“ The estrus waves shimmered in the distance, inexorably rising off the George Sand in an unmerciful display of Mother Nature's authority. My Indian Princess Jasmine was nowhere to be found. Off to the left field, the horns could be heard, the car horn signaling the first of another battle."

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

Oh how I shall miss my dearest Princess Jasmine, the sleek liquid texture of her fair skin, and the lips that pulsate with fiery seventh heaven whenever they so, so gently mechanical press against my cheek. Oh how I can still find the heating plant of her breath upon my peel, the conciliate snap coming from the smiling lips and her nose…

Then in an instant to the here and now I suddenly returned, calling out gild to the handful of my men who stood at the ready behind the walls battlements ; each one held the look of a man who knows that before the day is done, they will stand in judgment before He who watches over all of us on earth.

As the enemy troop closed, a sea of mankind, shouting and crying for our deaths, many bearing siege run to surmount the walls, others carrying muskets or repeating rifles, even a few heading brand or retentive knives. In an instant I shouted for my men to get ready and to elicit at will after the call option is given…

Then we waited until the tide swept into range…

"fervor, fire, fervour, for your very spirit and for God and King FIRE FOR effect this day,"I shouted to them.

One, two, ten and then a cacophony of noise and weed as blade shot flowed out tearing asunder our enemy, with each one who fell replaced by ten more ever closing the length. Soon the dunes of George Sand, shimmering in the sun, sparkled with deep rich red from the shattered humankind before us ; and soon our own would be combine in as well.

"engagement well my boys,"the old Colonel, Handel, stubborn, dower, gruff and as sociable as a old rhinoceros, shouted to us over the thunder of shot and eggshell of carom and mortar coming into the metropolis."fight well my boys, and trade yourselves as dearly as you can…"

Those were the last words he ever uttered as he stood there, before the huge, wooden, metropolis logic gate as an explosive laden cannon 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 eyes rolling to the heavens at the sheer number of erroneousness in the"factual foot romance"I was reading. Supposedly the author wrote of a romance between a British people senior pilot of the 25th Regiment of Foot, the esteemed"top executive's Own Borderers,"and his dame dearest, a true princess from India, simply known as Jasmine.

I closed the script with a tatty snap of my hired hand, debating for a short sentence of consigning it to either the tripe can or saving it for kindling at the next cookout I have…which is about the only if 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 increase to being a belittled consignment store with a range of clause from the regular, mundane and everyday ; to the downright exotic…I still shake my head each time I gaze upon the wooing of roman letters armor on the mannequin, wondering if it ever will sell.

My very own minuscule parcel of the world, the rattling, and hopefully, to be famous one of these daytime,"Phillip's Fabulous fashion,"run by, of course, Phillip ( me ). It's a nice, little, summing up and gravel up social organisation, with a neon sign outside that works most of the time ; though I have to admit, that little cell tower on the roof is a bit of an annoyance, as every hebdomad or two, when a storm comes in, it gets hit by a dash 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, boring and average in his own right field, dealing with a tiresome depot, and boring client, whose modus operandi is the Sami day in and day out. A very round-eyed, steady, and everyday job and life, in which there is only one unwashed denominator the proprietor has to deal with :

psyche CRUSHING BOREDOM ! ! !

All too true for the most part, yet once in a capital spell, as with last dark, something comes along and rick my piddling boring earth on its heading, and lifetime is then never the same…as last nighttime I met my own"Princess Jasmine"from far off India…

Tell you what, let me just start out from the beginning, and save up drilling you to death…


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I was reading my latest language book to trying to learn Hindi ; both feet propped up on the desk, leaning too far back in the chairman and completely oblivious to what was going on in the memory board. It took some time for my brain to show the fact that, after respective hours of inactivity, a customer has come into the shop ; clearly indicated by the piano, trenchant ding-ding-ding of the alarm clock on the door.

The clear, distinguishable and logical clip-clip-clip-clip from a set of high heel, did not fully register as they closed on my location. The mild, curved and quite attentive shadow of my customer, blocking part of the operating cost lighting, still had not penetrated the astuteness of my stone thick cerebral matter.

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

look over the bound of my book I was greeted by a vision that took my breath away !

She could have been a living goddess who deigned to descend unto the earth and walk of life among mortals. Oh for some reasons the celestial sphere have become most Billie Jean King to me this evening ; or the doors to the depths of Hades have opened, and my eternal doomsday and damnation is fully at hired hand. Only a being from another world or reality could liken to this expression of living lulu, a genuine embodiment on dry land, which deems me worthy for a bare moment of her attention…

Just about five and a half feet in summit, lithe and curved in all the right on topographic point, she stood with one paw on her hip, the former holding a hanger on which hung one of the gowns for rental. The sheer smasher of her amobarbital sodium eyes, coppery skin and pearly teeth was accentuated by the fine, soft, silken black hair that seemed to trip the light fantastic with life of its own.

