James & Jasmine Ch. 02

"Jasmine, I said it the day we first looked at these and I will say it again. This shot is so right. It's sexy, but also girl-next-door, you might say. It's got a cool demeanor, but an underlying sensuality that is palpable and exactly the look we were going for. I love this shot. They are going to love it too. Trust me," he added reassuringly.

There would be no mistaking who the model was from the previous shots, once they saw this one. But Jasmine wasn't embarrassed anymore. She knew it was a great photo and she was confident enough in her body and looks that she knew that it conveyed what she had wanted from the very start: a sexual allure without pretense.

"Well, thank you, James. I may have been hesitant about using these photos before and about being the stand-in model in the first place. But I'm totally fine with it now and, to be quite honest, a little turned on knowing that I'm the model in the photographs we're presenting. It's kind of strange, but also very sexy and very arousing, in a strange way," she said, as she looked into James's eyes and took another sip of wine.

"You are a bit of an exhibitionist, aren't you," James stated; more a declaration of fact than a question.

Jasmine smiled shyly, looked James in the eye and nodded. "I am," she admitted.

"Well, anything that turns you on is okay in my book," James offered.

"Mine too," she replied, tipping her glass in his direction.

"Well, enough business talk for one night. I think we're on the same page. And we can have a little planning session tomorrow at breakfast. Our meeting with them is at 11. Let's put work aside for now," he said smoothly.

Jasmine lightly wrapped her slender manicured fingers around the stem of her wine glass and James couldn't help but imagine them lightly wrapped around something more personal. His eyes gazed down into her deep cleavage and he felt his core stir with a desire to nuzzle into her flesh. He could never get tired of looking down into the intoxicating valley between her lovely soft breasts. He reached out and lightly stroked her hand. God, he wanted this woman.

"Jasmine, you look so incredibly beautiful tonight. I swear I am the luckiest man in Paris, without a doubt. Thank you for making this trip," he said softly as his fingers grazed her hand. His touch lit a fire in her belly as she heard James make his declaration.

"James, that is nice of you to say, but, believe me, the pleasure is all mine. I can't believe you invited me. I can't believe I'm here!" she stated with a hint of incredulity. "I have to say, there is something incredibly exciting and sexy about being in a city like Paris with my boss," she added with a subtle smile.

"And to think I could have been sitting here across from Paul," he laughed. "What a crazy turn of events. Here's to Paul," he offered, raising his glass to hers.

James felt conflicted and he wondered if she had any idea how excited he was to be here with her. On the one hand he was drawn to Jasmine in such a basic and powerful way; there was no way he could shrug that feeling off and pretend it didn't exist. On the other, however, she was a young employee he'd really just met. He couldn't deny the incredible attraction he felt, but he also knew he had to exert some will power, considerable though it may need be, to resist the temptation sitting before him. Perhaps he'd feel different in a few days when the meetings in Paris were done and they were off to the south of France to enjoy a few days of fun and relaxation. But, for the moment, he was on guard and wary of letting it down.

He paid their bill and they strolled into the Parisian night, the air cool, but settled. She felt no hesitation about weaving her hand into the crook of his arm as they walked slowly back to the hotel. They'd only been in Paris a little over 36 hours, but they had established a level of trust and friendship that was palpable. James felt her generous breast press against his arm, and the combination of wine and womanly flesh made his head spin. He knew he'd need to maintain some distance, for at least another night or two, but her closeness and lovely floral scent made that difficult.

They laughed easily as they strolled up Rue de Buci, weaving through the young Parisians crowding the pedestrian only street on a Monday night. Their conversation kept returning to their meetings the next day and that kept a lid on the desire to just keep walking and find a small café to while away the rest of the evening. They were both cognizant of the need for a good night's sleep as they enjoyed the slow walk back to the hotel.

Upon returning they reached the spot in the hallway outside their rooms where they had kissed the night before. There was a bit of tension to the moment, but it was eased by Jasmine as she suggested they go into James's room to say goodnight. James opened his door, turned on the light and held the door for Jasmine to enter. She stood surveying the scene as James closed the door and stopped in the entry hall, unsure about going any further. He leaned against the wall directly across from a large full length mirror. She walked back and stood before him, inches away, her heels tall enough to bring her face in line with his. For the moment, no words were spoken.

