She meets the Stranger. [M/F] {written for women} | 2016

[I am currently seeing a woman I met online, and I decided to write down our first encounter. I haven't written anything in about seven years, so I took this opportunity to write something as I always wanted to write erotic stories. I chose to challenge myself and try to write this erotic story for women. Writing porn for men, from my male perspective, is too easy, and thus I wanted to learn some different writing styles. If this story proves popular, my FWB and I have met a few more times, so I have plenty more to write. What I am really looking for is if this story 'does it' for women reading this. Men are welcomed to! On a side note, my FWB loves this, but I want outside opinions, thank!!!!]

Head bent down, reading the text on her phone from the stranger, Jasmine left her parked car and cautiously walked up to his cream colored house. It was late in the cool evening and Jasmine couldn’t really get a good look at the house itself as none of the exterior lights were on. She did note how well groomed the lawn was as she strolled past it. This yard belong to a stranger who liked to keep his surroundings in order, she noted. Being that Jasmine never met this man in person before, the clean cut nature of the lawn seemed like a positive point for the stranger. Jasmine hugged herself to warm up as she stood at the wooden front door.

Only one week prior, Jasmine had logged onto a dating website for the first time in two years. Within the first minute of logging on, Jasmine was bombarded with dozens of instant messages and crass private emails. She randomly chose a few popped up message windows to respond to. One of the uninteresting messages simple said “Hello :)”... nothing special, she thought, and moved the window aside. As she sorted through her message windows, she began to weed out and ignore the men whose mannerisms seemed to arrive fresh from the stone age. Jasmine eventually returned to “Hello :)” and for some reason stopped herself from closing out them short message. Jasmine decided to say hello back, and see where this would go. After a few minutes of conversing with HardLatinMachine, she was surprised by his his use of correct grammar, punctuation and most of all, his manners. Was he really like this in real life, or was he just playing at some game just to get into her pants? The answer was both

Eventually HardLatinMachine introduced himself as James. They continued to chat for a what turned from a few minutes into hours and into many days. He seemed to say all the right words, phrases and topics that Jasmine liked herself. James seemed to like all the pleasures Jasmine enjoyed. He seemed to know when to joke, be serious and when to be sarcastic. James was never rude to Jasmine. James never tried to be anyone but himself for Jasmine either.

Jasmine loved the fact that James knew how to press all the right buttons in their conversations to keep the attraction between them interesting for her. Jasmine eventually learned that James abhors texting, but she noted that besides that fact, James continued to text with her at her leisure, whether it was two in the afternoon or two at night, James tried his best to keep Jasmine smiling. The want, the need, welled up inside Jasmine, and she had to meet James at the very least to see if all this conversing was just smoke and mirrors or if James’ intellectual bark was a delicious as his bite...

Jasmine knocked eagerly on the wooden door. James knew she was in his neighborhood via text and was waiting by the door for the past 15 minutes. James opened the door and with a large smile greeted Jasmine by slightly bowing and extending his arm gesturing her into his home. Jasmine blushed slightly, returned a smile of her own and walked past James.

James led Jasmine through the living room and into the kitchen where he proceeded to engage her in that awkward small talk - the kind of talk where neither person knows what the next minute will bring, so each sentence said becomes a mystery into the future. Jasmine had told James in a previous text some days earlier that she actually didn’t like small talk, and had asked James to just sweep her off her feet as soon as she entered the house. James obviously had forgotten this request and kept chatting away with her for a few minutes until he realized what he was doing… James immediately fixed his posture and calmly invited Jasmine into his bedroom. Jasmine put her purse down on the marble countertop, picked up her cellphone, and with a bit of bravado in her step, followed James.

They both walked into his bedroom where James then bade Jasmine to sit on his bed. Jasmine nodded, sat on the edge of his bed and was slightly surprised when James didn’t sit next to her. James walked over to his computer, sat in his red leather chair and started to fidget with the keyboard. Jasmine didn’t know what to make of that and nervously started to fiddle with her cell phone.

