The Descent Ch. 15

"I would, but I'm only 19," she replied.

"I won't tell if you won't," he replied with a disarming smile.

She smiled at him a moment before nodding.

"Never thought Cam's dad would be the bad influence my parents warned me about before coming," she laughed.

"You can call me Jim, what would you like to drink?" he replied.

"My name is Jasmine, and whatever you're drinking is fine," she answered.

Jim prepared the drink and handed it to her, noting her gorgeous eyes staring at him as he did.

His mind raced as they sat there in silence for a while, each nursing their drinks while stealing glances at each other every so often.

"I can see where Cam gets his good looks from," Jasmine blurted out to Jim's surprise.

Jim resisted the urge to choke on his partially swallowed drink as he tried his best to remain composed.

"Oh, yeah, he's a good-looking young man. We looked a lot alike at that age," Jim answered, trying to deflect the unexpected compliment.

"Well, he is, but I was more referring to you. You're clearly where those good genes are coming from," she replied brazenly.

Jim laughed nervously before replying.

"I appreciate that, but I know I'm past my due date," he replied, attempting some self-deprecating humor.

The young woman snorted loudly, perhaps being more affected by the stiff drink than he anticipated.

"Hardly, you look like you could pass for 40. Plus, you got that whole sexy older man thing going on, don't pretend like you don't know," she retorted playfully.

Jim was at a bit of a loss; she was clearly flirting with him. Maybe she was trying to get in with him to get to Cam, but this seemed sincere, if unplausible. But she wasn't wrong, Jim was a good-looking man and always had been. His strong features and athletic frame hadn't really been diminished much by his age. He decided to go on the offensive to suss out the truth.

"Okay, I'll accept the compliment, thank you Jasmine. I just didn't expect a gorgeous young woman like yourself to think an old fart like me to be anything other than a fossil," he shot back.

"Gorgeous, huh?" she replied with a smile.

He felt the girl's predatory gaze turn on him as he met her gorgeous eyes with his own. He almost felt like he was going to wilt under the intensity but noticed that her glass was empty and took the out.

"You want another one?" he asked, motioning toward her glass.

She nodded and offered her glass to him, and as she did, she placed her other hand on his wrist before saying 'thank you.' He couldn't help but notice her long, acrylic nails painted a bright yellow that really went well with her cocoa-colored skin.

He turned to the drink cart as he heard the flick of a lighter behind him and the faint aroma of cigarette smoke waft over him. When he turned back to her, she was exhaling a thick plume of smoke up from her pursed lips, which instantly drew his attention and his blood to his member. The stream of smoke exited her impossibly plump lips in a way that made his breath catch in his throat for a moment.

When she finished her exhale and turned back to him, she noticed his expression and made a slight grimace.

"Is this, okay? I can go smoke over there if it bothers you," she asked, motioning towards the far end of the patio.

"No, no, I was just noticing how beautiful you looked," Jim stammered, handing her a rather full glass of whisky.

Jasmine's eyebrows arched up playfully as her expression turned cunning.

"I'd probably look and smell a lot more beautiful if I ditched these things," she appraised, nodding toward the Newport 100 burning between her long-nailed fingers.

"I was surprised you smoke at all, as you look like an athlete," Jim answered back.

She took another strong drag and only from this close could Jim notice a small snap accompany her inhale before she blew another lungful of smoke from her luscious lips. After she was done, she turned to him with a bit of a withered expression before replying.

"Don't tell me you're one of those white people who thinks every black person is good at sports," she said dryly.

Jim panicked a bit and tried to backtrack before he noticed Jasmine's smile.

"I'm messing with you," she said.

Jim breathed a sigh of relief and took another sip of his drink, a gesture that Jasmine copied.

"This was a lot, you're not trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me, are you Jim?" she asked playfully.

This time Jim was fairly certain he had the measure of the woman and identified her joke.

"Of course not, I would never do such a thing," he replied in an equally playful manner.

She laughed before taking another drag on her Newport.

"But yeah, I actually am an athlete, or was in high school. All four years I did track and field, lettered, went to state, all the stuff. But it was really not my decision, my parents pushed me to continue when I didn't want to anymore because I was good at it. So, to deal with the stress I started vaping with Cammie, the blonde with me earlier. Before long I was bumming cigarettes from friends who didn't vape, and now I'm here smoking like half a pack a day. It's so bad," she explained, punctuating her thoughts with another hard drag.

Jim watched helplessly as the beautiful cocoa-skinned goddess blew another stream of smoke into the air and his cock swelled even more. She turned to look at him and Jim just knew he was caught. Her eyes narrowed and she seemed to be computing something.

"You sure do like to stare at me when I smoke, huh?" she joked.

