Sun Stories: Jazmin – Guess Girl – Chapter 6

“I trust you. I just want the feeling more than the fear I am feeling now.”

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“Charles…. I think I’m ready.”

I tap on the closed-door. It’s now 8:30pm.

“Come in, please.”

When I enter the room, Jazmin is sitting on the edge of the sun bed. Her red blouse looks angry with me because of what’s on my mind.

Jazmin’s eyes look frightened and worried. But I know from her words she wants to try.

I smile warmly and enter the room.

“You okay?”

“Yea.”

Jazmin is sitting there like a patient in a doctor’s office. The yellow towel covers her lap. She’s done everything I’ve asked her to do, and as alien as this, I feel this is how it should go down. (Literally!)

She looks beautiful, nervous, and hopeful all in the same moment. Her dark eyes are innocent and she smiles weakly.

Gone is the sultry goddess.

I like that.

I’m about to use my expertise on a neophyte. She may be breaking some rules but I think she’s tired of waiting and horny. That’s okay. I’ll help relieve her of her burden and I hope we’re not breaking any rules.

“I’m really nervous. What do I do now Charles?”

“I’m going to grab some towels for my knees. The floor is hard and I’m not getting any younger, sweetheart.”

“Okay…”

“You’re fine. Just stay there. You’re doing great.”

“I’m actually feeling excited about this now.”

“Good. That’s the way this should be, dear.”

I grab some towels from beneath the counter because I know my old knees will break on the goddamn hardwood floors. It’s weird when even when you’re in the middle of a curious sex act shit can go wrong on a functional level.

I position the fluffy towels on the floor to cushion my knees and I think we’re ready to go.

As long as Jazmin is ready to go.

Lovely Jaz is on the sunbed. She’s laying vertically across it and her legs are hanging off the edge. Her skirt is folded on the table and her panties are laying on top of them. They’re white and lacy.

Jazmin is on the sun bed and her bottom is at the edge of the bed as if she’s ready to go, but she has a yellow towel over her sex.

This is a side of our clients I should never see. But here we are. There’s some mad extortion shit going down right now. It’s a mess I need to get myself out of because I need to protect the salon. (Yea, right.)

But my heart wants to please Jazmin. It’s like a mission to me. That’s how I’m a giver and a pleaser of girls. It sounds juvenile, but that’s how I am with women. I live to please and love them. I ‘ll give all until there’s nothing left of me. (Michelle knew this about me)

I slowly walk into room 9 and Jazmin is lying back on the bed. Her caramel thighs are spread and the little yellow towel is draped between her legs.

She looks really beautiful and vulnerable. Here is a girl who’s a business person and is the sole architect of this unique sexual predicament.

“I’m ashamed about how you’ll feel when you see me.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, Jaz.”

“But maybe I’m not as pretty and prim as girls you know.”

“Breathe, Jaz. I’m here to bring you joy for a few minutes if you still want it. The way you look has nothing to do with how happy you’ll be.”

“What if I have an ugly sex? No man will want that.”

“Okay. Breathe. There’s no such thing as that. That’s just how you’re made and it doesn’t matter. All women are different and all beautiful.  There are no ugly girl parts! Men love them all and are just happy to spend time with you.”

“Okay. I’m so stupid.”

“No. You’re a lovely woman. You’re learning things about yourself right now.”

“Okay… So what now….?

Jazmin was sitting on the edge of the sun bed. She was dressed from the waist up like I told her. I saw her skirt folded on the table and her panties folded on her skirt. (My eyes dart back and forth to consume the memory) I could see she had taken a towel from the sink outside the room and put it under herself as a little cushion. She also had another towel in her lap covering herself. But I couldn’t see anything. At this moment, we’re all business and nerves.

“Okay, Charles… So I’m scared. Thank you for turning the music back on. Shall we get to it?” She started to cry a little bit.

“Aww Jaz… You don’t have to do this. You can go home right now. I mean it.” (I’m actually tearing up) She’s completely covered by the towel but her skirt and panties are off and she’s only covered by a little hand towel.

This has to be incredibly difficult for her. Gone is the cocky woman I met a few weeks ago.

“I’m scared Charles, but I’m excited and I’m thinking I’m ready for the thing you do.”

“Okay. Time for the thing you asked for Jazmin.”

“Wait.”

“Yes… love?”

“I’m afraid to look upon you when you perform this act upon me.”

