Room 417- Her Permission

Author's Note: This story continues directly from Room 417. Donnie and Carol are back, and this time Carol gives her husband the freedom to continue exploring his attraction to men while he's away on a two-week business trip.

The following Sunday afternoon, Donnie was packing for two weeks on the road.

He was leaving early Monday morning for Indiana, flying into Indianapolis before driving west to Terre Haute, where he would be staying for the next two weeks. His company had him overseeing work already underway at the Cayuga Energy Complex, a massive power plant construction project about forty miles north of Terre Haute. Most of his days would be spent at the plant, keeping tabs on the project and dealing with the inevitable problems that came with a job of that size.

His suitcase lay open across the bed while he moved between the closet and dresser, packing enough clothes to get him through the extended trip.

Carol leaned against the bedroom doorway watching him.

"You know," she said, "while you're gone, you have my permission to fuck around on me."

Donnie stopped folding a shirt and looked at her.

"What?"

"As long as it's with a guy."

He laughed. "Okay."

"I'm serious."

"I know. That's why it's funny."

Carol walked into the room. "I mean it. If you meet somebody and you want to do something, I'm okay with it."

Donnie shook his head, still smiling. "A couple weeks ago, I never would have imagined having this conversation."

"Neither would I."

He put another shirt into the suitcase. "So I officially have permission?"

"With men, yes."

"That's a very specific hall pass."

"I'm a lawyer. We like clearly defined terms."

Donnie laughed.

Carol's expression became a little more serious. "There is one condition."

"Of course there is."

"I want to know before you do anything."

Donnie looked at her. "Before?"

"Yes. I don't need you asking permission every time. I just don't want to find out afterward."

He nodded. "Fair enough."

"And be smart."

"I will."

Carol kissed him. "Then have fun in Indiana."

"I'm going there to work."

"Whatever you say."

Monday passed without anything remotely interesting happening. Between the flight, the drive to Terre Haute, and dinner with several people from the project, Donnie barely had time to think about Carol's unusual offer.

That evening, she called him.

After they had talked about work for a few minutes, Carol finally asked, "So, are you looking?"

Donnie laughed. "Jesus, Carol. I've been here less than a day."

"That doesn't answer the question."

"No. I haven't been looking. I haven't had time."

"Okay."

"You sound disappointed."

"I'm not disappointed. Just curious."

"I'll keep you informed."

"You better."

Tuesday afternoon, Donnie was at the job site when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He was standing off to the side while several people discussed an issue with the project schedule. Expecting another work message, he pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen.

The number wasn't one he recognized.

He opened the message.

Unknown: Hi, my name is Ryan. Your wife Carol says you might be interested in meeting while you're in town

Donnie read it twice.

Then he slowly looked around the job site as though Carol might somehow be standing nearby watching his reaction.

His phone vibrated again.

gave me your number. Hope that's okay.

Donnie stared at the screen.

Apparently Carol had decided that giving him permission wasn't enough.

She had become his fucking matchmaker.

He opened his conversation with her.

the hell did you do?

?

serious.

said you hadn't had time to look. So I helped.

found me a guy?

.

Several screenshots followed.

The first was Ryan's profile from a gay dating app. He was thirty two, single, lived in Terre Haute, and worked in IT. His pictures showed a good looking younger man with short dark hair and an athletic build.

The others showed Carol's conversation with him. She had explained that Donnie was her husband, was in town on business, had only recently started exploring his interest in men, and had her complete permission.

She had also been very clear about one thing.

only making the introduction. If he's interested, the rest is between you two. Don't pressure him

Ryan: I wouldn't.

Donnie looked at Ryan's pictures again.

?

actually went on a gay dating app and found me a guy

were busy

Christ

Carol: Do you think he's cute?

beside the point

means yes

Another message from Ryan appeared.

Carol didn't scare you off

Donnie: No, I'm just getting used to my wife arranging dates for me

me, this is a first for me

A moment later

are you doing tonight?

Donnie knew where the conversation was headed.

after work

to meet

Donnie switched back to Carol.

Donnie: He wants to meet tonight

Carol: Do you want to?

. I think I do

meet him

really okay with this

. You told me first. That's all I asked

Donnie returned to Ryan.

works

somewhere?

Donnie thought about it. With Greg, he had needed the drinks and conversation first. This time he already knew what he wanted.

Donnie: We could just meet at my hotel if you're comfortable with that

Ryan: I am if you are

garden inn downtown room 231 around 7?

for me

A few seconds later another message appeared.

sure?

