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By *ravus OP Couple
over a year ago
Shipley |
We’d been trying to get Jasmine into bed for weeks… she’s in her early 20s, curvy and gorgeous and we knew she’d had girlfriends in the past, though she was now in a relationship with a guy. We’d been out for drinks together on a couple of occasions but she’d always turned down invitations to come back to our place – knowing full well what we wanted with her.
We’d never hidden our adventures from Jasmine, she was one of the few amongst our friends that we knew wouldn’t either laugh or be horrified, and increasingly we’d been sharing tales of past adventures with her… mostly to see if we could pique her interest. Tonight was to be different… she’d accepted our invitation to dinner and was going to stay over!
Jasmine arrived in the middle of a storm… the weather had been fine when she’d got in the taxi but by the time she’d got to ours the heavens had opened. The taxi driver didn’t care, he wanted to get to his next fare, so Jasmine had no choice but to make a run for it from the cab to our door, clutching the flowers and wine she’d thoughtfully brought with her.
So, there she was when I opened the door… sopping wet and laughing. We quickly dragged her in and found her a towel – sadly her coat had borne the brunt of the storm and her clothes weren’t wet enough to need removing. I was cooking dinner so H poured her a glass of sparkling wine and they both stared out of the window at the rain.
The conversation flowed, as did the wine, and by the time we’d finished eating we were all ‘relaxed’. The conversation had veered about but, of course, kept coming back to sex, with H and I sharing anecdotes and experiences from our adventures, embellishing a little when the more seedy adventures needed ‘sprucing up’ a bit. It was then that I mentioned clover clamps…
Jasmine wasn’t familiar with them so I was dispatched to get ours to show her. As I had to go to the top of the house to get them I thought I’d bring the whole toy box, not knowing what she’d be curious about next. You should have seen the look on her face when I walked back in carrying a small suitcase and a workman’s toolbox! I retrieved the clover clamps and passed them to her.
H explained that the harder you pulled on the clamps the tighter they got, something that wasn’t easy to demonstrate in the abstract. It was clear Jasmine was curious to know more as, before our eyes, she rapidly lifted her t-shirt and popped her right nipple out of her bra. Now Jasmine has large breasts and her nipples match them perfectly – standing proud and firm. Gingerly she opened the clamp and slowly released the tension with her nipple firmly enclosed.
Coyly she looked up… with just a hint of a grimace in her smile. She was clearly torn between the pain of having her nipple squeezed firmly by the clamp and the wicked pleasure that showed in her eyes. “Now pull on the string” I suggested. Gently she gave the string a tug, her eyes widening and the jaws gripped. Letting go of the string she was surprised to discover that the jaws stayed tight, though not surprised, or distressed, enough to take the clamp off. Laughing, and with a wicked grin, she held up her breast and simply said “Ouch!”.
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