The Mom Experience

Jasmine stepped into the bright lobby and looked for the woman who would be interviewing her. Tanya Tate found her first. She shook her hand and held it longer than necessary, telling her what a beautiful candidate she was. Within minutes the polite questions fell away and Tanya said she wanted to see more—much more—of Jasmine right there in the empty office. Her hand brushed Jasmine’s neck, moved lower, and found the first button on her blouse. Tanya pulled it open, peeled the fabric aside, revealing the swell of Jasmine’s breasts against a delicate lace bra. She tugged the cups down until her nipples puckered in the cool air. Jasmine inhaled sharply but did not stop her. Tanya circled a fingertip around each peak, coaxing them harder, then leaned in to suck. Jasmine arched into the wet pull of Tanya’s mouth. A soft, helpless sound left her throat. Tanya took it as invitation and reached behind her, unfastened the skirt, letting it drop. Only a thin pair of panties stood between her and Tanya’s warm palm. She slipped those off too, leaving Jasmine naked in the bright room. Tanya’s fingers slipped between her thighs, parting slick lips, rubbing in slow circles until Jasmine’s hips began to rock. She whispered that Jasmine could feel this good all afternoon if she said yes. Jasmine nodded. Tanya pushed two fingers inside her and worked them steadily while her thumb brushed the swollen clit in front of them. Wet noises filled the room as Jasmine’s breath quickened and her hands gripped the edge of the polished desk. Tanya never broke rhythm—thrust, curl, press—dragging her closer until Jasmine’s body locked, fluttered, and came around her hand in tight, hot pulses. When Jasmine opened her eyes, Tanya kissed her again, slower this time, tasting her own name on the younger woman’s tongue.