Donnie smiled.

. I'm sure

The rest of the afternoon passed slowly.

Donnie found himself checking the time more often than usual, but by five thirty he was finally leaving the job site. He grabbed dinner on the way back to the hotel and was in his room shortly after six.

At six thirty, he showered and changed into jeans and a casual button down shirt.

His phone buzzed while he was getting dressed.

Donnie: A little

thoughts?

Donnie considered it.

Donnie: No

A heart appeared on the screen.

Donnie finished buttoning his shirt and glanced toward the laptop on the desk.

could watch tonight if you wanted

There was a short pause.

. I could video call you from the laptop

about Ryan

ask him first

Her answer came almost immediately.

yes. I want to watch

Donnie smiled at the screen.

Donnie: I thought you might

Donnie laughed and set the phone down.

A few minutes before seven, another message arrived.

pulled in

Donnie looked around the hotel room. Suddenly the bed seemed considerably more noticeable than it had five minutes earlier.

on up 231

Less than five minutes later, someone knocked.

Donnie opened the door.

Ryan stood in the hallway wearing jeans and a fitted T-shirt. He looked like his pictures, although Donnie immediately decided the pictures hadn't quite done him justice.

"Ryan?"

"Donnie."

"Come on in."

Ryan stepped inside, and Donnie closed the door behind him.

For a moment they simply looked at each other.

Ryan smiled. "This is slightly less awkward over text."

"No shit."

That broke the tension.

"For what it's worth, your wife gave me plenty of opportunities to back out."

"That sounds like her."

"She also gave me plenty of opportunities to understand that you might."

Donnie appreciated that.

"I'm not backing out."

Ryan studied him for a second. "Good."

They talked for a few minutes, mostly ordinary things, Donnie's trip, Ryan's job, how long he had lived in Terre Haute. It was enough for Donnie to settle down.

More importantly, it was enough for him to realize the attraction he'd felt looking at Ryan's pictures was still there with Ryan standing six feet away.

Donnie glanced toward the laptop on the desk. "My wife wants to watch through the webcam. Are you okay with that?"

Ryan glanced toward the laptop, then back at Donnie. "Yeah. I'm okay with that."

Donnie crossed to the desk and started the video call. Carol answered almost immediately, her face appearing on the laptop screen.

"Hi," she said.

Donnie smiled. "Hi. Ryan's here."

Ryan stepped closer, giving Carol a small wave. "Nice to finally meet you."

"You too," Carol said. "And thank you for being okay with this."

"No problem."

Donnie positioned the laptop where Carol could see more of the room, then walked back to Ryan.

Ryan stayed where he was. Donnie put a hand on his hip and kissed him.

There was none of the hesitation he'd experienced with Greg. Ryan responded immediately, and Donnie let the kiss deepen before finally pulling back.

Ryan looked at him with a small smile.

"Still nervous?"

"Not nearly as much."

"Good."

Donnie kissed him again.

The last of the awkwardness disappeared. They moved closer together, hands beginning to wander, their kisses becoming slower and more deliberate. Donnie was aware of the bed only a few feet away, but for once he wasn't waiting for the other man to decide what happened next.

He took Ryan by the hand and led him toward it.

Ryan followed without hesitation.

At the edge of the bed, Donnie stopped and looked at him.

"You good?"

"Very."

That was enough.

Donnie pulled him close again.

A few minutes later, their clothes were scattered between the chair and the bed, and both men were naked.

Ryan lay back against the pillows and spread his legs, giving Donnie room between them. Donnie lowered himself onto the bed. Up close, he could see that Ryan's cock was larger than Greg's had been, a difference he couldn't help noticing. Then he turned his attention fully to Ryan.

Ryan's back lifted from the mattress. "Fuck, yeah."

Donnie's mouth opened wider, taking Ryan deeper until his nose brushed the coarse hair at the base of Ryan's cock. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, his tongue tracing the thick vein along the underside. Ryan gasped, his hips jerking forward as Donnie swallowed him down.

Donnie pulled back, letting the tip slip from his mouth with a wet sound before taking him in again. This time he moved faster, one hand moving with his mouth while the other remained firmly on Ryan's hip.

Ryan's fingers tangled in his hair. "God, Donnie, you're good at this."

Donnie finally pulled away and looked up at him, catching his breath. "Come here."

Ryan hauled him upward and kissed him deeply before reversing their positions and pushing Donnie onto his back. When Ryan took Donnie into his mouth, Donnie's head fell against the pillows.