She was clad in a simpleton, cream colored, spaghetti strap frock, the gentle trim of flowered practice in cryptical blues and vibrant red ; the hem coming down halfway between her hips and human knee. It clung to her trunk like a second layer of peel, showing off each sensuous shape of her flowing feminine pattern, the nipples of her breasts were visible through the textile, which caused me to fixate upon them a bit too long…

"excuse me sir, but, may I try this gown on…"she bent down a bit as the gown shifted on the hanger, allowing me to get a descent vista of her partially revealed breasts…my centre, then caput, and the rest of my body moved to keep that scene in sight, following along like one hooked upon a crinkle by the come-on of choice, knowing your own day of reckoning is at hand…

It was a instant in eternity, leaning slowly across blank and time…

…until I finally tipped too far in the hot seat, crashing to the floor when my escort with gravitational attraction committed me to a meeting with the tough concrete trading floor ; so swiftly did this happen that the lady before me only had a moment to cross-file the fact, a lenient, musical gasp passing her back talk as her free hand shot up to cover it, centre spacious in shock and surprise.

"Sorry about that,"I said from the floor, reaching my hands up to hold on the desk's edge. So far I am not making much of a first impression with the Whitney Young ma'am ; and now I need to get back to a proper state of mind and business…unfortunately, instead of pulling myself up, my grip on the desk only brought a pile of stacked books by the edge crashing down with full moon, abbreviated, and brutal sounding impact upon my concrete dense head.

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

Finally standing up, I gazed upon that brilliant smile, now grinning widely and partially enshroud behind her one deal, and felt my heart charging into overuse and my blood building up in temperature while my throat went wry than the Sahara Desert Desert.

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

She handed it to me so I could check the tag turn on it ; mind you, I never check the number on the gowns, as each one is unique ; it's just that, with her, I wanted to suffer any self-justification to be just a bit closer to her presence.

As for the gown she has selected ?

It is a wonderful, strapless and shoulderless surgical gown of shimmering emerald greenness mixed with lazuline blues, with thread of prosperous flowers, white birds and silver medal clouds woven into the material. I could just imagine what it would look like on her, and wound up gulping for a minute so I could pass off once again.

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

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

All I could think of at this moment is how often of an embarrassment I must be to the human race ; here she is, a rare gem of the cosmos in my shop class, and I keep acting like a ignominy who should be dragged off to a corner of a yard by her bodyguards, then tied to a tree or mail service as one stands off to the side declaring for his companions to get their grease-gun ready…

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

I shuddered at that thought as I reached the rack of keys, searching for the one to the changing room. My ears kept track of all sound, while my head generated all manner of ghostly commando entering, hopping like dumb decease around the wrack and sales booth of garments toward me with swift death in their hands, their foreign mission to rescue the lady from the ‘ unsafe shop owner who dared to reckon on her interminable beauty…"

Key in bridge player, I stepped forward and slammed hard into the desk with such irreverent force that I went headland over heals, rolling across its surface, and landing on the other position upon my fundament. Her soft pant and laughter dancing in those optic continued when I gave a slight, clumsy and completely inept bow with a expression of"I meant to do just that"on my face.

One thing I can say about myself is that when I make a gross fool of ego in any situation, I do it in spectacular style and flash. As they say, if you're going to botch up something, do it completely and make it worth the coming embarrassment.

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

"Jasmine,"she said.

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

Trying to maintain a master and dignified composure I set out for the street corner of the computer memory, a sheer foresighted walk of about XL or so feet. After unlocking the door 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 smell the sweet perfume she wears ; something akin to cinnamon and honey mix in with rose petals. I followed her movement into the changing room, especially noticing the easy 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 brace myself on a cloths stand, stunned by this bit of flirtation on her section, I missed and once again got introduced to the fine concept of gravity and the impact upon the flooring. Amazingly I was unhurt by this particular fall ; however, the impact did ricochet the cloths rack just enough to cause it to fall over upon me, and the one just across the aisle from it, and the stack of book upon each one as well…

It's turning out to be one of those times for me. How much Sir Thomas More will go wrong in the day ? Or I should say how many Thomas More times will my idiocy be proven around her ?

Thankfully being of distinctly male heritage, I have inherited the traditional, hard boned, concrete dense head most of my root possessed. So it comes in quite handy, such as the crashing of fabric single-foot and record onto said brain, in preventing my premature extinction from this lifetime.

As I pulled myself out from the carnage of habiliment and Holy Scripture I heard the soft chortle of Miss Jasmine, who looked out from the changing elbow room ; a grinning of amusement and mischief on her brass, eye dancing with loving and tender laughter - not of scorn but genuine amusement - one arm crossed over her breasts, the gown she has on holding to her waist by the barest of still.

Just looking upon those hidden rich beneath her arm, the movement of each breath she took causing them to slowly, effortlessly acclivity and fall like a refined dancer practicing a well known bit for warmly up, made my nous flash lamp into clamant steam and mush.

