“ The hotness moving ridge shimmered in the distance, inexorably rising off the sand in an unmerciful presentation of female parent Nature's authorisation. My Indian Princess Jasmine was nowhere to be found. Off to the left, the saddle horn could be heard, the horns signaling the start of another battle."

It was the summertime of 1869. It was the summer of my life story ending in India…

Oh how I shall overleap my dear Princess Jasmine, the silky smooth texture of her fairish tegument, and the lips that pulsate with fervid blissfulness whenever they so, so gently pressure against my brass. Oh how I can still finger the heat of her breathing place upon my skin, the gentle pushover coming from the smiling lips and her nose…

Then in an twinkling to the here and now I suddenly returned, calling out lodge to the handful of my men who stood at the set behind the wall battlements ; each one held the look of a man who knows that before the day is done, they will suffer in perspicacity before He who watches over all of us on earth.

As the enemy scout group closed, a sea of humanity, shouting and crying for our destruction, many bearing besieging ravel to scale the walls, others carrying muskets or repeating rifles, even a few mien swords or longsighted tongue. In an instant I shouted for my men to get prepare and to go off at will after the call is given…

Then we waited until the tide swept into range…

"fervency, fire, fire, for your very lives and for God and Riley B King fervour FOR outcome this day,"I shouted to them.

One, two, ten and then a din of racket and smoke as steel shot flowed out tearing asunder our enemy, with each one who fell replaced by ten more ever closing the length. Soon the dunes of moxie, shimmering in the sun, sparkled with deep rich red from the tattered human race before us ; and soon our own would be mixed in as well.

"fighting well my boys,"the old Colonel, Handel, stubborn, dower, gruff and as sociable as a old rhinoceros, shouted to us over the roar of dead reckoning and shell of shank and howitzer coming into the city."combat well my male child, and sell yourselves as dearly as you can…"

Those were the last words he ever uttered as he stood there, before the huge, wooden, city Gates as an explosive laden shank Lucille Ball slammed into them ; torn asunder from their respective walls, they hung in the air for what seemed a infinity of time, before somberness sent them crashing down upon the dear old Colonel.

"Somehow,"I gulped,"I think this is going to be a very bad day for us…goodbye my dear Princess Jasmine."

"Oh brother,"I just declared with an exasperated sigh, my middle rolling to the Heaven at the sheer bit of errors in the"actual bases romance"I was reading. Supposedly the generator wrote of a romance between a British skipper of the twenty-fifth Regiment of Foot, the esteemed"tycoon's Own Borderers,"and his dame love, a admittedly princess from India, simply known as Jasmine.

I closed the al-Qur'an with a tacky snap of my hand, debating for a short circuit time of consigning it to either the rubbish can or saving it for kindling at the adjacent cookout I have…which is about the only thing it's fit for.

There is one thing I have to say about owning and running your own shop, in this case I rent clothing, tuxedos, gowns and all the stuff that goes along with them. This is in addition to being a small consignment computer memory with a grasp of clause from the even, mundane and everyday ; to the downright exotic…I still agitate my oral sex each time I gaze upon the cause of Roman armor on the mannequin, wondering if it ever will sell.

My very own piddling constituent of the earthly concern, the antic, and hopefully, to be famous one of these daylight,"Phillip's Fabulous Fashions,"run by, of course, Phillip ( me ). It's a nice, short, summation and outfox up structure, with a neon mark outside that works most of the clock time ; though I have to take, that picayune cubicle tug on the roof is a bit of an annoyance, as every week or two, when a storm comes in, it gets hit by a thunderbolt or ten of lightning, and it causes me no end of problems with the electric wiring and the lights.

I can all too easily tell the aspect you are envisioning, a lone man, drilling and average in his own right, dealing with a drilling store, and boring customers, whose bit is the same day in and day out. A very simple-minded, steady, and routine job and lifespan, in which there is only one commons denominator the proprietor has to get by with :

nous CRUSHING BOREDOM ! ! !

All too admittedly for the most part, yet once in a heavy while, as with last night, something comes along and sour my niggling boring world on its head, and life story is then never the same…as hold up night I met my own"Princess Jasmine"from far off India…

Tell you what, let me just begin from the showtime, and save oil production you to death…


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I was reading my in vogue voice communication book to trying to find out Hindi ; both feet propped up on the desk, leaning too far back in the death chair and completely oblivious to what was going on in the store. It took some metre for my brain to cross-file the fact that, after several hours of inactivity, a customer has come into the shop ; clearly indicated by the soft, distinct ding-ding-ding of the alarm on the door.

The make, distinct and ordered clip-clip-clip-clip from a set of high heels, did not fully register as they closed on my location. The flabby, curved and quite attentive phantasma of my customer, blocking component of the command processing overhead time kindling, still had not penetrated the depths of my stone slow cerebral matter.

"Excuse me sir, but I wish to try this one on,"a indulgent, cultured, and musical comedy voice stated.

Looking over the border of my Scripture I was greeted by a sight that took my breath away !

She could have been a animation goddess who deigned to deign unto the earth and walk among someone. Oh for some grounds the heavens have become most king to me this eventide ; or the doors to the deepness of underworld have opened, and my eternal doomsday and damnation is fully at hired man. Only a being from another macrocosm or realism could compare to this construction of living beauty, a true avatar on earthly concern, which deems me worthy for a bare second of her attention…

Just about five and a half feet in height, lithe and curved in all the right place, she stood with one hand on her hip, the other holding a hanger on which hung one of the robe for renting. The sheer beauty of her blue eyes, coppery skin and pearly teeth was accentuated by the exquisitely, soft, silken Black person whisker that seemed to dance with life of its own.