James lifted his hand to her cheek, softly caressing her face before moving his fingers into the tangled tresses of her gorgeous hair. He pulled her face to his and their lips met in a tender good night kiss. And while the kiss started as last night's had, this one didn't end. There was an urgency to this kiss that hadn't been there the previous night. Jasmine's lips were open and inviting and James felt her tongue tentatively begin to explore. He answered with his own and they both heard each other whimper quietly and their breath catch with the excitement of their kiss and the moment at hand.

Jasmine pressed her body up against James and he knew she could feel his growing excitement. The sensation of her body pushing against his – her full breasts softly compressed against his chest, her thighs aligned with his – was too much to resist. His arousal was instantaneous. She leaned back to give his erection some space and looked down at the physical evidence of his excitement. Wearing boxers and pleated silk pants offered little resistance to his rigidity and his cock formed a thick tent pole in his expensive black slacks. Jasmine's smiled knowingly.

"Well, one disadvantage men have is hiding the fact that we're turned on," James offered in way of explanation.

"Hmm. Why would you want to hide that?" Jasmine responded. "Though it does look like the circus has come to town," she joked. They both laughed nervously. She gave the tip a little squeeze and James felt a bolt of energy rocket to his core. "Such a beautiful tent," she said. Jasmine moved around to his side as he stayed put with his back to the wall. She put her hand on James chest and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, James, if you were to slide your hand inside my panties right now, there'd be no mistaking how excited I am too. None," she stated unequivocally. "I am so very wet right now," she seethed into his ear. "In fact, I'm dripping," she added softly.

"God, Jasmine. We can't," he moaned, trying to exert some modicum of will power. His brain was blood starved at this very moment, but he tried to think about what would happen if they let themselves go. There was too much at stake.

"Don't worry, James. I am going to go in a minute. I know if we let things get out of hand that we'd be up all night and in no shape for tomorrow. And it's too important for both of us," she reasoned. James felt relieved, but also, he couldn't deny, a little disappointed.

"But let me ask you a question, James. If I were to walk out the door right now, what would you do next?" Her hand slid from his chest to his stomach, as she rubbed her palm back and forth just above his belt.

"You know what would happen, Jasmine. I'd find release," he replied. "Immediately." Their lips met again – the longing between them palpable.

"Mmhmm. Well, I have a suggestion, James. I'm only going to stay for a couple more minutes, but I can't bear to leave you in such a state. So I'm going to take that hard cock out of your slacks and I'm going to touch you and stroke you until you explode, James – standing right here. And I'm only going to touch you, as much as I'd love to get down on my knees and suck you right now. But I want to watch you cum, James. And then I'll leave, knowing that you'll get a good night's sleep."

James couldn't believe his ears and his cock strained even harder against the fly of his pants at Jasmine's words. Taking his silence as assent and hearing his breathing quicken at the suggestion, Jasmine's hand found his belt buckle and pulled on leather. His right hand wandered down to caress her ass as his left hand wove into her hair.

"Does that suggestion meet with your approval?" she whispered, as she slowly began to unbuckle his belt.

"Oh, yes!" was all he could mutter.

With quick precision she unclasped his slacks and then grasped his zipper – and pulled – out and over the bulging cantilever of his rock hard dick. She moved in front of him for a moment to grab his pants and boxers with both hands, and she pulled down, his clothes sliding to a heap at his ankles.

Jasmine moved back to his right side, nestling in against him once again. His erection stood hard and proud, projecting out at an upward angle between the tails of his white cotton shirt. She lightly brought her hand to rest on his raging manhood and her slender manicured fingers encircled the girth of his thick shaft. James moaned from some deep seated place.

He glanced at the mirror a few feet across the hall and stared at his semi-naked form and Jasmine curled up against him with his stiff dick in her small hand. He's always had a fascination – a love, really – for the sight of a hard cock in a woman's hand. There was something so primal and enticing about that image.

