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Jasmine II
By Paris Waterman

On A Late Wednesday Afternoon


Warren left the elevator and entered the lobby. Glancing at his Rolex, he 
found it was four-thirty and the onset of Manhattan's rush hour exodus. He 
didn't hear her approach from behind.

"Got a match handsome?"

Gracefully, he pivoted around and held a cigarette lighter out to her face.

"Just kidding, Warren," Jasmine said, inwardly admiring his poise.

He shrugged and said, "I've always wanted to do that. Saw it in a movie 
somewhere, 'Captain Gallant' maybe."

"Was there ever such a movie?" she smiled seemingly on the verge of giggling 
like a preteen.

"Ahh, I dunno." Almost dreamily he added, "Maybe, maybe it was something 
else. But it was either Errol Flynn or Tyrone Power."

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he asked, "Ready?"

"Oh, yes," and Jasmine took his extended arm in hers and they left the 
building.

Minutes later they were seated side by side in a booth in a quiet Chinese 
restaurant, poring over huge red menus. He peered over the menu at her and 
said, "God you're something. You really are something."

"Changing your mind?"

Warren's expression grew somber and he turned away from her, staring out at 
the bar.

"Warren, you're making this a sad, bleak date. It doesn't have to be that 
way."

Her hand rested on his and he turned and looked at her.

"We've still got most of tonight. His flight gets in at Seven-thirty AM." 
Jasmine said in a quietly plaintive voice.

Unconsciously Warren began stroking his leg, not too far removed from his 
crotch.

"Want me to help you out there?" Jasmine smiled as if joking but licking her 
lips all the same.

"It . . . its got to me that's all," he said like a stubborn child. Still, 
he continued to drift closer to his member. She shifted and moved a little 
closer to him in the booth.

"What is it the French say? 'To say goodbye is to die a little.' "

"Ohhh, don't talk that way, you'll make me cry." She feigned a pout, and 
said "And I'm wearing at least two pounds of mascara. Please,take pity on 
me."

He laughed, sipped his drink and carefully put it down precisely on the 
watermarked circle in the middle of his coaster. "Don't you go getting 
emotional on me," he said. "I've got all I can handle controlling myself."

"I won't Warren," she said softly.

The waiter stood by unobtrusively until they became aware of his presence 
and they ordered. The ordered enough for six people even though they weren't 
hungry at all. The large quantity of food served to detract from the 
emotional roller coaster both were riding.

Suddenly Warren burst out with, "What about me Jazz, how about the way I 
feel?"

"Warren . . ." was all she could say without losing control.

His hand moved deftly to her inner thigh, lighting a fuse within her. He 
remembered earlier, happier times and trying to recapture them moved his 
other hand up until he felt the curve of her breast. Jasmine turned slightly 
so that it rested against his palm. His other hand pressed against her mons 
and she trembled slightly.

"Did you know Warren, I knew you were going to be a great lay the first time 
I saw you?"

Jasmine's thighs parted to grant him greater access to do whatever he wanted 
to do with her.

"Oh?" he said startled. Jasmine seldom acted in an uninhibited fashion.

"You mean you wanted me to give you the old little of this, a little of that 
and a whole lot of calimar before a proper introduction was made?"

She was still laughing at his remark when the waiter approached and began 
serving their food. As they sampled their fare, Jasmine thought back to that 
first time. Her husband had insisted she accompany him to a dinner honoring 
a colleague who was moving to Memphis. She hadn't known it would be a roast. 
Warren had been a sensation in berating the guest of honor with what were 
obviously carefully constructed, piercing, almost diabolical jabs about his 
sex drive and preferences. To her surprise, everyone, including the guest of 
honor, loved his performance.

"Want to meet him?" Her husband asked.

"The guest of honor? God no," she replied, making a face.

"No, gracious no." He pointed toward the Master of Ceremonies.
"Warren, the young man who ripped Jeffery to pieces and made him love it. 
He'll get a promotion out of this. No one else had the gumption to do it."

"He sounds like an interesting person." Jasmine said, taking another look at 
him, a longer, introspective look. That's when she first thought he'd be a 
great lay, even before she'd met him.

His hand cupped her mound again; his finger idly traced her dampened folds 
beneath the dress. She put her napkin down after carefully dabbing at her 
mouth.

