Chamois - Sex Stories

Chamois

... motion. It was Jasmine doing a mini pirouette and asking, “What do you think?” “Uh, oh that would be classified information.” He’d never seen anything quite like that at least, not outside of a girly magazine. “Well, here’s my card, I do sewing and alterations and I’m available for lunch, most days.” Jasmine tucked the card into his shirt pocket and was gone before he could respond. Work that day once again, seemed slightly out of time and Will couldn’t help but wonder what was on this girl’s mind. He certainly knew what was on his, a longer, closer view of those shorts but, it was a busy day and he needed to stay focused. After Will closed the store that night he retrieved the card from his pocket. At the top it said “Sewing – Alterations-- Creations” with “ALL THAT’S JAS” centered and Jasmines phone number below but, no address. Will concluded she was just having fun with him, but perhaps, he would call, next week. She sure did seem to be quite friendly. Sundays Will reserved for his own cars and he had a key to the store if, he needed parts. Engrossed under the hood, in old coveralls, Will hadn’t shaved that morning, his hair tussled and a coffee mug was balanced on the fender. Things were moving right along and he was making progress on the hot rod he had owned since high school. "So, did you lose my card?" Jasmine’s sweet voice startled Will and caused him to bump his head and drop his wrench which rattled its way down through the engine compartment and clink on the ...

... floor. “Ouch!” Will rubbed the bump on his head as Jasmine’s long sexy leg swept under the car and slid the wrench out. “Looks like you need an assistant and its Sunday, you’re supposed to relax.” Will’s sheepish grin was accentuated by a splotch of grease on his cheek. He wiped the sweat off his brow, “Yeah, I suppose but, this is the only time I have for my stuff”. “You didn’t answer my first question, do you need another card?” She held one up. “Uh, no I didn’t want to seem well, you know, pushy.” Will was lying and she knew it. “I heard you were awfully shy but, I think I can get you over that”, Jasmine’s tongue moved from the corner of her mouth and disappeared as she playfully bit her lower lip, smiled a very seductive smile and her blue eyes iced him. “Who told you I’m shy?” Will wasn’t on any social web sites so; someone must be talking to her. “My research tells me you are 24, don’t have a wife or a girl friend and it appears not a boyfriend either if, you know what I mean.” She continued, “It’s obvious you need some help with the social graces so, why don’t we start with dinner? Grab a shower and I’ll pick you up around six.” Jasmine was, once again, gone before Will could fully process what was happening. Will showered, shaved, combed his hair, brushed his teeth twice, put on his best jeans & western shirt and the cool new boots that hurt his feet. In this process it had occurred to him Jasmine was picking him up resulting in mental questions. Questions Will vocalized ...