She was clad in a simpleton, emollient colored, spaghetti strap dress, the gentle trimness of floral patterns in deep blue sky and vibrant reds ; the hem coming down halfway between her hips and knees. It clung to her body like a second layer of skin, showing off each sensuous shape of her flowing feminine form, the tit of her tit were visible through the material, which caused me to fixate upon them a bit too long…

"alibi me sir, but, may I try this gown on…"she bent down a bit as the surgical gown shifted on the hanger, allowing me to get a descent view of her partially revealed breasts…my eyes, then head, and the balance of my body moved to keep that perspective in sight, following along like one hooked upon a lineage by the bait of choice, knowing your own doomsday is at hand…

It was a bit in eternity, leaning slowly across place and time…

…until I finally tipped too far in the president, crashing to the floor when my engagement with gravitation committed me to a meeting with the severely concrete trading floor ; so swiftly did this happen that the lady before me only had a moment to register the fact, a easy, melodious gasp passing her brim as her unblock hand shot up to cover it, heart spacious in shock absorber and surprise.

"Sorry about that,"I said from the floor, reaching my mitt up to get the picture the desk's edge. So far I am not making practically of a first impression with the Lester Willis Young peeress ; and now I need to get back to a right state of mind and business…unfortunately, instead of pulling myself up, my travelling bag on the desk only brought a pile of stacked books by the edge crashing down with full, brief, and brutal sounding impact upon my concrete dense head.

"Ow !"my objection of pain sensation merged with the clattering of the crashing books.

Finally standing up, I gazed upon that brilliant grin, now grinning wide and partially concealed behind her one hand, and felt my nitty-gritty charging into overdrive and my pedigree building up in temperature while my throat went drier than the Sahara Desert Desert.

"Ah yes…the dress…let me see the scrubs for a moment…"

She handed it to me so I could check the tag number on it ; mind you, I never check the numbers racket on the scrubs, as each one is unique ; it's just that, with her, I wanted to have any apology to be just a bit closer to her presence.

As for the gown she has selected ?

It is a wondrous, strapless and shoulderless nightie of shimmering emerald park mixed with sapphire blues, with thread of favourable flowers, white hoot and silver gray cloud woven into the fabric. I could just imagine what it would attend like on her, and wound up gulping for a second so I could breathe once again.

Right now, I imagine the world record for ‘ clueless idiot'has just been broken.

"Let me get the key for the changing room…"I said, my voice cracked like a Rana catesbeiana singing.

All I could think of at this moment is how very much of an embarrassment I must be to the world ; here she is, a rarefied gem of the world in my shop, and I keep acting like a disgrace who should be dragged off to a corner of a yard by her bodyguards, then tied to a tree or post as one stands off to the side declaring for his comrade to get their triggerman ready…

Then with a savage gleam in his expression, eyes glowing from behind darkened shades, he declares to them in go,"Aim low gentlemen, his humanity first and work your way up…Ready, aim….FIRE !"

I shuddered at that thought as I reached the stand of Francis Scott Key, searching for the one to the changing room. My pinna kept caterpillar tread of all strait, while my mind generated all manner of ghostly ranger entrance, hopping like silent last around the racks and stands of garments toward me with swift destruction in their hand, their mission to rescue the dame from the ‘ dangerous shop proprietor who dared to look on her eternal beauty…"

Key in paw, I stepped forward and slammed hard into the desk with such irreverent force that I went head over heals, rolling across its control surface, and landing on the former face upon my ft. Her gentle gasp and laughter dance in those eyes continued when I gave a slight, clumsy and completely inapt bow with a facial expression of"I meant to do just that"on my face.

One matter I can say about myself is that when I make a complete sucker of self in any situation, I do it in dramatic way and jiffy. As they say, if you're going to botch up something, do it completely and wee it worth the coming embarrassment.

"Here is your key Miss…ah, oh honey ; my brain seems to be malfunctioning…it seems I have forgotten your name…"I said.

"Jasmine,"she said.

"If I may prove you where the changing rooms are located ?"

Trying to exert a professional and dignify composure I set out for the corner of the store, a sheer long walkway of about 40 or so pes. After unlocking the room access and opening it for her, I told her that if she needed anything to just call as I will be working nearby.

Jasmine kept smiling as she passed me, her arm and hip brushing against my side, close enough to let me smack the angelical perfume she wears ; something kindred to cinnamon and honey mixed with rose petals. I followed her bm into the changing way, especially noticing the patrician swaying of her pelvic arch and the bounce of her bottom…until she turned to close the door and gave me a coy smile with a wink.

Reaching out to steady myself on a textile rack, stunned by this bit of flirt on her part, I missed and once again got introduced to the hunky-dory conception of gravity and the encroachment upon the floor. Amazingly I was unhurt by this particular fall ; however, the impact did bounce the cloths rack just enough to cause it to come down over upon me, and the one just across the aisle from it, and the quite a little of books upon each one as well…

It's turning out to be one of those meter for me. How much more will go improper in the day ? Or I should say how many more times will my amentia be proven around her ?

Thankfully being of distinctly manly heritage, I have inherited the traditional, severe boned, concrete dense head virtually of my ancestors possessed. So it comes in quite handy, such as the crashing of material racks and books onto said oral sex, in preventing my premature extinction from this lifetime.

As I pulled myself out from the massacre of clothing and books I heard the soft chortle of Miss Jasmine, who looked out from the changing way ; a smile of amusement and mischief on her face, optic dancing with loving and tender laugh - not of despite but genuine amusement - one arm crossed over her breast, the gown she has on holding to her waist by the barest of static.

Just looking upon those hidden rich beneath her arm, the motility of each breath she took causing them to slowly, effortlessly climb and capitulation like a refined dancer practicing a well known procedure for warmly up, made my brain photoflash into instant steam and mush.

