Jasmine decides to test out her scientist husband’s latest creation with orgasmic results.
Nathan yawned as he removed his glasses. Rubbing his eyes he decided that he had done enough work for one evening and needed to get some well-earned sleep. Shuffling his research papers into a neat and tidy pile he put them into his desk drawer, which he then securely locked. Even though his workshop was under lock and key he couldn’t risk his research being revealed. Swivelling around on his chair he faced the corner of the room where his latest creation was taking magnificent shape. Daniel stood there in all his splendour silently looking back at him.
All he needs now is some further fine tuning and I suppose I’d better get him kitted out with some clothes, he thought to himself. ‘It’s a good job you don’t feel the cold,’ he said out loud as he got up from his chair. He chuckled to himself as he passed Daniel on his way out of the workshop.
At the door he paused and turned one last time to make sure everything was in order, then flicking off the light switch he left the room.
‘Goodnight Daniel,’ he said as he locked the door. He paused for a moment almost expecting Daniel to reply, then smiled to himself and turned to leave.
‘Goodnight master.’ But Nathan was already out of earshot.
Close Encounters
It was an extremely wet and cold night in November. The trees lining the driveway leading up to the house battered against the wind. In the far distance came a low rumble of thunder.
Jasmine was bored. Staring aimlessly at the television she was watching yet another repeat. Lately, her husband, Nathan, seemed to be either working all night at the office or hidden away in his workshop until all hours. Tonight he was at work and she had no idea what time he would eventually return home.
Staring at the television screen it looked like she has watched the last episode of her series and she groaned to herself; she couldn’t be bothered scrolling through options for the rest of the evening. God, I’m so bored, she thought to herself.
She stood at the kitchen sink staring out into the darkness as she poured a glass of wine The rain then started to hammer against the window pane as the wind battered the trees with wild frenzy.
A light tapping sound came from behind her. She turned round. It sounded as if it was meant to attract her attention. Now, with her back leaning against the kitchen sink, Jasmine looked across the kitchen to the door of the workshop. She was certain the sound had come from inside the workshop, but she also knew the door would be locked.
Frowning, she felt her gaze being drawn to the bottom of the door and watched in amazement as a shiny brand new key appeared in the gap under the door. Jasmine stood transfixed for a moment, wondering what to do. Oh, what the hell, she thought to herself. She had always wanted to know what was going on behind that damn door. Slowly moving forwards Jasmine felt her heart pounding with excitement. She stooped to pick up the key and placed it nervously into the lock.
The door opened with a light creaking sound and Jasmine stood in the doorway carefully surveying the darkness, looking for any sign of movement. Overhead she heard the low rumble of thunder which made her think twice about advancing any further into the room but she forced herself to go inside.
She flicked on the light switch and stared at the rows of books on the shelves and the table in the middle of the workshop. She saw nothing out of the ordinary until she stared closer into one of the darkened corners. It was then she saw him and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Tall, blond and well toned (but not too muscular), lightly tanned skin and beautiful pale blue eyes. Suddenly, it all made sense to her what Nathan had been up to locked away night after night.
Plucking up courage she walked further into the room suddenly feeling the need to check what else might be lurking here. She was totally unaware that behind her the figure had emerged silently from his resting place. She stopped momentarily, holding her breath, as she felt a slight wisp of air tingle on the back of her neck like someone placing a gentle kiss on her neck.
‘I’ve been dying to meet you in the flesh,’ the voice said.
She spun round quickly to find him standing before her. Startled, Jasmine backed up against the table. Placing her hands either side of her she held onto the table for support which pushed her breasts forwards where they strained against her cotton shirt. Her bare erect nipples were clearly visible beneath the thin material of her shirt. His pale blue eyes locked on hers for a moment and then moved down to gaze longingly at her breasts. Jasmine gazed back unable to move – or maybe she had no desire to move – not knowing what to expect next. Moving towards her, he lightly stroked the tips of his fingers down the front of Jasmine’s shirt, moving them gently over her nipples. Jasmine felt the first tingle of excitement as his soft, cool lips brushed against hers.
