Chamois - Sex Stories

Chamois

... when no one was around, were directed to Air Buddy, an imaginary friend he had invented years ago, who Will talked when, he was really talking to himself. “This seems backward, how did I get into this? Oh yeah, why did I tell her, I wanted, to see those shorts?” Air Buddy was silent as usual. The throaty sound of a Porsche 997 Turbo broke Will’s concentration and caused him to lean and peer out his front window. Will recognized Jasmine as the beautiful blue eyed, blonde pilot. I’m way outclassed, he thought, suddenly feeling his stomach was knotting and as he headed out the front door he was thinking, he hoped this would get over quickly. “You have to open your own door” Jasmine teased, “Say, you do clean up rather well”. Will pretended not to notice the low cut blouse or, Jasmine’s cleavage, or Jasmine’s over the knee skirt and bare feet. It all seemed strange until Will noticed pair of classy shoes wedged between the seats. She would put them on before they entered the restaurant. Jasmine smelled absolutely delicious and it was a perfume Will had never experienced tantalizing his nose. He leaned back slightly, inhaled and Jasmine noticed, “Do you like it?” It was as if, she could read his mind as she flipped her wrist under Will’s nose, “I ordered it from a shop in France ”. “Very sweet” Will slightly relaxed. Dinner went well partially, because the restaurant she chose was not too upper-crusty. Jasmine did most of the talking which, was in the form of questions. Will ...

... wondered if she had been to law school so to be safe, he answered as briefly as possible. Jasmine had insisted it was going to be her treat which seemed odd to Will yet, nearly everything he had done that day, was unusual. Will was unaware the food was mediocre, he didn’t know if there was a waiter or a waitress, his attention was on Jasmine. As he was sliding back into the Porsche, two beers heavier, Will thought “I think I can make it home without this being a disaster.” Almost before that thought was complete Jasmine dropped a new venture on him. “Would you like to see my shop?” “You don’t need to give me a tour, I really…” He wanted to beg off. “I love to show off my work especially, the designs we are drawing for a supplier of women’s clothing.” Jasmine cut him off before he could come up with an excuse then she raised an eyebrow “Can you keep a secret?” “So far, it doesn’t seem like I’ve been able to keep many from you.” Will lamented. Jasmine ignored his remark, “You guys are probably not really interested anyway but, you can pretend.” Will looked around to see who the other guy was and not finding him, reluctantly agreed. Jasmine’s shop was large; Will had imagined a small one room operation. It included several sewing machines, drawings on easels, partially finished apparel on forms & manikins work tables and an amazing lighting system. Formerly a large ranch style home over half of the living space had been converted into a business. Not needing all the living space a ...