I shifted back to picking up the habiliment and al-Qur'an. Right now, this was the only way I could stay fresh my judgement off of her ; and the bulging answer my amatory desires have caused, threatening to tear my britches asunder in the front…

One by one I straightened the shelves of shoes, vesture on the wrack and totally ignored the movement of Jasmine in the changing room…

rightfulness, who in the populace am I fooling ? I wanted to get a crown of her, and if at all possible her bared dead body. I mean, what do you gestate, I'm a guy, and a nerdish eccentric as well…

As I passed the changing room, the doorway was partially opened, and revealed a sight that would have turned any man into instant ash as the flame of lecherousness consumed him utterly in a heartbeat…

She had one foot raised onto the sitting president each changing room has, pulling up a stocking that is made of a sheer white lacing ; decorated in the formula of flowers, ivy vines and singing birds in flight. It accentuated the coppery tone of her skin, hugging the bender of her honed brawn, sloping like a glove over her foot and toes.
Inch by inch she moved it steadily up her golden legs, causing me to declare in position from the wonderment of her every question, beauty and perfection combining feminine grace and hidden military posture deep underneath if one bothered to search past the surface.

Oh how fortunate I have been this day to see such a curiosity ; a nerds ambition come reliable is here before me and I just stand there like a finish idiot. I never got around to installing those television security tv camera in the changing rooms as I had planned for many a moon…

Oh well.

I'll just take in to do that for next time.

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Her apparent movement with the stocking continued upward, as she seems totally incognizant of my observing her. I tried to save moving, but my brain refused to let my substructure go forward, backward, or any which way ; same for my head and center, the gray fabric between my ear kept screaming"MOVEMENT ALERT ! parking brake OVERRIDE ORDERED ! sustenance female IN SIGHT ! AT ALL COSTS livelihood FEMALE IN pot"

Now while this was going on, the more socially oriented, etiquette redress portion of my mind kept up a retentive, whining, whimpering and pleading tirade ; over and over again, it kept emphasizing the wrongness of what the rest of my brain was driving me to do.

As it turned out, young lady Jasmine was fully aware of my presence ; a lot to a greater extent than I had assumed just a moment before. Sometimes a man can have his world turned on its head and not impart a care at all ; and for me, this was one of those moments.

The stocking had just passed the bend of her articulatio genus, and she turned towards me, showing off the illuminating grinning of her enlightening smile. She gave her head a little milk shake, one admixture mirth and hide signification as her hair danced around her cheeks and chin, then flowed like very well silk that caressed the golden grain of her skin as I suddenly longed to do.

She moved slightly to one side, stretching upward as the stocking continued on its glamorously graceful guided journey up the respite of her leg. young woman Jasmine stopped her guiding hands a few times, playfully smiling and using her fingertips to twirl sensual patterns upon the stockings fabric, images of hearts and entwine beings, the symbols of old for smut and do it expressed in the silent language of ribbing and seduction.

But those eyes, when they swept up to satisfy mine, the profoundness of them glimmered as twin universes unfolding to limitless depth ; dimensions of sensuality, sexuality, and the rawest of key fiery feminine military unit on display to anyone wishing to dare and tread over the edge.

Then she shifted just a bit more, movement drawing my attention downward, to where the glittering pile of her breasts hung full and free for me to stare upon. I gave up a monolithic gulp, its echo carrying across the store and drawing a soft, scrumptious giggle from her that sent the two wondrous cumulus of undefined pleasance to bouncing around. The pap were fully put up, demanding that I close my lip, unlock my brain and get in there to commence giving the absolute bound of supportable passion to girl Jasmine ; and to continue until she is screaming from the muckle acme, or I die from sheer elbow grease during the effort.

My blood was boiling with smitten desire, my manhood at the infrangible point of accumulation of its reach crusade ; the roar that filled my brain demanded that I hurry on in an effort to seduce her and consummate a relationship right then and there.

I could think that at any moment the firing warning signal and skunk detectors would go off ; as I was consumed on the smear in body, judgment and soul from the tsunamis of central lust and passion crashing and surging over my body and into the primordial soup that is now my brain.

I momentarily pictured the scene of the fire department captain explaining to his chief :"He just erupted into flames and took out fifteen city blocks in the process ; though fille Jasmine is unharmed in the least…"

young lady Jasmine turned her heading in my counsel yet again, and she winked.

She turned slightly one more time and then bent-grass over, adjusting her underpants ; touching the silken black laced framework here, there, and then THERE, snaking her fingers just above the one position I know that drives fair sex into the heights of rapt walking on air and the depths of enlightenment when pleasured just right by someone…and then the material shifted just enough, deliberately done on her character, to allow me to lay eyes on the occult depth of her womanhood.

She stood up to the demarcation line of her wonderful form ; stretching her custody gamey into the air, pulling the muscles of her stomach taunt to show the flawless perfection of each one in go. Then with one arm behind her back, the other behind her cervix, she altered her pose many times over, shifting foot to foot, side to side, all with the gracility of a professional dancer in double-dyed control of her full being.

My gaze kept shifting between her and the reflectivity in the mirror ; my head in desperate overload as it kept demanding More and more input from all of my senses ; with each affectedness, every subtle and absolute change in posture and display of swan like grace of God in motion, the double infused into my computer storage, branded there for all of time to come.

putting both of her hands behind her neck, turning her chest slightly to one position, she looked upon me and gave off a gilded smiling that would send out a million millions of men racing to carry forth her every deed, and die glad to induce made such an effort.

She said something to me, and apparently repeated it many times over until it finally sunk through the roaring waves of my brain that she was asking me a question…

"Uh, sorry Miss Jasmine, I did not take heed you the first time…"I belatedly said with uttermost cluelessness.

"Mr. Phillip's, I asked of you, how do I look ?"she asked twice more before it sunk into my head.

"Oh…wonderful…good enough to snack on…nuts…."I palm slapped my face in complete humiliation for saying that to her, convinced the rental of the gown was now fully ended.

Can a man possibly lay down more of a fool of himself than doing that ?

"Mr. Phillip's, that is very form of you to say so ; not very many would return such an fair, from the heart type of compliment. Most of the men and women I deal with in the business world are as ruthless and relentless as a swarm of vipers in the midst of a killing fury,"she said.

"Vipers in a killing craze ?"I softly inquired of from miss Jasmine.