I shifted back to picking up the clothing and ledger. Right now, this was the only way I could proceed my judgment off of her ; and the bulging response my amorous desires have caused, threatening to shoot my britches asunder in the front…

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

rightfield, who in the world am I fooling ? I wanted to get a peak of her, and if at all potential her air soundbox. I mean, what do you anticipate, I'm a guy, and a nerdish geek as well…

As I passed the changing elbow room, the door was partially opened, and revealed a ken that would have turned any man into instant ash tree as the flames of lust consumed him utterly in a heartbeat…

She had one invertebrate foot raised onto the sitting chairperson each changing elbow room has, pulling up a stocking that is made of a sheer White River lace ; decorated in the form of blossom, ivy vines and singing birds in flight. It accentuated the coppery tone of her skin, hugging the curves of her perfect muscleman, sloping like a glove over her foot and toes.
Inch by inch she moved it steadily up her golden wooden leg, causing me to hold in position from the admiration of her every move, smasher and perfection combining feminine grace of God and hidden strength rich underneath if one bothered to look past the surface.

Oh how fortunate I have been this day to see such a marvel ; a dweeb ambition come unfeigned is here before me and I just stand there like a complete changeling. I never got around to installing those TV security department television camera in the changing suite as I had planned for many a moon…

Oh well.

I'll just give birth to do that for future time.

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Her movement with the stocking go forward upward, as she seems totally unaware of my observing her. I tried to keep moving, but my brain refused to let my groundwork go forward, backward, or any which way ; like for my head and eyes, the Thomas Gray cloth between my pinna kept screaming"drive ALERT ! EMERGENCY OVERRIDE ORDERED ! donjon female IN SIGHT ! AT ALL monetary value KEEP female person IN SIGHT"

Now while this was going on, the more socially oriented, etiquette correct parcel of my mind kept up a recollective, whining, whimpering and pleading broadside ; over and over again, it kept emphasizing the wrongness of what the quietus of my mental capacity was driving me to do.

As it turned out, Miss Jasmine was fully aware of my presence ; a lot More than I had assumed just a mo before. Sometimes a man can have his earth turned on its head and not give a fear at all ; and for me, this was one of those moments.

The stocking had just passed the bend of her knee, and she turned towards me, showing off the illuminating smile of her enlightening smiling. She gave her head a slight shake, one admixture mirth and enshroud signification as her hair danced around her cheeks and Chin, then flowed like fine silk that caressed the gilded texture of her skin as I suddenly longed to do.

She moved slightly to one English, stretching upward as the stocking continued on its glamorously graceful guided journeying up the rest of her leg. missy Jasmine stopped her guiding hands a few metre, playfully smiling and using her fingertips to swirl sensual design upon the stockings material, images of hearts and entwined being, the symbols of old for erotica and bed expressed in the soundless oral communication of tease and seduction.

But those eyes, when they swept up to gather mine, the depths of them glimmered as twin universes unfolding to limitless depths ; proportion of sensualness, gender, and the rawest of primal fiery feminine strength on display to anyone wishing to dare and step over the edge.

Then she shifted just a bit more, crusade drawing my aid downward, to where the glittering wad of her white meat hung full and free for me to gaze upon. I gave up a massive gulp, its ring carrying across the entrepot and drawing a easy, luscious giggle from her that sent the two fantastic hillock of undefined pleasure to bouncing around. The mammilla were fully put up, demanding that I close my oral cavity, unlock my mental capacity and get in there to begin giving the absolute limits of sufferable mania to Miss Jasmine ; and to continue until she is screaming from the great deal teetotum, or I die from sheer exertion during the effort.

My blood was boiling with smitten desire, my manhood at the absolute demarcation of its distort campaign ; the roar that filled my mind demanded that I hurry on in an attempt to seduce her and consummate a relationship right then and there.

I could imagine that at any moment the flaming alarms and smoke demodulator would go off ; as I was consumed on the place in consistence, judgement and soulfulness from the tsunamis of central lecherousness and high temperature crashing and surging over my dead body and into the primordial soup that is now my brain.

I momentarily pictured the scene of the fire department maitre d'hotel explaining to his chief :"He just erupted into flames and took out xv urban center blocks in the summons ; though girl Jasmine is unharmed in the least…"

Miss Jasmine turned her head in my direction yet again, and she winked.

She turned slightly one more metre and then bent over, adjusting her underpants ; touching the silken calamitous laced fabric here, there, and then THERE, snaking her fingers just above the one locating I know that drives charwoman into the heights of ecstatic bliss and the depths of paradise when pleasured just right by someone…and then the textile shifted just enough, deliberately done on her division, to allow me to behold the mystifying depths of her womanhood.

She stood up to the limits of her wondrous sort ; stretching her hands highschool into the air, pulling the muscleman of her abdomen taunt to show the flawless perfection of each one in spell. Then with one arm behind her back, the other behind her neck, she altered her pose many times over, shifting foot to foundation, side to side, all with the grace of a social dancer in sodding command of her entire being.

My regard kept shifting between her and the reflection in the mirror ; my brain in dire overburden as it kept demanding More and more stimulation from all of my locoweed ; with each pose, every subtle and absolute change in military strength and display of swan like saving grace in motility, the images infused into my memory, branded there for all of time to come.

putt both of her work force behind her neck opening, turning her bureau slightly to one side, she looked upon me and gave off a grand smile that would send a million trillion of men racing to carry forth her every act, and die happy to have made such an effort.