"Oh, fuck."

This wasn't Room 417. Carol wasn't beside him this time, but Donnie knew she was watching from the laptop across the room. There was no Greg patiently guiding him through something completely new, either. This time Donnie wasn't waiting for someone else to decide what happened next, and he discovered he liked that feeling.

Donnie glanced toward the laptop. Carol was still there, watching quietly. When their eyes met through the screen, she smiled. Donnie smiled back before turning his attention to Ryan.

Ryan took his time with him, and before long Donnie's hands were clenched in the sheets.

"Ryan..."

Ryan finally lifted his head and looked up at him. "Want me?"

Donnie didn't hesitate. "Yeah."

Ryan reached toward the nightstand for the small bottle of lubricant he had brought with him. He moved between Donnie's legs and took his time preparing him, watching Donnie closely for any sign that he wanted him to stop.

Donnie felt the last of his nervousness give way to anticipation.

"You good?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah."

Ryan drew Donnie's legs around his waist and moved closer. Donnie held onto his shoulders as Ryan entered him carefully, the initial pressure making him tense despite knowing what to expect.

Ryan stopped immediately.

"Easy," Donnie said.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Donnie took a breath and forced himself to relax. The discomfort gradually eased, replaced by the familiar fullness he remembered from Greg.

"Okay."

Ryan began moving again, slowly at first, giving Donnie time to adjust. Donnie's hands remained on his shoulders as Ryan found a steady rhythm.

The difference from his first night with Greg was impossible to miss. Everything had been new then, and Donnie had needed reassurance at nearly every step, never quite knowing how he would react until something was actually happening. Tonight there was no uncertainty about whether he wanted this.

Ryan leaned down and kissed him, and Donnie pulled him closer. As Ryan's movements became stronger, Donnie wrapped his legs more tightly around his waist.

"Fuck, Ryan."

Ryan smiled against his mouth. "Good?"

"Don't stop."

Ryan didn't.

Donnie gave himself over to the rhythm, no longer analyzing every sensation or wondering what it meant. His body already knew what it liked, and this time he was comfortable enough to simply enjoy it.

Ryan shifted slightly, changing the angle, and Donnie gasped as a sharper wave of pleasure went through him. His grip tightened on Ryan's shoulders, and he pulled Ryan down into a kiss.

The kiss lingered until Ryan finally lifted his head. Donnie caught his breath, then gave him a small push. Together they shifted positions until Ryan was beneath him and Donnie was straddling his hips.

Donnie adjusted his position, taking Ryan's cock in hand to guide it inside himself, then slowly sank down to take him deep inside. He arched his back and began rocking his hips, a shiver running through him as he found a rhythm that felt right. He watched Ryan's face, taking in every reaction beneath him, and gradually increased the pace as the pleasure continued to build.

Beneath him, Ryan's hands tightened on his hips as Donnie gradually lost himself in the sensations. The expression on Ryan's face told him he was getting close.

Leaning forward, Donnie kissed him, their breathing ragged as the pace intensified. The awareness of Carol watching from the laptop remained somewhere at the edge of his thoughts, but he no longer felt self-conscious about it. He wanted her to see this version of him.

Ryan broke the kiss, struggling to catch his breath. "Donnie..."

That was enough. Donnie felt his own control beginning to slip, the pleasure building until there was no holding it back. He buried his face against Ryan's neck as the climax overtook him. Ryan followed moments later, coming inside Donnie as Donnie shot his cum across Ryan's stomach.

Donnie remained where he was for several seconds afterward, breathing hard, his face still buried against Ryan's neck. Neither man seemed in any hurry to move.

Eventually Donnie lifted his head. Ryan was smiling up at him.

"You okay?" Ryan asked.

Donnie was still catching his breath. "More than okay."

He laughed softly and leaned down to kiss Ryan once more before finally moving off him.

Then Donnie glanced down at the cum he had left across Ryan's stomach. Rather than reaching for a towel, he shifted closer and licked him clean. When he came back up, Ryan pulled him into another kiss and held him there for a moment before they finally separated

They stretched out beside each other, and for a while neither man said anything.

It had been completely different from his night with Greg, not because Donnie had done something new, but because he hadn't needed anyone to convince him he wanted it.

That was what had changed.

Eventually, Ryan broke the silence.

"So?"

Donnie turned his head toward him. "So what?"

"Did your wife make a good choice?"

Donnie laughed softly. "Yeah. She did pretty damn good."

