Day three and hanging with Jasmine. (Very different.)

After such a deep and satisfying day with Darcie, Spencer was able to sleep almost entirely dream free for the night. Waking up, he felt as refreshed as he could remember in a very long time. The sensation reminding him of some of the very first nights he’d spent in the farmhouse after moving out of the city. The place had been a ramshackle mess back them and Amy had practically hated it. Still; Spencer, Amy and the farmhouse had come a long way since then.

With another day to himself with no plans, Spencer recalled that when he’d spoken to his old school friend Jasmine last, she’d said that they should hang out for longer next time. Spencer thought that she might be hinting that she wanted to take things further than the kiss they’d shared on the doorstep of her house the previous week when he’d gone over to her place. Even if he was completely misinterpreting it, it would be nice just to see his old friend anyway. He would give her a call and see if she was free today after dropping Amy off at school.

Jasmine was in her pyjamas packing something for her wife Amber when she heard the buzzing of her phone on the kitchen bench. Picking it up to see who it was, Jasmine felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Spencer’s name come up. Jasmine didn’t know why she was hiding things from her wife but she’d still not told Amber about running into her old school crush here in Avonwick. Jasmine could hear the water of the shower still running in the upstairs bathroom so she answered Spencer’s call quietly.

“Hello,” Jasmine said just barely more than a whisper.

“Hey, Jasmine. Sorry is this a bad time again?” Spencer asked at the quieted sound of her voice.

“No, not at all. I’m really glad you called,” Jasmine replied sounding a little bit more like herself.

“Oh great. I was just calling to see if you felt like that longer hang out today?” Spencer hoped he hadn’t put any sort of connotation on the words ‘longer hang out’.

Jasmine heard the shower switch off just then before she blurted back out, “sure. I’d love to. Send me your address and I’ll be there in about an hour,” and she hung up.

Amber came out of the steamy confines of the bathroom with her wet hair wrapped up in a towel and another one around her tall curvy body. She was surprised to see Jasmine changing out of the pyjamas she’d worn to bed last night and into different clothes.

“I thought you were going to stay in today?” she asked her little Asian wife.

“Hey. No. I was looking in the fridge then when I made your lunch and were getting low so I thought I’d go do some groceries today instead. I can drive you to work and use the car afterwards,” Jasmine said. The lie coming easily to her.

The two women getting dressed in companionable silence. Jasmine choosing to wear her favourite Ugg boots along with a small pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a simple black singlet with a longer red flannel shirt over the top.

After dropping Amber off at her tattoo studio in town, Jasmine doubled the car back around but instead of heading for the grocers, she made a quick stop at the pharmacy in town. Her heart was racing as Jasmine checked to see if she was the only person in the store before she snatched a packet of condoms off the shelf and hurried them to the counter. She knew even to be buying something like that was completely wrong of her. What would Amber think of her? She tried to convince herself she hadn’t truly made up her mind to cheat and sleep with Spencer and these were only for a hypothetical just-in-case scenario but it wasn’t any comfort to her.

Jasmine could see that she would be almost exactly on time as she followed the route google maps had brought up on her phone to Spencer’s house. The stomach-churning doubt she felt in her gut was replaced with excitement all through her chest at the thought of being invited into Spencer’s inner sanctum.

She followed the gravelled drive all the way to the front door and parked outside. Her Ugg’s crunching on the small pebbles as she came and rang the doorbell. Spencer soon answered with that same warm smile she had known for decades and that sent her knees week. She wanted to jump up into his arms now and wrap her legs around him but she held back and settled for a simple hug instead.

Spencer had to make sure his hips were a little back from Jasmine’s as he stopped to hug her, otherwise, she would be alerted to the fact he was almost instantly hard again from the moment the doorbell had rung and he’d opened the door to see him. His little Asian friend looking incredible in her simple and casual outfit. Her relaxed nature at seeing Spencer putting him back into the memory of the two of them as friends in high school.

“Jazzy! So good to see you again. Come in. I’m so glad we get the chance to hang out again,” Spencer said as he ushered her into the house.

“Me too! I really love catching up,” Jasmine countered as she was drawn into the reworked farmhouse.

The entryway from the front door led them both into the main living room that divided the lower half of the house between Spencer’s and Amy’s sides. The common living area where they would watch movies together by the bit wood fire. The embers of the fire glowing warm orange coals against the winter chill right now.

“This place Spencer. Oh my God!” Jasmine gushed causing Spencer’s grin to grow even larger.

Danielle had much the same sort of response the first time she’d come over and Spencer knew how well that night had gone.

Starting the tour, Spencer pointed out where Amy’s rooms were but didn’t bother leading Jasmine that way. He instead brought her through the living room, along the corridor to his side of the house. He thought it would be a bit tactless to lead her straight to his bedroom so just pointed out his study and then his room before moving on into the kitchen.

“I would die for a kitchen like this!” Jasmine practically boiled with envy. Darting off to touch each and every surface and appliance in his kitchen.

“That’s right. You went to chef school after we graduated,” Spencer recalled. In all honesty, the appliances were largely wasted on Spencer but he’d bought the top of the line home versions of commercial cookware. Jasmine was certain to recognise the name brands. “Did you want to try it out?” Spencer had said as a joke.

Jasmine gasped at the idea. “Can I? Really?”

“I mean sure. I don’t know what I actually have in the fridge but if you can work something out with what I’ve got, go for it.” Spencer threw his hands up in the air. If It made Jasmine happy, he was more than happy for her to use as much of his kitchen as she wanted.