James had lay with many women in his life, but no matter how many women he kept company with, James never knew what response he would get, so everything he was doing was slow, calculated and methodical. He didn’t want to come off as too greedy, too grabby, possibly too rude. James slightly ignored Jasmine while she sat on his bed and typed out some text message to a friend. There were no games being played here, no head tricks. Just a woman inside a stranger’s house wondering what moves this stranger would try and said stranger being careful not offend his beautiful guest.

After a few minutes of casual banter between them, James felt like the time was right to make a physical move on her, so he quickly got up out of his cool leather chair and walked over to Jasmine. As James walked to the bed, Jasmine suddenly felt that drive to invite and layed on her back, though still on her phone twiddling away at some email. James has seen this song and dance before and knew that Jasmine was accepting of him. James asked Jasmine to scoot over on the bed to make room for him. Jasmine nodded, then moved over. James knew the amount of space needed for him to be able to romance Jasmine and asked her to move over a little more, and Jasmine happily did just that.

Both of them, fully clothed, laid together side by side. James was figuring out the best way to approach her while Jasmine was wondering what James was going to do. Jasmine seemed very calm, very sure of herself, but James correctly assumed she was just nervous and attempting to hide her feelings. As Jasmine talked about various aspects of her life, James studied her face and neck, waiting for the right time to get closer to her and caress her. Jasmine admitted to James that she felt unusually comfortable around him. Jasmine was even slightly embarrassed at the amount of personal life she was spilling into James’ intent ears without noticing what she was saying until after the fact. Typically, for James at least, when a woman admits to being so open without realizing it, that is typically the sign for James to move in for the kill.

Some days ago Jasmine admitted she loved to have her hair played with and caressed to James, and James remembered. James slowly reached over to the side of Jasmine’s porcelain face and flew his fingers across her delicate cheek and through her soft hair.

Funny thing too… James very much loved the exact same things most women like done to them. That meant James was able to apply what felt good to him perfectly onto a woman’s body. When James touched Jasmine’s flush cheek, she was taken back at how perfect his touch is. How he is able to caress, pet and feel with the perfect amount of pressure on any body part.

Jasmine felt pleased as James ran his searching fingers through her hair, rubbing her scalp and lightly raking her temples with his short nails. Jasmine’s head tilted back without her noticing, but was abruptly stopped as James lightly, yet firmly, grabbed her hair and jerked her head forward. His fingers kept swirling down the back of her scalp and above the back of her neck. With one hand holding her hair, James' other hand began marking crop circles across the back of Jasmine’s scalp. Jasmine was pretty excited to find out that, so far, he seemed to know what he was doing. Jasmine silently hoped that he wouldn’t do anything to ruin the moment, that he would keep this perfect feeling going on for the entire evening.

Yank!

Jasmine’s head was jerked to one side. James confidently instructed Jasmine to lay on her side. Jasmine, without hesitation rolled over and exposed her back James. The fact that she listened to James without hesitation surprised Jasmine, yet, turned her on even more than she already was.

As James held Jasmine’s hair in on hand, Jasmine felt James’ other hand begin to slowly scrape across the nape of her neck and up into the base of her scalp. This immediately shot tingles across her neck, down her shoulders, up her back and down her sides. If Jasmine was lying in her grave, James was the one dancing on it. Jasmine loved this feeling - being able to relax and be comfortable in a stranger’s caring arms. Jasmine felt as if she knew James for years and completely let her guard down while James’ fingers danced across the back of her neck. Jasmine felt wanted and at ease but most importantly, safe. Somewhere deep inside her Jasmine knew James wouldn’t harm her, so she let all her walls crumble, let her arms and legs stretch, and let James play with her body like she secretly wished a man would!

Jasmine then felt James’ warm tongue tap the nape of her red neck. It’s tip was moist, warm and alluring. Jasmine shuddered for a second as she got used to its sensation on her beautiful skin. James’ tongue didn’t just smack itself fully on her skin… no… James knew the order of sensation. James knew how the nervous system worked in the human body, and only applied light touches at first. James’ tongue flicked itself upwards into the roots of her hair, just above the base of her neck. James still gripped her hair tightly in one hand while his warm tongue flicked and licked her skin in slow yet quick motions across the grain of her hair.