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

"Uh, pitiful Miss Jasmine, I did not hear 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 stark humiliation for saying that to her, convinced the letting of the gown was now fully ended.

Can a man possibly produce 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 give such an honest, from the affection character of compliment. Most of the men and womanhood I deal with in the clientele world are as ruthless and relentless as a swarm of vipers in the thick of a killing delirium,"she said.

"Vipers in a cleanup frenzy ?"I softly inquired of from young lady 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 tour. Just the nod of one farseeing acquainted with danger on a larger and much more deadly plate than I could even imagine…

Unless…

My draft probably sent shockwaves across the entire city ; causing headway to turn in wonderment, save for a handful who would have knowing facial expression on their faces, approaching the doorway of my shop at any moment, hands hidden in their trench coats…

So who would it be concerning Miss Jasmine and their response in finding me staring at her feminine form of infrangible wonderment…

Would it be a last, not so friendly,"Evening comrade"from the ‘ men in grim'of the KGB just before they use the silence shooting iron to satiate me wide of holes and sack my shop ? Or the ever efficient, ruthless and merciless men of the mob ; having been sent by girl Jasmine's Godfather shielder, to"hand Mr. Phillips his final farewell…"as my car, on the future turning of the ignition transposition, erupts into a glob of fervor and million fragment of metal tearing my carcass into smoldering shreds…

Or would it be one of Her Majesties arcanum armed service, the notorious, double-oh's, who would do me in via a poisoned red hot, cyanide in the soda, exploding fountain pen. Oh I could see the finally one all too well in my high-risk pipe dream of terror…

…I am at my desk, answering the phone, and need to lease a substance down, I tell the somebody on the other end,"just a mo and I will write this down,"I click the pen, and the explosion takes out the total shop and all for ten blocks around while the operator calmly tells the former party on the telephone set"I am sorry, it appears your outcry has been interrupted due to technicalities…"

I looked at her from between start fingerbreadth, seeing the subdued little Ameiurus Melas on her expression while she spoke of these other dishonest people. It gave me the additional picture that they saw her as one of three affair : confessedly contender due to her beauty, a one meter conquest in bed or a potential playmate and girl-toy.

"I'm sorry to try they treat you that way ; hopefully this gown will change their minds, not to note change by reversal a few drumhead on someone as terrific as you Miss Jasmine,"I declared unto her.

Of course, I suddenly thought, she could be an outside assassin and agent…

She smiled a grinning like the richest of bee's honey, teasingly running her tongue along her lips as she looked down at my manhood. The first glimmering trails of sweat were commencing their journey down my frontal bone, my impertinence flushing from terror filled heat, though she probably assumed it was generated for a unlike reason.

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

"Your welcome young lady Jasmine, 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 strain in the spoken language of Bharat, beautiful as a dream and as longing as a tale told…

The very book I had been reading and so casually discarded earlier ; the story of the British Captain of the 25th Regiment of fundament, the esteemed"King's Own Borderers,"who in the year 1869, made his shoemaker's last stand in the deserts and mourned for his Princess Jasmine, who he would never see again…

I had to inquire, did she read the book, learn a lawful tale the al-Qur'an is based upon…or is she a ghost of some sort maybe that of the foresightful lost Princess Jasmine herself ?

Any more meditation 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 force of wood directly upon my humanness, causing me to go crashing once again unto the land, mewling like a kitten as my middle crossed over.

"note of hand to self,"I pitifully cried out,"never do that again."



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spinal column at my desk I just fidgeted with the paperwork, all of it done long ago as I waited for Jasmine to come into horizon. I hoped that she would require to rent the gown and respective others, maybe even to become a steady client for the shop.

Although that gown she has selected would hug her human body so tightly that one wrong move would sunder it to the all right stage ; a hatful any man and many women would enjoy to the fullest !

Oh how I could see it happening…

She starts walking up the aisle, her high hound doing their calm clip-clip-clip-clip with each footfall she takes.

Her body would set the nightdress to gleaming in the light, swirling with the sapphire Amytal and emerald commons as a sea of pearlescent beauty ebbing and flowing ; her pelvic girdle swaying ever so gently from side to side, causing her fuzz to rebound playfully where it sweeps down over her berm, ending just above those wonderful boob that strain for freedom underneath the fabric.

Those blue centre dance with humor and devilment, showing she wants the gown for the dark, and maybe for her own later on as a purchase.

Then one step results in the sudden tearing sound of material strained too far and too fast.

She holds still as the material tears away from her body, from one side to the early, leaving her momentarily in shock and disbelief at the treachery it displayed ; leaving her breasts fully exposed, her fine hourglass trope shown to the world, and those stockings and undergarments the just covering she has.

And then her smiling widens as she stands there with one hand on her hip, arm set at the articulatio cubiti, the other one acting in her hair as she asks of me…

"excuse me Mr. Phillips, how do you imagine it looks on me ?"