Rifling through his fridge, pantry and freezer, Jasmine was able to come up with the ingredients she needed. Pulling frozen blackberries, butter, flour and a few other staples together, Jasmine declared, “ooh, I really want to do some baking! Make us some coffees and I’ll get started.”

Spencer could work his coffee machine at least. Putting two cups under the dripper to collect the black liquid, he set about steaming the milk. Taking his cup, he watched as Jasmine first started working on the blackberries on his cooktop. She heated them up in a large saucepan before adding sugar, lemon zest and some other things. Leaving them to cool when they were done, Jasmine then started to work on making pastry dough.

She had all the ingredients she needed in a big mixing bowl but the kitchen benches were too high for her to properly work the dough together. “Don’t just sit there. Come and help me,” she commanded with a smile.

Getting up from the table, Spencer came around behind Jasmine. With his arms around hers, he dug his hands into the mixture and copied what she was doing. “Like this?” he asked.

Encased in his big arms, Jasmine couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip as Spencer pressed himself against her. She sighed as she leaned herself back against his tall body. Leaning over as he was to reach the bowl, Spencer’s groin was at just the right level to be pressing into Jasmine’s tight and perky behind in her little denim shorts. Before she knew it, Jasmine was pressing her arse back onto Spencer’s swelling cock, grinding his rigid length between her cheeks.

“Just like this?” Spencer asked as he leant forward even more to breathe huskily against Jasmine’s ear.

“Don’t stop kneading,” she told him with a rasp.

“Kneading like this?” Spencer said as he took his hands out of the bowl and placed them on top of Jasmine’s breasts cupping them.

“Oh Spencer!” she moaned as she reached a hand back between them, searching for the cock she felt jutting into her.

Their groans joined with each other for a moment longer until Jasmine said damn it to the dough and turned to face Spencer. She reached up to kiss him, her tongue finding his instantly as he cupped the little Asian woman by the arse and lifted her up onto the bench in front of him, pushing the pastry bowl out of the way. They ravenously devoured each other until Jasmine had to push him away from her neck.

“This needs half an hour in the fridge,” she declared forcing Spencer back out of her work area for the time being.

Packing the dough into clingfilm, Jasmine put it away to chill and rest before returning her attention to Spencer. Both of them had flour marks on their bodies, Jasmines worse than Spencer’s. It wouldn’t matter for much longer as she picked up her purse and guided the two of them towards Spencer’s bedroom.

Discarding the dirty clothes onto the floor beside the bed, Spencer picked her back up again and this time set her back down on his big king-sized bed. The petite Asian woman was dwarfed by the enormous bedding. Jasmine cupped her legs around the back of Spencer’s thighs as he pressed down on top of her. Their underwear was the only thing between each other as they kissed and ground their bodies together. Jasmine starting to softly moan in passionate calls as her bra was discarded and Spencer started to suck gently on her darkened and pointed nipples. Her pussy was wetter than she could ever remember if being, even with her wife Amber if she could think of her wife at all during this.

She couldn’t wait any longer to get Spencer’s cock free of his boxer’s. Her own panties were added to the discard pile on the floor as his soon joined hers. Chest to chest, Jasmine gently stroke Spencer’s more than impressive manhood as a hand of his own slithered between her thighs. His fingertips tickling the wet channel of her slit as she stroked and cupped his balls. She wanted to take Spencer inside her mouth but he beat her to the punch by being the first to move their faces down south between the other’s legs. Spencer’s hands were on the outside of Jasmine’s thigh as he started to lick and lap at her swollen labia. The Asian girl moaning now close to the top of her lungs as Spencer sucked and ate at her pussy. Jasmine knew good pussy eating and this was just that. She couldn’t control her hips as she bucked away at Spencer’s face. Her pussy was never not in motion as she rolled her hips against his tongue. Spencer’s hot attention to her throbbing clit had her screaming his name as she came with an intensity she hadn’t felt in years as she erupted on his face. Spencer licking every scrap of drool her quivering quim lay about on his face. His mouth and chin were covered in her sticky cum as he rose back up to kiss her on the lips once again.

Jasmine just wanted to lie there in absolute ecstasy but she had a favour to return. Rolling the large man onto his back, she straddled his hips, cock slapping against her cunny in a way that sent waves of delirium through her body. Lord, to have that inside her later she thought! Much like Spencer had done, Jasmine kissed and sucked her way down his body. Delighting in the way he giggled and went ticklish as she sucked his hard little nipples. Lower and lower until she was face first with the most incredible cock she had seen in her life. Her mouth already drooling in anticipation, Jasmine moaned in pure delight as she took his crown in her mouth and sucked experimentally at the flavour. Fresh, manly and utterly delicious unlike any woman. Jasmine tried to unhinge her jaw as she set about sucking this monster of a cock.

Spencer didn’t even care that Jasmine couldn’t fit more than a little over half his long length in her mouth at once. She salivated on his fleshy tent pole bobbing and gagging on it in pure abandonment. The shy girl he had spent seven minutes locked in a wardrobe with, replaced by a hunger succubus that lived to feed on his dick. Spencer wasn’t sure if he had lasted a full seven minutes before he pulled Jasmine’s head off his cock in mercy. He knew he would cum if she kept going and wanted to feel himself inside her at least once before he did. As Jasmine kissed him with saliva wettened lips of her own this time, she told Spencer, “I’ll be back in five minutes. Pastry has to blind bake for 30 minutes.”

Spencer had just enough time to see as the tattooed girl jumped off the bed and disappeared out the bedroom door and back into the kitchen. His cock twitching in regret at seeing her go. At least he could use the time to get his stamina back.