"Would you like me to suck you here Warren?" Her voice quivered with lust.

"Yes, but first tell me how you knew I was going to be a great lay."

Her legs were spread a little wider now and his finger pushed harder against 
her, denied access only by the material of her dress. She grimaced knowing a 
wet spot might be evident on rising from the table.

"Just a moment darling," and glancing around the room to ensure no one was 
watching,took the napkin and shoved it under her dress and sat on it, hoping 
it would absorb whatever leaked from her while Warren had his way.

"You fooled me there. Please, lift up again. I've got something for you," he 
said half-seriously.

She complied with his request and seconds later thrilled to the touch of his 
finger entering her.

"Whew! That was quick."

"I'm known far and wide for never missing an opportunity," he said in a poor 
imitation of Bogart. "Just a second, I think you're gonna have a bit more 
company sweetheart," and two more fingers joined the first.

"Just don't try to get your whole damn arm in there Bogey baby," Jasmine 
said in a tremulous tone as she shifted her behind to allow him a better 
angle.

Switching to an equally poor Jimmy Stewart, he countered with,"J...
J . . . Jus . . . Just don . . . don't crush muh hand with that nutcracker. 
Now, now be real careful . . . you're playin' with dynamite there."

Her eyes closed as he reached a point where his fingers seemed to be 
everywhere. And his thumb . . . his talented, oh so skillful thumb was 
toying with her clit.

Quickly, she picked up his napkin and bit down on it to stifle a moan. He 
felt her thighs quiver and knew she was close, and intensified his actions.

"Talk to me baby," he said; his brow covered with perspiration, for what he 
was doing was not easy. "Tell me how you knew."

She fought off her climax momentarily and answered him. "Didn't you?"

"Confused, Warren said, "Didn't I what?'

A moan escaped her lips and she was furious at the betrayal. Her faced 
reddened as she realized she was now the focal point of several other 
patrons. One young couple she was positive could actually see Warren's hand 
moving in and out of her.

Gritting her teeth, she spat out, "Think about fucking me . . .?"

"Uh no, but that was only . . . do you like this . . . this here?"

He'd grazed her clit with his thumb and she couldn't hold off any longer. 
Her orgasm took over and she shook uncontrollably.

Surprisingly, both ordered dessert afterward. And a strange, but attractive 
woman handed Warren her card as they were leaving to return to Jasmine's 
place. She would have been disappointed to see him tear it up and let it 
fall to the pavement only two steps outside the restaurant. Jasmine smiled 
to herself, "Damn it, but you're a good guy Warren," she thought as a cab 
pulled up along side them and  brought them back to Jasmine's brownstone.

  *****************************************************************
6:35 AM:
As the morning light peeked in through the shades, Warren, barely conscious, 
blinked and then opened his eyes for good. He turned his head and saw her 
lying on her side. The sheet was down around her waist. He admired the curve 
of her breast and thought back to the night before. He pulled the sheet up 
to her neck and smoothed it lightly on her back. Jasmine turned on her side, 
eyes closed. Moving closer, Warren wrapped his arms around her and gently 
placed his hand on the cool skin of her naked breast. She reached up 
and,with equal gentleness removed it.

Her voice was soft gravel. "If you need a hand warmer, get your own."

Okay, he said pleasantly,I need a shower anyway. Lithly demonstrating his 
athleticism, he rose gracefully from the bed and sauntered into the 
bathroom.

"Don't use all the hot water, Warren," she called out, smiling contentedly 
before turning her face back into the comfortable goose feathered pillow and 
several precious more minutes of sleep.

7:05 AM:
Warren's skin was flushed pink from the hot shower as he reached for the 
toothpaste in the drawer beside the sink, lying on top of her birth-control 
pills. He smeared some on her brush and stuck it in his mouth. Brushing 
rapidly, he glanced at the glazed shower door where Jasmine stood with her 
head tilted back, water beating on the front of her neck, a bar of soap in 
both hands between her breasts. She turned her shoulder to the stream and 
lathered her body carefully. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped 
herself in her oversized white terry-cloth robe, then ran a wide-toothed 
comb through her hair. They moved toward each other automatically.

