Jasmine 30 year old widow is singing in one of my nightclubs, I invited her to my penthouse to discuss possible audition. While I had never hit on her, I had certainly looked at her in a manner that she felt was inappropriate. She knew I had bedded many women. In addition she is concerned about her own reactions. I’m rugged looking, I’m sitting close and my maleness is continuing to invade her senses. ” Bottoms up,” I said, indicating to her glass, before lighting the cigar and drawing back deeply. Emily did as instructed, placed down her glass. Her manners overrode any apprehension she feels. The liquor will soon make her very mellow and, I hope, very compliant. I
continue to chat as I smoked the cigar. Jasmine begins to feel the effects of her drink. She found herself relaxing and finding humor in my aimless chat. She became increasingly conscious of how close I am. ” Jasmine,” I said quietly. ” What?” she said, slowly turning her head toward me. I immediately brought my lips to hers. She is taken completely off guard, did nothing to stop me and this fact would later haunt her. She has been a widow for five years, her husband died in a trajic accident. She has not dated since his death. I kiss her on the lips, worse she opened her mouth and welcomed my tongue. The liquor heightened her awareness and she reveled in my touch. My lips are soft, my tongue flicking lightly onto hers. I tasted good. For my part I could not believe my luck. I had anticipated immediate rejection.

” Maybe I’ve misjudged her,” I thought, as I brought a hand to her breast and begin to lightly lift it. The kiss has already begun to arouse her and when I touched her breast the hormones flooded her pussy. The alcohol is dictating her responses. She let out a light sigh, which did nothing to inhibit my attention. I move my hand to manipulate her nipple through her dress. It is not until I brought my hand off her breast and moved it to the bare skin under her loose dress, that she first feels apprehension. She suddenly came to the realization that this wasn’t right and is quickly getting out of hand. Emily pulls her lips from mine. ” John this is wrong,” she said, looking directly at me through glazed eyes. ” Oh God, he’s much older,” she thought as she feels my hand slip higher between her thighs, onto the soft flesh located there. ” John please,” she protested, but briefly accepted my lips again, delighting in my taste and touch. At this point she is completely compromised. ” John please, we can’t do this. It’s not right.”
” No one is here and we will never tell anyone,” I said, now pressing my hand into her crotch through her panties. I smile as I feel heat and dampness. She feels my fingers slide easily up and down her lips. She feels shame at her body’s arousal. ” Look…, look,” she said, her heart now racing, as my fingers begin to have the effect I had hoped for. ” Look what, baby? I’ll tell you what. Let’s take off our clothes, make out for a while and leave it at that. Is that OK?”

All the time I continue to manipulate her labia and clitoris through her panties.