Jasmine curled up, pulling her knees to her stomach, and felt a slow rolling pulse through her body with each lap of his tongue. James took his free hand and wrapped it around Jasmine’s body from behind, hugging her, holding her, inviting her into his safety.

Jasmine absolutely loved this! A strong gentleman with the perfect touch pleasing the back of her neck and scalp while holding her tight in a loving embrace. Jasmine lost track of time for what seemed like an eternity of James licking, kissing and probing. Jasmine guided James’ hugging hand to cup her breasts, and James instinctively began to tweak her nipples through her white shirt and lace bra.

James moved his crotch up against Jasmine’s bottom and strongly spooned her from behind. He began to slowly grind his groin against her perfectly round bottom while hugging her body and licking her skin. Jasmine felt his impressive cock press up against her ass. She suddenly felt a twinge of wetness make it’s way out of her groin, across the leg that she was laying on and trickle off onto the bed.

James then tilted her head romantically to expose her tiny ear. His tongue started to lightly lick and kiss her sensitive lobe. Jasmine knew James was in complete of her body. He could do anything he wanted to her, yet James chose to keep pleasing her skin and mind over the carnal pleasures his swollen groin wanted to inflict into her.

Jasmine knew that this man, this stranger, this random name from the internet, could do whatever he wanted to her, and she would let him… no… she didn’t have the ability to choose in any capacity as she was completely drawn within James’ desire. He completely owned Jasmine, and the both of them knew it. Jasmine was in that special place most women dream of… That warm cocoon, enveloped by loving man, in which she knew she was safe, that the rest of the world did not matter at that very moment, did not even exist. Even though this meeting could have been nothing more than meaningless sex, Jasmine somehow knew this was something more… or at the very least, she knew that James was something special, and James was making this encounter something more than most men would for her pleasure.

Jasmine didn’t want this feeling to ever end, but even James, master of his domain, couldn’t fight the growing power welling up between his muscular legs. The overwhelming urge to mate, to love, to fuck, was growing stronger. That primal feeling began to guide James’ body without him noticing it.

Before James realized, he had turned her on her back, positioned himself over her body, pinned her arms down to the bed with his hands, and placed one leg to her side and another leg between her thighs. The lover began to fade from James’ movements and the animal began to take over… slowly… but James wasn’t quite done pleasing her flesh and soul just yet.

Hovering over Jasmine, James’ perfectly formed lips descended down upon the side of her neck. His warm lips touching and wetting her smooth skin with light pecks. James alternated between quick, little kisses that nipped at her flush skin and deep, wide sucking kisses that closed around her skin like a swallowing, wet tunnel. James assured Jasmine that he would never leave a mark on her skin. James knew the right amount of pressure needed to entice the skin while not breaking any blood vessels. James sucked and kissed both sides of her now wet neck, all the while slowly passing under her chin with the tip of his tongue.

James’ face levitated over Jasmine’s and he solemnly kissed Jasmine on her rose red lips. Both pairs of lips were soft and complimentary. They then began to alternate probing tongue swaps into each other’s mouths. Jasmine was amazed at how perfect he kissed her, at how his mouth matched her every move, as ever thrust and retreat of his swollen tongue danced around her mouth like a mayfly upon thirsty waters. This was the first time they have locked lips, yet he kissed her as if her were physically part of her mouth. There was no boundary between his lips and her lips… They seemingly shared the same pair of lips during their wet embrace. Jasmine was lost inside his magic. James worked his voodoo, charming her, hypnotizing her like a cobra under the spell of a flute. He moved his head to the right at the very same time she did. And then to the left. His tongue matched hers in perfect unison. With their eyes closed, they both partook in the black dance that is deep kissing, losing themselves in each other. Jasmine forgot who she was. She only knew James. She only knew his mouth, breath and heat existed. For a few minutes, Jasmine was no more. She was lost in him

Abruptly James grabbed her hair, jerked her hair back and broke Jasmine out of her trance. The sudden strength James forced through her head and neck reminded her of how much power this seemingly delicate gentleman had.