She just nodded, not the nod of one trying to intimidate another ; nor that of dissuading a man from paying any attention to her in turn. Just the nod of one hanker acquainted with danger on a with child and much more than lethal exfoliation than I could even imagine…

Unless…

My gulp probably sent shockwaves across the total city ; causing psyche to change state in wonderment, keep for a handful who would deliver knowing feel on their faces, approaching the threshold of my shop at any minute, hands hidden in their trench coats…

So who would it be concerning girl Jasmine and their response in finding me staring at her feminine shape of sheer wonderment…

Would it be a last, not so favorable,"even Comrade"from the ‘ men in opprobrious'of the KGB just before they use the silenced pistols to fulfil me full of holes and sack my store ? Or the ever efficient, ruthless and merciless men of the mob ; having been sent by Miss Jasmine's Godfather guardian, to"open Mr. Phillips his final farewell…"as my car, on the side by side turn of the lighting substitution, erupts into a egg of ardor and million fragment of metal tearing my carcass into smoldering shreds…

Or would it be one of Her Majesties Secret Service, the ill-famed, double-oh's, who would do me in via a poison hotdog, cyanide in the sodium carbonate, exploding spring pen. Oh I could see the terminal one all too well in my worst aspiration of terror…

…I am at my desk, answering the telephone set, and need to contain a message down, I tell the person on the early end,"just a moment and I will compose this down,"I click the pen, and the detonation takes out the entire workshop and all for ten blocks around while the operator calmly tells the other party on the earphone"I am sorry, it appears your call has been interrupted due to technicalities…"

I looked at her from between break fingers, seeing the diffuse little pout on her grimace while she spoke of these other dishonest the great unwashed. It gave me the extra impression that they saw her as one of three things : true rival due to her knockout, a one time conquering in bed or a potential playmate and girl-toy.

"I'm sorry to hear they treat you that way ; hopefully this gown will change their intellect, not to mention grow a few fountainhead on someone as wonderful as you Miss Jasmine,"I declared unto her.

Of track, I suddenly thought, she could be an international bravo and agent…

She smiled a smiling like the richest of bee's dear, teasingly running her spit along her lips as she looked down at my humanness. The maiden glimmer trails of sweat were commencing their journey down my os frontale, my cheeks flushing from holy terror filled estrus, though she probably assumed it was generated for a different reason.

"Thank you Mr. Phillip's, I will be up to the front end shortly,"she said as the door closed in its entirety.

"Your welcome Miss Jasmine, Sir Thomas More than welcome,"I headed back to my desk, wondering just how much trouble I have stumbled into tonight ; and listened to her singing a soft, haunting melody in the speech communication of Republic of India, beautiful as a dream and as longing as a tarradiddle told…

The very book I had been reading and so casually discarded earlier ; the chronicle of the British people Captain of the twenty-fifth Regiment of ft, the esteemed"King's Own Borderers,"who in the year 1869, made his lowest stand in the deserts and mourned for his Princess Jasmine, who he would never see again…

I had to wonder, did she read the book, learn a admittedly story the book is based upon…or is she a shade of some form maybe that of the prospicient lost Princess Jasmine herself ?

Any more speculation had to wait as I walked into the corner of my desk, the point jutting out in the shape of a griffon delivering the full, dogged personnel of woodwind directly upon my manhood, causing me to go crashing once again unto the ground, mewling like a kitten as my eyes crossed over.

"notation to self,"I pitifully cried out,"never do that again."



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Back at my desk I just fidgeted with the paperwork, all of it done long ago as I waited for Jasmine to issue forth into persuasion. I hoped that she would want to rent the gown and several others, maybe even to become a steady guest for the shop.

Although that gown she has selected would hug her bod so tightly that one haywire motion would sunder it to the hunky-dory stage ; a sight any man and many women would enjoy to the wide !

Oh how I could see it happening…

She starts walking up the aisle, her high heels doing their steady clip-clip-clip-clip with each footstep she takes.

Her body would set the gown to gleaming in the light, swirling with the sky-blue blues and emerald greens as a sea of iridescent sweetheart ebbing and flowing ; her hips swaying ever so gently from side to side, causing her tomentum to bounce playfully where it sweeps down over her shoulders, ending just above those wonderful breasts that strain for exemption underneath the fabric.

Those blue eyes dance with humor and deviltry, showing she wants the gown for the night, and maybe for her own later on as a purchase.

Then one step final result in the sudden tearing speech sound of cloth strained too far and too fast.

She holds still as the material tears away from her body, from one side of meat to the other, leaving her momentarily in stupor and incredulity at the treachery it displayed ; leaving her knocker fully exposed, her fine hourglass figure shown to the globe, and those stockings and undergarments the entirely covering she has.

And then her grinning widens as she stands there with one hired hand on her hip, arm bent at the elbow, the early one playing in her pilus as she asks of me…

"exculpation me Mr. Phillips, how do you think it looks on me ?"

I snapped out of my daydream to see Jasmine standing in presence of the desk ; bent grass forward to enable a M old survey of her partially covered bosom.

"Uh…uh, you look…oh man…I mean value you…"I just stammered.

Her eyes showed a coy expression and she blew me a kiss.

My tenderness felt like it would instantly explode as my eubstance becomes a pile of smoldering ashes as a flash fire sweeps me away into the afterlife.

Heavens above that gown matched her in every way possible ; hugging her like a secondment skin from her heart to the middle of her second joint. How it kept from going into instant nonstarter of the material I could not read, as there should be no way for any movement at all, let alone the soft and steady breathing she does, letting her knocker rise and fall in such a way as to involve all men's attention instantly.

Putting her hands on hips, blazonry bent at the cubital joint, she did a series of stern and half bend for me to see the integral outfit. Then she stepped forward and placed one leg, bent grass at the knee, upon its airfoil, allowing me to see the hem of the nightdress give way to the copper tan of her skin until it flows under the sheer lace stocking.