‘You’re just how I thought you would be,’ he breathed into her ear as he gently fingered her nipples through her shirt.
Jasmine felt her legs begin to buckle as her heart pounded with a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. She was sure he could feel it pounding against him too. She found herself thinking of how long it had been since she had had sex with her husband. Guiding her gently he manoeuvred her over to the wall pinning her softly but firmly against it. The aching between her legs was growing stronger and she knew that whatever was about to happen next she would give in to. Pressing his bare groin against her he reached up and began to unbutton her shirt letting it fall open. Reaching up he began to squeeze her breasts, sucking gently on her nipples. The cold air of the workshop made them pierce forwards. As she felt the first sign of her hot juices begin smearing the inside of her thighs the intensity became too much for her. She started to shudder as her first climax began.
‘Who are you?’ Jasmine said as she looked into his eyes, her inquisitive face now slightly flushed.
‘Daniel,’ he replied as he gently pushed his groin rhythmically against her. ‘I have been made to serve by my master.’
‘How do you know who I am?’ she asked.
‘I have seen your photograph on my master’s desk and he speaks about you on the telephone.’
Jasmine looked over his shoulder and across to the desk where she saw the photograph. She remembered it from holiday a couple of years ago; it was one of the best photographs that had been taken of her.
‘You’d better show me what you can do then,’ she whispered.
Crouching down before her he eased her trousers over her hips letting them drop to the floor. She kicked them away from her and was left only in her open shirt and panties which were now wet with her juices. Hooking his thumbs underneath them at her hips he pulled them quickly down to the floor and lifting her gently, he held her up high against the wall. Willingly, she moved her legs up and over his shoulders, her legs now wide open exposing her delicious mound of juices to him. Raising her arms high above her head she just managed to hold on to one of the exposed roof beams, raising her head she looked up, her face smiling with intense pleasure as he began to lick her slowly and delicately, his circling tongue flicking and thrusting with intense speed. She began to squirm against the cold, rough texture of the wall which rubbed against her naked buttocks, scraping away at her flesh as her movements increased and his tongue worked furiously. A wave of pleasure hit her again as her thighs squeezed tightly around his face. He drank deeply as her sweet juices flowed from her engorged lips. Above her, the rain hammered against the roof.
As he eased her gently down to ground level she smiled at him, her trembling legs threatening to collapse beneath her at any moment. Moving over to the table he jumped up and sat on it.
“Ready for some more?” he asked, with a twinkle in his eye.
Jasmine walked over to him as Daniel lay down on the table. She joined him, her legs straddling his. Gazing down at his throbbing erection, she delicately placed herself against it and began rhythmically sliding up and down the length of his penis. Cocooned in the sensation, he caressed her breasts as she slid up and down faster along the full length of his penis, her movements rapidly increasing. Just as she was about to climax she placed him inside her and their bodies began to move in rhythmic urgency, thrusting hard, until the final exquisite explosion.
Resting, their bodies entwined, Jasmine was suddenly aware of how long she had been in the workshop. Nathan could arrive home at any moment. She only felt slightly guilty as she pulled herself from his embrace and began to put on her clothes.
‘Daniel, I’ve got to go,’ she said. ‘I can’t risk it any longer. Nathan could be home any time now.’
Daniel looked at her intently. ‘Will you come again?’ he asked.
‘Of course.’ She smiled. ‘Just try and stop me. It can be our little secret.’ She kissed him on the cheek. Making her way to the door, she turned to smile at him again before disappearing through the doorway. ‘Until next time,’ she said as she locked the door. She slid the key back under the door.
Now alone, Daniel began to run through all the images he had collected during this task, ready to show his master on his return. He was sure he would be very proud with his progress.
But, of course, his master would need the seal of approval from his work colleagues during his presentation tomorrow.
Back in the living room, Jasmine was curled up on the sofa with a glass of wine, waiting for her heartbeat to return back to normal. Her face was still slightly flushed, but she couldn’t help smiling to herself about her latest discovery. After all, she had expected some kind of Frankenstein’s monster living in the workshop. She always knew that one day she would be very appreciative of her successful scientist husband.
