Jasmine was ready for a new adventure. That much was sure. The question was, how best to go about it. After all she had pretty much done everything under the sun, or so she thought. There was the straight one-on-one sex, of course, but also the brief lesbian encounters, three ways, four ways, S&M, a couple of private videos, exhibitionistic events and play with more toys than she could remember. So now here she was, desperate for something new, exciting. Something that could inflame her flagging interest and send her over the edge again. Not in the way that orgasms always beautifully, though predictably did, but in that sense of experiencing something for the first time and having the new sensation that shows you that there are indeed things unknown under the sun that still wait to be experienced.
So she prepared to go out. Not that she thought she would find anything particularly unique on this day, but the hope of new explorations kept her going, and so she did what she had to do. Looking in the full-length mirror she smiled. Her body was still as beautiful as it had ever been. Not the ridiculous lack of curvature that afflicted the runway models splashed all over magazine covers, and certainly not the collagen and silicon induced freak show that graced every adult magazine and video you could find. No, hers was a simple beauty, born of the excitement of seeing someone who looks absolutely innocent, and then discovering what lies beneath.
Jasmine was proud of her figure, breasts that were firm and proudly exclaimed their delight in being a full C-cup. Her stomach was lithe, but not without the touch of softness that separated the fit, from the hardcore gym rats. Her legs and arms were both the perfect length for her 5'2" frame and had the lean musculature of an athlete. Then there was her ass, which jutted out proudly, curved and firm, which she loved to show off in tight jeans and dangerous skirts.
Despite her obvious physical charms, Jasmine would have run the constant risk of being simply cute, because of her height, if it weren't for her single proudest feature - her eyes. Jasmine's eyes were a deep emerald green, and looking into them had caused both men and women to act something less than polished on more than one occasion.
Today was most assuredly a skirt day. Shuffling through her expansive wardrobe she settled on a soft, suede number that fell to just above mid-thigh. She considered going without underwear, but decided that today she wanted the delicious pressure of her soft cotton thong pressing against her pussy and ass as she walked.
That didn't mean she had to wear a bra though, and having made the decision to forgo that particular form of self-binding, Jasmine chose an appropriately form fitting top. This one, in fact, was one of her all time favorites. It was a muted, silky red with � length sleeves and a deep v-neckline. The cleavage it created was quite impressive. The material felt so delicious when she wore it that her nipples spent almost all of their time at least partially erect, and she had to admit she loved the effect this had on those who would no doubt be admiring her body as she made her way through the day.
Slipping on a sleek pair of low, open-toed pumps in order to show off her recent pedicure, Jasmine was ready to go. The question was where? She had her preferences, of course. Churches were always amusing, as were Student Unions, parks, parking garages, malls, bars, clubs, beaches and so on, but today she felt a tug at her libido that was decidedly more direct. With that realization, she also knew exactly where she planned to go. She had seen it two days ago just off the highway. An out-of-the-way adult store that would serve as a perfect starting point for today's quest. She hopped into her car and took off.
The sign for the place was about ten miles out of town, and Jasmine took the specified exit. She could no longer see the actual building, but was not too concerned since it had been clearly visible from the highway. Strangely, though, it was almost 45 minutes later when Jasmine finally pulled into the deserted parking lot. Looking at her watch she was amazed that she had kept following the signs for so long without getting annoyed or concerned, but here she was anyway. She got out of the car and looked around. She couldn't see the highway anywhere. That seemed impossible since the building itself was in plain sight when she took the exit, but Jasmine figured it was just a result of landmarks somehow cloaking the road from here. It was bizarre that there was no car noise either, but that could be a trick of how sound got funneled through the valley she supposed. Making her way to the black glass door, Jasmine entered.
