Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 85

Submissive Slut (EP3)

Jasmine

As soon as I heard his voice, I knew who it was without turning around. My knees weakened and I instantly had butterflies in my stomach, just like I had back in grade twelve when he asked me out after a basketball game. I nervously turned around. "Hi, Mike."

He looked better than I could have imagined. He had bulked up a fair amount and his dazzling smile still had me hypnotized.

Mike

Funny how time has a way of changing your memories. I forgot all her annoying habits and her excessive anxiety issues and remembered fondly, almost longingly, the good times.

We chatted briefly about why we were both here and I suggested we meet the next day for supper.

Jasmine

As soon as he suggested we meet for supper, tomorrow, Valentine's Day, my emotions went ballistic. I was excited and scared, but attempted to show neither as I agreed, "That would be great."

His smile never flickered. "Excellent. There is an amazing restaurant across the street. I'll meet you in the lobby at 5:30 tomorrow."

"Ok," I replied, attempting to hide my giddiness.

He started toward the elevator before he stopped and added, in a rather authoritative tone, "The place is pretty nice, pumpkin, so dress up."

He turned around and disappeared in the elevator. I received my room key and headed to the elevator, my head spinning while I tried to read into Mike's intentions.

Mike

I am not even completely sure I know my intentions. Do I want her back? I don't think so, but maybe. Do I want to fuck her tomorrow? Hell, yeah. But mostly I want to test my theory of her submissiveness. Telling her what to wear was step one. She knows I like pantyhose and stockings. I always expected her to be wearing thigh high stockings when we were in public, just as a tease or for easy access to her private area if I was so inclined. I

for something more? And if he wanted something more, was he looking for a one-nighter or to rekindle our past relationship? His tone showed a hint of aggression, like he had on rare occasions when we were

want? Oh sure, I wanted to fuck him badly,

like I often did. My fantasy was of Mike forcefully taking advantage of me. It was a fantasy

scenarios in my head, all, of course, ended with her and me in bed. One thing certain was that when Jasmine got drunk she got ridiculously horny and way more adventurous. The plan was simple: a great meal, a shitload of wine, a play and a lengthy fuck session back at the hotel. If I was

that told Mike I was willing and able. I spent over an hour choosing the right ensemble. The perfect ensemble was a silver dress long enough to be formal, but with a provocative slit for

Mike

sexy dress, dark stockings and open toe heels, she was obviously dressed for me. My confidence blossomed as every assumption I had made was right

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I saw him in a tie, I got a chill up my back. He knows that I have a weakness for guys dressed up all preppy.

me, "You

and returned one back. "You look pretty damn good yourself,

all the opening bullshit

entwined his fingers with mine like we had so many

"Oh Mike, you are back in town." Once she saw me her tone and facial expression changed from flirtatious and

when he pulled the chair out for me, something

Mike

minutes drinking, eating and catching up, ignoring the underlying sexual tension that was clearly resonating between us. Her father was doing well after surgery on his knee, her three sisters were all doing things

leg. Jasmine

my stocking foot to tease him. His startled expression was well worth it and he stared at me smugly as my foot found its way under his pant leg. I wondered what he was thinking and decided to find out. I finished the second

you?" I teased, my foot slowly caressing

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