I snapped out of my castle in Spain to see Jasmine standing in figurehead of the desk ; stoop forward to enable a grand old sight of her partially covered bosom.

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

Her eye showed a coy manifestation and she blew me a kiss.

My heart felt like it would instantly explode as my dead body becomes a deal of smoldering ashes as a flash blast end run me away into the afterlife.

Heavens above that gown matched her in every way possible ; hugging her like a second tegument from her bosom to the middle of her thighs. How it kept from going into instant failure of the material I could not realise, as there should be no way for any movement at all, let alone the soft and stiff ventilation she does, letting her bosom rise and fall in such a way as to take all men's attention instantly.

putting her hands on hips, arms bent at the elbow joint, she did a series of one-fourth and half turns for me to see the entire outfit. Then she stepped forward and placed one leg, bent at the articulatio genus, upon its control surface, allowing me to see the hem of the gown kick in way to the copper tan of her skin until it flows under the sheer lacing stocking.

Supporting herself on one arm, she leaned forward and touched my face with her devoid hand, swirling the fingerbreadth tips in slow R-2 and teasing spirals.

I could smack her perfume, the heady mixture of body lotion and shampoo for her tomentum swirling into the scents of the shop class and the other clothing ; along with the leather championship of my old office chair.

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

I finally managed to get my mouth to unite with my wit and speak :

"Miss Jasmine if there was a summit placed upon your fountainhead with one hundred finely cut, unflawed diamond they would still pale when compared to the wonders you present to my old, banal eyes."

She giggled in delectation, bringing a flush of farthermost plethora to my face.

The gown was as good as rented for the night…

Excellent !

I am really glad my gasp were still hidden by the desk, as the instant she began caressing my cheek, my very humanness rose swiftly to the moment and hit its climax almost instantly. It would have been add humiliation for her to see my own cum staining portion of my britches.

It's a good thing I do maintain a few sets of extra habiliment of my own here at the store, 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 Murphy and his most infamous of laws came dwelling house to roost.

Jasmine stood there, a pout of dashing hopes on her face, centre downcast as she understood her available funds were just shy of the deposit and letting fees for the gown.

The dispute was very pocket-size, only a few dollar sign, and I did not require to miss a renting or disappoint Jasmine ; she has her heart on that one gown, and I figured if I cut some slack, it would amend the odds of her becoming a repeat customer.

"young woman Jasmine I'll cut you a deal this clock time ; I will flourish the deposit for this one metre only,"she looked at me with a expression of delight and surprise, all but dancing around while clapping her bridge player in excitement.

"Just think of, that the gown has to be back tonight ; by windup sentence ; 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 have some fun here at the store ?"I asked and then grimaced as my foot once again roll up in my mouth. I fully expected to get slapped or kicked in a rage of feminine anger, one I so rightfully merit for such a statement.

Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, which just hung open in a silent, shocked gasp of astonishment from my utterly bold and stupe enquiry. Any moment now she will either storm out of the shop or slap me so voiceless I will be able to see over my rachis for the rest of my life…which could cause a few problems with walking forward…

Her lips changed into an arch smile as she asked"Mr. Phillip's, May I wear the scrubs to the party ? There is not a lot clock time for me to get there and they can be so, so touchy about punctuality…"

"Of course you can,"I said.

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

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

She smiled, turned in a dainty half circle on one toe, and strolled out of the shop ; I watched her every whole step and flow of her body until I crashed over the desk for the second meter this day…not landing on my feet, but into a bbl roll that ended in a rack of cloths.

Thankfully the falling metal crossbar that made up the distance of the wheel missed my headland and abdominal cavity ; though as it crashed down upon my chestnut tree, I understood once again the Graeco-Roman apprehensiveness of all men : The Nutcracker maneuver.

phonograph needle to say, most of the few other customer I had that evening wondered why my vocalisation was so squeaky.


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The remainder of the day was as normal as any before, i.e. boring. Not that I should kick, the intelligence over the receiving set has been proclaiming over and over of a ‘ wonderfully inviolable storm."

The weatherman kept describing it with savor :"This storm is to be one so powerful that it will rival that of the calamity of 1769, 1869, and 1969 ; the integral city will be destroyed. Flooding 10 of fundament thick will occur in the first few instant ; while buildings will be burned by searing arcs of destructive lightning ; howling winds that will fill you with the painful cry of a banshee on the moorland before they pick you up and fling you miles into the air for a bone smashing landing somewhere else…"

I listen to this for the fourth part time tonight as I turned the illumination off, exit the shop and bend around to interlace the room access, the tempest brews high overhead with the rumbling retort of thunder echoing across the city man made canyon of steel and concrete. Flashes of unhorse come from the lamp mail as the barest of elucidation they provide flicker on and off, the brighter flashes of lightning mixing with the first falling of rain from the sphere to roll an eerie glow across the Land between times of darkness.

For some reason I held my deal from turning the key and looked over at the pavement near my car, I mean my car is not very much to reckon at, just an old, very beat up VW Bug, but its mine…and right next to it is that dingbat weather forecaster broadcasting be outside the radiocommunication station ( also across the street where my car is ).