Ryan grinned and glanced toward the laptop. "I guess she already knows."

Donnie followed his gaze. Carol was still there, watching them from the screen.

"Yeah," Donnie said with a laugh. "I'd say she does."

After a few more minutes, Ryan sat up and reached for his clothes. Donnie did the same, pulling on his boxer shorts while Ryan dressed.

Once Ryan was dressed, he glanced toward the laptop. Carol was still there. "Well, I guess I should thank you for the introduction."

"I had a feeling you two would get along," Carol said.

Ryan looked at Donnie, then back toward the screen. "So, was it everything you hoped it would be?"

Carol laughed. "I enjoyed the hell out of it. I just wish I could've been there."

"I had a feeling you'd say that," Donnie said.

Ryan grinned. "Maybe next time."

"Maybe," Carol said, leaving just enough in her tone to make Donnie wonder whether she meant it.

Ryan turned back to him. "Well, I had a good time."

"So did I."

Donnie walked him to the door, where Ryan paused before stepping into the hallway. "If you ever come back to Terre Haute..."

"I've got your number."

"Good." Ryan glanced across the room toward the laptop. "Good night, Carol."

"Good night, Ryan."

Donnie watched him head down the hallway before closing the door. When he turned around, Carol was still waiting on the laptop screen, a satisfied smile on her face.

He walked back to the desk and sat down. "Well? And this time I want to hear it when it's just us."

"I loved it," Carol said.

"Watching?"

"Watching you. That was the part I loved."

For a moment, Donnie simply looked at her. A couple of weeks earlier, Carol watching him with another man had been part of something completely new. Tonight, he had been the one who suggested it.

"I liked knowing you were there," he admitted.

"I could tell," Carol said with a smile. "I know my husband."

"Get some sleep because you have to work tomorrow."

Donnie smiled. "Good night, Carol. I love you."

"I love you too."

Donnie ended the call but remained in front of the darkened screen for another moment. His first experience with Greg had answered a question he hadn't even known he would be asking a few weeks earlier. Tonight had answered another.

Whatever this was becoming, he wasn't exploring it alone.

He should have gone to bed. He had another early morning at the power plant ahead of him, and it was already later than he usually stayed up on a work night. Instead, he picked up his phone.

For several seconds he simply looked at it.

Then he opened the same app Carol had used to find Ryan.

Until tonight, Donnie had never actually searched for a man himself. Greg had come through Lisa and Carol. Ryan had practically been delivered to his hotel room by his wife.

This was different.

He began scrolling.

At first, Donnie wasn't looking for anything in particular. He passed profiles of men younger than Ryan, men closer to his own age, couples, and several that simply didn't interest him. He was beginning to wonder what exactly he was looking for when one profile made his thumb stop.

JustJasmine

Donnie stared at the photograph.

That was when he realized Jasmine was a crossdresser.

Donnie went back to the photograph.

For reasons he couldn't immediately explain, he didn't keep scrolling.

He opened the profile.

The person looking back at him was slender and unmistakably feminine in presentation, with long hair, carefully applied makeup, and a fitted dress that showed off a narrow figure. If Donnie hadn't been looking at the profile, he might easily have assumed he was looking at a woman.

In fact, for a moment, he was sure he was.

What's a woman doing on a gay dating app?

Then he read the description.

That was when he realized JustJasmine was a crossdresser.

JustJasmine was twenty four and, according to the app only five miles away from Donnie's location. The short bio described Jasmine as a part time girl who enjoyed dressing, going out occasionally, and meeting open-minded men. She identified as bisexual and made it clear that anyone interested needed to be comfortable with both sides of who she was.

Donnie looked through the rest of the pictures. In some, Jasmine wore dresses and heels. Others were more casual, jeans, fitted tops, boots. The presentation changed from picture to picture, but the person underneath was obviously the same.

He found himself studying them longer than he had studied most of the men's profiles. This wasn't something he had ever considered, but then again, neither was half of what had happened during the past couple of weeks. He glanced at the time. It was late, and he had every reason to put the phone down and get some sleep. Instead, he tapped the message button.

Donnie: Hi. I came across your profile and thought I'd say hello.

He stared at the message for several seconds before finally sending it.

Nothing happened.

Donnie set the phone on the desk and started getting ready for bed. He had just finished brushing his teeth when the phone vibrated.

JustJasmine: Hi. Glad you did.

Donnie smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.

?

, when I'm dressed

That caught his attention.

when you're not?