Supporting herself on one arm, she leaned forward and touched my cheek with her free hand, swirling the finger tips in boring circuit and teasing spirals.

I could smell out her perfume, the heady motley of body lotion and shampoo for her hair swirling into the scents of the store and the other article of clothing ; along with the leather financial backing of my old function chair.

"Mr. Phillip's how does the surgical gown look on me ?"she asked one more time.

I finally managed to get my sassing to associate with my brain and speak :

"missy Jasmine if there was a summit placed upon your head with one hundred finely cut, unflawed diamonds they would still pale when compared to the wonder you present to my old, wear upon eyes."

She giggled in delectation, bringing a flush of extreme embarrassment to my face.

The gown was as proficient as rented for the night…

Excellent !

I am really beaming my bloomers were still hidden by the desk, as the wink she began caressing my cheek, my very manhood rose swiftly to the here and now and hit its culmination almost instantly. It would have been tote up sphacelus for her to see my own cum staining part of my britches.

It's a skilful thing I do keep a few hardening of supernumerary clothing of my own here at the workshop, including new underwear.


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As it turned out, not as excellent as I had hoped ; for as it has become usual for me, old white potato and his most ill-famed of laws came home to roost.

Jasmine stood there, a pout of disappointment on her human face, eyes downcast as she understood her available finances were just shy of the deposit and rental fees for the gown.

The difference was very belittled, only a few dollar mark, and I did not want to miss a rental or disappoint Jasmine ; she has her middle on that one gown, and I figured if I cut some slack water, it would improve the odds of her becoming a repeat customer.

"young lady Jasmine I'll cut you a deal this time ; I will roll the deposition for this one time only,"she looked at me with a expression of pleasure and surprisal, all but dancing around while clapping her hand in excitement.

"Just remember, that the gown has to be back tonight ; by closure fourth dimension ; and maybe we could…"I just stopped, amazed that I nearly asked her out on a date !

"And we could what Mr. Phillips ?"she asked, giddy with excitement.

"Maybe we could sustain some fun here at the store ?"I asked and then grimaced as my foot once again meander up in my mouth. I fully expected to get slapped or kicked in a rage of feminine angriness, one I so rightfully deserve for such a statement.

Her hired man flew up to cover her sass, which just hung give in a silent, shocked pant of amazement from my dead boldface and stupid query. Any moment now she will either storm out of the shop or slap me so hard I will be able to see over my spinal column for the rest of my life…which could stimulate a few trouble with walking forward…

Her lips changed into an impish smile as she asked"Mr. Phillip's, May I wear the nightgown to the political party ? There is not much time for me to get there and they can be so, so delicate about punctuality…"

"Of track you can,"I said.

She pulled the cash for the gown's rental out of her purse and bent-grass over the desk to hand it to me, leaning in so ending that she suddenly gave me a peck on the cheek followed by a smile.

"Thank you Mr. Phillip's, when I get back tonight we shall see how lots fun we can half,"she said to me.

She smiled, turned in a treat half circle on one toe, and strolled out of the shop class ; I watched her every step and menstruum of her dead body until I crashed over the desk for the second clip this day…not landing on my base, but into a gun barrel roll that ended in a wheel of cloths.

Thankfully the falling metal crossbar that made up the length of the wheel missed my head teacher and abdomen ; though as it crashed down upon my chestnuts, I understood once again the classic apprehension of all men : The Nutcracker maneuver.

phonograph needle to say, near of the few early customers I had that evening wondered why my voice was so squeaky.


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The residuum of the day was as normal as any before, i.e. BORING. Not that I should complain, the intelligence over the radio set has been proclaiming over and over of a ‘ wonderfully strong storm."

The weatherman kept describing it with bask :"This storm is to be one so sinewy that it will rival that of the cataclysm of 1769, 1869, and 1969 ; the entire city will be destroyed. Flooding tens of feet deep will pass off in the first few minutes ; while buildings will be burned by searing bow of destructive lightning ; howling winds that will fill up you with the dread cry of a banshee on the moor before they pick you up and fling you statute mile into the air for a bone smashing landing somewhere else…"

I listen to this for the fourth time tonight as I turned the brightness off, exit the shop and turn around to lock the door, the storm brews highschool disk overhead with the rumbling comeback of thunder echoing across the cities man made canon of brand and concrete. blink of an eye of light come from the lamp Wiley Post as the barest of illumination they provide flicker on and off, the brighter flashgun of lightning mixing with the beginning falling of rainfall from the heavens to tramp an eerie glow across the estate between times of darkness.

For some reason I held my hand from turning the key and looked over at the sidewalk near my car, I mean my car is not much to depend at, just an old, very mystify up VW Bug, but its mine…and right next to it is that dingbat weather forecaster broadcasting live outside the radio place ( also across the street where my car is ).

He goes on and on and on about"…being resilient in the heart of the cataclysm of the century ; the malarkey are so fierce that I can barely discover myself think…'

Of form he is calmly sipping away on a cup of coffee between his ‘ desperate, danger filled broadcast in the center of the storm.'I just shake my drumhead at the sheer hypocrisy and arrogance of such a man ; not to mention the fact he has most of the broadcast equipment upon the top and goon of MY BUG !

"clap it ! May you get your just reinforcement for your act, this is unforgiveable !"I saw the look of sodding condescension and disgust he gave me, especially as I pointed my remote control starter and car alarm activating doohickey ( sounds a lot better saying that than"outback car key") and pushed the button.

My car alarm goes"beep-beep-beep"just as a thundering newsflash of Inner Light filled the area, the retort shattering many a windowpane up and down the block as I stand there taking in the sight before me…

The weatherman standing, smoldering mike in his hand, charred clothing hanging from his frame, while his eyes are alight in everlasting terror as they gaze upon me. My VW Bug is now a smoldering mass of twisted metal and spare part parts, victim of the intense series of lightning bolts that happen to hit at that minute.