"Shall we begin the day with a . . ."

She interrupted him by allowing her robe to fall open and put her palm on 
his cheek and kissed him lightly. He was admiring her midriff and tiny waist 
and the gentle curves of muscle around her belly when she placed her hands 
around his neck and applied sufficient pressure to compel his head down, 
down, down. The robe slipped from her shoulders and lay at her feet.

"Breakfast is served," she said gleefully, leaning back as far as she could 
as his hands cupped her firm behind and his hot breath mixed with the heat 
emanating from her pussy. She ran her fingernails along his chest, down his 
stomach, down his hips to the top of his thighs.

Warren groaned and lifted her up, thinking to himself; "she's made of velvet 
and porcelain" and buried his face in her pussy before carrying her to the 
bedroom and the rumpled bed.

7:17 AM:
Jasmine squatted above him; her trembling fingers clasped his cock firmly 
and placed it inside her. She was just gathering her rhythm when both heard 
the sound of a door closing.

Jasmine's hand went to her mouth and she bit down on her fingers to keep 
from screaming in fear.

"He's home!" My God Warren, he's home!"

Warren vaulted off the bed, but caught his scrotum on the small metal 
railing at the foot of the bed. His momentum caused his balls to be torn 
open and the pain was unbelievably intense. Still, Warren kept going, 
scooping up his clothes, socks, and shoes before opening the window and 
leaping out to the ground ten feet below.

Warren realized he'd sprained an ankle, and badly at that, but hobbled nude 
to his car, opened the door, and drove out of the parking space without 
difficulty.

Back in the bedroom Jasmine threw her robe on the floor to cover the spots 
of blood there. Then she quickly lay back on the bed and feigned awakening 
as the bedroom door opened and her husband walked in.

"Sleeping in the nude Jasmine?" he said curiously.

"It's the damn heat." She said yawning. First I opened the window, then I 
stripped. Nothing seemed to help. I'm glad you're home Richard. Now I know 
I'll sleep tonight."

"I don't understand," Richard said, puzzled. "Why not just turn up the A/C?

Everything unravelled as Richard stepped around the bed to kiss her. There 
on the floor was a sizable trail of blood leading to the window that Jasmine 
had missed.

"You lying cunt," he spat out. And the rage swept over him. "Who?"

"What are yo . . . you talking about?" Jasmine asked, not having seen the 
bloody trail.

Richard started to slap her across the face, but caught himself.

"Who are you whoring with?" He asked, his face was beet red and spittle had 
formed on his lips.

He raised his arm again, but Jasmine warded him off by replying, "Warren. It 
was Warren."

"Warren?" Richard's arm dropped to his side. "That little prick? Warren . . 
. the . . . the guy who MC'd the roast?"

"Yes," she sobbed hoping he was over the worst of his anger.

"Get dressed," Richard ordered.

"Okay, okay, Richard. I'll get dressed. Would you . . . like coffee?"

"Get dressed and get out. I won't live with a whore."

"Richard!" The alarm in her voice only served to inflame his anger more.

"Now! Get dressed or not I don't care, but get out! Get out! Get out!"

Quickly Jasmine gathered several items in her arms and left the room.

She was in the kitchen, crying while pulling on her slacks when she heard 
it. Afterward, she thought about it again and again. It wasn't a loud sound, 
more like a muffled thud, only she heard it twice. She ran to the bedroom 
and found Richard sprawled across the bed, his head and left arm on the 
floor. Eyes wide open, mouth agape, Richard had suffered a massive heart 
attack. Jasmine screamed and screamed and screamed.

Eventually, the police broke down the door.

8:10 AM:
Warren reached the emergency room driveway and managed to get out of his 
car. In fact he was struggling to pull on his pants when spotted by a guard 
who summoned help. The next thing he knew he was on a bed being hooked up to 
an intravenous feeder, with nurses and interns surrounding him. Several were 
talking at once.

"What happened to you?"

"What's your name?"

"Your health coverage is with whom?"

"How did this happen?"

"Get his temperature Grace."

"Never saw one quite like that before."

"Are you suicidal?"

"Can you recall your Social Security Number?"

