She flexed her arm. She had a beautiful, curvy figure, and deep ebony skin. Antonio wanted to get closer to her, touch her immediately, make her his, but of course, he couldn’t do that in public. Especially not to someone he just met.
“Yeah,” he said, “you’re definitely toning on up. I like it. How come you don’t come here more often?”
“Oh, I usually exercise back out at my parents place. It’s nothing special. Just a nice small gym for ourselves.”
“That’s cool. Well, I guess I should go back to my workout now. When yours is done, how about we go and grab something to eat? Dinner? Are you going to be here much longer? Leaving early?”
Jasmine giggled. She shook her head, her beautiful hair swaying from side to side. “No, I’m going to be here for a little bit more. Maybe about thirty minutes? So not too long, but not too short either.”
“That’s about the time that I have left too. I’ll wait around for you when I’m finished outside. I just have to shower and stuff, all right?”
Jasmine said okay, and Antonio went to the squat rack again, finishing up his workout. Some of the other guys were angry that he was taking so long— you weren’t exactly supposed to go chatting to cute girls in the middle of the session— but no matter, some of them were approving of his little debauchery.
She’s definitely one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Has all of the right curves in all of the right places. And definitely can do a mean squat. Look at her go…
Antonio stared at her, making sure to flex his muscles whenever he bent low. He wanted to give her the best gun show she could possibly ever witness. Whenever he bent down to the ground, all of his calve muscles and biceps were fully pushing out of his shirt and pants. And no matter what, he made sure to stick out his ass a little bit. He had heard that some girls really enjoyed the guy with a huge ass.
He finished up quickly, going over to her and telling her about his shower. “Just a moment,” he said. She nodded again, and Antonio got into washing himself down fast. He rubbed himself, head to toe, making sure to clean up every inch of him. Then he got back on out, throwing on another good T-shirt, another pair of casual jeans.
She was waiting for him right outside, her arms crossed, having just showered herself as well. “There you are,” she said, releasing her arms from her chest. “I was wondering where you went.”
“Sorry,” Antonio said, not at all truly apologetic. He needed to look good for her, and he knew that he did. Before he had left the bathroom, he redid his hair, drying his spikes in a new wave pattern across his scalp. He wanted to look like a boy toy of sorts. Sure, maybe he was a little bit into his appearance…but he could tell Jasmine was already wet in her crotch.
Literally.
He didn’t say anything to her. He didn’t want to embarrass her. But all the while, as they walked out of the gym, he saw the patch in her crotch grow longer, wider, and darker. Once they were outside, it didn’t matter anymore, because the darkness had set upon Scottsdale.
It just makes me feel really good knowing that she’s into me like this. That I have this kind of… sex appeal power over her…because she’s made me wet as fuck too.
Yes. Down in Antonio’s boxer briefs…
Down in Antonio’s boxer briefs, he had pre-come so much, that his legs were sticky, and he needed another shower…
JASMINE
He’s so fucking sexy.
Jasmine couldn’t stop staring at Antonio. The way he moved, even through the night, attracted her like a month to light. She couldn’t stop raking him up and down with her eyes, couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I bet he’s going places. He looks like a successful guy…
Jasmine had driven her car to campus, but since Antonio lived in one of the dorms, he had only walked. When they arrived at Jasmine’s Ferrari, Antonio was nonplussed.
“That’s a really nice car,” he said, flatly. “A really, really nice car.”
Jasmine had no problem flaunting her wealth. Everyone but eventually find out, and all of the telltale signs of sincerity were apparent in the first couple of days. She could tell when people were into her simply for her money.
It seemed like Antonio was the type of person who had handled money before. His reaction betrayed no signs of being a male gold digger. And he didn’t at all talk about the car beyond saying that it was, “nice.”
“Where should we go?” Jasmine said.
“How about we go to… Tina’s Five Star Experience? That side of town is really nice, isn’t it?”
It was a section of Scottsdale, a section that catered to exclusively the upper classes. Only people who had billions or millions of dollars could ever hope to shop there or drop even a little bit of money.