"Mmmm, I knew you'd have a nice cock, James. I just had a feeling. And, my God, it's so hard," she cooed into his ear as she began to run her right hand along his length, just grazing his hardness with the softest touch. "And so big."

"I love a soft touch, Jasmine," he begged; his voice a low whisper.

"Mmhmm. So I see," she replied. "Or feel," she added.

Her hand slid along the length of his shaft, curved underneath and reached down to cup his balls. She would come to find out how much he loved to have his balls gently caressed.

"Oh, James," she declared. "I love a man who shaves. Your balls feel so silky smooth. Did you do that for me?" she queried breathlessly.

"Yes," James hissed, as she kneaded his testicles with an expert touch. He was breathing hard now and he knew Jasmine was enjoying the power she held over him at that very moment. She slowly slid her hand back up his length, encircled his cockhead with her thumb and forefinger and began to lightly pull the thin outer skin back and forth against the steel hard flesh just below. Her grip was just below his bulbous crown and as she began to move her hand in a gentle stroke, slowly at first, their lips met again in a deep passionate kiss.

The intense arousal of the past few days was coming to a head, literally, and James felt like he was going to explode. He knew what they were doing was wrong on so many levels, but at that very moment, nothing had ever seemed more right. He needed to cum and Jasmine was going to lend him a hand, so to speak.

Suddenly he felt her left hand slide between his legs and she cupped his aching balls as her right hand began to stroke at a faster tempo. Jasmine could feel his body tensing and knew from experience the signs of a male's impending orgasm. His body stiffened, his breathing became erratic, he moaned involuntarily and she felt him grabbing her ass and pulling her hair.

"Uhh, ohhh, Jasmine," he said with his eyes clenched shut. "Oh, God, don't stop. Don't..."

"Cum for me, James. I want to see you spurt. Open your eyes. Watch with me."

He opened his eyes to the incredible scene he was feeling, but now, also watching. Faster and faster her little hand pistoned up and down the tip of his shaft as she felt his balls begin to tense, followed by his whole body. And then with a cry from a higher register, followed by a deep seated groan, James felt his body spasm as a climax washed through his body like a giant wave.

"Yes, yes, yes, James!! Shoot for me!!"

She felt his body pulse and his thick cock began to throb as it erupted like Vesuvius. The first jet of hot sperm burst out of his cock like a rocket, followed by two huge spurts that shot across the narrow hallway and landed in a crazy crisscross pattern of creamy white cum all over the mirror. The next few spurts landed short and shot this way and that as Jasmine's hand jerked right through James's orgasm.

His breathing was erratic as he held onto Jasmine for dear life. She felt his fluids empty and she slowed her pace, lightened her touch, and gradually let go of his spent cock as it continued to throb in the aftermath.

"Oh my God, Jasmine," was all he could whisper. He was rendered speechless.

She knelt down momentarily and took his semi-flaccid dick in her mouth, washing his head with her tongue and gathering any cum that may have oozed out toward the end. Cleaning him thoroughly, she stood up straight and moved in for a kiss. James obliged as he tasted his own semen in her mouth.

"Mmm, I love a man who's not afraid to taste his own cum," she said with certainty. "Look at the mess you made on the mirror, James. What is the maid going to think?" she joked. "That was a very nice load, boss. I can see that it's been building up for quite some time."

"Oh, Jasmine. You have no idea," he replied. "You are something else."

"Well, I should be going. Big day tomorrow," she said matter-of-factly. James objected.

"But, Jasmine. I need to return the favor. I can't just let you go."

"No, James. Best for me to go. Believe me, if we got started, we'd be here for hours. I said I would touch you and go – and that is what I'm going to do. I'll take care of myself. We'll explore more soon enough," she said with a smile of certainty.

She straightened out her hair, adjusted her clothes and collected herself while James stood solidly against the wall, unable to move. His cock hung at half-mast and his pants lay in a heap at his feet.

"So, boss. See you at nine for breakfast?" she asked in a cheery voice, not sounding like someone who had just jerked off her boss all over a hotel mirror. James pushed off the wall, stepped out of his wadded slacks, and walked a few steps to stand in front of her.

"Yes. Tomorrow. It's going to be a very interesting day, Jasmine." He placed his hand gently on her face and looked into her eyes. "Thank you," he said simply.