"Shut the fuck up, all of you!" Warren screamed in both pain and 
frustration, "Get my wallet, it's in my pants. Everything you need to know 
about me and my health coverage is in there. Next what happened is . . . 
embarrassing. I'd like anyone not directly involved with my treatment to get 
the hell out of here."

Several people left. Four remained.

"I think I tore my nuts off," he said bleakly to those remaining.
"But I'm not sure, I hope not."

"Nurse get me set up to administer a shot for tetanus," a young doctor 
ordered; already making several vital decisions about the injury requiring 
treatment. ”Now, Mr.?" he said tersely and waited.

"Ammerman, Warren Ammerman. Christ, am I still bleeding like a stuck pig?"

"No, the compress has stopped the flow of blood and nature's doing its job 
by coagulating it."

"So far so good," Warren muttered through clenched teeth."

"Actually, Mr. Ammerman, eight or ten stitches will put things to right 
again. It's more psychological than anything else. Although you have lost a 
great deal of blood."

Now Warren saw the first gleaning of humor about his situation.

"Well . . . in that case . . . Ya know Doc, I'll never forget the last thing 
my father ever said to me," he paused.

"What was that?" asked the doctor readying the syringe.

"Nor will I ever repeat it," he finished,then grimaced as the needle did its 
job.

The doctor laughed and said, "Your sense of humor is intact and that's good. 
I think you'll be with us for a day or two. But let me assure you it's not 
that serious, but moving around won't do you any good. So if you don't mind 
I'm going to give you a seditive and let you get some sleep. When you wake 
up you should feel a lot better."

"Sure Doc, why not."

"Here," said the doctor, handing him several pills, "take two of these now, 
get some sleep and see how you feel when you wake up. Oh, there will be some 
pain later that's why I want you to stay. Now rest up. Oh, I meant to tell 
you. You're not the first guy whose testicles I've had to stitch up. You're 
number three actually. Still, it's highly unusual. I'd wager all three of 
you were similarly involved tho."

"Probably so Doc," Warren managed, already drifting off and in another 
minute he was sleeping peacefully.

"Nurse Jacobi," the doctor said.

"Yes doctor?"

"Keep and eye on him. It's possible he may turn and aggravate the wound. We 
don't want that to happen, all right?"

"Yes, of course, doctor." And the nurse fussed around tucking the sheets in 
tightly around Warren until the doctor left. Then she stood by his side for 
several minutes thinking he might just be the hansomest man she'd ever seen.

5:45 AM:
Warren opened his eyes and saw the nurse bending over near the door to his 
room, tightening a shoelace. She was a pretty brunette, with a great figure, 
wonderful hips and shapely legs.

"Nice form," he said.

"Ohh! You startled me. I thought you were sound asleep," she said, 
embarrassed at being caught that way.

"What's your name beautiful?" he asked, devouring her with his eyes.

"Ellen, err . . . Nurse Ellen Jacobi." His eyes made her uncomfortable at 
first, but in seconds she was enjoying his gaze.

"It's a pleasure to wake up to someone as beautiful as you," he said, 
meaning every word.

Nurse Jacobi began to blush.

"Uhhh, Nurse, err, Ellen, uhhh a little problem here and he gestured toward 
the erection rapidly reaching maturity.

"Ohhh! The nurse said, not knowing exactly what to do.

"It's beginning to hurt. Can you stop it please?"

She decided he was right and approached the bed. After drawing the curtain 
closed around them, she reached out with her left hand and gripped his penis 
firmly and smacked the head lightly.

"Ow! Damn it, that hurt! I hope ya didn't open the damn stitches."

"I . . . I'm sorry, that's what we're trained to do in this situation," she 
said lamely.

"No . . .can't be the right procedure. I mean, normally yeah, I suppose 
that'd work, but right now you gotta think about my balls, uhhh, sorry, my 
testicles."

"Err, you're right. What do you suggest?"

Warren decided to take a chance. "Would you stroke it a little, maybe it'll 
subside and I can go back to sleep."

"No way," she said with emphasis, "No way."

"Ohhh," he groaned. "But it hurts like hell. Help me out here, Ellen, ya 
know you're partly responsible for this. Oh, I know, I know, it's my dirty 
mind that brought this on," he gestured at his erection looming large 
between them.