“That sounds all right,” Jasmine said. Although, she thought to herself, that’s kind of expensive. How does he have that kind of money? There’s definitely more to him than meets the eye…
Jasmine drove across the Scottsdale highways, making sure to obey all of the traffic laws. “How long have you been living here?” Antonio said.
“All of my life, unfortunately. I didn’t feel like going away for college. I like this area, I guess. It’s an okay place to be. Where are you from?”
“I’m from all the way in the Philippines. From a city called General Santos. It’s in a place called Mindanao, far, far away. On like, the southern end of the country. When I say it’s far, I’m talking about flights that can last over a day long.”
“That’s really cool. But the flights don’t sound so great.”
“No, they’re pretty atrocious. Have you ever been outside of the country before?”
Jasmine shook her head. “I’m always here in the United States. I don’t really go outside of the country. I really want to, but I just haven’t had the right reason.”
But going to the Philippines with you might sound like a good enough reason to fly someplace… I would love to get down with you…
“What’s your major?” Antonio said, asking the dreaded question
Jasmine hated having people ask her what her major was. Because it always sounded extremely dumb. Over the years, she hated having to talk about it. What was she thinking when she was eighteen? When she was nineteen? Twenty? All of those bad decisions. All of those bad choices. It was like a never ending train of pain and humiliation.
Jasmine told Antonio anyway.
“Oh,” Antonio said, still as if Jasmine had said nothing special. “That’s cool.”
Maybe he doesn’t like me that much. Maybe all he’s after is a good night of sex. Is that what I want? I thought I was changing myself for the better…
Having a good night of sex wasn’t exactly a bad thing. But it wasn’t a good thing either. Jasmine was hoping that Antonio would be the type of guy who wanted to settle down for more than one night. Multiple dates. A place in her heart for him, and vice versa.
“Have you ever been to Tina’s Five Star Experience before?”
“Only once,” Jasmine said. It had been for her father’s birthday. They did not go frequently because of the price—her parents were misers. Too cheap to even enjoy their money. “It’s a really nice place, and I like the fact that they have a casual bar in addition to a dress-up option.”
“Yeah,” Antonio said, “the suit and tie section is kind of intimidating, but it’s the type of place I like to go when I have nothing better to do and lots of money to burn.”
Jasmine laughed. It sounded like not only had he handled lots of wealth before, but he knew what it was like to be wealthy. She had never met a guy on her level. Never hung out around a man who wouldn’t be attracted to her simply because she had lots of dollar bills. Jasmine bit her lip. Antonio was raking his fingers through his hair, pulling down the vanity mirror to glance at himself. She wanted to fuck him right then and there, stop the car, get on out, and make something happen.
“I think will have a good time,” Jasmine said.
When th
ey got to Tina’s Five Star Experience, there was a long winding road curving against the highway. Jasmine quickly turned off and into her exit, swerving down the road, getting right into the parking lot, stopping in a nice slot near the doorway. The crowd tonight was…thin. There weren’t many people at Tina’s Five Star Experience at all.
That was good, considering Jasmine hated the crowds. Sometimes, there were way too many at the front, at the back—how, the lines could stretch on and on and on into the darkness on the weekends.
Jasmine would have plenty of eye candy time with Antonio in front of her. And without too much noise. Her pussy was getting wet, and she couldn’t wait to ravish him. Better yet, she wanted to have him right against her pussy, his tongue digging deep into her—
“So,” Antonio said, interrupting her thoughts. “What do you want to go and eat?”
Tina’s Five Star Experience had various parts to the complex. At the back, there was a cool jazz bar. And at the front, there were plenty of plants, as if they were somewhere in the Philippine jungle. Exotic luscious flowers, spilling from hanging chandeliers, filled with green and yellow petals. On the left-hand side, there was a nature trail, leading down into her bike path. On the right-hand side, you could see the cityscape of Scottsdale, the eternal and dry midnight desert.
