This is an Archive Dive from a series of stories that started
here, and ended
here. Just felt like posting it again ... must have something to do with Turkey Day, lol. Have a Happy Thanksgiving.
The Third DayI was lying on my side, my torso twisted towards the mattress, my face pushed into the pillow. The morning light had pierced my window and wakened me. My cock was hard and throbbing. I rolled over onto my back and gripped it, squeezed it tight, and started stroking it, slowly, up and down. Jazmyn popped into my mind, as I stroked a little faster, picturing her hand in place of mine. Suddenly I realized it was the third day. I abruptly stopped stroking and got up to retrieve the bag from beneath the mattress. Seeing the time, I grabbed the phone instead and called you, first your home phone, then your cell. You didn’t answer either. You had done this a few times before, disappearing for a couple of days at a time, but I was still bothered by it. I set the phone down and continued in pursuit of Jazmyn’s bag. Smelling the contents, the aroma filled my nostrils, I lay back down dizzily, a feeling of euphoria about me. Once again, I repeated the phrase. After a couple of minutes, I headed for the shower to get ready for the day.
Jazmyn immediately came to mind. I thought to myself that if she had cast a spell on me this was it; I had to shower with her everyday. I pushed my head back under the shower head and let the hot water run through my hair as I closed my eyes and brought her to life in my mind. Her breasts brushed against my chest as she reached behind me and caressed my back with her wash cloth. She stepped back a little and started washing the front of my body, from my shoulders down to my crotch. I could feel my cock getting harder and harder as she slowly worked her way down my body. I saw her kneeling in front of me, washing my legs as she leaned forward and lightly kissed the head of my cock. She stood and started washing my cock, running the cloth around it fast at first, then slowing and caressing my balls. Her hand moved faster and faster over my cock. She gently nudged me backwards and the water ran down around my cock taking the soap with it. My head was spinning, I felt like I was floating. She gently pulled me forward again so the water streamed down my back, knelt before me and took me into her mouth. My head felt like it was going to burst as she sucked and licked, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock. She lingered there, sucking and licking, running her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock. Suddenly I felt her hand on me, gripping me tight and jerking my cock really fast. The hot cum shot out of me and I spun backwards against the wall. I opened my eyes and saw my cum running into the drain. Dazed, I stayed there a minute calming down. ’What a wonderful thing the mind is,’ I thought to myself.
Running the bar of soap around my body, I continued thinking about Jazmyn. Even though I was fantasizing, I felt like I couldn’t get enough of her, I wanted to taste her in my mouth, to run my tongue up her thigh, take her in my mouth and suck on her. I pictured her there in front of me, wet and desiring me. I saw my fingers caressing her pussy, and then slowly pushing into her, as she moaned. I heard her saying, “Yes.” I saw myself kneeling before her, pushing my tongue into her waiting pussy as she lay back against the wall, her legs spread invitingly, asking me to take her. I imagined her hands on my head, gripping me tight, as she moaned loudly with every lick of my tongue against her clit. I was dizzy thinking about it, the hot water hitting the back of my neck. I imagined her screaming out in ecstasy as I flicked my tongue against her clit as fast as I could, bringing her to a shuddering climax. I shook my head under the water, clearing my mind of the fantasy.
As I was about to leave for the office, my phone rang. Charlie had arrived on the early bus from New York and asked if I could pick him up at the station. As we drove from the station, I asked him why he left the Boardwalk, it seemed like such a great place for him to be. He said he thought I might be able to offer him an opportunity to work steadily and get his life back in order. I was honored by his words. “You made some pretty good money, there, didn’t you?” I asked.
“I did okay. Made some extra working for Jazmyn, too,” he replied.
“Jazmyn, the Fortune Teller? The one you pushed me to that night?”
“Yep. She paid me five dollars for anyone I brought to her for a reading.”“I had no idea. I‘ll bet she‘s gonna miss you.”
