Finding Jasmine Ch. 01

This is the true story of how two people in unhappy marriages rediscovered themselves and found new love. Chapter 1 is just the start and sets the scene for a journey of sexual and emotional discovery which has yet to reach its peak. If extramarital affairs offend you, please don't read further.

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Jasmine first met Tristan at work when Tristan was moved into her division. She'd instantly recognised that he was handsome, but as both of them were married and he was a few years younger than her, she couldn't have foreseen how their futures would entwine.

They often had to meet as part of their jobs, and gradually developed a good friendship. Jasmine knew Tristan fancied her, as did all her work friends, but she didn't blame him as she knew she was a sexy woman and liked to dress well. She actually just enjoyed the knowledge that he did.

As they got more comfortable in each other's presence, they started confiding in each other about their failing marriages, empathising with the remarkable similarities of having spouses that didn't want to fulfil their emotional and physical needs.

Their romance started with a supercharged shock of electricity. They'd started more forward conversations by text at night, but it was while working late one evening in Tristan's office in a quiet corner of the building, that it happened.

Tristan had fancied Jasmine from the moment he met her. She was a picture of perfection to him and he knew deep down that she was completely out of his league. She was tall, with a slim waist, long athletic legs and perfectly proportioned breasts. She turned heads everywhere she went, male and female.

Back in his college days, Tristan had messed around with an Indian girl and had always liked dark skinned women, but he'd never met one as sexy as Jasmine before.

He loved how she dressed, always immaculate and stylish, but his favourite days were when her tops or dresses exposed the tops of her fantastic breasts. It was seeing her in her v-neck navy sweater that evening that made Tristan act in a way he'd never acted before. Seeing it snuggly hug her lean but shapely figure, while exposing just enough of her perfect cleavage to force his eyes to that point.

Jasmine knew she was late leaving, but didn't really want to go. They'd stopped talking about work a while ago, but these chats about nothing in particular were fun. The conversation was always so easy and time often ran away from her.

Reluctantly, she started to make her way to the door. She stopped half way across the office, still continuing the conversation.

Tristan had spent a lot of time looking at jasmine during their time together. He kept thinking about one of their late night messaging chats. She'd said how much she liked simple physical contact and how it turned her on and how she liked an assertive man. As they'd be talking that evening, he'd been Imagining himself running his fingers across her skin, just tracing the neck line of her sweater. Now she was about to leave, an unusual confidence overcame him.

He stood up and started walking across the office to her. Looking straight into her eyes and controlling the space, he felt an uncontrollable pull drawing him towards her.

Jasmine felt her heart jump as he stood up and started walking towards her. What was he doing? She stood motionless at first trying to work out what was happening, but when he entered her space, she instinctively took a step back and felt her back bump into the wall. He didn't stop, and she didn't stop him. Her heart was pounding and her chest heaved.

Tristan saw Jasmine move back from surprise, but used his body to command the room. He could see her chest rising and falling with every breath deep and heavy.

As he reached her, he finally stopped, still staring into her eyes. He reached his right hand up tentatively to brush her hair behind her ear. She didn't flinch, but as they made contact it was like a shock wave of energy exchanged between them.

Jasmine hadn't been touched by another man for seven years since she'd met her current husband, and even he never touched her like this. She felt her whole body tingle as this confident man touched her with such affection. She held her breath as he ran his fingers down her neck and traced her neckline gently with his index fingers. She was totally lost in the sensation and closed her eyes as she savoured every moment. His fingers felt incredible as they brushed across the exposed parts of her breasts and cleavage, and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.

Tristan could feel himself shaking. The front he had put on around Jasmine for so long was all so different for him. He'd never been this bold before and was exhilarated by everything that was happening. He was breathing her in and wanted badly to go further but he'd used up all his daring just to go this far. Her skin felt amazing and her breasts were perfect to the touch.