There was a short pause.

.

Donnie read the answer twice before replying.

to meet you, Josh.

The response came quickly.

too. But if you're talking to me because of those pictures, Jasmine is probably the one you want to meet.

Donnie looked through the photographs again.

Josh had a point.

Donnie: I think you might be right.

I ask how old you are?

Donnie: 57

The answer took a little longer this time.

JustJasmine: Oh, I like that.

Donnie smiled.

like older men?

much. I've actually been looking for a daddy

Donnie stared at the message for a moment, amused by how casually Jasmine had dropped that into the conversation.

Donnie: A daddy huh?

Donnie glanced through the photographs again.

I can be your daddy

A kissing emoji appeared

Donnie laughed quietly.

Donnie: I should probably tell you I'm married.

?

she know you're on here?

the reason I'm on here. I have her permission.

There was another pause.

. Now I'm interested.

my wife knows?

your wife apparently gave her husband permission to go looking for men. That's not something I hear every day.

Donnie smiled.

a little more to it than that.

can tell me about it when we meet.

Donnie raised an eyebrow at the screen.

Donnie: When we meet?

didn't message me just to talk, did you?

He looked through Jasmine's photographs again before answering.

Donnie: No. I suppose I didn't.

. When are you free?

Donnie thought about his schedule at the job site. The next several days would be busy, but Friday evening was open.

night?

JustJasmine: I can do Friday.

Donnie:7?

for me. Where?

staying the Hilton Garden Inn. You could come here if you're comfortable with that.

JustJasmine: I am.

.

me the hotel and room number Friday.

Donnie: I will.

I'll see you Friday, Daddy.

Donnie shook his head, still smiling at the nickname, then set the phone on the nightstand and switched off the lamp. Friday was four days away, and for the first time, that seemed like a long time.

The next morning, Donnie was up before six. He showered, dressed for the job site, and made coffee in the room before checking the time back home. Carol would be awake by now, so he called her.

She answered after a couple of rings. "Good morning."

"Morning."

"You sleep okay?"

"Eventually."

Carol laughed. "I wonder why."

"Yeah, yeah."

"You headed to the plant?"

"In a few minutes. I'm grabbing some breakfast first."

"Well, try to actually eat something instead of living on coffee all day."

"Yes, counselor."

There was a brief pause.

"By the way, I found somebody else on the app last night."

"Already?" Carol asked, laughing.

"After we got off the phone, I looked around for a while and came across a profile that caught my attention."

""He's a crossdresser. When he's dressed, he goes by Jasmine."

Carol was quiet for a moment. "And that caught your attention?"

"Apparently."

She laughed. "Okay. Tell me about Jasmine."

"She's twenty four. Dresses completely as a woman. Long hair, makeup, dresses, heels. If I'd seen the pictures somewhere else, I probably would've assumed I was looking at a woman."

"And you messaged her?"

"I did. We talked for a little while."

"How little?"

"Long enough that she's coming here Friday night."

Carol laughed again. "You already made a date?"

"I guess I did."

"Donnie, yesterday I was finding men for you. Now you're doing it yourself."

"Apparently I'm a quick learner."

"I'm impressed."

"There's one other thing."

"What?"

"She likes older men. She told me she's been looking for a daddy."

Carol burst out laughing.

Donnie waited.

"Oh, my God. Does she call you that?"

"Already has."

That only made Carol laugh harder.

The next few days passed quickly. Donnie spent most of his time at Cayuga, leaving the hotel early each morning and rarely getting back before dinner.

By Friday afternoon, Donnie was beginning to think more about seven o'clock than whatever was happening at the job site.

Carol had originally planned to watch again, but she called that afternoon to tell him that wasn't going to happen. Her daughter had decided that since Donnie was out of town the two of them were going to dinner together.

He and Jasmine had exchanged a handful of messages during the week, nothing lengthy, but enough to confirm that neither of them had changed their mind. Before leaving the job site, Donnie pulled out his phone.

Donnie: Still good for 7?

The reply came a minute later.

JustJasmine: Absolutely Daddy!

Donnie smiled.

Donnie: Hilton Garden Inn room 231

JustJasmine: See you at 7

He slipped the phone back into his pocket and headed for the parking lot.

By the time he reached the hotel, showered changed, and found something to eat, he had a little more than an hour to himself. He tried watching television for a while, but his attention kept wandering to the clock.

This felt different from Monday night.

