The Social Norm Revolution

As Terry walked about the loft, Max conceded that all those chatting women were right. Terry had a hunky fitness with his tight abs and v-shaped chest. Just to show off a little Terry jumped up to Max's chin-up bar and began to crank out twelve. Terry's physique was on full display in a feat of athleticism, and Max looked back to Jasmine who was clearly flushed with the view. She even swooned just a little as an act of comedy, but to Max it looked authentic.

"Wow, you look amazing up there" Jasmine complimented Terry, and Max knew from her glow, that she was getting wet.

"This will transition nicely to the next phase of our productivity exercise. I am going to tempt you, and it's meant to demonstrate how you and I can keep focus, no matter how exciting the distraction." said Jasmine. "I'm sure the higher-ups would want to know that we can get the job done, even under duress."

"So, in context, would it be fair if I was to... lift your shirt over your head and even the odds?" asked Terry.

"Aren't you audacious?" replied Jasmine. "But, your request seems to demand a degree of fairness."

"Ok. By taking it off, and then continuing on with our assignment, it will prove that neither one of us is a push-over"

And Terry's heart skipped a beat knowing that Jasmine was about to lose some precious clothing.

Actively participating, Jasmine stepped closer and raised her arms above her head suggestively. Understanding his role, Terry tickled the hem of Jasmine's t-shirt with his lanky outstretched fingers. And then in one fluid motion, he lifted and separated her clothing, dropping it to the floor.

"This will be a nod to working together under unusual circumstances." said Jasmine in her bra.

"If we can get through this we can get through anything" said Terry trying hard not to stare.

"First thing's first. You're going to spot me. I'm going to do at least five chin-ups of my own." said Jasmine confidently.

And Jasmine stepped to position, and looked at Terry consentingly over her shoulder. Terry put his hands to her hips for lift-off, thumbs cradling her ass overtop her skirt.

"One, two, three" Terry counted-down, as he lifted Jasmine's weight to the bar above.

Latching on with both hands, and feet dangling far from the floor, Jasmine turned to show her strength in the start-position. Jasmine had a lean athleticism, and she thought herself very clever to have put herself on display in this way. Terry pretended to be stoic and professional, but with every pull-up, her ass would lift 18 inches, and align perfectly with his face. And on her fifth and final rep she made sure to hold the pose. She knew that men always liked a little ass.

Unseen to Jasmine, Terry leaned forward in this instance, and inhaled her essence. Jasmine posing in minimalist clothing was a force of nature.

Dropping back to the floor and turning towards her new man Jasmine said, "Like some of the others, I also had a feeling you'd walk-in on me in my underwear sooner or later." And this comment brought laughter in context of their previous conversation.

"But you and I are cool around each other" said Jasmine.

"We are, and I have a sneaking suspicion that you're about to increase the difficulty level" Terry replied.

"Hmmm... I was thinking we should introduce a kiss." said Jasmine. "I liked the way you kissed me at the farm and I figure if we can overcome that, then we can overcome anything"

"Great minds think alike" said Terry stepping closer.

Their flirting and mutual attraction made Max seethe with arousal. And speaking of attraction, Max was having a hard time denying his own, and to Terry no less. As Terry crossed the floor he provided a view of muscles in motion, and Max was definitely taken with this visitor's handsome looks. For variety, Max then looked through the other viewing hole and caught Jasmine smiling sheepishly, arms at her sides, and her perky tits standing at attention.

Terry wasn't about to let the opportunity pass him by. Fuck the work-place rules. He was hot for Jasmine, and he leaned-in to lock-lips. And as their lips pressed together, Max watched their mouths open, and it made him burn with envy. And Max grew even more infuriated as Terry's hands took possession of her body. They roamed over her hips, her flat belly, her ass... and up to her chest. Jasmine didn't seem to mind.

"I want him to kiss me so badly!" Jasmine joked as she teasingly quoted another of Terry's young admirers.

"And yet here I am kissing you" Terry replied.

Intertwined, Jasmine and Terry were lean, tanned, and blond and Max was enthralled with the show. And one detail in particular was Jasmine's distinct sigh of arousal. It was feminine in nature, and a signal of willingness as they exchanged tongues. Max knew that Jasmine used this sigh as a preview to her own orgasm and he couldn't help but wonder if it was foreshadowing. It's the type of distinct sound that men decipher in only one way; emanating from the diaphragm, through the nose, to a mouth that was full of arousal. And wow was it ever hot.