“I’m really up for anything,” Jasmine said.
Really, I’m up for anything. I can’t wait for him to, oh, God!
Jasmine couldn’t help herself. She was just so horny and wanting for sex. But at the same time, she really wanted to get to know this guy. It was hard being such a young beauty. It was hard being a woman who was trapped by propriety as well as her animalistic desires. What was a woman supposed to do when she had ideas…
“How about we try out the bar first?” Antonio said. He put his hands in his pockets, and Jasmine ran her eyes up and down the length of his forearms. They were muscular, and they bulged no matter how he flexed them. She managed glimpse the inside of his shirt.
I’m so wet, Jasmine thought.
Sitting down by the barstools, Jasmine flattened out her jeans. She quickly excused herself to go to the bathroom, slinging her purse over her shoulder. She went on in, and fixed up her hair. Then she checked her panties. They were absolutely soaked. Soaked and slicked over in her ecstasy.
I can’t believe this. We haven’t even done anything yet. And he started turning me on so much. I just want to—I want him to fuck me so hard.
Jasmine fixed up her weave. There were occasional fears she had whenever she wore one: that her tracks were coming loose, or that her edges were eroding, or that she had—the worst of all— a bald spot at the back. She inspected at every angle, making sure that nothing showed from underneath. She patted her hair, trying to assure herself.
I think I look great. I feel great. I have a lot of confidence. I shouldn’t be scared at all. Besides, my dad owns Southwest Financial Resources. My mom owns Beautiful Hair For You LLC.. Even if this doesn’t work out, I have plenty of options. My parents will be of the find me someone… I think they will…
Of course, it could be that her parents would simply cut her off. That her parents would show her the door, make her fend for herself.
Finding a man would be the least of her problems then.
Putting away a hairbrush, Jasmine tottered back on outside. Antonio was sliding a couple of drinks before himself, and by the time Jasmine got back to her seat, she had a martini in her hands.
“Thanks for getting me this,” she said. “I think this looks really good.”
Antonio had already downed a couple of sips. His face had a beautiful tan to it, and now, in the semidarkness of the bar, he looked like an classical statue. All chiseled features, with a beautiful slope to his neck down to broad shoulders, the hard roundness of his pectoral muscles, bursting biceps…
“I’m sorry,” Jasmine said, “what did you say?”
Jasmine had been daydreaming, but Antonio had been talking. Whatever he had said, she completely missed it. But she was able to blame it all on the loud bartender.
“You look beautiful in that dress,” Antonio said, leaning close to her ear, breathing hot air right down into her canal. Her pussy got so wet, she felt juice sliding down her thigh. Just a little bit, nothing too much. But it was enough to make her notice the squishy feeling below.
“Maybe we should go someplace quieter?” she said. Antonio nodded.
They went on out to the nature trail. If it weren’t for a couple of lanterns posted into the ground, Jasmine would not be able to see anything. It was just so dark. Antonio held her hand, guiding her along a cobblestone path, a dirt trail leading to a bunch of bushes and trees. She pressed herself up against him, holding his hand tight, leaning against his muscular body. She could practically hear the throb and vigor of his heart beating outwards, racing and lacing Jasmine’s mind in an ecstasy she had never known before.
Simply standing next to him made her want him absolutely.
Walking with him.
Smelling him.
Seeing.
“This is really nice, by far my favorite part of the entire complex,” Antonio said. “You could get lost out here for days and never come out of it.”
It was true. Tina’s Five Star Experience had managed a backyard park for several years. Well, it wasn’t an official park or anything. But more of a private, secluded, exclusive place for rich folk to sort of meander about. You could hear owls cooing in the night. And sometimes, if you squinted hard enough, you could see the spiral arms of the Milky Way galaxy. Just faintly.
They walked all the way to the far and of the trail…which was really the beginning. It stretched on for miles, going deep into the darkness. There were other couples, some joggers, and an assorted group of tourists. Tons of people by the patio behind them, drinking, having a good time.
