Jazmin's Touch - Episode 4

Jazmin found her on a Thursday night, the woman who looked like she'd forgotten how to fuck. Tight blouse, tighter schedule. They talked for twenty minutes. By the time they reached Jazmin's apartment, her fingers were already under that crisp white collar, pulling it open like she was unwrapping something expensive. The woman moaned when Jazmin bit her neck, a soft sound that surprised them both. Clothes came off in pieces. The woman's bra ended up on a lampshade. Jazmin pushed her onto the bed and spread her thighs, tasting salt and nerves and the slow thaw of someone remembering her own body. She came with her hands in Jazmin's hair, then again with Jazmin's fingers inside her, working deep and steady until her hips shook. Later she lay there, flushed and wrecked, staring at the ceiling like she'd just remembered her own name.