He finally stood back, and with shaking legs, Jasmine went and sat back down. She was visibly flustered, and Tristan wanted to make sure she was OK. He went over and stood close to her. "Sorry, was that OK?" he asked.

"That felt so good. Did you enjoy it?" she replied.

Tristan smiled a cheeky smile. He indicated the large bulge in his trousers and put his hand next to it to make sure she could see the effect she had on him.

Jasmine was lost in herself. Her arousal took over as if a dormant part of herself that had been off for so many years was turned back on. She could see how hard Tristan's cock was, and just needed to touch it. "Would you like to put that in my mouth?" she said with a serious look in her eye.

Tristan was caught completely off guard. He had no words to respond. Of course he wanted to, but he just stood transfixed. The control of the situation had all of a sudden shifted completely.

From her seated position, Jasmine reached forward and pulled at Tristan's belt to undo it, and in no time had his trousers open and underwear down just far enough to let his cock spring free. She could see it now standing hard and proud just at the right height. She reached her hand out and took a confident grip of his shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure. Tristan's heart was in overdrive. Was this really going to happen?

Jasmine knew she was the Queen of blow jobs. She'd been given advice a long time ago by a friend on the various techniques and had taken great pleasure in giving this gift to a few lucky men before her marriage. She wanted to show Tristan that Indian girls knew how to satisfy men.

She leant forward and put her lips around his shaft, enveloping the head. She sucked slightly as she let her lips glide up and over his head. His cock was wide and it felt wonderful in her mouth. Warm, rigid and pulsing in response to her touch.

Tristan knew immediately that Jasmine knew exactly what she was doing. He'd had his cock sucked by a few different women in the past, but his wife hadn't ever done it for him in their 11 years together. He held back his clothes and looked down at this beautiful woman wrapping her mouth around him with clear purpose.

Jasmine needed to get into a better position. She wanted this act to blow Tristan's mind. She guided him backwards with no resistance until Tristan was now pressed up against the wall. From here she could have a lot more control. She was going to give him the blow job of his life.

She once again took hold of his shaft by the base, and then took in his entire length. He had an average length cock, but what excited her most was its girth. She had to keep her jaw wide to keep her teeth from grazing him.

With his cock in her mouth, she positioned it to let her tongue caress his head. Moving her lips up and down the shaft while using her hand at his base to hold him in position and attend carefully to his balls.

Tristan had never felt anything like it. The fear of being caught was far outweighed by how incredible it all was. He reached down to hold Jasmine's hair out of her face and watched her expert movements as she fucked his cock with her mouth. She was taking in the entire length then sucking as she pulled her head back, then using her hand to stroke his shaft in a metronomic sequence of movements.

He could feel his cum building and told Jasmine he was close. Her rhythm was perfect, and watching this beautiful woman sucking his cock with such pleasure was too much for him to hold off.

Jasmine could sense he was close before he even told her so. She could taste his precum and wanted the main course. She could feel him pulse with every movement of her hand and mouth. She quickened the tempo slightly and as she could sense that he was at the point of no return, she slowed her movements to a minimum, delaying the inevitable explosion slightly. With her lips sealed around Tristan's shaft, she used her tongue to massage his head one last time, then the eruption came. Pulse after pulse of Tristan's warm cum filled her mouth. She sucked on him and stroked his shaft with her hand to milk every last drop out of him, swallowing it down, before finally releasing his now subsiding cock from her mouth.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Tristan. "That was incredible."

Smiling back at him, now seated back in the chair, Jasmine already knew. "Good" she said, "but now I need to go, I'm so late."

"You can't go now," said Tristan with extreme purpose. "I need to taste you. I need to make you cum too. "

"You can't," she replied. And she meant it. Her body confidence had been lacking for a few years now, and she was adamant there was no way she would let Tristan get any closer than he did that evening.

With that, she left in a hurry and left Tristan standing mesmerised by what had happened. He finally regained his composure and made his own way out. His head was full of Jasmine and he couldn't stop smiling.