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