet and cum for me!”

One red nail disappeared into her silky dripping cunt as her thumb rolled over her fully engorged and exposed clit. I reached for her huge enticing tits and began massaging them like a baker kneads his dough, as I started transfixed at her fingers exploitation of her hot juicy pussy. Her moans began to reverberate off the walls of the neatly kept room. Although for all I knew at that point we could have been in a cave. There were only our two naked bodies alone locked in passionate pursuit of total bliss. Jasmine’s warm flesh quivered and heaved in my hands as her fingers danced over her clit and pussy in long practiced routines that set her body to writhing on the big bed. I felt my cock dancing in the air as my excitement grew watching this amazing she creature unashamedly manipulating her sex for both our pleasure. With her free hand, Jasmine reached out and grabbed my cock.

Instead of a gentle caress she tugged on it, pulling me to her. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her tits as she pulled me to the side of the bed. I screamed, the combination of erotic pleasure and the pain of having my tender organ yanked so hard overwhelming my senses. Jasmine came hard as she turned her head and pulled my cock head into her hungry mouth. She bathed my throbbing aching shaft with her hot wet tongue as her fingers continued to bring her to peak after peak. My cock muffled her incredibly sexy orgasmic screams as she pulled nearly every bit of it into her mouth. In just a short period I was getting a second blowjob from the best cocksucker I had ever been with. She was amazing. I was certain she could have made a fortune in one of Mrs. Teal’s private backrooms. Mrs. Teals being the only whore house I had ever known. Unable to take any more stimulation I pulled away from her and grabbed her hand from her pussy. I brought her cunt juice covered fingers to my lips and sucked the nectar from them. Jasmine screamed at me as I looked into her wild eyes, “Fuck me now! Make my pussy yours, you fucking sexy stud of man! Damn baby, please I need that hot cock in my pussy!”

I needed no more encouragement. I climbed onto the bed between her legs and pushed her thighs as far apart as they would go. My cock was twitching and oozing precum like a leaky faucet. Jasmine’s chest was heaving her gorgeous breasts and her face was locked in an expression of pure animal lust. I couldn’t believe my sweet waitress had become this incredible sexy creature. I hadn’t even been inside her yet and I already knew she was the best fuck I had ever had. Again she cried out for me to fuck her as her body wriggled on the bed before me. I looked into her gapping cunt before moving forward. Her inner flesh was almost scarlet so much blood was flowing to her sex. I put one hand on each of her shoulders as I brought my cock close to her quivering cunt and whispered in a commanding tone for her to guide me home. She smiled as she instantly obeyed my request.

I had never before felt so dominant or passionate. I had never before wanted a woman as much as I wanted Jasmine at that moment. I knew I was going to fuck her harder than I had ever fucked anyone before and I also somehow knew that was exactly what this sweet sexy wanton she creature wanted at that moment. She squeezed my cock as she guided it into her fuck hole. I gasped as the warm wet folds of her hot juicy cunt enveloped my aching fuck rod. When she released my cock I drove it deep inside her. It felt as if her cunt was pulling me in. Almost like she wanted more than my cock in her. As I pumped myself in and out of her forcefully, she wrapped her legs around my waist. We were locked together like a pair of wrestlers in some strange erotic power match. Each time I pulled back she tightened her legs pulling me back into her deeper still. The springs of the old brass bed were squealing like the wheels of a locomotive against the curve of a track. With the addition of our combined cries of passion and ecstasy, the room was alive with the sound of fucking. Had the windows been open I am certain the entire town would have heard us and likely come to her rescue. Her screams were now such that it would not have been clear if she was enjoying her self or being raped.

We were both panting and moaning creating a symphony of sexual noises. What words we managed to speak were mostly visceral, curse words screamed in an expression of our ultimate passionate joining. We had become one mass of undulating, sweating, flesh lost in sexual nirvana. I had no idea how many orgasms Jasmine was having. She seemed to be constantly cumming. I knew it was only because I had cum so hard so recently that my own cock had not exploded. My mind was in a fog. My cock ached as I continued to thrust myself deep inside her cunt. It was throbbing and her convulsing pussy walls were pulling and squeezing me. I desperately wanted to cum. My balls were tight and covered in her thick girl cum. Jasmine must have sensed my mounting frustration and near exhaustion. She began to urge me on. She was nearly begging me to fuck her harder and to fill her with my seed. Finally, I went over the edge. My body began convulsing atop her and what little fluid that was left inside me shot deep inside Jasmine’s warm welcoming pussy. The high was unlike any orgasm ever. I was totally lost in my own pleasure. I heard Jasmines words and moans and coos as my mind went to total overload and I slipped into unconsciousness.

I awoke seconds later, gasping and panting next to her on the bed. She smiled at me as she stroked my check. Her breathing also still ragged. Neither of us spoke for a long time. Words somehow were inadequate to express our feelings about what had just happened. As our breathing slowly normalized we caressed and softly kissed one another. Our smiles telling each other everything we needed to know. I slept more peacefully that night than I had in many years. When I awoke, I was cradled in Jasmine’s arms, my head on her breast. She was smiling at me as she stroked my head gently.

“Baby, I have to go down and open the diner. Uncle Billy and the rest of the regulars will be in for breakfast real soon. You stay and get some sleep if you want. Come on down when you get dressed. I washed your clothes. I will bring them in before I go down,” she cooed as she climbed out of bed.

I stared at her as I stretched out onto my back. She smiled and stood a bit letting me look at her naked body as unashamed as a baby parading around the room without it’s clothing. I knew at that moment that it did not matter if Billy could fix the car or not. I would not be leaving as long as Jasmine would have me. I was captivated and I hoped I had not misread her. She bent down and kissed my cheek and told me she would see me soon. I felt the stiffness in my body as she walked out the door. I was obviously too old and out of shape for such aerobic sexual exploits. I tossed the covers back and dragged my body toward the shower. I figured I better get used to getting up early if I was going to be working at a country diner.

As I was brushing my teeth, Jasmine returned with my clothing. She seemed surprised I was up. I told her I was going to help in the diner today if she would let me. She told me I was under no obligation, but was welcome to help or do anything I liked in her home for as long as I liked. I rinsed my mouth and kissed her with a passion that told her I would be taking her up on her hospitality awhile longer. She patted my naked ass and left the room with a smile on her face. I quickly showered and dressed. Then I hurried down the back stairs to my new life.