It had been a rough year, and after Christmas, I wasn’t looking forward to my birthday. But when the cream-colored envelope fell out of the stack of mail I was carrying and onto the floor, things started to pick up. The handwriting looked vaguely familiar, and I smelled a trace of jasmine perfume on the enclosed card. I’d be damned — Jasmine! We’d spent a few memorable nights together, but I hadn’t heard from her for fifteen years.

The handwritten invitation read, “Sam, join me for an evening of sensual delights on the eighteenth. After all these years, I still haven’t forgotten you, dear heart.” This was one invitation I decided not to ignore.

At six o’clock on the night of my birthday, my clothes were color-coordinated (one of the few times in my life), and it felt great to be zooming down the road for a romantic interlude in my freshly polished-up Corvette and my chic gray duds. When I turned off the superhighway, I headed down a winding country road that seemed to stretch on forever, but finally I pulled into a drive-way marked “Jasmine’s Retreat.” The air smelled of blue spruce trees, and the windows of her little lakeside chalet sparkled like diamonds.

Before I could rap on the door with the brass knocker, Jasmine opened it. She stood there dressed in a sheer royal-blue robe with thin shoulder straps and a bodice all caught up with white satin ties. Where it parted, I could just make out polished, old-fashioned black boots that laced up the front. Her long, wavy golden hair was tied behind her head with a ribbon. Her eyes sparkled as she moved so I could enter the doorway, but then she pinched my ass.

When I turned around to reach for her, her fingers went straight for my nipples, which seemed to remember her as though she’d never left my bed. Jasmine laughed, took her hands from inside my jacket and moved them up to my shoulders. I grabbed her waist, my hands remembering the shape of it, and she let me kiss her.

“You taste sweet, Sam. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you — almost fifteen years. Come and sit down.”

She led me to the living room and pushed me down on a large, over-stuffed floral sofa. Molding into the fluffy softness of the couch felt good. When I started to speak, Jasmine interrupted. “Sam, let’s not talk about ourselves right now. Just let me do everything for you. Okay?”

From an ice bucket on the coffee table, Jasmine pulled a bottle of champagne. She popped the cork with some difficulty and poured the champagne into tall, skinny glasses. She handed me one of the glasses and said, “A toast to you! Happy births day, Sam. May your every whim be catered to this evening.”

My hands shook as I raised the glass to my lips. Jasmine took a few quick sips of champagne before setting her glass on the coffee table. The last amber rays of sun angling through the windows spread a golden glow on her body, and I spilled a little champagne looking at her. But when

I reached for my handkerchief, Jasmine whispered, “No. I’ll take care of it for you.”

She took my glass, set it on the end table and, laying my hand in her palm, warmly licked my fingers and sucked on my fingertips. The wet contact was astonishing. After gently kissing the palm of my hand, she pulled the coffee table farther away from the couch. Sitting on the edge of the table, she crossed her muscular legs and asked, “What would you like me to do for you, Sam?”

My mind flooded with choreography, but I decided to keep it simple. “Spread your legs a bit. Let me put my knees between them.” I lifted her boots up onto the couch, one on either side of me, to give myself a good view of her delectable crotch. Her robe fell open; underneath she was all aqua satin and musky fragrance. I took it all in for a moment and then leaned forward and ran my fingers up and down the insides of her firm legs and upper thighs; the smoothness of her skin and the heat of her loins was irresistible.

I traced lines around her thighs and into her dark, inviting pussy. I pushed my fingers inside the elastic on either side of the crotch of her panties and fingered and caressed the flesh there. Jasmine leaned back, squirming, and put her hands on the coffee table for support. With each touch of my fingers, she raised and lowered her hips to meet the stroke.

She got all creamy up inside while I kept pushing my fingertips into her hot pussy, and I enjoyed the way she writhed beneath my touch. But I didn’t want her to climax yet, so I stopped. I put my fingers to my nose and then to her lips to see if she would play along. Jasmine delicately licked and sucked my fingers, and it sent shivers down to my groin and balls. I felt suddenly expansive and wanted to see a wider panorama, so I instructed her, “Roll that dressing mirror from the corner over here and put it in front of the couch.”