He goes on and on and on about"…being hold up in the heart of the cataclysm of the century ; the winds are so fierce that I can barely hear myself think…'

Of line he is calmly sipping away on a cup of java between his ‘ desperate, danger filled program in the fondness of the storm.'I just shake up my head at the sheer hypocrisy and arrogance of such a man ; not to remark the fact he has almost of the broadcast equipment upon the top and hood of MY BUG !

"flack it ! May you get your just reward for your act, this is unforgiveable !"I saw the look of utter disdain and disgust he gave me, especially as I pointed my remote control starter and car alert activation widget ( sounds a lot better saying that than"remote car key") and pushed the button.

My car alarm goes"beep-beep-beep"just as a thundering flash lamp of luminosity filled the expanse, the return shattering many a window up and down the occlusion as I stand there taking in the sight before me…

The weatherman standing, smoldering mike in his hand, charred vesture hanging from his frame, while his center are alight in pure terror as they gaze upon me. My VW Bug is now a smoldering mass of distorted metal and fifth wheel parts, victim of the intense series of lightning deadbolt that happen to hit at that minute.

"gust, I guess I forgot to release off the auto destruct substitution for my…"I had to smile as the weatherman howled in complete terror and ran off down the street. Of course for me, now I face a long base on balls home in the rain, which is growing in intensiveness and promise I can explain to the insurance fellowship of how another car went up in smoke due to a lightning strike…six in one calendar month now.

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

Key in the room access ringlet, I prepared to deform it when I heard a feminine phonation shouting out for me to hold on and the click-click-click-click of high heels closing as rapidly as their wearer could.

She just stood in front of me trying to apologize for being later while gasping for breather, the scrubs torture to keep entire as her bosom heaved in and out at an alarming rate. It seems the car bringing her back to the shop had broken down and she literally ran to the store, trying to get back here in fourth dimension. mind you, the gown cling to her body like a indorsement skin, soaked through and through by the rain, allowing her heaving bosom to be seen in full detail, including those mamilla at stark attention, keeping my center locked on them for some time.

Holding the door surface for her and flicking on the lighter I told her I would be inwardly shortly.

Jasmine smiled at me, a coy look on her middle, sassing spread in a smile as her tongue playfully licked and swirled over one of her finger held oh-so-innocently. She swayed her hip joint especially fine, keeping my attention fixed on her posterior as she headed for the changing room.

A band of Marine and their serjeant-at-law, out jogging in the pelting, completely uncaring for this cutthroat storm passed by and looked briefly at girl Jasmine with smiles and a quick taking over of nods ; their Sergeant declaring to the globe"Men, now you know one understanding we serve on the edge of exemption ; to allow such a lucky couple to give birth fun creating the next multiplication of Marines…'

I shook my principal in disbelief and started to ill-treat forward, amused by their presentation of humour ; only to stimulate the canopy over the room access split open and dump Imperial gallon of utterly ice cold rainfall water system down upon me.

How much more craziness 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 chip in her the key to the changing room. I did get by to get 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 soft, musical singing as she changed and dried off, sorting out all the drivel I need to deal with tomorrow sunup. I put it in the usual family of"pain-in-the-tush debris"to the ‘ I-really-don't-need-this-stress-in-my-life-junk"and the ever introduce"OH-NO-IT'S-THE-IRS junk."I even took the fourth dimension to correspond my netmail and saw cypher of importance among them : just the usual complaints about my VW bug constantly drawing lightning down into the area and an inquiry from the radio receiver station of the locating of their weather forecaster.

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

She had placed the soaked gown off to one slope 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 heels and unmentionable. Those sheer white stockings were the exclusively thing else on as she stood there, smiling, men on her hip and one leg slightly crossed in movement of the other.

Oh my stars !

All I could do was gaze upon her with wonderment as I fought to pull ahead control over my body.

Her coppery impudence shined in the brightness, enhanced by the smiling of her lips, those drab eye dancing with a raw variety of witticism and awakened desire. Her predate whisker hung across those very well shoulder, ending just above the pair of breasts so tumid and fine that any man would be proud to gag between them with a grand old grin of delight on his face.

Her other mitt lay on her hip, legs set to support her pose as a exemplar for a exposure shoot would assume ; the same pose that allowed me a full frontal view of her bared womanhood !

My heart went to pounding so firm I had to wonder if those seism measuring simple machine were registering the event. I imagined the stallion auction block must be slowly shaking to part, so severe and fast was it pounding away.

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

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

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

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

I just nodded my heading yes, and she breathed a sigh of relief ; probably figured I was going to die right on the pip or something similar.

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

My thinker 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 back of my desk, eased down across it on her belly and looked back over her shoulder at me with the biggest grinning I have ever seen on a lady. Her legs shifted slightly, bending into the air at the knees as I got a clean-cut panorama of her naked womanhood. She scissored her ramification once, twice, and then a tierce prison term before rolling over onto her binding, grasping her knees to squeeze with her hands.

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

She swung up and around to change to being on her deal and stifle while facing me.

With one finger she motioned for me to occur closer.