Ryan had been Carol's idea from the beginning. She had found him, started the conversation, and put the possibility in front of Donnie. Jasmine was different. Donnie had found the profile himself. He had stopped scrolling. He had sent the first message.

And now Jasmine was coming to his room because Donnie had invited her.

At exactly seven, there was a soft knock at the door.

Donnie stood, crossed the room, and opened it.

For a second, he simply looked at her.

The photographs had been accurate, but seeing Jasmine in person was different. She was slender and petite, wearing a fitted black dress that ended several inches above her knees, sheer black stockings, and heels. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, framing a face made strikingly feminine by carefully applied makeup. Beneath the dress, the modest curves of her chest looked natural enough that Donnie found himself remembering his first reaction to her profile. If he hadn't already known about Josh, he wasn't sure he would have guessed.

Jasmine smiled, apparently accustomed to the reaction.

"Hi, Donnie."

He realized he was staring and laughed softly. "Sorry"

"Don't be. I was hoping you would."

That broke some of the tension.

"You look great."

"Thank you." She glanced past him into the room. "Are you going to let me in, or does Daddy plan on keeping me in the hallway?"

Donnie laughed and stepped aside. "Come in."

Jasmine walked past him, the quiet click of her heels following her into the room. Donnie closed the door and turned to find her looking around before setting her small purse on the desk.

When she faced him again, her smile had softened.

"So," she said. "We finally get to meet."

"Looks that way."

"And you're still staring."

Donnie smiled. "I'm trying not to."

"I didn't say you had to stop."

Jasmine held his gaze for another moment, then smiled as if something had just occurred to her. "Before we go any further, tell me about you having permission from your wife."

Donnie laughed. "You remembered that."

"Of course I remembered. A happily married man tells me his wife gave him permission to meet other men, I'm going to be curious."

"Fair enough." Donnie leaned back against the desk. "Honestly, this is all pretty new. A couple of weeks ago, Carol and I were watching a movie, and something in it got me curious."

"Curious enough to tell your wife?"

"Eventually."

"And she was okay with it?"

Donnie smiled. "More than okay. She encouraged me to find out for myself."

Jasmine raised an eyebrow. "And now she gives you permission while you're out of town?"

"Pretty much. Before I left, she told me I was free to explore while I was gone, as long as it was with a man."

Jasmine laughed. "That's a very specific hall pass."

"My wife's a lawyer. She likes clearly defined terms."

That made Jasmine laugh. "Okay, I already like Carol."

"She actually wanted to watch tonight. The plan was to use the webcam, if you were okay with it, but our daughter decided to take her out to dinner since I'm out of town."

Jasmine smiled. "Too bad. I would have loved that. We should at least give her something to look at later."

Donnie raised an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

"Pictures." Jasmine nodded toward his phone. "Come here, Daddy."

Donnie laughed but moved beside her. Jasmine picked up his phone and held it out in front of them, leaning against him as she took the first selfie.

She looked at the screen and immediately shook her head. "No"

"What?"

"You look like you're having your picture taken for a company ID."

Donnie laughed. "What am I supposed to do?"

Jasmine slipped an arm around his waist and pressed closer. "Look like you're spending Friday night with me."

The next picture was considerably better. Jasmine took another, then turned her face toward Donnie just as he looked at her, catching the two of them smiling at each other.

"There," she said, studying it. "Carol will like that one."

Donnie looked over her shoulder. "Probably."

"Good." Jasmine set the phone back on the desk and turned toward him. "Now, we can stand here talking all night if that's what you want, but I don't think that's what we're here for."

She moved closer and rested her hands against his chest. Donnie looked down at them, then back into her eyes. This close, he could smell her perfume and see the care she had put into every detail of her appearance.

Donnie put his hands around her waist and pulled her gently toward him.

Their first kiss was passionate. Jasmine slipped her arms around his neck, and Donnie drew her closer as the anticipation of the previous four days finally became real. The kiss deepened naturally, any lingering uncertainty disappearing as they gave themselves over to the moment.

When they finally separated, Jasmine remained against him, smiling as she looked up into his face. "Well, Daddy?"

Donnie smiled. "I'm glad I stopped scrolling."

"I was hoping you'd say that." She kissed him again, then stepped back just far enough to reach for the hem of her dress. Donnie watched as she gathered the black fabric in both hands and pulled it slowly upward, over her body and then her head, before tossing it onto the nearby chair.

For several seconds, Donnie simply took her in. The black lace bra and matching thong coordinated perfectly with the sheer stockings and heels. The modest curves beneath the bra suited Jasmine's slender frame naturally, completing the feminine appearance that had caught Donnie's attention in the first place.