As they swayed to the music Terry reached behind Jasmine's back with both hands, and she recognized the unmistakable action of a man fiddling with the teeth of her bra. She was a little unsure about letting him take it off, but before she could react, it was done! Terry had figured it out. And with their mouths open to one another, Jasmine allowed him to pull the straps forward and drop her feminine clothing to her wrists. She knew her tits were out of this world and she wanted Terry to touch them. Just as the other girls had fantasized about Terry walking-in, so too had Jasmine, and there was nothing quite like bringing a fantasy to reality.

Jasmine then separated and took a slight step back. She didn't appear to mind that Terry wanted to look. Jasmine was ok with Terry dropping his gaze. What man in his right mind wouldn't want to look? She was all natural, and she knew her tits made men get excited.

Terry took one more look before embracing her. He noted her hippie-yoga vibe that went with her green smoothies and fitness routine. Her boobs, her lean thin waist, and her cascading blond hair was more or less overpowering. And in her undressed state, no man could resist her. As they held close for another kiss, Terry was over the moon. He was making-out with Jasmine and his friends would never believe the story.

Max watched as more kisses and soft moaning followed. Terry started to show signs of revving up, and he grinded her closely so that her boobs pressed against his body. Terry could feel Jasmine's heat, and his hands dropped to her hips to pull her in close.

"You are proving to be every bit the charmer Beth says you are" said Jasmine.

Like Terry, Jasmine looked like she was having a moment. She was remarkably comfortable, and Max was hard-pressed to remember when she ever looked sexier. He had to admit there was something erotic about watching a couple who just didn't know they were being watched. Embracing the moment, it didn't take long for Terry's right hand to slide down Jasmine's curves, over her ass, and then to her hip where he could feel the metal-zipper of her skirt. She wasn't sure what to do as she felt his fingers releasing the slider.

And on the other side Terry performed the same trick and Jasmine could feel her skirt slide over the curve of her ass, and then fall to the floor. Now with Jasmine in bra and panties Terry separated again to take in the view, "I feel like we're meeting the obligations of the fantasy as well as those of our employer"

"Ha, ha" said Jasmine feeling a rush of heat between her legs.

"For you I would only give my very best" said Terry who was also getting hot. He knew he would take the evening as far as Jasmine would allow it to go.

And at this stage Jasmine picked up her phone, and sensing her distraction, Terry applied kisses across her neck, down her shoulders, and then to her nipples which stood erect. As he sucked the erect nipples on both breasts she held a hand to the back of his head encouragingly. Jasmine was clearly flushed at this erotic attention but managed to text Max all the same.

Jasmine texted: Max, not sure if I told you. Terry's a ballroom dancer. He's showing me a few moves ok? I think it's swing?? We might do a choreograph number at work as part of next term's open.

While reading the text Max watched in real-time as Jasmine looked into the eyes of her new beau approvingly, and let her phone slide from her hand to the increasing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. Terry had one hand, cupping Jasmine at the boob, and his other rested on her hip with outstretched fingers. Looking down at her tits, and then up into Terry's eyes Jasmine said "That's not the first time you've grabbed me like that"

Smiling at the joke, Terry held her eyes, and down below he used a lanky index finger to snag her panties and pull them down, but just half-way. He then moved in for a feel of her bare bottom. This move won a smile from Jasmine, and Terry moved in for another electric kiss while the fingers of his right hand pushed past the elastic, to tickle her pubes and float briefly overtop the upper lips of her labia. There was something sensationally fun about playing inside of Jasmine's panties for the very first time!

"Yes, they were kind of dancing" Max thought. "But what a stretch!"

Pushing Terry back, it appeared it was now Jasmine's turn for fun, and she started with her hands on his chest. Squeezing the muscles from either side really got her going. She found the sensation of swooning over this handsome man to be affecting her internal chemistry, as blood gorged through the core and on to her sexual organs. And when Jasmine's hands moved to the waistband of Terry's pants Max was convinced of her desire to reciprocate. Max could see her eyes shifting, and a nervous bite on her lip. These were small details that were giving away her intentions. And Max knew from Terry's expression that even he was a little surprised.

