Do You Trust Me?
by Nikki R. Holmes
Jasmine was watching the hand on her desk clock go around and around, as if watching would make five o’clock come any faster. She was dying to clock out and start her weekend. She knew just how she would start it too: with a long island ice tea down at Isis, a small supper bar downtown.
4:58…4:59…and finally 5:00. Check out time! thought Jasmine as she finished up what she was working on and gathered her things to head on out the door.
It was 6:30 when she pulled into the side parking lot of Isis, but sister girl had to go home and get refreshed since you never knew who you would meet on a Friday night. Some of the brothers that came through there were fiiiiine and she knew she had to look good. That’s why she showered and slipped into her barely there silk dress. It was just enough to pass for a dress that she wouldn’t get arrested for public nudity. She gave her money to the parking attendant and strolled into the bar like SHE was the Isis it was named after. She knew she was turning heads without even taking a look behind her--she felt the heat from their eyes all over her body.
She sat down at the bar and ordered a long island. Before she could get her money out the man to her left paid for it. She thanked him and turned back around to sip her drink in peace. I hope this brother don’t think just because he paid for my drink that I have to pay him any mind. She sipped and let her eyes zoom around the room, until a fine brother sitting over in the corner all by his lonesome caught her attention. She had a stare down contest with him before he lowered his eyes. Shoot, he can’t even hang for a minute. Jasmine was disgusted by his lack of backbone. She was sipping on her drink when she felt someone’s presence behind her. Before she could look over her shoulder she heard a sexy and deep voice whisper in her ear, “Do you trust me?”
Jasmine was about to turn around and give whomever it was standing behind her a taste of her poison tongue, when Mr. Fine from over in the corner took a seat beside her.
“Excuse me,” she said with some attitude, “do I even know you?”
But staring into his eyes took some of the venom out of her words. Damn he’s fine, Jasmine thought to herself, giving him the quick once over (but trying not to stare too long). He pulled his chair closer to hers while licking his lips and stared at her without saying a word. Jasmine almost got lost in his gaze, but got herself back under control without missing a beat.
“I said, do I even know you, and it’s rude to walk up on people you don’t know, just like it’s rude to just sit here and stare a person down. I thought that’s what we were doing a minute ago.”
“I just thought it would be better if I were sitting closer to you,” the arrogant fine man replied back.
“So what’s up with this do I trust you bullshit,” Jasmine asked him.
Instead of answering right away, he let his eyes roam up and down her slender body, stopping to stare longer at her breasts--which caused Jasmine’s nipples to harden. She didn’t know what it was but something about him was turning her on. He ran his hand slowly up the length of her thigh to her neck, pausing to graze her breast.
“Hold up, who the hell do you think you are,” Jasmine whispered in a low evil-like tone. Still, she didn’t move his hand or her chair away.
“Do you trust me?” he asked again, this time letting his hand run under her dress and up her thigh. His finger stopped right at the base of her treasure pool. Instead of answering him, Jasmine spread her thighs apart just a bit, giving him the unspoken invitation to enter her playground. Even though Isis was filling up quickly with the happy hour crowd she could neither see nor hear any of the other people around or beside her.
“Do you trust me?” he repeated, while sticking two of his long fingers into her wetness and stroking for a minute. He leaned over to part her lips with his tongue and she welcomed him by taking his tongue and sucking it into her mouth. This was unlike anything she had ever done before, but she just could not bring herself to stop him. She was really curious to see how far he was going with this game.
“So, what were you drinking?” he asked. “Long islands,” she told him. “Good,” he replied, “I’ll have the same,” and called the bartender over. Oh no his ass is not just ordering a drink for his self, thought Jasmine, ready to get up and leave this fine but cheap man alone. But when the bartender sat the drink down in front of him, he took only a sip before placing his finger over the straw’s opening to hold the contents in place.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, then dripped the contents of the straw all over the tops of her breasts.
“No you didn’t just pour that on my dress,” she yelped as he leaned over and pulled the strap of her dress down, exposing her nipple. In a flash, he licked the liquid off her and replaced the strap before passing the drink to her. “I told you I wanted to have the same drink as you, didn’t I,” he asked with a smile.