Jasmine placed one hand on her hip. "You're staring again."

"You keep giving me reasons to."

Her smile widened. "Good answer."

Donnie stepped toward her again, but Jasmine glanced toward the phone they had left on the desk. "Not yet."

He followed her gaze. "More pictures?"

"Carol missed the show. The least we can do is give her a few highlights." Jasmine smiled and struck a playful pose as Donnie laughed and reached for the phone.

She backed away to give him a better view, posing first with one hand at her waist and one knee slightly bent. For the next, she turned partly sideways and looked back toward him with an exaggerated model's expression that made him laugh again.

"Quit laughing, I'm trying to look sexy"

"You're succeeding."

"Then take the picture."

Donnie did, and after several more, Jasmine walked over to look through them with him, occasionally swiping back to one she particularly liked. She stopped at one and tapped the screen. "That one. Carol definitely gets that one."

Donnie studied the photograph and smiled. "I think she'll approve."

"I hope so." Jasmine took the phone from him, placed it back on the bed, and turned toward him.

"There. Now where were we?"

Donnie slipped his arms around her waist. "I think I remember."

Donnie laughed and pulled her against him again. Their next kiss came easily, without any of the anticipation or uncertainty that had preceded the first.

When Jasmine finally broke the kiss, she didn't move away completely. She lingered close to him, then let her hands trail slowly down his chest before sinking to her knees.

Donnie watched as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down, leaving him completely exposed in front of her. Jasmine's gaze dropped immediately, taking him in for a moment before she looked back up at him with a smile.

Without saying anything, she leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Donnie drew a sharp breath as her lips closed around him and her tongue began exploring him. She started slowly, working her mouth over him before gradually taking him deeper, her eyes remaining fixed on his as she moved. Donnie found it almost impossible to look away, one hand settling instinctively into her long dark hair as she found a steady rhythm.

Donnie's breathing grew heavier as Jasmine continued, his hand tightening slightly in her hair. She kept her eyes on him, watching his reactions closely enough that she seemed to recognize the exact moment he was getting close.

Then, without warning, she stopped.

Donnie looked down at her, still trying to catch his breath. "Why'd you stop?"

Jasmine remained on her knees, wearing a thoroughly satisfied smile. "Because you were getting close."

"That was kind of the idea."

She laughed softly and rose to her feet, slipping her arms around his neck again. "Not yet."

Donnie shook his head, laughing despite himself. "You did that on purpose."

"Absolutely."

Jasmine kissed him once more before slowly pulling away. Without saying anything, she turned and started toward the bed, moving with a deliberate, seductive confidence that made it obvious she knew Donnie was watching.

She didn't hurry. The heels, stockings, and black lace lingerie made every step part of the presentation, and halfway across the room she glanced back over her shoulder to make sure she still had his attention.

She did.

Jasmine smiled and continued to the bed, where she turned and sat gracefully on the edge before easing herself backward onto the mattress. She stretched out for a moment, then shifted onto one side, propping herself up on an elbow as she looked toward him.

"Well, Daddy?" she said with a teasing smile. "Are you coming?"

Donnie laughed and followed her toward the bed. At that moment, it was difficult to reconcile the confident, feminine person waiting for him with Josh, the twenty four year old man he'd first learned about only four nights earlier.

Jasmine seemed to recognize the fascination in his expression, and her smile widened. She was enjoying every second of it.

Donnie reached the bed and stood beside her for a moment, taking in the sight of Jasmine stretched across the mattress. She had arranged herself almost as though she were posing for another photograph, one leg extended and the other slightly bent, her dark hair spread across the pillow.

This time, Jasmine didn't tell him what to do.

Donnie climbed onto the bed beside her and leaned down to kiss her. Jasmine immediately responded, slipping an arm around his neck and drawing him closer. His hand settled at her waist before slowly traveling along her side, feeling the contrast between bare skin, lace, and the smooth fabric of her stockings.

Jasmine smiled against his lips. "There you go."

Donnie pulled back just enough to look at her. "You don't have to coach me through everything."

"No," she said, smiling. "I don't think I do anymore."

He kissed her again, more confidently this time. Jasmine relaxed beneath him, apparently content to let Donnie decide where things went next.

Donnie's lips trailed down Jasmine's neck and across her collarbone as his hands moved along her slender body. Jasmine arched beneath him, responding eagerly as he continued lower.