"You're welcome, James. Good night."

"And good night to you, Jasmine. Sleep tight."

She gave him a soft promising kiss on the lips. And with that she turned and departed. And James slept like a baby that night.

Tuesday – Paris

Jasmine blinked as she opened her eyes to the French sunrise. This was her big day and she felt a surge of excitement course through her veins as the realization crept into her consciousness. Today was the presentation to Caresse. The thought awoke her immediately and she surveyed her surrounds – a lovely room in a romantic Parisian hotel. She arose, took a shower and dressed for a day she'd been thinking about constantly for more than a week.

She'd been vacillating on what to wear to the presentation. But as she dried off and observed herself in the mirror, she knew in her gut what the day called for. They were going to be meeting with Caresse, after all, so she felt she had to wear some of their lingerie for good luck. She chose a white lacy bra with subtle black trim and a sexy matching thong that she had worn the previous week. She remembered James ogling her in this particular combo at she stretched across the bare wood floor at the photo shoot. She liked the way the low-cut cups accentuated the swell of her breasts and the thong swept high on her hips before delving deeply to barely contain the gentle rise of her mons.

She donned both and turned before the mirror to see the result. Excellent, she thought to herself. She loved the way the thong divided and accented the soft globes of her cheeks. The whole ensemble showcased her body to perfection. She sat down at the vanity to apply her make-up and do her hair. She decided to keep it clean and simple and wanted her hair to fall in loose lustrous waves over her shoulders; studied, but as casual as possible. She slipped into a charcoal gray pencil skirt that hugged her ass and fell a little below her knees. The pinstripes accentuated the tight roundness of her curves and a dangerously long slit up the right side was a gesture toward naughtiness; an improper detail on a proper, but very tight, skirt.

As she buttoned the expensive white silk blouse – the one that Missy had insisted she include in her purchases – she smiled at the memory of her shopping spree. Buying all these expensive clothes had felt surreal at the time, but wearing them was now becoming a reality. She remembered Missy's soft touch and lingering eyes and she felt her nipples harden at the memory. She made herself a mental note to be sure and look up Missy when she returned to New York.

She left one more button than she should have undone at the top, knowing that bending over might afford a sexy view for someone before her – man or woman. She smiled at such a thought, but knew she had to be a little daring. This was, after all, a lingerie company they would be presenting to. And they'd be seeing plenty of her skin anyway in the photographs that would be unveiled later that morning. There was no need to be too shy about showing off her body, she decided..

She put on the matching jacket, short enough to clearly display her curvy ass, and hung a colorful pendant around her neck, knowing that it dangled seductively in the early crease of her cleavage. She slipped into a pair of black high heels that suddenly gave her long lithe frame an aura of overt sexuality. As long as she didn't have to walk too far or wear them for too long, the stilettos would serve the purpose well – raising and highlighting her exquisite body for all to see. She donned a pair of two inch hoop earrings and finished with a subtle spray of her favorite perfume – French, of course. She stood before her full length mirror and cast a critical eye. She felt elegant with a subtle, yet very distinct, sense of sexiness. Professional with a sensuous flair, she thought to herself. Perfect. She took a deep breath, looked at herself one more time in the mirror and left the room – ready for the day to begin.

James was already in the dining room when she entered for breakfast. He beamed approvingly at her as she felt his eyes scan the length of her lithe body.

"Good morning, kind sir," she said sweetly.

"Bon jour, Jasmine. You look like you're ready to conquer the day," he stated emphatically. "Gorgeous, just gorgeous."

"Well, thank you," she replied. Then, with a devilish twinkle in her eye, she continued. "So, have you had a chance to reflect on last night?"

James smiled at the comment and replied. "Well, I have to hand it to you for last night." He hesitated before continuing. "That was a stroke of genius," he smiled.

They both laughed at the innuendoes as the waiter approached and took their breakfast order. It was a big day for both and Jasmine felt both nervous and excited. James was dressed in black slacks, a stylish white shirt and a tightly checked sport coat that looked European in cut. His calm demeanor helped her settle down as she took a deep breath.