Unable to do or say anything Jasmine just took a sip of her drink. She could feel his eyes on her before looking back up and over at him. She was getting hot just by meeting and holding his stare. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I want to taste your sweet candy. Can I? ”
Jasmine, just as boldly, whispered back, “Sure, as long as it’s not too sweet for you.” “I’ll take my chances with getting some cavities,” he answered. “Do you trust me?” He took her hand and lead her up and out of the bar. She followed without even giving it a second thought. They walked to his car and he held the door open for her to get in before going around to the driver side. I love a man with manners, thought Jasmine. He got in and pulled a black silk scarf from the glove compartment.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, tying it over her eyes so she couldn’t see. Jasmine had no idea where they were going or a clue about what he was going to do to her. This thought that would have scared the average person turned her on even more. She rode with him playing inside of her for about 20 minutes, but she wasn’t really sure since she couldn’t see the clock through the scarf.
Finally the car came to a stop, and she heard him put the car in park and shut it off. She heard his door open and shut before her door opened and he took her hand to lead her out.
Again he asked, “Do you trust me?” He picked her up and carried her; she heard his keys rattling while he opened the door and knew that they must have gone inside his place, which she still didn’t have a clue as to where it was or how it looked.
He placed her down and she knew that they were in his bedroom because of the bed. “Do you trust me?” he asked, as he slowly stripped her down to her bare essentials. He kissed her and whispered “Stay here, I’ll be back in a minute.” Jasmine was thinking to herself that she would take the scarf off just for a minute to see where she was, when he put a nix to her plan by calling out from across the room to behave and to leave the scarf on until he returned. Damn, what is he, a mind reader? Jasmine thought. She heard him moving around in what must have been the kitchen by the sound of water running, cabinets opening and glasses clinking together. Boy, they sure are right when they say if you lose one of your senses the others get stronger. He came back into the room and she heard him place something on the floor. “Do you trust me,” he asked while using an ice cube to trace her nipples. The coldness from the ice cube against her warm skin made her nipples hard and she could feel them becoming erect.
He stopped long enough to run his tongue over each of her breasts slowly before using the ice again. He traced around her breasts and down her chest and stomach before letting the ice find it’s way down to her hot kitty. Yes, an ice cube is just what my body is calling for down there.
“Do you trust me?” he asked as he took his finger and put it in her mouth where she tasted the flavor of honey on it. He poured some on her breast and before it could stick he licked it clean off.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, before telling her to open her mouth. As she laid there with her mouth open she felt and tasted the flavor of a freshly squeezed orange. “Do you trust me?” he asked, allowing her a sip of what tasted like wine before pouring it down her stomach so her sweet lap filled with it. He licked down her stomach and went down on her to get a taste from her candy store.
“Oooh,” Jasmine moaned as she felt his tongue slip in and out of her. He sure knew how to eat the kitty, she thought as she wrapped her legs around his neck so he could get a better sample. She came twice before he came back up and asked “Do you trust me?” He opened her mouth again and she thought more drinks or honey was coming her way but she got a taste of him instead. She sucked him while he slowly moved in and out of her mouth like he was making love to her. He came after just 5 minutes and let it drip onto her face and breasts. I hope he’s not done here, thought Jasmine, about to catch an attitude, because I’m just getting started. But he was far from finished. That was just round one.
“Do you trust me?” he asked while turning her onto her stomach and sticking his thickness into her wet and swollen kitty. He was so big and if there was one thing she loved, it was a man with not only a big penis, but someone who knew how to use it as well and he was scoring a perfect 10 in both of those areas.
He moved in and out of her while she grasped his butt to pull him in deeper, arching her back to meet his movements. He squeezed her breasts while giving her some good loving. She moaned in ecstasy as he brought her closer to cumming again, but he pulled out before she could and asked “Do you trust me?” He pulled her to the edge of the bed and rolled her onto her back before sticking his manly tool inside of her. He kissed her and nibbled on her ear, asking if she liked it. Jasmine could only murmur a low yes because it felt so good she could hardly speak.
He started to pump faster and deeper into her chocolate mound while softly asking her “Whose is it, is it mine baby?” Jasmine screamed out “Yes it’s yours baby this is all yours” while cumming again for the third time that night. She knew he was cumming too because of the way his penis throbbed inside of her and by the way his grip on her legs got tighter and tighter until he exploded inside of her. He fell against her body, weak from releasing all of his energy inside of her. Jasmine had no complaints about anything he had done to her that night; her legs were still shaking from her pleasure orgasm. As they lay in bed embracing each other afterwards he pulled the scarf from over her eyes, enabling her to once again see.
“Do you trust me?” he asked. Jasmine looked into his eyes, smiling before answering him, and said “Of course I trust you, Savion, that’s why I married you.”