When he settled between her legs, Jasmine opened them wider for him, one hand already finding its way into his hair. Donnie paused long enough to take her in. Jasmine's cock was modestly sized, smaller than he had expected, with a small bead of precum glistening at the tip. Somehow the proportions seemed to suit her petite feminine appearance.

Donnie lowered his head and began pleasuring her, discovering that Jasmine's smaller size made it easy for him to take her completely. She gasped and slipped one hand into his hair, her breathing growing heavier as he continued.

After a while, he moved lower until his face was buried between Jasmine's spread cheeks. He ate her ass eagerly, his tongue working over her tight opening before pressing deeper. Jasmine cried out, her back arching as her fingers twisted into the sheets.

Taking his time, Donnie alternated between slow strokes of his tongue and more insistent attention as she became increasingly restless beneath him. Her hips moved against his face, encouraging him, and the sounds coming from her made it obvious she wanted more.

By then, there was nothing tentative about his exploration. He knew exactly where he intended this to lead, and Jasmine seemed equally aware of what he was preparing her for.

Jasmine shifted beneath him, rolling onto her stomach before rising onto her hands and knees. She settled comfortably into the position with an ease that suggested it was exactly where she wanted to be. The sheer black stockings and heels were still on, as were the black lace bra and matching thong, and when she glanced back over her shoulder at Donnie, she wore a teasing smile.

"I want to feel you inside me, Daddy."

Donnie moved into position behind her, his hands settling briefly on her hips. The thong was still in place, so Donnie hooked a finger beneath the narrow strip of lace and pulled it aside. He reached for the lube they had left nearby and took a moment to prepare them both, making sure Jasmine was ready.

He aligned himself with her and pushed forward in one smooth motion, burying himself balls-deep inside her. Jasmine cried out, her back arching sharply as her fingers clenched the sheets beneath her.

"Fuck, Daddy!"

Donnie held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust before beginning to move. Jasmine quickly found his rhythm, rocking back to meet him as her moans filled the room, the heels she had never bothered to remove kicking lightly against the mattress.

Within moments, they had settled into a rhythm together, Jasmine occasionally glancing back over her shoulder at him with the same teasing expression she had worn when she first climbed onto the bed.

Donnie's eyes fell on his phone lying within reach on the bed. Without breaking their rhythm, he reached down and picked it up.

Jasmine glanced back when she realized what he was doing, a wicked smile spreading across her face. Donnie started recording, capturing a short video of them together as Jasmine looked back over her shoulder at the camera, making absolutely no attempt to hide how much she was enjoying herself.

After several seconds, Donnie stopped recording and tossed the phone back onto the bed.

Jasmine shifted beneath him, then turned onto her back and reached for him. Donnie followed her onto the mattress, settling between her legs as she wrapped them around his waist. Her heels remained on, one brushing against the back of his leg as she pulled him closer.

The change brought them face to face again. Jasmine slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, her long dark hair spread across the pillows and the black lace bra still framing the feminine curves that had fascinated Donnie from the moment she arrived.

Donnie could feel himself getting close. He buried his face against Jasmine's neck, holding her tightly as the last of his control disappeared.

A deep groan escaped his throat as his hips slammed forward one last time and he came inside her, flooding her ass with his cum. He kept thrusting through the orgasm, emptying himself deep inside her until he was completely spent.

Jasmine arched beneath him, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him and rode out the intensity of the moment. Only when the last tremors had passed did Donnie finally become still, breathing heavily against her neck while Jasmine kept her arms and legs wrapped around him.

For several moments afterward, neither of them moved. Donnie remained close, catching his breath as Jasmine ran her fingers slowly through his hair.

When he finally lifted his head, she was smiling at him.

Jasmine kissed him once, then gently slipped out from beneath him and sat on the edge of the bed. After catching her breath for another moment, she stood and headed toward the bathroom, still wearing her stockings and heels.

"I'll be right back, Daddy."

Donnie watched her disappear into the bathroom before rolling onto his back. His phone lay nearby on the bed, containing the pictures and video they had taken throughout the evening.

He picked it up and looked at the screen for a moment.

Four nights earlier, he had been lying in this same hotel room scrolling through profiles when Jasmine's photograph made him stop. He had found her himself, sent the first message, and invited her here. Carol hadn't arranged any of it.

That realization brought a smile to his face.

The bathroom door opened, and Jasmine stepped back into the room.

Donnie set the phone aside.

Carol would see everything soon enough.