“How about we go down the trail?” Antonio said. Even in the darkness, Jasmine could see his brilliant white teeth. She pressed closer to him again, squeezing and pumping his hand. Every time she did so, she could feel every inch of his tanned musculature. Incredibly hot. Incredibly sexy.
“I want to go wherever you want to go,” Jasmine said, giggling. The martini was getting to her. She was all bubbly and so…ready for a good night. A long, hard night. Somewhere whisked away with him, deep in the depths of Tina’s Five Star Experience.
“Tell me more about yourself,” Antonio said, as they were walking along, following trail of lights. “I feel like I don’t really know much about you.” He laughed. “That was a stupid thing to say, wasn’t it? We just met. But I feel like… I feel like I know the basics. But I want to know what makes you tick and stuff. Like, what attracted you to me? “
“What attracted me to you? Well…”
“Besides the fact that I’m fucking hot.”
Jasmine blushed. “Stop.”
“I’m just kidding,” Antonio said. “I know I’m actually really very sexy.” He cocked his head to the side, making a clicking sound with his tongue. “No, but really. Tell me more about yourself.”
“I’m just a girl. My parents own some businesses. I’ve had a nice life in Scottsdale. It’s been pleasant. Nothing too hard. Of course, we all have our problems though. Some things that I really enjoy doing are, well, things like running. I do like to run. If it was the daytime, I might suggest that both of us take a jog somewhere. Like here.”
“I definitely got a vibe from you that you enjoy a bit of exercise.”
Jasmine was a curvy woman after all. She might have been a “big girl,” but she was definitely the type to care about herself, and be healthy at the weight that she was at. Anyone that told her otherwise was just wrong.
“What else?” Antonio said.
“I really enjoy fashion. My mom is a hairdresser. She owns a business called Beautiful Hair For You LLC.. I don’t think you ever heard of it, considering that it’s a black people business.”
Antonio laughed. “A black people bus
iness. That’s funny.”
“Yeah,” Jasmine said. “A lot of people don’t know this, but our hair texture is really different. There’s an entire community behind it. And are all sorts of movements…people can really politicize just the way you wear your hair.”
“Really? I didn’t know that.”
“Our hair is the most unique. It’s just so kinky and comes in all sorts of textures and blends. Like, naturally, I’m a 4c. That’s really kinky and tight. I could practically grow an eighties afro if I wanted to.”
Jasmine suddenly felt self-conscious about revealing her hair texture. It was one thing to wear weaves privately. But did outsiders really know about how black women wore weave? She could remember in high school, how other kids would make fun of the way black women had to create tracks against their scalp. How they weren’t “beautiful” because they weren’t “normal” expensive hair extensions that other kids would wear. She remembered seeing pictures online about women wearing weave, and about how they installed the different kinds. A sense of childhood ambivalence overtook Jasmine. A sense of vulnerability. Would Antonio make fun of her? If she took off her weave, would Antonio still like her?
“That’s really interesting,” Antonio said. “I didn’t know about that.”
Wanting to change the subject, Jasmine said, “How about you? Tell me more about yourself. What is General Santos like? Tell me more about the day-to-day stuff, and the weather, oh, it sounds like a pleasant place to be.”
“It can be. But sometimes there are a lot of problems. The Philippines itself has a lot of issues to work out. There is widespread poverty. And most people are unable to leave the country. Most people would like to, and then at the same time, if things were better, they wouldn’t have to. So I think there’s definitely a love-hate relationship with the archipelago. As for the city itself, well, it’s located right near an ocean bay. It’s called Sarangani. It’s quite pristine and stretches out way into the horizon.” Antonio closed his eyes, holding tighter Jasmine’s hand. “You have to imagine, a place with crystal blue waters, one that is so clean, you would feel bad using it for anything else besides a painting or inspiration. The city has about half a million people in it. The languages are mainly English and Tagalog, though other people speak others like Cebuano. My family does a lot with sardines. Sometimes, I get packages of the stuff.”
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