The interior was not at all what she expected. Far from the harsh white lighting of most of these stores these days, and the clinical layout of everything from cuffs to clips, videos to vibrators, this place was decidedly different. Elegant leather chairs sat in circled trios with polished oak sitting tables. The walls were a muted, but vibrant green, decorated with inexplicable, though fascinating works of art. The merchandise was all laid out in polished glass cases and was clearly of a much higher caliber than the typical $10 Anal Play Set variety. The temperature was also noteworthy, as it seemed to be just a degree or so above what would be the perfect comfort level. Jasmine smiled to herself as she thought that it'd be the perfect temperature if she were naked. She had to tip her hat to the owner as she assumed this was intentional. Despite being a little warm though, Jasmine found her nipples were sticking straight out as though she had just walked into a meat locker. Something about the feel of the air in here was causing her to slightly dampen between her legs as well. This shop exuded sex, in a palpable way she could not explain nor deny, and forgotten already were her moderate concerns about safety in such a remote and deserted store. This was definitely going to be an adventure, although of what kind was not immediately clear.
Just as Jasmine was slowly adjusting to her surroundings, she felt her breath catch as a giant crystal hanging from the center of the room caught her gaze. She might have wondered how she missed it when she walked in, but was too entranced with the beauty of it to be bothered with such concerns. Moving slowly forward, staring into the glistening core of the crystal Jasmine felt absolutely peaceful. The insistent glow of this magnificent structure captivated her, and Jasmine found herself losing the sensation of being in her body. Her weightlessness was short lived, though, as the feel of warm breath against her parted thighs quickly brought her focus back to earth. Looking down she saw that in wandering toward the crystal she had stepped over a vent and now had the warm air flowing between her legs, causing her skirt to billow slightly. Strange as she could have sworn what she felt was human breath, intimate, close and warm, but that was silly since she was clearly alone. In fact she was beginning to wonder if anyone worked here at all. There certainly weren't any cars other than her own when she arrived.
Looking back at the ceiling she had a vague notion that something up there had captured her attention, but whatever it might have been was now gone and she didn't feel like chasing phantom images in her head. One thing that was very real, however, was the amazing wetness between her legs. Jasmine noticed that her panties were actually soaked through and some of her juices had begun to creep down her leg. She couldn't remember getting this wet since high school. Grabbing a tissue from her purse she cleaned herself up as best she could and was looking for a trashcan when a thrillingly masculine voice startled her.
"It's beautiful isn't it," the voice echoed.
"What is?" Jasmine asked.
"The crystal," was the response.
Jasmine tried to make out the figure that was speaking to her, but it was as though the air kept thickening and moving to obscure her view. Then she glanced up and saw the crystal again. She felt it penetrate her being. How could she have forgotten an object of such beauty she wondered? But then all such thoughts were pushed from her mind as the crystal began to spin, enchanting her once again. Then she felt the breath on her legs, definitely not air from a vent, but breath, working it's way from her feet, to her calves, to her knees, to her trembling inner thighs, and then settling between her legs. In fact, she had gotten so wet down there that now her underwear had begun to slip between her excited lips, putting gentle but direct pressure on her clit and causing unbelievable sensations to course through her body, even as her mind spun with the crystal.
Jasmine felt herself on the verge of an orgasm unlike any she could remember, but was held back by the irritating, chafing feel that was plaguing her skin. She realized that her clothes were an unwanted discomfort and it was time shed them. First came her shirt, and the joy she felt as her breasts sprang free from their confinement was palpable. Her nipples jutted out proudly, and she swooned a little as she felt the air around her seem to mold itself to her exposed skin. Impossible as her logical mind knew it to be, Jasmine felt herself caressed by the soothing breeze surrounding her, exciting as an attentive lover.
Almost too aroused to continue standing Jasmine ripped her skirt off of her flushed body and her panties quickly followed. The effect was instantaneous and overpowering. She felt the casual breath on her skin thicken and push against her core, rubbing her clit and pussy and ass until she started coming with a banshee scream. Riding the wave of pleasure to what felt like a near physical breaking point, Jasmine was only marginally aware of her receding consciousness. It was at this point that the air became solid and entered her slick, ready pussy and Jasmine was transported to a plane of experience she had never even imagined. Feeling the atmosphere that surrounded her giving her such a full and vigorous fucking sent Jasmine all the way over the edge and she collapsed.