"Blast, I guess I forgot to change state off the auto destruct switch for my…"I had to smile as the weatherman howled in pure terror and ran off down the street. Of grade for me, now I face a long base on balls home in the rain, which is growing in intensity level and hope I can explain to the policy company of how another car went up in smoke due to a lightning strike…six in one month now.

Turning back to the door, I reached for the key again, and wonder again about Miss Jasmine and the grand old fool I have been played for…

Key in the door ringlet, I prepared to twist it when I heard a feminine interpreter shouting out for me to maintain on and the click-click-click-click of high heel closing as rapidly as their wearer could.

She just stood in front of me trying to apologize for being lately while gasping for breathing space, the gown strain to maintain inviolate as her tit heaved in and out at an alarming rate. It seems the car bringing her back to the workshop had broken down and she literally ran to the store, trying to get back here in clock time. head you, the nightie cling to her soundbox like a second hide, soaked through and through by the pelting, allowing her heaving tit to be seen in wax contingent, including those nipples at stark tending, keeping my center locked on them for some time.

Holding the door open for her and flicking on the lights I told her I would be interior shortly.

Jasmine smiled at me, a coy look on her middle, sassing spread in a grinning as her tongue playfully licked and swirled over one of her fingers held oh-so-innocently. She swayed her hips especially ok, keeping my care fixed on her posterior as she headed for the changing room.

A band of Marines and their serjeant, out jogging in the rain, completely uncaring for this ferocious storm passed by and looked briefly at Miss Jasmine with smiling and a promptly succession of nods ; their Sergeant declaring to the human race"Men, now you know one reason we serve on the edge of freedom ; to allow such a golden couple to give birth fun creating the side by side generation of Marines…'

I shook my head teacher in unbelief and started to ill-use forward, amused by their video display of bodily fluid ; only to have the canopy over the doorway split open and ditch Imperial gallon of utterly ice cold rain water down upon me.

How much more indulgence is going to occur tonight ?

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Once inside I found her by my desk, standing ever so patiently, as I had forgotten to give her the key to the changing room. I did pull off to find a body towel for her to dry off with as well ; explaining it's a gift for her due to the weather.

I just sat at my desk, listening to her mild, musical singing as she changed and dried off, sorting out all the food waste I need to divvy up with tomorrow morning. I put it in the usual class of"pain-in-the-tush junk"to the ‘ I-really-don't-need-this-stress-in-my-life-junk"and the ever acquaint"OH-NO-IT'S-THE-IRS junk."I even took the meter to retard my email and saw nothing of grandness among them : just the usual charge about my VW bugs constantly drawing lightning down into the country and an question from the radiocommunication station of the placement of their weatherman.

"Mr. Phillips…"called out that melodious voice. I have no idea how long Miss Jasmine has been standing there while I went about my business. But when I looked up, I almost had a heart onrush on the spot. My Einstein melted away, pearl became glop and muscleman just sagged in the revelation before me.

She had placed the soaked gown off to one side of my desk, and next to that is her own plain gown she had on earlier this day. Her purse was on that gown, and atop it laid her high dog and undergarments. Those sheer flannel stockings were the only thing else on as she stood there, smiling, hands on her hips and one leg slightly crossed in front of the other.

Oh my champion !

All I could do was stare upon her with admiration as I fought to realise command over my body.

Her coppery cheeks shined in the light, enhanced by the grin of her sassing, those blue eyes dancing with a raw mixture of humor and awakened desire. Her raven fuzz hung across those exquisitely shoulder, ending just above the yoke of titty so large and fine that any man would be lofty to suffocate between them with a grand old grin of joy on his face.

Her former hand lay on her hip, legs set to support her pose as a model for a photo shoot would assume ; the like pose that allowed me a full frontal view of her bared womanhood !

My heart went to pounding so debauched I had to marvel if those seism measuring motorcar were registering the event. I imagined the entire block must be slowly shaking to bit, so hard and fast was it pounding away.

"Do you like Mr. Phillip's ?"she teasingly asked, licking her sassing in a swirling motion.

I started croaking like a bullfrog, still ineffective to believe this was going on right field here and now.

Mind you, it's not like I have never been with a woman, it's just the sheer…HER here and now that is making me into a cretin extraordinaire.

"Mr. Phillips, do you like what you see ?"she asked with a bit of worry in her voice.

I just nodded my head yes, and she breathed a suspiration of relief ; probably figured I was going to die right on the topographic point or something similar.

"You said you wanted to make some fun, so that is what I am going to do ; a sight is a deal after all,"she said to me. I just could not believe this is happening. Here it is, late in the evening, a ferocious storm raging outside and I am here with a lady that most men could only woolgather of having nearby, let alone having anything occurring between them !

My brain raced at the mystery of how much she has planned for the two of us tonight…

I can hardly wait to find out…

She came over to the spine of my desk, eased down across it on her stomach and looked back over her articulatio humeri at me with the biggest grin I have ever seen on a lady. Her legs shifted slightly, bending into the air at the knee joint as I got a authorize purview of her naked womanhood. She scissored her ramification once, twice, and then a third metre before rolling over onto her rear, grasping her articulatio genus to bosom with her hands.

Her giggle drew my gaze up to her face, to see her glimmering smile, and a two-baser wink to me.

She swung up and around to interchange to being on her hands and stifle while facing me.

With one finger she motioned for me to come closer.

I could see her white meat hanging down, moving ever so slightly with each action she undertook ; even swirling her fountainhead around to send hair back over her shoulder made them bounce and joggle, holding my stake like a vice around a pipe.

I gave out a little squeaking sound and scooted my chair closer to her.

Jasmine moved one manus upward, her fingers gently touching my cheek, moving in a inward volute only to reverse focussing and repeat the formula twice more, drawing a het flush to my face ; my breathing time was beginning to sound like a broken bellows, raspy and heated, as the flak of desire stoked gamy and higher in my body.

One percentage of my Einstein was screaming for me to flee, howling in terror, into the storm outside.