James lightly nibbled her chin.

Jasmine felt his knee positioned between her legs press up against her delicate rose.

James sweetly kissed her nose

Jasmine felt his knee press against the top of her flower, and onto her sacred spot.

James lightly kissed her eye brows.

Jasmine felt his knee slowly work her beautiful button in small, strong circles.

James drew his hot tongue across her creamy forehead.

Jasmine felt his knee slide up and down between her petals.

James carefully cupped both sides of her head and stared into her eyes.

Jasmine was full. She couldn’t hold it anymore. She wanted James inside her. Now.

James positioned both legs between her thighs and began to dry hump Jasmine through her clothing. She felt his hard member press up against her wet flower. James knew the position of his cock’s head, and forced it onto her wonderful button through both of their clothing. Jasmine felt his hard head pressing up against her little clit, working her tenderly through slow, circular motions. Jasmine whispered to James…

“Mmmmm… I want you inside me… James...” “Are you sure, beautiful?” “Yes James… Please… please…” She stuttered… “...fuck me”

James smiled, then calmly left her embrace. Jasmine hastily pulled off her clothing while James did the same in kind. Jasmine’s shaved womanhood, which was ready to eat, glistened in front of James’ hypnotized eyes while his hard member, which was ready to feed, hung stiff between her legs.

James rolled on a condom, then decided warming liquid would not be needed this time… She was sopping wet as is and James knew too much lubrication could lessen the internal feeling, friction, for Jasmine.

James repositioned himself between her legs in missionary, gripped the base of his thick cock in one hand and then spread her wet petals with the thumb and index fingers of his other hand. He slowly pressed the big tip of his cock against her small entrance.

James then entered Jasmine.

It felt like a rush, a cloud, of existence was filling her up from her entrance to the back wall of her silk tunnel. James’ cock filled her up like wave crashing into every nook possible. Immediately as James’ hot member slowly pressed against the back of her sacred place, Jasmine knew this was going be something special, something unexpectedly wonderful.

James grabbed Jasmine by the sides of her head, laid his body weight on top of her, and lovingly pressed his groomed pubic area on top of her shaved flower. They locked stares as James pulled and pushed slowly into her. Each gentle thrust felt like a fat arrow pressing into her warm target. Each powerful press brought James’ body weight through Jasmine’s lower body and up into her torso, slightly pushing her up and into the bed’s headboard.

As James hard shaft slowly massaged Jasmine’s pink walls, he kissed her face, licking her smooth neck, nibble her cute chin, and feasted on her delicious flesh. James remembered Jasmine once mentioned she liked to have her hair pulled, so he obliged, and pulled her head back by her hair with each thrust into her. Her neck was exposed, so James sucked lightly and bit her skin tenderly as his powerful cock parted her existence into half. Jasmine had also asked for the sex to be tender and slow at first so that is what James delivered, but with each slow, scooping thrust, the lover in James began to vanish. The feral animal in James was making an appearance… With each push, pump and press, the animal closed it’s grip tighter and tighter around James’ concentration, and just before Jasmine could tell James she was on her way to orgasm, he stopped, looked at her with devilish eyes, and pulled her legs up into the air.

James knew how to maneuver his piercing mushroom in such a way as to hit Jasmine’s special spot. Jasmine had rarely, if ever, had a man who know how to search and find her inner most sacred spot. She was relieved, and pleased, when she realized what James was doing, and what bundle of nerves his hammer was pounding. As James voraciously pumped Jasmine, his cock’s fat head rubbed in and out of her tight honey suckle, punching against it’s fleshy roof, boxing her special spot.

Just by the very minute changes in Jasmine’s body movements James knew he was on the right track, in the right area, using the perfect tool for the right job. Jasmine moved ever so differently. She moaned and squealed ever so differently. These were the cues James learned to pick up over the years. These cues are Jasmine’s way of saying, yes! Keep going, just like that!

The rhythm game started. When James helps a woman reach that point where she knows she’ll orgasm within the next minute, only two things matter; The rhythm of his thrusts and everything else.