“Well… look away, dear. Because it’ll be magical and you don’t need to see it to feel it.”

“Wait.”

“What dear?”

“What if you wear a blindfold so you don’t have to look upon me. Then you won’t see my  sex.”

“I need to see what I’m doing , Jaz. I can’t please you blindly. It’s impossible. I need to see what I’m doing.”

 (Total bold-faced life. I can totally eat a sweet box with zero vision. I’ve done it since the 70’s in the dark.)

“Okay, what if I wear a blindfold so I only feel it and never see it?”

“That’s up to you Jaz.”

“I want that. Let me only feel the tactile. I want to see nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

I hate this interruption, but I have to do what must be done, and I go to room 5 and grab a tie I left hanging in there from my old corporate days.

 

I return to room 9 with my nervous girl.

“Ready? I have this.” I hold the black and red tie my daughter gave me for my birthday years ago.

“Mm, hmm” she murmurs to me….. accepting the inevitably of her twisted wish.

“You okay?”

“Yes. I’m ready.”

“Everything’s fine. You’re almost there, Jazmin.” I say, as I tie the fabric over her eyes covering her vision from what I’m about to do to her.

This act has just heightened the experience for me. More control.

Now we have a perfectly beautiful 24-year-old girl blindfolded on a sunbed with her pants off and her legs spread prepared for the inevitable.

“Are you okay, Jaz?”

“Yes. It’s better this way. If I can’t see I will be less ashamed.”

“Do you feel safe?”

“I do. I trust you. I just want the feeling more than the fear I’m feeling now.”

“That’s good Jazmin. Just breathe. It’s going to be nice.”

I step back for a moment. Here is a young Persian beauty that was going to blackmail me because of something she saw, and now has turned it into a secret desire. I’m in a classic predicament here.

She’s gorgeous and sitting in bed 9. No pants on. Legs spread and now blindfolded for the taking. This is beyond anything I could have imagined happening in my life. But I want to do it. Jazmin is ready. She wants me to perform. I’m a pleaser and a giver and I’m used to this with whoever I’m with.

I have to do this.

Kita’s face appears in my mind. Giggling and squealing. I push her vision aside.

We’ve reached critical mass.

I just need to drop to my knees and do what I’m good at.

I feel a twinge of guilt.

I push it away.

“Okay, Charles.” She is breathing heavily and my lovely girl leans back and spreads her legs wider.

“Help me.”

“Okay, Jazmin.”

I slowly pull the towel away to reveal the beauty we are both about to receive.

The blog writes itself…

 

 

 

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Sun Stories: Jazmin – Guess Girl – Chapter 5

I’m wiping down the counter when Jaz enters the salon. Here is one of the prettiest women I’ve ever met and there’s such a penalty hanging on my head on this one.

It’s not a free tanning session. (I do that one all of the time and they all buy packages) I buy upgrades for the pretty girls I like. This is a brand new situation. This is a foreign lady who has caught me in a comprising position with a girl in the gym and is prepared to expose me on Yelp and social media if I don’t comply with her orders.

It all seems weird to me and I’m having oceans of anxiety about this incident. I wish it all never happened.

I’m wiping down the Alpha 6800 when Jazmin had entered the salon at 7:45. Fifteen minutes before closing. She looks stunning. Vermillion blouse, black pencil skirt, and heels. Her legs are bare and stunning.

“Hi, Charles. How are you?”

“I’m good.” (I want to sound enthusiastic for her so it’s not weird.)

“I’m so tired today.”

“Well corporate America can be a bitch!” (I’ve worked in the corporate rat race since the 80’s, so I really know)

“Well, have you decided?”

“I have.”

“What is you answer, Charles?”

 

“Yes… You’re lovely Jazmin. How can I refuse your request?”

It’s been an unconventional request but some of the best things in my life have come to me when I least expected them. Actually all of the most magical moments have come to me in unexpected ways.

“So yes… I will do whatever you want, Jazmin”.

 

God, this girl is on the right side of thirty and really pretty. I can’t believe the crazy things that have happened to me working at this salon.

Thank you Achilles.

 

The salon is now closed. The silence surrounds me.

Should I turn the music back on?

I decide to leave it off unless Jaz asks for it. I call her Jaz because I’m about to become intimate with a client and it’s wrong.