The early, the destiny gradually gaining ground ; said to let it find and enjoy the ride !

Ever so slowly she moved her fingertips over my Kuki-Chin and jaw, then my lips in repeated lap with a teasing investigation of my tongue. When that happened I flicked it across the probing fingertip rapidly while giving off my own grin.

She giggled as their journey continued along my nose and across my forehead, then covering my ear.

Each moment of motion set my torso temperature high and gamey ; feeling like my eubstance should disappear in a flak of steam that would consume me utterly.


She put her hand firmly behind my neck, drawing me tight as she slowly moved forward.

Her kiss was one of pure fire and lightning ; surging across each and every vulcanized fiber of my body. I could feel the sweat beginning to appear on my skin, my humanity rising in wax to the import, as on my lips the salty taste of her own flowed and measured, bringing a polished taste that ruffle with the strawberry flavored lipstick she has put on sometime tonight.

I felt my populace collapse in on it, nirvana has been achieved ! ! !

Then she planted that fiery, passion filled, electrifying second buss, followed by a third gear, and even a fourth ; each one redoubling the strength of the preceding kiss.

She just softly giggled at my dismay.

Her giggling intensified when my hands reached up and encompassed those wonderful breasts, shortly to stroke and knead so gently the nipples and human body wherever I could make. They felt so soft, warm and wondrous to my touch ; her middle closed, neck arching slightly as she braced her hands - one on the desk, the other moving from my neck opening to my shoulder.

I heard a small, contented suspiration passing play her lips.

I started to osculate her neck, taking groovy delight in the tasting of her skin ; a mixture of scent arising of her perfume and personal smells ; along with that from her to begin with dinner - alright steak with sauce, grill veggie, and the right odor of clover and vinegar from a slope dish of salad.

Soon enough she leaned in to commence kissing my neck with such force I imagined there would be lip marks well into the next month. I could feel the warmth of her quickening breathing place, the fires edifice in her physical structure from the attention given to her trunk and titty.

Once again she turned back to my desk, leaning back until one leg was moving along the leg of my trouser ; up and down, circling and teasing, touching and stroking. She kept licking her lips as this happened, puckering and nibbling on them ; as she gave that oh-so-innocent spirit on her aspect, while her eyes danced with desertion of all controller over her combustion passion.

When her fundament wound up stroking my manhood I thought I would ignite into flame. It was all that I could do to go along my manhood from pushing over the boundary and hitting my spill ; I did not need this fun to end any sentence soon.

That wild fire of her eyes redoubled, and redoubled again ; I knew then and there I was doomed, and to be honorable, I did not care.

brace on one arm, she brought her other hand to her lips, playfully nibbling and licking the crown of the digit ; and then playfully sucking away as her eyes and smile enticed me into their depths. Then her deal commenced to prompt down her organic structure, teasing circles on her dresser ; across each knocker, slowly caressing and teasing me in the small-scale circles and whorl she executes, the mammilla firmly at aid and then some. She brings each one up to her lips, sucking and licking them gently, eyes locked upon me with a message that the fun was about to reach a new story of strength.

I put my workforce on her one leg, gently running them over the firm muscles, caressing and softly massaging each in turn, working my way up to her inner thigh. Where the stuff of her stocking gave way to flesh, I made sure to redouble my drive, seeking each spot that would do a shivering, quivering or titter deriving bit of sensation.

I moved my chair in as close as I could to her, lifting both of her ramification up upon my shoulders ; then commenced to kiss her further and further upwards toward her pelvis. She lay back, optic closing once again as I drew closer to her womanhood ; breath becoming mixed with soft cooing and shiner like close call, lips being gnawed on as desires fuse and flowed, hands covering her mouth as the fingerbreadth made soft balls, only to relinquish and fasten again moments later.

I commenced to gently muck up soft hassock of air onto her second joint, alternating side to side, generating pocket-size riffle of delight from her with each one. Finally as I closed within reach of her most secret of area, one puff followed another, causing her to squirm and dance about while a spring of titter and squeals erupted past her lip ; deal covering up the growing blush on her glistening skin.

When my tongue slid within those magical profoundness, savoring the taste of frame and mix of grain, the passion of her body and smell mixing one into another with the pace of a coursing river, her hips swayed about, back arching to the Heaven and her hands flying down to seize my head, firmly holding me in place.

I had to force my way up enough to take a hint before she shoved me back down yet again.

For a moment I could see my headstone, engraved upon its marble surface the Word :

"He died pleasing a goddess made physique ; at least there was a smile on his face."

As my ministrations reached the hidden area deep within, that one location bringing maximum delight to all women, she thrust one leg straight out against the unit of ledge I use for disc storage ; it promptly collapsed into a bus of wreckage with a crash both of us ignored.

More and more than my exploration and relief flowed into a series of letter styles across the alphabet and varying in hurrying and force ; I just wanted now and always to pass every snow leopard of wonder and passion I could of Jasmine before anything else happened…

Such as the hot seat sliding out from under me, leaving soberness briefly in command of my destiny until the floor rushed up to smack solidly into my body ; the chair rolled with some force backwards, bouncing off the rampart and into a nearby cloths rack, which promptly toppled over into another, and a string reaction commenced across the store…half the racks collapsing or toppling over by the prison term it ended.

As I climbed back up to my knees, looking at the pure destruction, then back to her, she giggled and covered her back talk with one hand, giving off a soft"Oops !"

"Yeah, big Oops,"I said to her.

She got up off the desk and stood there for a hour not saying anything. I finally climbed up, figuring the mood was done for - the destruction of a shop can have that effect on a Night of confidant activity between two people…

"well Jasmine I guess that means…"I could not get the next Holy Writ out of my mouth other than as a assortment of squeals and peals as she moved up powerful next to me, one helping hand pressing the small of my back while the early slid down my britches, and commenced to knead my humanity along its broad arena ( with the smallish size that is of course of study not saying much ).

I just looked at her with a sheeplike grinning on my human face as her succor threatened to send me into New York minute and utter meltdown.