But when a man is in the hands of a beautiful woman, there is very little he won't let her do. And Jasmine's hands shifted side-to-side across the hem as if looking for a perch. With eyes glued to the situation, Max knew that Jasmine was more than talented enough to hold a sensuous kiss, and release the buckle on Terry's belt all at the same time. And now undone, the buckles flopped to either-side, and Jasmine reached with both hands to unclasp the button at the waistband and painstakingly release the zipper downwards. This was always an amazing moment for any man. It was a primal act of female consent and it implied that anything was possible.

As a master of seduction, Jasmine extracted her tongue from Terry's mouth, and pulled back to signify the seriousness of her intention. She locked eyes with her new beau, and looking side to side, half-expecting Max to jump out of the woodwork, she then shimmied Terry's pants and shorts just an inch or two lower. Using her left hand she opened the waist-band, and with her right she pushed past the elastic of Terry's underwear and past the soft mound of pubic-hair to grab gently at the appendage. Jasmine held eye-contact with her man, and couldn't help but notice Terry's new smile. In a wave of gentle exploration and soft fondling, Jasmine smiled back. He liked the way she was touching him. And from Jasmine's perspective, she was now instrumental in exposing his sexuality. "What do we have here?" thought Jasmine.

"I want to know everything about this woman" replied Terry using his own internal thoughts. "I can't believe this!"

Jasmine repositioned her grip, giggling nervously as her fingers suddenly struggled to make the full circumference. "I should be able to touch my fingers!" she thought to herself!

Excited for more, Jasmine upped the ante and began tugging the cock forward. If this was a big dick, she needed to know. And when Terry throbbed, Jasmine finally had her answer. Pulling Terry in for a kiss she couldn't help but say, "I think the rumours were true!"

Flushed with sexual anticipation, Jasmine, as only Jasmine could do, decided to throw caution to the wind. She was ready to get up close. The first step was turning Terry sideways, and then hooking his pants and shorts, straight to the ground. From her knees, Jasmine then helped Terry step-out, and both she, and Max, were treated to their first view of Terry's naked anatomy. Terry had a gorgeous big dick! For Jasmine and Max this was a special moment indeed.

Looking from Terry, to Jasmine, and then from Jasmine to Terry and back again, Max could tell Jasmine was immensely impressed. It was just something about the way she carried herself, now on her knees with perfect posture. Jasmine, sexually intoxicated, shifted her eyes from Terry's appendage, to his handsome face, and then back down again. She could feel her state-of-arousal going to the moon.

And after what seemed like a long time, Max heard a whisper from his former fiancée.

"I wonder what my ex would think if I give you a blowjob?"

"I'll ask him personally if you want" Terry stammered as a reply.

And Max, in his hiding place, burned like hot ember.

Getting Hot

Max could hear more dialogue from Jasmine as she applied soft, slow, kisses on Terry's abdomen.

"Just so you know, I don't do this for every guy"

"Well I... I feel ..." Terry stammered, and his nervousness made Jasmine laugh.

"Terry. Don't worry. You're not just any guy"

Holding the penis in her hand, she sized it up. It was gorgeous, and gorging on pheromones, the fat head of the erection then came to her lips, "For the boss, I figure something special"

And the magic happened as flesh touched flesh, and Jasmine chose to lose herself in the moment. In a church-cathedral, the acoustics were pitch-perfect and despite the conversion to luxury apartments the audio quality had carried over, and Max reveled in the soft-slurping sounds of Jasmine's mouth and Terry's head coming together.

Max could hear Jasmine enunciate every word for his burning ears over and over again, "For my boss, something special." Max was indignant in his hiding place.

But Max couldn't live on sound alone, and why should he when he could open his eyes and watch his woman, the one woman he longed for most in the world, give of herself for the pleasure of another man. And as Jasmine pleased Terry with her mouth, Max was enthralled, completely mesmerized by her erotic vulnerability. She didn't intend for Max to watch her suck Terry's erection, so she was indeed the one being vulnerable. The show she delivered could never be duplicated.