"It's Nurse Jacobi, Mr. Ammerman," she said, but gingerly took hold of his 
penis again and began to lightly jerk him off.

"That's it, God you're an angel of mercy, Nurse Jacobi."

"Hush up and let me finish," she said, a sheen of perspiration covered her 
forehead and a drop of sweat trickled down her nose as she concentrated on 
her mission of mercy.

"Lean forward a little Nurse Jacobi," he said hoarsely.

She bowed towards him and Warren licked the drop from her nose.

Suddenly the proximity to him and realization of what she was doing to him 
registered on her and she felt herself getting wet with the excitement. Her 
unoccupied hand moved downward to her loins and she began to touch herself.

Warren whispered something she didn't quite hear.

"What did you say Mr. Amm . . . "

"Warren. Call me Warren."

"Yes, well what did you say Warren?"

"I asked if you would please suck me now?"

"WHAT?"

"I asked if you'd be kind enough to take me in that lovely mouth of yours 
and do me right. A little calimar as it were."

"Calimar?"

"Same as a blowjob."

"Ohhh, well . . . I . . ."

"Come on Ellen, you'll do a great service to me," he pleaded his case 
quietly.

Ellen gazed down at his penis, "his cock" she said to herself, "it's a 
wonderful cock and I have it all to myself . . . " And with that thought her 
head went down and her lips closed over his cockhead. She withdrew his cock 
from her mouth and kissed it passionately, then moved her mouth all over his 
fully erect cock.

"Oh, yes Ellen. That's my girl," he whispered in her ear,"careful with my 
balls there," and tried unsuccessfully to capture her earlobe with his 
teeth.

Ellen squeezed his cock firmly and flicked her tongue at it as a snake 
would, licking its entire surface, giving it a glistening sheen. Ellen 
tilted her neck back and admired her work before taking most of his cock 
into her mouth and sucking hard. Gradually, Ellen pulled her head back until 
Warren's cock popped softly from her lips. Warren tried again to capture her 
earlobe. This time he succeeded, feeling Ellen shudder as he sucked and 
licked at it.

Almost in retaliation, Ellen tilted his cock upwards until she could clearly 
see the underside. She studied it briefly and found her target, just below 
the head was a vein, which she knew was the most sensitive area of his cock. 
She laved her tongue across it, moving from side to side, while slowly 
rubbing her hand up and down his cock. Warren groaned, but not in pain.

Ellen realized she was enjoying herself. Carefully she avoided any contact 
with his testes. Shifting to a different point of attack, Ellen took him 
into her mouth again, bobbing up and down, with each downward movement 
taking more of him into her mouth. Carefully she maneuvered her tongue to 
the underside of his elongated penis and when she felt the head reach the 
back of her throat, she swallowed him with a giant gulp. As he entered her 
throat, Ellen stopped swallowing and took a deep breath through her nose. 
Warren was still groaning softly and his hand had crept under her dress. Two 
fingers were at the leg of her panties and slipping under to her moist 
thatch. Ellen shifted position slightly, spreading her legs apart to afford 
easier access to her pussy. Seconds later his first finger entered her and 
she moaned with lustful pleasure.

Ellen continued to work his cock, squeezing it with her throat muscles.

"He wanted a hand job, let's see how he likes my throat job," Ellen thought 
and trembled, her knees almost giving out as Warren's second finger entered 
her lubricated pussy.

"Ohhhh, calimar," he groaned, "You're great Ellen." he gasped and she 
readied herself.

She felt him tense up and then he exploded into her throat. Ellen took as 
much as she could, which was plenty, but Warren had a major load stored up, 
she pulled away as he spurted a third time, sending a string of cum across 
the bridge of her nose.

Ellen didn't care for she was coming now. She grabbed the bed to hold her 
up; her legs seemed to have collapsed under her.  Through an orgasmic cloud 
Ellen heard Warren calling to her.

"Wha?"

"Sit on my face, hurry, get up on my face."

Ellen quickly bent and pulled her panties off then clambered up on the bed 
and squatted over his mouth.

"Lower," he said hoarsely.

Ellen dropped lower and felt his mouth close upon her. Her face was flushed 
and her lips still glistened from sucking him. Her hand wandered over to her 
rock hard nipple tenting her thin white blouse.