Lying on the floor, panting, feeling soft caresses and gentle breath soothing her flaming skin Jasmine slowly regained her senses. Then strong hands picked her up. She knew they belonged to the man with the voice. She thrilled at this first touch from him. She felt herself raised up and then his lips were on hers. Their mouths danced as tongues intertwined, and Jasmine opened her eyes, wanting to see the face of this adventurous paramour. All she saw, though, were stars, and sky, and the pulsing depths of the universe - as though she were being seduced by the power of creation itself.
And then she found herself lying on one of the plush leather chairs she had so admired earlier. So warm and welcoming, it seemed to greet her body and shift to accommodate her. Almost without realizing it Jasmine found herself lying down, the chair somehow lengthening to allow this. Oddly enough, she also found that the shape had shifted so as to arch her back slightly, leaving her pussy and ass spread invitingly.
The man with the voice was at the foot of the couch, still frustratingly difficult to catch a glimpse of, but it mattered very little as Jasmine's attention was quickly drawn to the two objects he held in his hands. Both appeared to be made of the same neon pink gel-like substance. One slightly larger than the other, they both appeared to be vibrators of some sort, although unlike any Jasmine had ever seen. Placing the larger one against the opening to Jasmine's swollen pussy, the man let go of it and she felt the object thrust itself into her. Jasmine's eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation. The substance, whatever it was, seemed to be adjusting itself to Jasmine's inner walls, growing to the perfect length and width to fill her exactly. The texture of it was unlike anything she had ever felt; it seemed to massage her from the inside. Jasmine could feel every single point of contact. She could also feel it expanding outside of her as well, covering and caressing the area where her thighs met her pelvis, and also reaching up to cover her swollen clit, softly undulating over it, keeping her in a constant state of oncoming orgasm.
It was now that Jasmine noticed her wrists and ankles were bound. Twisting to see what held them, even as her body writhed in the onslaught of ecstasy she was feeling, she saw that the couch's leather had apparently built itself around her, binding her spread-eagle. Then she felt the other gel-thing sliding over her upturned ass. Immediately Jasmine clenched, as she had never particularly cared for anal play, but the object just slid smoothly back and forth. Between the pleasant, non-aggressive pressure on her ass and the perfect fit of the pink dildo in her pussy Jasmine found herself completely relaxing, and even pushing her ass back against the new dildo, finding herself wishing it would slip into her relaxed and aroused ass. The sliding and pumping she was experiencing continued for what seemed like an eternity, when finally she felt the second penetration slowly take place.
Jasmine was so wet from the beautiful fucking she was receiving that the gel slipped inside her ass with no resistance. It went in, slim and cautious at first, testing the limits of what would bring her pleasure before committing fully. For a few breathless moments both objects stopped moving and Jasmine felt them adjusting, growing, filling her up in ways she had never imagined previously. They seemed to be communicating, reaching out for each other, and the internal massage that resulted had Jasmine delirious from her oncoming orgasm.
Then they began to move, together, slowly. Stretching her to her limits, but never past the point of pleasure. Filling her deeply, fully, no corner of her self felt unfulfilled. And then they moved faster, thrusting in and out of her to a rhythm so ancient it seemed to be at one with the tides. Jasmine's head was spinning from a sensation that she could neither describe nor contemplate. She was simply passion, desire, lust, pleasure, made flesh and given life.
So heady were the feelings coursing through her that Jasmine didn't even notice how the pink gels now had bonded together, still filling her pussy and ass completely, but now growing and covering her body. Caressing her stomach and breasts as it expanded. Also engulfing her legs and feet, sliding sensuously between her toes. Rising up and taking her arms and neck, the back of her head and then covering her face.
Perhaps because she could still breathe easily, or perhaps because the sensation of her body was inseparable from the world around her now, Jasmine opened her mouth and felt the magical feeling flow down her throat, filling her lungs and stomach, entering her blood and infusing her body. Now she felt the pleasure inside and out, coursing in her, over her, around and through her.
Jasmine felt herself welcomed into the pleasure fabric of all that is, was and ever will be. She smiled, sighed, exploded in pleasure and was remade in joy.