Jasmine's half-naked body was so proportioned and poised. On her knees like this, she was simply beautiful. It was impossible not to look at her tits as they bounced off her chest, always in rhythm with the bobbing motion of her head. Max got a rush when she smiled. And one might think that it would be hard to smile, engaged as she was, but she seemed happy. Watching Jasmine, Max didn't need to wonder if she was having a good time. He felt like he could even see an aura about her.

Terry was the benefactor of her willingness, including the soft caress of her lips that formed a custom seal around his big cock. Max found the show bitterly hurtful but strangely rewarding. The truth is that Max was confused, and a flood of emotions hit him all at the same time. He felt incredibly erotic that's for sure, and he knew that Jasmine was being allowed to express herself without inhibition, and that was something Max felt everyone should try to achieve. Momentarily to even the scores, Max visualized himself making-out with a beautiful co-ed as Jasmine stood watch. But tonight it was Jasmine's fantasy that was being fulfilled, and to become reality, Max understood that Terry was in for the night of his life. This concept made Max burn, but he harnessed that confusing energy and tried to convert it into something pure. He channeled envy into a deep sense of satisfaction, one that Max actually felt reflected inner-peace. For Max it was almost like a form of meditation and self-growth. If he could handle Jasmine with another man's penis in her mouth, could he not handle anything that life would throw at him?

Self-control was really very critical, because at this stage there was a lot for Max to handle. Max was watching Terry on the receiving end of Jasmine's spectacular oral abilities. Jasmine was sucking him in a gentle motion, from tip to base. She knew how to use a woman's greatest tool of seduction. And as she pleasured the erection, in the back of her mind she thought, "Max will never know I went this far"

But in the heat of the moment, Jasmine wanted to deliver. She knew better than anyone that the best oral comes from women with the right attitude. Having a soft, playful, and sensuous mouth certainly didn't hurt. In this respect, she knew she was more than qualified. With Terry standing before her like an emperor, Jasmine gagged forward, and with every penetration, and twist of her tongue, Terry was delivered new sensations and a heightened level of joy.

"Yes" said Terry. "That feels so friggin good Jasmine"

Jasmine had also been told by Max many times, that her extreme beauty was always a factor that affected the quality of head. Men liked watching attractive women get silly with dick, and Max caught Terry smiling, no doubt thinking this exact thought. Jasmine, the hottest chick at work, was sucking deeply and giving him the blowjob of his dreams. Jasmine was providing Terry with the most sensuous of courtesies and Max watched, mesmerized.

And Jasmine in her mind was just getting started. Her next move was to look-up to Terry and make eye-contact. She wanted his emotions and she knew that eye-contact while his dick pushed into her mouth, would be sure to get his attention. And looking into each other's eyes Terry's cock throbbed, and Jasmine knew she had affected his ego. The visual of his large penis stuffing into her mouth would be overwhelming.

Jasmine's guest had a lanky swimmer's body and was quite the model. Max had no trouble telling why Jasmine was attracted to him. For age, Max figured Terry to be in his late twenties, but the truth, unknown even to Jasmine is that Terry had just turned 26, almost three years her junior. She didn't know his exact age, but he had always known hers after reading the personnel files at corporate. Terry didn't want to shatter any illusions, so there would be no discussions of birthdays this evening. In this instance Jasmine had experience, and he suspected she could indulge him unlike any other. In the moment Terry celebrated his conquest, reaching his arms to the ceiling as Jasmine tickled the shaft with dancing fingertips.

And watching this show up-close Max had plenty of time to figure-out that Terry had a damn big dick, bigger than his own in any event and it was a beautiful thing as he shoved it forward and back, inside her mouth. When she wanted, Jasmine could give great head, and Max could tell she was opening wide for Terry. Max thought it was so hot when her tongue appeared out the side, swirling along for the ride. He flushed with the humiliation of her gorging on another man's penis.

And Terry seemed stupefied himself. In his wildest dreams he couldn't have known things would get this hot. Jasmine was willing!

"Holy fuck" he thought. The guys at work were going to flip-out, if he ever dared tell them and he knew he probably shouldn't. But in the moment, Terry couldn't have written a better script, and looking down he watched Jasmine attempt a soft-gag. She kept the noise to a minimum but he could tell she was pushing the head back and down the throat and wow did it feel incredible. Jasmine was going to great lengths. And then it dawned on Terry. "Maybe she would consent to something more." And thinking about more, Terry suddenly had a very new sense of purpose.