How can I even say that after what happened between me and Kita? (See: Kita – Reckoning and Double Dip)

Jazmin goes tanning and after about fifteen minutes comes out of the Cadillac.  (We call that sunbed that because when it’s closed it looks like the front of an old Caddy.) She looks amazing. Her skin is darker and she’s just gorgeous.

“Where do you want me?”

This is insane.

“Go ahead and have a seat on the sun bed in room 9.”

I can just get down on my knees to do the deed.

I actually hate calling it the deed. Because I’m the benefactor here. A super beautiful girl holding me hostage to go down her. How bad is my life?

I stop by room 9.

“Charles, I’m frightened.”

“Then you can go now and we’ll never speak of this, Jaz.” (I’d never force a girl to do something she didn’t want to do.)

 

“I want this. But now I am feeling so much fear. Can you help me?”

 

“Jaz… you opened this event. Reach into yourself. You really want it to happen, right?”

“Y…yes.”

“It’s going to be so nice and you’re not comprising your virginity or your virtue. You’re just going to have some good feelings and then you’re done.”

I am literally Dr. Love in this moment. This extortionist that has tried to pull some blackmail sex on me is now feeling nervous and scared.

If Jazmin will just relax, she’ll have a feeling she’s never known.

Jazmin is a virgin, so I need to go very slowly and be really gentle.

She’s sitting on the edge of the sun bed when I reach the doorway. I’ve brought a chair with me and I put it outside of the room in the hallway. I sit down. I don’t enter the room. The room is small and she’s going to need her space at the beginning of this event.

“I’m really scared. I can’t do this.”

“Okay. What do you want to do? Jaz, we don’t have to do anything. It’s okay.

“I think I need a moment. I still want to have this feeling, but I just need a moment.”

(Which could mean: Never.)

“Just breathe, dear.”

Jazmin takes a deep breath.

“In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Slowly.”

“Thank you for being so patient with me.”

This is a completely different woman than the one I met the other day. She seemed so confident and almost arrogant in regard to what she was demanding from me. Now she’s sitting here like a frightened teenager.

This is going to totally suck if she doesn’t pull herself together.

“Jaz. You can trust me. We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do. You’re just having a little stage fright. You decided you wanted to experience this feeling and here we are.”

“You’re right. Thank you.”

She seemed to be calming down.

“I assure you, Jazmin. You’re going to enjoy this experience. I know what I’m doing in this department. You’ve witnessed my work first hand. It’s just one of the many services I offer at this fine salon.”

She cracks up. That’s exactly what I was going for. Bring in a little humor to get them giggling to lower the tension.

“You’re so funny. Okay. Let’s do this.”

“Okay.” I remain seated. No need to rush.

“Wait.”

“Yes, dear.”

“How do we do this? Should I remove my skirt or just hike it up?”

“To provide the maximum amount of freedom of movement I would recommend you remove the garment. But when you do that, I’m going to close the door so that you can disrobe in private. You’ll also want to remove your undergarments as well. Then I would ask that you take that yellow towel over there on the table, and place it over your pelvis to cover yourself. I’ll come back when you’re ready.

“Okay…”

I think she was surprised at my tact. But it’s how I operate. This is a serious, life changing transaction. It has to be right for Jazmin. I can’t have a misstep here.

I return to the chair. I can hear her removing her skirt. Then the sound of her panties slipping down her slender caramel thighs.

I’m performing a sexual act under duress, but at the same time I’m trembling with excitement with what I’m about to do. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. To orally pleasure a beautiful virgin. I’ve relieved several women of the burden of virginity. I’ve been gentle and loving every time. This is no different. I will do my absolute best to bring Jazmin to orgasm as many times as her body and mind will allow for the very first time.

All without penetrating her.

I’ve got this.

I’ll be honored if she goes through with this. She could open the door fully clothed and call off the whole thing. Then what happens? Do we try again? Does she go with the evil Yelp review, contact the authorities, or just drop this matter entirely? I’m sitting here in the quiet salon.

It’s as silent as a morgue.

What am I doing? I should put the music back on. Just to create some atmosphere in this weird moment, I run to the front and hit the tablet. I pick an internet station that sounds like something sensuous.

I slowly walk down the long hallway back to the chair outside of room 9. I sit once again and wait.

“Charles?”

“Yes, Jazmin.” (Can she hear my heart beating?)

 

“I think I’m ready…”

 

 

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