“Probably. She said I was the best carriage guy on the Boardwalk. She sent this for you.”He handed me a small envelope, brownish in color, it had an antique look to it. On it was written in a Cyrillic looking style, the word “Lover.” I turned it over and saw that it was sealed with a small gob of red wax. Not wanting to read it in front of Charlie, I put it up under the visor. “How did she know you were going to see me?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I told her I was going north to see about working for a friend and she handed me the envelope. ‘Give this to your friend,’ she said. I figured that was you.”We arrived at the office and I introduced Charlie to my secretary and asked her to help him find a place to stay. I went into my office and started working on some papers, when I remembered the envelope. I stood to go out and retrieve it, when I saw you standing in the outer office talking to my secretary. I went to the door and asked you what was going on. You were clenching a one hundred dollar bill in your hand.
“Just thought I’d take you to lunch, if you have the time,” you said, waving the bill in front of me. We went across the street to the Greek restaurant. You were acting very nervous, your legs didn’t stop moving beneath the table. You placed the bill in the middle of the table, and as we waited for our food, you started talking.
“Baby, I don’t know why, but I feel it’s time I told you what’s going on with me,” you said.
“What is it, baby?” I asked. “You seem upset.”
“Don’t get mad, okay?”“I’ll try not to, baby.”
“Well, I’ve been seeing this other guy. I’ve been seeing him a long time, even before we started going out this time. He’s a married guy.”“I don’t believe I’m hearing this. What the fuck?”
“Baby, I’m sorry. I had an affair with him a long time ago, when we worked together. He works for the Government, and travels all the time. I go with him sometimes. He pays my way.”“So you’ve been fucking this guy and me at the same time?”
“Baby, I wanted to end it, really. But I couldn’t. I don’t know why. Besides, most of the time he doesn’t even wanna fuck.”“Oh?”
“Yeah, he’s kinda weird. He always asks me to spank him while he masturbates.”“You’ve gotta be fucking shitting me! Is this your idea of a joke?”
“I’m so sorry, baby. He’s just weird, is all. That’s where the hundred came from, too.”“So, what, you’re a prostitute? He pays you to spank him?”
“No, baby. The first time I went to a hotel with him, he left a hundred for me with a note telling me to buy something nice for myself while he was in his meeting. Just, ever since, he leaves a hundred on the nightstand.”I was feeling sick to my stomach. The muscles in the back of my neck were contracting. I looked at you and all of a sudden I didn’t know you. You were no longer the cute little eighteen year old I fell in love with in college. I felt crushed.
“I don’t want to eat anymore,” I said. “Let’s just go okay?”
“It gets worse, baby.”“What do you mean?”
“I’m pregnant. It’s his, not yours. I’m gonna have an abortion though, I already know that. I’m going on Thursday to Planned Parenthood. He doesn‘t even know.”A sense of betrayal came over me. I felt like you had plunged a knife into my gut and was slowly turning it, causing me maximum pain, before you finished me off. My stomach was in knots, my head was aching. My thoughts ran wildly from rage to sorrow. I knew now what it was like to have a broken heart.
“So, where the fuck do we go from here?” I asked.
“I don’t know baby. I don’t know. But, I don’t wanna go for the abortion by myself. Take me there if you can, baby. Please forgive me.”We left the restaurant and as devastated as I was, I told you I would be there for you on Thursday. You threw your arms around my shoulders and hugged me tight.
“I’m sorry, baby,” you said. I hugged you back, and told you that I forgave you. I walked you to your car, we kissed a quick goodbye and you drove off. I had a dazed feeling.
On the way back to my office I stopped at my car and picked up Jazmyn’s envelope. When I got into my office, I stared at it, not wanting to disturb its beauty by opening it. Reluctantly, I got my brass letter opener and carefully sliced open the side and slipped the note out. The aroma of cinnamon filled my nostrils. The paper was beautiful, a small piece of parchment with flowers printed on the top. In her Cyrillic style, Jazmyn had written, “If she loved you, she would not be with another. Nor would you. I am here. Yours, Jazmyn.”
I went out and asked my secretary to book two stays at the Showboat for the weekend; a suite for me and a room for Charlie. I found Charlie in the break room, drinking coffee, and told him we would be going to the Boardwalk for the weekend. He smiled. I went home after that and seeing the bag of oils still there on the floor, I told myself they would be my first gift to Jazmyn. I went to bed that night with my cock in my hand, and Jazmyn on my mind.