"This guy is dangerously exciting," she thought, her eyes riveted on his 
weary penis, waiting for any sign of renewed life. Ellen's rate of breathing 
increased twofold. She felt a tightness in her chest and realized she was 
pinching her nipple. She bit her lip but didn't stop the pinching. She 
concentrated on Warren's tongue as it lapped at her brown bush and the fold 
covered slash beneath.

Her mouth hung open and she shivered uncontrollably at the touch of Warren's 
tongue as it caressed her clit. Suddenly, Ellen was over the edge, Trembling 
as her orgasm overtook her, she leaned forward, knees meeting the bed, and 
unconsciously took his flaccid cock into her mouth as she cupped his ass for 
leverage. Warren knew Ellen had climaxed, but continued eating her. "No 
mercy," he thought. "Not until she cries enough!" He smiled inwardly 
thinking that shouldn't take long.  Her fingers sought and found his asshole

He chewed on her puffed lips, drawing them deep inside his mouth. Ellen 
groaned and shook her body like a dog coming out of water. Following this, 
Warren's hands found the underside of her breasts and eventually, her 
swollen nipples. Ellen gasped as her nipples, fully charged, sent shock 
waves through her system. His cock began to stiffen and she grasped it with 
one hand while the other sought and found his asshole. Her mouth descended 
on his cock and her hot breath hastened it along to fullness. As she took 
him into her mouth, her finger probed the outside of his ass. He moaned and 
she pushed it inside.

Warren marvelled at her taste. It was markedly different from any he'd had 
before. That's what he loved about women, each one was different in one way 
or anther from the next.

Ellen allowed him to slip from her mouth as she gasped and panted, trying 
unsuccessfully to regain her breath. She decided to drive him crazy by 
fucking his ass, and being careful to avoid contact with his scrotum, 
leveraged herself so she could push her finger fully inside him. And did. He 
moaned, she probed, seeking his prostate and on locating it tickled it until 
he started to cum again.

Warren was having trouble breathing as well and stuck two fingers inside her 
and pushed them in and out as fast as he could. Ellen came just as Warren 
finished, collapsing alongside him.

Warren sighed and whispered to her. "I've got the best medical coverage in 
the world, and I owe it all to you," then he kissed her softly. They tasted 
one another for a minute or so, then Ellen slid off the bed and straightened 
her uniform as best she could.

"Come here," Warren said.

"No, we've gone far enough, someone will be along any second."

"That's why I want you to come over here."

Hesitating a moment, she decided to do as he asked and approached him.

"Lean over," he said still gulping air.

She complied and he wiped a string of sperm from her hair and nose.

"You'd have had a time explaining that away," he laughed.

"I can't believe we did that," Ellen said in a husky, lust filled voice.

"I can't believe I ate the whole thing either."

"Oh, you," she said pleased with his humor.

"Funny, all that excitement and my balls feel fine."

And having said that, Warren passed out.

Ellen checked her appearance and summoned the doctor.

AFTERMATH:
Warren had torn the stitches out with his enthusiastic gyrations, and 
somehow he'd managed to damage his scrotum. He was in the hospital for a 
week. By week's end, a steady stream of nurses had stopped by to leave their 
phone numbers in the event he needed additional attention following his 
release. It appears Ellen couldn't keep their relationship quiet, and had 
confided in several of the younger nurses. Six of them cried openly as he 
bade them a fare thee well. Three others were off duty. He had all their 
phone numbers in his wallet and would, over time call upon each of them. 
After all one can never get enough calimar, can one?.

EPILOGUE:
Jasmine called and called. Warren never answered, or returned her messages. 
When Richard's estate was settled some nine months later, she moved to Palm 
Beach. Within six months she remarried, a Cuban drug lord.

For about two months Warren confined himself to dating the nurses, for they 
knew how to have sex without damaging his jewels, and he was definitely 
looking out for them.

"No more married women," he vowed.

Would he keep to his pledge?  After all, two of the nurses were... shall we 
say ... committed to partners through a formal ceremony complete with vows.

When informed of this by a jealous Ellen Jacobi, Warren simply said, 
"There's an exception to every rule. Now come on baby, light my fire."



Drop me a line, let's chat about Warren.

the_panda@hotmail.com

Paris

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