Jazz and Steam

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The spa had a ‘Closed for four hours...unless I’m arrested’ sign on the door when I pulled up outside.

I saw Jasmine sitting in her car. She opened the door, when I pull in, smiling. I saw her long dark legs disappear as she stood up and the robe dropped back into place.

Getting out I found myself being hugged to my surprise. There must have been a sale on me that week.

“I’m so glad you came,” she said then with a grin, winking at me. “Want to see the pre-game warm up?”

I didn’t know what she meant till her hands went to her robe and she opened it.

Oh... my... lord... the... body... on... this... woman!

Skin like a mixture of chocolate and silk. I let my eyes go from her feet with the toenails delicately painted to match her eye-shadow, up past her calves, to those super-smooth thighs, to what had to be a barely legal bikini bottom that I knew was a bit of floss thong in the back. Her belly had a slight pouch around her navel, then there was the curve of her waist up to her breasts that were barely hidden behind the top that was little more than postage stamps and floss. By the time my eyes reached hers I’m more turned on than any guy had ever made me.

She gave me a slow sexy smile, and looking down, let her lashes flutter at me. “You’ve got me blushing. Can’t you tell?”

Laughing, I looked at her and grinned.

“You look beautiful, Jazz.” I told her after I took a deep breath to settle the pounding I felt in my chest. Suddenly I felt a deep concern for her. I didn’t at all like the idea of her being arrested. Detained. Jailed. “You sure you want to do this?”

She looked at me for a second then down at the bikini top and lifted a finger to one of the strings.

“I want you to tell me if this makes any sense to you. Right now I’m legally allowed to walk the beach, maybe even go into any store I like...at least around this time of the year. I might get asked to put my wrap around my hips but maybe not.” She moves the white fabric just a bit and part of her dark as night n****e came into view. “Now I’m being arrested and considered a lewd person. If I was to do this within a hundred feet of a school I’m probably going to be put on the child s*x registry. Does that make any sense to you, Flower?”

My eyes seemed to be glued to that bit of dark skin. I never for some reason thought about the fact that a black woman’s n****e would be that dark. Distracted for a second, I looked up and saw her face was so very serious.

What she asked me suddenly made no sense at all.

“No, Jazz. It seems kind of silly when you put it that way.”

She nodded. “How about the fact that if I was a guy I could walk around in just this?”

Her finger ran along the waistband of her bottoms. When she lifted the edge by the knot, my breath ran away from me.

“Why should gender make a difference about what can be worn? If it was anything else there would be an outcry that would startle pigeons in Washington but because this nation is ashamed of their own skin you won’t hear a word.”

I listened and nodded understanding. Part of me wished that she wouldn’t go through with it none-the-less. Part of me wished I had her courage.

“Want to take my car?” She asked grinning. “That way if I get arrested you can drive it back here.”

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