The way James’ hands grip her sides, pouring his strength, confidence and power into her body.. The slightly different way James’ hips grind into hers. James knew that at this point, his manhood was the least important aspect of romantic love making. Jasmine could sense that extra something a man gives during lovemaking that is more than the physical act of sex itself. Jasmine knew that she could very well lose the ability to orgasm if James changed his body language at the last second, but luckily for her, James seemed to know every inch of her body and mind as to physically meld his ambitions straight between her womb.

As James owned her, he made sure his rhythm played in tune with her immediate needs. He needed to speed up, slow down, push harder, move around inside her at the right moments to help her achieve what she so desperately wanted. James used both his rhythm, and everything else, to help Jasmine reach perfection. Jasmine’s petals explode, releasing a warm river out from between her legs. Wet fireworks shooting in all directions. Jasmine squirts all over, and around, his engorged cock. Jasmine’s legs straighten out and unintentionally try to force James out from between her legs.

Jasmine begins to orgasm, and her beautiful haven begins to hug and pulse around his thick manhood. One, two , three, fourfivesixseven... her tight love tunnel attempting to forcefully push his hard cock out with each maddening muscled-grip. Her milky white legs close like grips around his warm body. James tries with all his willpower to not orgasm while continuing to piston pump Jasmine through her own marvelous orgasm. James knows this orgasm will feel extra wonderful for Jasmine if she has it while he groin presses his diamond hardness deep into her now impossibly tight tunnel!

James grinds hard into Jasmine. His swollen cock force beating it’s way inside Jasmine’s womanhood. Her orgasm slowly comes to an end, eventually tapering away into an evolving memory she’ll have for the rest of her life. James slows then stops, controlling his own orgasm, cutting it off, denying himself pleasure so that he could continue to feed her more delight.

James hangs over Jasmine still and takes a minute to breath deep and composes himself. An almost grim smile shoots across his face as he knows the kind of pleasure he just brought to this beautiful stranger he just brought into his bed. James is the alpha male here, and right now, no other other man in Jasmine’s past exists, pushed out of her memories by his battering ram.

Sweat starts to appear across James’ body in small, glistening droplets. Too small to gather strength and fall, the drops hang onto his skin.

Like a spent machine being fed gasoline, James starts to grind his body into Jasmine again, slowly at first, but quickly picking up power. Jasmine is barely over her orgasm as James’ wide cock begins to force itself deep inside her, probing and pressing, pushing and pumping. James locks his hands behind Jasmine’s head and pulls her body up into him, giving James balance for better thrusts and to switch out the muscles he uses in his legs - resting the tired and activating the eager. James likes to reserve various muscles, never running all of them on empty at the same time. By simply pulling with his arms and arching his back a few inches, James is able to call upon fresh muscles to help him pleasure Jasmine. As his body adjusts, the small sweat drops beading on James’ skin roll into each other, gaining size and weight, then drip off his ever heat increasing body, diving off his chest, arms and nose onto Jasmine’s navel and breasts, splashing both cold and warm sensations across her delicate skin.

Suddenly, and without warning, Jasmine’s Niagara pours out warm liquid onto James’ pumping jackhammer and swaying balls. This pre orgasm gush pours down onto the already soaking wet bed sheets and begins to pool around James’ worked red knees. This extra lubrication relieves some feeling off of James’ sensitive spot under his member’s head, allowing him to pump into Jasmine furiously again.

With this window of opportunity open for James, he quickly forces himself deep into Jasmine, hitting the back of her flower, powerfully kissing her sore back-spot with his punching spear. Jasmine is now mentally gone. She doesn't even know where to put her arms, so they flop out to the sides lifelessly. Her eyes roll back as James’ loving grip behind her head tightens, pulling her chin into her neck.

Jasmine feels James shift his hips again, just like he did before. This slightly different position allows James’ tree trunk to find new, undiscovered spots inside her hallowed forest.

Jasmine snaps back into reality, locks eyes with James, and tiredly whimpers,” Don’t stop… don’t stop… don’t stop... right there... don’t stop…”