"See you Monday! Drive safe!" Denise exclaimed from the top of the steps at Jerod's house.
She and Jerod waved goodbye to their guests and headed inside. The graduation party turned recruiting event had been a big success. They had put their new sales team -- Kim, Sonia, Kyle, and Brandon -- through their paces and all four had passed with flying colors.
Training was scheduled for the following week. Jasmine, whose family owned the top lingerie shop in Dallas, was set to provide Kim and Sonia with high end undergarments and lingerie. By next weekend, they'd have a total of three sales teams out in the field demoing product and pulling in tips.
They were on the cusp of a whole new ballgame. And, they hoped, a lot more revenue.
Denise and Jerod knew the next week would be a grueling one. Tonight, they just wanted to enjoy some down time together.
But there was one more guest who had yet to leave -- Jasmine. They found her sitting on the deck, watching the last glimmer of sunset fading into the Texas night. She was nursing some cognac Jerod had poured for her.
"How's it going?" Denise asked, pulling up a chair next to her.
"Just enjoying the fresh air," Jasmine said.
"Yeah, I like it out here at night," Denise said. "It's peaceful."
"I feel like I need a little peace. I was so rev'd up from today."
"There's a lot going on," Denise nodded.
"They did such a good job with the demos," Jasmine said, staring at her glass. "
Such
a good job."
"We got ourselves an excellent sales team," Denise agreed.
Jasmine turned and looked at Denise.
"I mean, the scene with Brandon and Sonia was
so
hot," she said. "The way he was driving her across the floor!"
"They were really into it," Denise said. "That's for sure."
There was an urgency in Jasmine's eyes.
"Did you see how big he was?" Jasmine whispered. "Imagine how that must have felt!"
Denise could see Jasmine was strongly affected by what she'd seen.
"Hey," Denise said softly, "do you want me get you an Uber? So you don't have to drive?"
"I'm not drunk," Jasmine said. "This is the only drink I've had all day. And I'm only having it to calm my nerves."
Drunk or not, Denise didn't want Jasmine driving the lake road at night.
"Why don't you stay here tonight?" Denise asked. "We have a guest room."
"Are you sure?" Jasmine asked. "I wouldn't want to be any trouble."
"It's no trouble at all," Denise said, smiling. "Come. I'll show you the room."
Denise led Jasmine to the bedroom that doubled as her office. She'd have to break the news to Jarod they wouldn't have the house to themselves. That meant they wouldn't be enjoying their usual nighttime ritual.
Just about every night, Jerod and Denise would go to bed well before it was time to go to sleep. They relished their play time in that big, king-sized bed.
Sometimes they'd read their books. Or just lay in bed talking. Occasionally, they'd listen to music or read poetry to each other.
Inevitably, it would lead to an intimate encounter. Lying face to face. Kissing and laughing. Holding and touching. And then the clothes would start to come off. And the passion would start.
Then it'd get loud.
There was something about the way she and Jerod made love that made Denise get really loud during sex. It wasn't just Jerod's size, though that was part of it. It was the trust they'd built over the months. Their bed was a safe space, where she felt she could totally let go. With Jerod, she found she achieved levels of sexual pleasure far beyond anything she'd experienced before.
So much pleasure it made her scream.
Fortunately, Jerod owned a lot of property around his house so there were no neighbors to bother. Denise had gotten used to grunting and groaning, shrieking and moaning, and finally, when her orgasm peaked, screaming while she came.
It actually made her pleasure even greater, more intense. And he liked it too.
That was the problem with having someone sleeping in the guestroom. Hell, that was the problem with having anyone within a hundred yards of the house.
Denise offered to lend Jasmine something to sleep in but she said she didn't need it. After all, there was an entire clothes rack full of lingerie for her to choose from.
She chose a blue lace baby doll set with plunging lace cups. It had a skirt so sheer it was transparent and a matching thong. It was too sexy for walking around the house, but she wanted something that would be cool to sleep in. Her body was generating so much heat.
Later that night, as Jasmine lay in her bed staring at the ceiling, images of Brandon and Sonia flashed through her brain.
She remembered the way his cock stood straight up when he moved in behind her.
The way he teased her with the head of his cock before shoving it in her.
The way he thrust himself into her again and again -- while looking at
her!
Jasmine was certain Brandon was staring at
her
when he was pounding Sonia's pussy. Why was he doing that? Was he imagining he was fucking
her
? Was he fantasizing about exploding his cum inside
her
pussy?
Jasmine threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. She paced the room a couple of times then went into the bathroom. She ran the water in the tap and splashed some of it on her face. She dried her face with a towel and looked at herself in the mirror.
Look at me, she thought to herself. I'm a sexy woman. My breasts are practically pouring out of this baby doll. You can see my nipples right through the fabric, the way they're sticking out. My pussy is dripping I'm so wet.
And I'm all by myself.
Upstairs, there's a sexy, debonair, sophisticated black man, with a beautiful body and a huge cock. And a blonde bombshell with a gorgeous face and a body to die for.
She's probably stroking his dick right now. Making it long and hard. Or maybe she's sucking him. Making him so big. Then he'll penetrate her and fill her up the way I want to be filled. He'll make her cum the way I want to cum.
She let out a sigh. I'm driving myself crazy, she thought.
One floor up, Jerod and Denise were lying in bed. Denise was on her side, in a nightie. He was in pajama bottoms, staring at the ceiling.
"What's she doing now?" Jerod asked.
"I don't know," Denise said, "sounds like she can't sleep."
"She's been in and out of the bathroom a half-a-dozen times. Maybe's she's sick."
"I think she's lovesick," she said.
"Lovesick?" he asked, puzzled.
"When I was talking to her earlier, she kept going on and on about Brandon and Sonia. I think she's all keyed up."
"That
was
pretty intense," Jerod said. "Maybe it was a mistake asking her to play the client."
"She'll be okay," Denise said. "She just needs a good fuck."
"Well," Jerod said with a shrug. "
I
need a good fuck but that ain't gonna happen."
Denise looked at him.
"We could solve both problems," she said, raising her eyebrows.
