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

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

Did he just want to have supper and catch up or was he hoping 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 together, so I assumed he was thinking of getting a little action

to

of me. It

variety of posssible 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 right, Jasmine would go shopping today and purchase a whole new wardrobe for tonight's date. She would have either a dress

outfit that would work for the classy supper or the outfit 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 temptation, with beige thigh highs and matching three inch heels with open toe, for his weird stocking toe fetish. After a long shower, I painted my nails ruby red and got dressed. I wore my hair down, just

Mike

she was obviously dressed

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my back. He knows that I have a weakness for

"You

the compliment and returned one

all the opening bullshit

hand, entwined his fingers with mine like we had so many times before. To me it

ridiculously pretty, busty, redheaded maitre d' greeted Mike, "Oh Mike, you are back in town." Once she saw me her tone and facial expression changed from flirtatious and sweet to possessive and resentful. I liked the look. It meant I was a threat to her. I smiled my fake smile, which I hope told her 'I'm fucking him

table and I was pleasantly surprised when he pulled the chair out for me, something he had never often done

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 I instantly forgot and she was now the head of her English Department. I was just taking the first bite of my steak when I felt her stocking foot search for the

leg. Jasmine

foot found its way under his pant leg. I wondered what he was thinking

teased, my foot slowly caressing

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