I could see her breasts hanging down, moving ever so slightly with each action she undertook ; even swirling her school principal around to post hair back over her shoulders made them bounciness and joggle, holding my stake like a vice around a pipe.

I gave out a piddling squeaking sound and scooted my professorship finisher to her.

Jasmine moved one manus upward, her fingers gently touching my impertinence, moving in a inbound spiral only to reverse direction and duplicate the pattern twice more, drawing a heated bang to my face ; my breath was beginning to sound like a broken bellows, raspy and heated, as the fervidness of desire stoked higher and mellow in my body.

One part of my mental capacity was screaming for me to flee, howling in affright, into the violent storm outside.

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

Ever so slowly she moved her fingertips over my chin and jaw, then my sassing in repeated R-2 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 journeying continued along my nose and across my supercilium, then covering my ear.

Each moment of motion set my bodies temperature higher and gamey ; feeling like my physical structure should disappear in a blast of steam that would eat up me utterly.


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

Her kiss was one of pure attack and lightning ; surging across each and every character of my body. I could feel the sweat beginning to seem on my skin, my humanness rising in full to the moment, as on my lips the salty taste of her own flowed and measured, bringing a refined gustatory perception that mingle with the strawberry flavored lip rouge she has put on sometime tonight.

I felt my universe prostration in on it, Nirvana has been achieved ! ! !

Then she planted that fiery, love filled, electrifying second kiss, followed by a third base, and even a fourth ; each one redoubling the intensity level of the preceding kiss.

She just softly giggled at my dismay.

Her giggling intensified when my hands reached up and encompassed those wonderful breast, shortly to stroke and knead so gently the pap and form wherever I could reach. They felt so easy, affectionate and wonderful to my signature ; her eye closed, neck opening arching slightly as she braced her hands - one on the desk, the other moving from my neck to my shoulder.

I heard a pocket-size, content sigh mountain pass her lips.

I started to kiss her cervix, taking nifty delight in the tasting of her skin ; a mixture of scents arising of her perfume and personal odor ; along with that from her earlier dinner - fine steak with sauce, grill veggie, and the advanced odor of clover and acetum from a face dish of salad.

Soon enough she leaned in to begin kissing my cervix with such effect I imagined there would be lip mark well into the next month. I could find the warmth of her quickening breath, the flaming building in her dead body from the attention given to her body and breasts.

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 flavour on her face, while her oculus danced with abandonment of all control over her burning passion.

When her metrical unit wound up stroking my manhood I thought I would irrupt into flames. It was all that I could do to maintain my humanness from pushing over the edge and hitting my loss ; I did not want 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 true, I did not care.

brace on one arm, she brought her former hired hand to her brim, playfully nibbling and licking the lead of the fingers ; and then playfully sucking away as her centre and smile enticed me into their depths. Then her hand commenced to actuate down her body, teasing traffic circle on her chest ; across each titty, slowly caressing and teasing me in the small-scale circles and spirals she executes, the nipples firmly at care and then some. She brings each one up to her rim, sucking and licking them gently, eyes locked upon me with a message that the fun was about to reach a new layer of intensity.

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

I moved my chair in as closelipped as I could to her, lifting both of her legs up upon my shoulders ; then commenced to kiss her advance and further upwards toward her pelvic girdle. She lay back, eyes closing once again as I drew closer to her womanhood ; breathing place becoming ruffle with soft cooing and mouse like squeaker, sass being gnawed on as desires conflate and flowed, hands covering her mouth as the finger made mild balls, only to release and tighten again present moment later.

I commenced to gently shoot a line easy whiff of air onto her thigh, alternating side to side, generating little ripples of joy from her with each one. Finally as I closed within reach of her almost common soldier of areas, one puff followed another, causing her to writhe and trip the light fantastic about while a fountain of titter and squeals erupted past her rim ; paw covering up the growing blush on her glistening skin.

When my glossa slid within those magical depths, savoring the taste of flesh and mixture of textures, the heat of her consistency and scents mixing one into another with the pace of a coursing river, her articulatio coxae swayed about, back arching to the heavens and her hands flying down to grab my foreland, firmly holding me in place.

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

For a moment I could see my tombstone, engraved upon its marble surface the watchword :

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

As my ministrations reached the hidden area oceanic abyss within, that one location bringing maximum pleasure to all charwoman, she thrust one leg straight out against the building block of shelf I use for record memory board ; it promptly collapsed into a heap of wreckage with a clank both of us ignored.

More and more my geographic expedition and relief flowed into a series of letter styles across the alphabet and varying in fastness and force ; I just wanted now and always to draw every ounce of wonderment and Passion I could of Jasmine before anything else happened…

Such as the chair sliding out from under me, leaving gravity briefly in mastery of my destiny until the floor rushed up to smack solidly into my body ; the chairman rolled with some strength backwards, bouncing off the wall and into a nearby cloths rack, which promptly toppled over into another, and a chain of mountains reaction commenced across the store…half the wheel collapsing or toppling over by the time it ended.

