After our wild encounter at the corner shop, I didn't get to see Jasmine for a couple of days. Friday I was away on business and got back too late. Saturday morning I was busy running around, so it wasn't till mid-afternoon that I was able to get back to the shop. She was behind the counter serving a customer when I walked in. She didn't notice me at first and in a weird way I felt a little embarrassed.
Our frantic fuck in the back room seemed like a lifetime ago and it had been so unusual, that I was a little unsure how she might react now she'd had time to think about it. I lingered furtively out of her eye-line, pretending to browse through the magazines, while secretly observing her.
She looked just as hot as before, wearing the simple dress and cardigan of a few days ago, but now my mind could picture exactly what was beneath her outfit and just the memory of what we had done was enough to start the blood flowing in my groin again.
The customer left and after a few seconds I walked towards her. She looked up and when she saw me a broad, lascivious smile lit up her face.
"Hello stranger," she grinned. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming back."
"And what would you have done if I hadn't?" I felt better already; it was so obvious that she was pleased to see me.
"Oh I would have lured some other unsuspecting man into my web."
"You're not too picky then." I teased her.
"Oh no, there's plenty of options round here. There's a very hunky pensioner two doors down that I've got my eye on."
We bantered like this for a few seconds as if we were both skirting round the real subject. Eventually I summoned up the courage to bring the conversation back round.
"What are you doing tonight?" I ventured.
"I'm busy tonight," she said. I tried not to look disappointed, but I didn't manage too well and she smiled. "But I'm free tomorrow," she added.
I figured I could wait and we arranged for her to come round to my flat after she shut the shop at midday on Sunday.
I spent the rest of the day semi erect, brooding on exactly what we might get up to.
Sunday morning was bright and hot, one of the last, fine days of that summer. I'm fortunate enough to live in a flat overlooking the river and I have a good-sized balcony with great views. I took a leisurely breakfast, soaking up the sun and spent the rest of the morning trying not to watch the clock.
Just after half twelve there was a knock at the door. This time she was in a light summer dress that offset her long legs and luscious brown skin perfectly. Her hair was down around her shoulders and her deep brown eyes looked even darker in the bright light. I drank her in for a moment then pulled myself together and invited her inside.
She seemed impressed with the flat and while I poured cold drinks she wandered around poking her head into different rooms and looking at pictures.
"Come and sit down," I invited her onto the balcony.
"Very nice," she exclaimed, leaning on the rail and taking in the view. I sat down in one of the chairs and drank in the even better view of her short dress riding up the backs of her thighs as she leaned further forward. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I bided my time.
After a minute, she turned round and sat down, with her back to the rail, crossing her legs and allowing the dress to ride even higher up her thighs. I could happily have sat there all day, just looking at her. The sun seemed to bring even more of her beauty out and I realised that she wasn't wearing a bra as I could see her nipples clearly outlined under the thin fabric.
There was still a definite spark of tension between us but it was not quite as urgent as it had been a few days ago, when I had unexpectedly ravaged her ass. My cock stirred again at the thought.
We chatted about her sister and brother-in-law. She reckoned they were going to be away for at least another week. I raised a silent prayer in thanks.