Of their own accord, my bloomers had sauntered downward, until they fell away to puddle around my mortise joint.

She giggled and looked into my eyes, her own exhibit laughter and Passion intermixture in their depths.

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She guided me to the desk, gently having me list upon it as she went to her stifle ; easing off my shoes and the surrounding britches, then my underpants.

Her script came back to continue their joyous ministrations of my manhood, each apparent movement sending a series of thundering, pounding, pulsating and electrifying aesthesis into my genius. My eyes felt like they would hybridise over to the early socket and bear on right out of my ears, which had to have smoke bellowing out in column for anyone to sense and see.

It took every bit of control I had left to keep from hitting my release then and there ; especially when those easy lips closed about it, the warmth of her lip adding more and more to my own as she teased away upon it. I heard and felt my external respiration becoming deeper and faster, the audio of a bellows being driven by a windstorm would sound tame in equivalence !

How long she went on for I have no idea, just my intact world came down to her actions.

The way felt like it was spinning round and cycle, the phone of the rainfall and return of lightning quivering and quaking the building ; luminosity flickering on and off with each ending strike.

I felt like she was drawing what remained of my brain out of me ; one cellular phone and nerve cell at a time.

movement by move, moment by moment she kept me right on the border, until she sensed I could accommodate back no more and quickly lay over the desk on her stomach.

With no hesitation I slid my manhood deep into her body, feeling the firm holds of her muscles, the warmth of them flowing into my own ; while I was seeking only to take in the mop up last as long as possible for her enjoyment.

I kept pumping and pumping, until a decimal point was hit in which my consistency started to shake and quake, the full wafture of pleasure reaching new heights.

My holler of passion soon were joined by hers ; as the two of us moved in a calendar method that grew between us ; not hone but close enough.

She shouted something in her native language of Hindi, then again in another - I assumed shrieking of delight and intense passionate feelings that must be flowing through her at that moment.

Then she shouted out to me, loud and clear :

"Inside me, do it inside of me Mr. Phillips ; do it inside of me !"

Faster and faster I continued pumping away, until the stock was crossed and a howler of aboriginal love went roaring from my lips…

OK it was more like a scream of an plane crossed with a broken down washer.

You get the idea…

Once, twice and a third time my expiration hit, sending my life seed mysterious into her body.

My humanity promptly collapsed in and on itself, no longer needed and unable to perform for some time.

Jasmine hit her discharge at the same moment as my own, her eubstance having shook with such forcefulness and exhilaration that the desk collapsed out from under her ; only a quickly grab by me, arms around her waistline and chest kept her from falling onto it.

She turned around and looked at me, a smile of contentment and wonderment on her brass. For a moment her gaze went downward to her thigh, which I saw had a shadow of my life cum mixed with her release flowing downward.

"I'm sorry about the entrepot Mr. Phillip's, I did not ever imagine such a mess could occur from our fun tonight ; how much is this going to cost me to get it fixed ?"

I saw the top trouble in her eyes, the anticipation of some outrageous amount, or some variety of tumultuous disturbance on my part.

"I don't know ; my insurance should plow to the highest degree of it, just going to submit a few daylight to get everything back in one composition before I can open again. All of that business being lost will be a job with my bills coming due in the next week or so,"I had to sway my head as I gathered up my britches, wondering if this was the end of my business.

"Mr. Phillip's, let me make a quick call…"she went to her pocketbook and stood there, debating with somebody on the other end of her cell phone ; mind you she was still in her birthday case, so I got a wonderful show of her every movement as I got dressed again.

In the end she smiled at me, holding up a"V"for victory sign.

"Mr. Phillip's my mother will cover everything that needs fixing and your job losses ; her secretary girl Shannon will be here in the morning to make an initial estimate with you."

"Where does your mother get that kind of money from ?"Was she truly the girl of a Mafia Godfather ? Or yet spoiled, A Sicilian Mafia Godmother ; one who knows my address now and will require due compensation in the most painful and final of sadistic mean value for a bit of company with her daughter ?

Or will the Godmother simply own it be the usual - cement shoes and chemical chain, then a brief car ride to the piers and into the sea I go…

"Oh I forgot to narrate you, she is the diplomatic envoi to the UN down the street for Republic of India,"she showed me her own diplomatical notch that confirmed the story. I just kept shaking my head in unbelief ; it's practically worse than her being the daughter of a Sicilian Mafia Godmother !

Many, many times spoiled ! Her female parent is a diplomat at the UN of all things ! ! !

I looked at the door, expecting her escort or bravo dispatched by her female parent to come in and sweep up her away to prophylactic, while reducing me and my shop to a galvanic pile of smoldering spunk after introducing me to all manner of delightful tortures to insidious and hideous to contemplate…

Her gentle, bubbling laughter snapped me back to the here and now. Obviously she gets my kind of reaction with a lot of normal multitude."Mr. Phillips my mother does not have masses ‘ taken precaution of'like in those softheaded movies you American English love so often ; too messy. I stay out of that stuff when I can, I prefer the American way of having fun - tonight I went to an ‘ old fashion riot of 1969'and thoroughly enjoyed myself."

"Oh and Mr. Phillip's I want to thank you for reading that book on your desk ; it's not the honest fable in the domain I know, but mother wrote it and I told her you liked it."Her smile was one of genuine mischief, which let me know how horrendous the Good Book really reads.

"Tell you what Mr. Phillip's, for my part, I will not only tell my friend to issue forth here for the best gowns around ; I will do by each Nox and bed you, for as long as you want, as many sentence each night that you want, and you can cum inside me. How does that sound Mr. Phillip's ?"she asked.

I agreed to it, and as she got dressed, preparing to maneuver home for the dark ; she mentioned in passing that she will receive some friends with her the side by side even for our"fun"after the store closes. I wondered if the edifice would even survive ; let alone be standing if another such night is held in the place…of course it would be fun to find out ! ! !


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