Jasmine 6

It was a hot, sticky, humid day in the middle of August. I had just finished eating lunch, and was on my way back to work when I first saw her. She was bouncing along about 50 yards in front of me. I could only see her from the rear, but I was already lusting after that delicious body of hers.

She was wearing a yellow halter with a matching pair of short shorts, white socks and tennis shoes. Her long black hair came down her back, and her light brown skin looked great in contrast with the halter and shorts. The shorts were so tight that they looked as though they would split apart with every step she took.

I ran to catch up with her, so I could see her from the front. As I passed her and turned around to catch a look, I nearly came in my pants. Her tits were the most beautiful I had ever seen. They were standing up firm as they pushed against the halter, with the nipples hard as little stones and clearly visible under the sheer material. Those tits seemed to be crying out to be set free from the confines of that halter.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. My mouth and tongue were desert dry. She looked at me with those big brown eyes of hers, and said in the softest, sexiest voice I had ever heard,

" Is there anything I can do for you?"

I said, "Yes, as a matter of fact, there is something you can do for me. Come with me up to my office, and maybe we can get to know each other a little better."

She smiled and said, " Sure, that sounds like fun to me."

I took her by the hand and led her to a nearby building and into a waiting elevator. By this time my prick was hard as a rock and standing up straight in my pants. We moved to the back of the elevator, and I pushed up tight against her body. She looked over at the front of my pants and ran her hand along my bulging cock. I returned the favor, and rubbed the front of her shorts which were already soaking wet.

As soon as the elevator stopped on my floor, we got out and practically ran down the hall to get to my office. I couldn't wait to get my hands on that body of hers. As soon as we were alone inside my office, I pulled her to my eager body and stuck my tongue down her throat, pushing into her with my hard prick. She immediately dropped down to her knees and began to unzip my pants, setting free at last my hard, throbbing cock, swollen with blood and oozing pre-come juices from the tip. She began to lick around the tip and then with one gulp enclosed the whole 10 inches in her mouth. Her little head began bobbing up and down on that slick, slippery prick. I had to pull her head off after a few minutes, because I felt that I was going to come and wanted to make it last a little longer.

I turned her around and began to untie her halter, and as it fell to the floor I reached around to cup her tits in my hands. They felt so firm and hot as I started to rub her little nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, all the while grinding my hard prick into her firm ass. I turned her around and began to suck on those beautiful tits of hers. She started to moan and cried out,

"Please suck my tits, and don't stop, please."

I started to pull her shorts down and off those long legs of hers. Next to come off were those cute little pink panties, soaking wet from her cunt juices. I was kissing her again, our tongues both deep in each others mouths. When she could stand it no longer, she cried out,

"Fuck me please, Please do it now!"

I turned her around and she bent over the desk and lifted her ass high into the air. My prick slid easily into her dripping wet pussy, and I slammed the whole 10 inches into her slick cunt. My balls were slapping against her ass, and that sound along with her cries of passion were driving me over the edge.

I slapped into her harder and harder until my hot sticky cum erupted into the depths of her bowels. Her body started to shake and quiver and she yelled out,

"O God, I'm coming, Please don't stop, O God, Oh God, Ooh."

After we had both come many times, she said she had to go because her mother was expecting her to be home about an hour ago. As she was putting her clothes back on, I asked her for her name and phone number, which she scribbled on my phone pad. I asked her age and she smiled at me and said,

"I just turned 18, Why, don't I look that old to you?" I just gave her a pat on the ass, and said,

"Just checking, I wouldn't want to get into trouble with your mother."

After she had gone, I looked at the phone pad, and saw that she had written , "Jasmine, 555-1212." I was praying that she had given me the correct number, because I knew that I wanted more of that cute little body of hers.