Tristan felt alive as he drove home. He'd expected to feel all amounts of guilt, he'd never cheated on his wife or previous girlfriends with so much as a kiss before, but he felt nothing resembling guilt at all, just exhilaration.
Tristan assumed Jasmine would have had a relatively sheltered life. This made this situation even more significant. It made him feel desired, in a way he hadn't for a very long time.
Jasmine was equally exhilarated. She loved how aroused Tristan had become for her. The way he'd touched her and the danger of the situation had got her very excited, but it was seeing how hard he was that had made her lose control. She'd needed to touch his cock. She'd needed to take it into her mouth. She'd needed to taste and drink every drop of cum she could milk from it.
Tristan was very different to the other men Jasmine had had in her life. At 34, he was younger than her by a year, and her previous men had all been older. In fact, before she'd even met Tristan, she'd developed a crush for the man who was now Tristan's boss, Peter.
Over ten years her senior, Peter was a confident and charismatic man. He was also married, but wasn't shy at creating opportunities to meet and talk with Jasmine. She would get uncharacteristically nervous around him at times, but that would never be obvious to observers, as her natural sparkle could easily hide any signs of uncertainty.
Jasmine had fantasised about creating a life with Peter one day, so the events with Tristan had caught her completely off guard. Perhaps the fact she didn't picture Tristan as a potential partner had freed her up to give him the gift she had done. Perhaps there was something deeper than she recognised because she'd been distracted by her feelings for Peter. Or more likely, Peter had stopped visiting her, and the rumours that Peter had been having an affair with a bimbo called Anna meant the attention from Tristan filled a crucial gap for her, and she wanted to encourage it.
Over the following days, Tristan couldn't get Jasmine out of his thoughts. He wanted to touch her more. He needed to see every bit of her perfect breasts. He wanted to make her cum to repay her for the most incredible blow job she had given him. He wanted another blow job.
This was all new territory for Tristan. He had lacked confidence when it came to sex as a young man, and the lack of desire shown by his wife over recent years had further affected him. He knew that fucking a woman as hot as Jasmine would probably lead to disappointment for her, but the pull he felt towards Jasmine outweighed all of his usual inhibitions.
Jasmine harboured some level of regret about the blow job she had given Tristan. Not regret that she had done it, but regret that she hadn't done it as well as she knew she could. Tristan had clearly enjoyed it, and his messages to her afterwards let her know just how good it had been for him, but that made her want to show him that that was nothing compared to what she could do. She felt that she'd held back a bit during it, as she was wearing bold lipstick which she didn't want to smear around her face. Such was her skill, she'd managed to avoid this totally, but she wanted to show off even more. She had already made up her mind before Tristan invited her to a catch up meeting at the end of a day's work the following week.
That day, Jasmine had dressed with her plan in mind. She wore a white button up shirt which nipped in around her slim midriff and only just allowed enough room for the last but one button to close around her chest. A knee length skirt hugged her firm but shapely arse, exposing her long athletic legs fashioning a pair of dark, seam-backed stockings. Finishing off her outfit were a pair of her signature high heeled shoes. Jasmine always wore high heels which added at least 4 inches to her already above average height.
When Jasmine had seen Tristan in a meeting earlier that day, she knew she'd get an invitation to meet him later, and when the call came shortly before her time to leave for the day to meet Tristan to talk through some arbitrary details, she casually accepted as though it was a perfectly innocent request.
Tristan was sitting at his desk trying to look busy when she knocked at his door. He knew those footsteps very well now, as Jasmine's high heels made a distinct sound as she walked down the quiet corridor which led to Tristan's small office in a remote corner of the building.
Without looking up, he called her in, trying to look casual as she entered his office. When he finally looked up to see her, he was blown away by what he saw. She stood by the door, with her weight mainly through her left leg, giving her a relaxed stance with her legs a little more open than would be normal. Her clothes fitted her perfectly, and her tight white shirt, which earlier was buttoned up to the penultimate button, had now seemingly burst open. With another button open, it gave Tristan a view of the top half of her cleavage. As she looked down at him through her carefully selected, dark-rimmed glasses, Tristan could feel himself grow quickly inside his trousers.
Tristan stood and walked across his office as he had done that first time. He ran his right index finger down her neck as he had done before, and felt the electricity pass through his entire body from the initial contact. Running his fingers down her shirt opening, he was able to touch much more of her breasts, and could see the top line of her bra. He slid his hand into her shirt and with slight pressure savoured the feeling of her firm breasts as they heaved with her every inhalation.
Jasmine stood and enjoyed the feeling of being touched. She watched Tristan's hands intensely as they first traced down her cleavage and then went under the soft cotton to caress the full shape of her exposed breasts. Tristan's light-skinned hands contrasted with her brown skin, and to her eyes looked beautiful.
After a short while of enjoying watching and feeling the attention Tristan gave her breasts, Jasmine decided to take charge again. She reached her hand down to where she knew she would find Tristan's hard cock, and used her flat hand against the front of his trousers to appreciate the effect she was having on him.
Tristan was hard from the moment he had looked up to see Jasmine in his office. The feeling of her hand on his erection was enough of a signal for him to make his own move. He reached down with one hand and slightly lifted Jasmine's skirt as he sensually touched the inside of her thigh. With no resistance, he gently ran his hand up her thigh and felt an increase in excitement as he met her bare skin. He could feel the warmth radiating from her excitement and continued moving his hand higher.