Jasmine saluted me and wheeled the eight-foot mirror to the designated spot. While her hands still rested on the sides of the frame, I came up behind her and nibbled at her neck and reached around her for her breasts. Gazing into the mirror, I rubbed and squeezed and fondled her wonderful breasts and tried pressing my erection between the cheeks of her ass to see what she’d do.

Jasmine leaned her head back against my chest, so I untied the satin ribbons holding her robe closed. Her pink came fully into view in the mirror, and her rosy nipples came to attention. I rubbed them between my thumbs and forefingers. Jasmine reached back for my crotch. I was delighted, but I grabbed her hand. “Not until I’m ready,” I said. I loosened the tibbon in her hair and used it to tie her wrists behind her back. I pulled her back a bit and stepped in front of her. “These nipples of yours need to be eaten.”

First I cupped her left breast and firmly sucked the nipple. I circled it with my tongue and flicked my tongue back and forth against the tip until it was rigid. Then, while I sucked Jasmine’s right breast, I continually squeezed her left nipple. Her hips swayed with every movement of my hand. I bumped my hard cock against her pussy, planted a kiss on her full, red lips and grabbed her hair in my hands. Pulling her head back, I sucked at her tongue and pushed mine against the roof and sides of her sweet mouth.

Forcefully kissing her succulent lips felt good, and I pulled the robe off her entirely, smiling when I realized that her little panties tied at the sides. “Spread your legs,” I told her.

When she hesitated, I put my hands between her legs and spread them for her. “Watch in the mirror,” I said. With her standing like that and watching my reflection, I undressed slowly, taking my time with cuff links and shirt buttons, letting her think about my cock before I showed it to her. Finally I sat down beneath her legs. Relishing the moment, I undid the ties holding her panties together, caught them with a flourish in their descending flight and tossed them aside. Placing my hands around Jasmine’s thighs, I ran my tongue along the sides of her pouting cunt lips.

My tongue slithered in and out of her pussy. She pressed her legs closer around my head. I grabbed her buttocks and thrust my tongue deeper into her hot pussy, relishing each tremor of her body and the smell of her. Pulling out, I finger-fucked her until she was crying out, “Take me, Sam. Now!”

I slid from between her legs, stood up and unzipped my pants. After untying Jasmine’s wrists, I grabbed her waist and thrust my bulging cock between her legs as she steadied herself against the mirror. I plunged my cock deep inside her and kept pumping until we’d both come.

For half an hour after that, we rested peacefully on the couch. After her respite, Jasmine reached for her robe, but I told her to stay naked. “Anything you want,” she said quietly.

“Lie back, then,” I told her.

As she lay sprawled on the couch, I unlaced her boots and dropped them on the floor. I grabbed an oversize pillow from a love seat, placed it beneath her hips, spread her legs and knelt between them. I took a big gulp of champagne straight from the bottle, spread her cunt lips apart and pressed my mouth down on her. Jasmine squealed, “Oh, that stuffs cold!” I had let a little of the bubbly go inside her and now it dripped over the pouting lips of her pussy. I sucked and licked up the stuff, and my tongue flicked in and out of her vagina. Jasmine went so wild that I thrust my tongue all the way inside her. Her hips heaved downward to meet the devilish designs of my tongue.

But I wanted my tongue to have a better angle, so I pulled Jasmine to a sitting position and lay on the floor. “Put that lovely pussy over my face, so I can enjoy it more freely.” She stood over me, straddled my legs and squatted down. With pussy ear to ear, I tongued my way up to her clitoris, then down to the entrance of her cunt and inside it. Up and down. Back and forth. Jasmine tensed as she orgasmed … one, two, three, four times.

Then, with her all relaxed like that, I laid her back on the couch and fucked her good, knowing that I could now work the full length of my cock in and out of her cunt. Building up to some really quick, deep thrusts, I found myself deliriously ejaculating. Afterward I lay quietly with her panting in my arms. “Jasmine, do you mind if we just sleep for a while, dear?”

“Sounds like a fine idea to me, Sam. But let’s do it upstairs. I want to try out my new satin sheets.” She kissed me on the forehead. “Happy birthday, big boy.”