Jim gulped audibly and tried to look away but failed, hopelessly caught in the stunning beauty of Jasmine's eyes.

"It's sexy," he whispered before realizing what he was saying.

Jasmine's eyebrows arched up again and she looked at her cigarette more closely, then back at Jim. She lifted the half-smoked Newport up to her lips and took a long drag, maintaining eye-contact the entire time. She tried to embellish her natural snap inhale a little bit and let the ball of smoke linger a moment longer before snapping it back into her lungs. Finally, she pursed her lips and exhaled a long, thick stream of smoke from her metallic pink lips just past Jim's face without breaking eye-contact.

Jim's heart was pounding, and his mouth was practically salivating at this point, unable to keep his eyes from Jasmine's glorious lips. Without warning she leaned into him and pressed those perfect lips against his, allowing the strong, mentholated taste of her Newport to envelop him. The harsh flavor of her cigarette was increased as she pressed her tongue between his lips and into his mouth, to which Jim immediately accepted. They kissed passionately for several seconds before she pulled back and stared at him.

"I think I'm drunk," she blurted out with a goofy grin.

"Sorry about that, and the kiss," he replied.

"Don't be sorry, I've been the aggressor this whole time. I intended on coming out here and flirting with you, getting some expensive booze, and then going back to the party. Don't get me wrong, you're hot, but I wasn't actually going to do anything with Cam's dad," she explained.

Jim just nodded, knowing full-well that he had scored big time and would be thinking about that kiss for the next several days if not weeks.

"But, what the hell, I'm young and wild and free and it's a party," she finished, placing her glass on the ground, and then stepping over to Jim.

He watched in total amazement as she knelt down and reached under her short red skirt to pull down her panties. She yanked them down to her feet and then stepped out of them before looking at him expectantly. He looked at his slacks and back up to her as she took another drag off her Newport and knew it was do or die time. He practically ripped open his fly and yanked his throbbing cock out between the slits.

"Damn, now I know where Cam got his legendary dick game from too," she said as she moved to straddle him.

It seemed almost too good to be true as the stunning Nubian queen lowered herself onto his cock and let him sink into her. He gasped sharply, only to be met with the smokey mouth of Jasmine pressing against his. She seemed to intuit the next step in his desire as a kiss with her mouth exhaling smoke as she plunged her tongue into his mouth and exhaled into him. She ground herself into him as his phallus was squeezed by the thickly muscled young woman's womb, exposing Jim to a tightness that might only be rivaled by his daughter.

He couldn't help but grab thick handfuls of her fleshy ass-cheeks as she continued to ride him, the bulbous nature of her posterior feeling otherworldly as he squeezed and kneaded them between his fingers. Jasmine took a final drag off her Newport and flicked it somewhere else on the patio as she locked her lips over Jim's and exhaled forcefully into him, feeding him the smoke-filled contents of her lungs through a passionate kiss. He welcomed her offering and enjoyed the mixture of flavors and aromas and sensations as their kiss rose to new heights.

When they finally broke their kiss, she leaned forward so her chest was over his head and began bouncing her ass on his cock. With just the gyrations of her magical hips Jim was transported into a land of unbelievable pleasure as his prick was repeatedly devoured by Jasmine's impossibly tight cunt. He knew that he simply could not hold out much longer at this pace and cautioned her to slow down.

"I'm on the pill, and I don't think I'm gonna catch anything from you, you can nut," she panted to his great pleasure.

She adjusted her position again and leaned back, rocking her hips with expert fluidity and core strength that buried his cock deep inside of her while she squeezed it between her thighs.

"Give it to me baby," she whispered.

Jim groaned as he relented, blasting his seed into this teenage specimen of physical perfection without restraint. She seemed to have been waiting for him because she simultaneously started spasming and contracting around him and engulfed his midsection in her wetness.

"Fuckkkk," she gritted through closed teeth.

Jim wished he could have kept cumming forever, as the sensation of painting this woman's insides with his semen was beyond words, but eventually it slowed and stopped, and he was left panting in the post-coital bliss of simultaneous orgasms.

"I needed that, thank you," she said softly, kissing him wetly on the lips.

"I think I should be thanking you," Jim replied.

She laughed as she staggered to her feet and yanked her panties back in place.

"You guys should have more parties," she said as she gathered up her purse and shook out her hair.

"It was nice to meet you, you are... you are amazing," Jim panted honestly.

She laughed again, a light and lovely sound to Jim's ears.

"I'm nothing special, I just rocked your world. But it was fun, and I would be okay if it happened again, but I gotta get back to the party before my friends leave me here," she replied.

"I would be okay with that," Jim answered slyly.

She smiled knowingly and blew him a kiss, something Jim found impossibly adorable.

As Jasmine walked out of his life, likely forever, he both cursed her departure and praised her brief presence.