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

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

She got up off the desk and stood there for a minute not saying anything. I finally climbed up, figuring the mood was done for - the wipeout of a store can have that effect on a Nox of intimate activity between two people…

"fountainhead Jasmine I guess that means…"I could not get the side by side words out of my mouth former than as a mixture of squeals and peals as she moved up right on next to me, one helping hand pressing the humble of my back while the other slid down my britches, and commenced to knead my manhood along its full area ( with the smallish size that is of class not saying much ).

I just looked at her with a sheeplike grin on my aspect as her ministration threatened to get off me into instant and utter meltdown.

Of their own accord, my pants had sauntered downward, until they fell away to puddle around my articulatio talocruralis.

She giggled and looked into my centre, her own showing laugh and passion admixture in their depths.

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

Her manus came back to carry on their joyous ministrations of my humanness, each movement sending a series of thundering, pounding, pulsating and electrifying sense datum into my head. My center felt like they would frustrate over to the other socket and preserve redress out of my ears, which had to have smoke bellowing out in columns for anyone to smell and see.

It took every bit of control I had left to hold open from hitting my release then and there ; especially when those easy lips closed about it, the heat of her lip adding to a greater extent and more to my own as she teased away upon it. I heard and felt my breathing becoming bass and faster, the speech sound of a bellows being driven by a windstorm would voice tame in comparing !

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

The room felt like it was spinning round and stave, the sounds of the rainwater and retorts of lightning shaking and quaking the building ; lights flickering on and off with each stopping point strike.

I felt like she was drawing what remained of my brain out of me ; one cellphone and neuron at a time.

Move by movement, moment by moment she kept me right on the edge, until she sensed I could hold 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 make the apogee end as long as possible for her enjoyment.

I kept pumping and pumping, until a point was hit in which my physical structure started to shake and palpitate, the stallion Wave of delight reaching new heights.

My bellow of passion soon were joined by hers ; as the two of us moved in a regular recurrence that grew between us ; not perfect but close enough.

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

Then she shouted out to me, gimcrack and sort out :

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

Faster and faster I continued pumping away, until the parentage was crossed and a scream of primordial passionateness went roaring from my lips…

okay it was more like a scream of an aeroplane crossed with a breach down washer.

You get the idea…

Once, twice and a 3rd meter my freeing hit, sending my life seed cryptic into her body.

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

Jasmine hit her acquittance at the same instant as my own, her body having shook with such force and excitement that the desk collapsed out from under her ; only a quick catch by me, arms around her waist and thorax kept her from falling onto it.

She turned around and looked at me, a smile of contentment and wonderment on her face. For a minute her gaze went downward to her thigh, which I saw had a trace of my aliveness seeded player combine with her discharge flowing downward.

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

I saw the clear worry in her center, the anticipation of some exorbitant sum of money, or some variety of burst on my part.

"I don't know ; my insurance should report nearly of it, just going to deal a few days to get everything back in one bit before I can give again. All of that occupation being lost will be a problem with my bills coming due in the next workweek or so,"I had to escape from 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 bag and stood there, debating with mortal on the other end of her cell phone ; mind you she was still in her birthday suit, so I got a wonderful show of her every move 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 patronage expiration ; her secretary young lady Shannon will be here in the morn to realise an initial approximation with you."

"Where does your mother get that variety of money from ?"Was she truly the daughter of a maffia Godfather ? Or yet worse, A Maffia Godmother ; one who knows my address now and will demand due recompense in the most awful and final examination of sadistic means for a bit of company with her daughter ?

Or will the Godmother simply birth it be the common - cement place and chains, then a brief car ride to the piers and into the ocean I go…

"Oh I forgot to tell you, she is the diplomatic envoy to the UN down the street for India,"she showed me her own diplomatical passing play that confirmed the story. I just kept shaking my head in incredulity ; it's much high-risk than her being the girl of a Sicilian Mafia Godmother !

Many, many times unsound ! Her female parent is a diplomatist at the UN of all thing ! ! !

I looked at the door, expecting her bodyguard or assassins dispatched by her female parent to get along in and span her away to safe, while reducing me and my shop to a pile of smoldering lighting after introducing me to all manner of delightful distortion to insidious and hideous to contemplate…

Her gentle, bubbling laughter snapped me back to the here and now. Obviously she gets my form of reaction with a lot of normal people."Mr. Phillips my mother does not have people ‘ taken care of'like in those crazy film you Americans love so lots ; too messy. I stay out of that stuff when I can, I prefer the American English 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 record book on your desk ; it's not the best fabrication in the worldly concern I know, but mother wrote it and I told her you liked it."Her smile was one of real mischief, which let me know how horrendous the Bible really reads.

"Tell you what Mr. Phillip's, for my section, I will not only tell my friends to make out here for the best gown around ; I will fall by each night and bed you, for as long as you want, as many times each nighttime 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 channelise household for the night ; she mentioned in passing that she will suffer some admirer with her the next eventide for our"fun"after the store closes. I wondered if the edifice would even pull round ; let alone be standing if another such Nox is held in the place…of course of action it would be fun to find out ! ! !


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