The following morning was definitely a brand new day. Jasmin had not made it back to her own hotel room the previous night and lay spread on the bed. Tiffany was getting ready for work and noticed Jasmin stirring.
"Hey, you know it's gonna be good to get out of these outfits," she said smiling. "Today I'm gonna tell my boss, I'll just walk up to him and say 'I'm going to Germany in three days.' We'll see what he says."
When Jasmin smiled, Tiffany's heart began to beat very fast. She walked over to the bed looking Jasmin over. She was 20 with blue eyes, and mid-length brown hair that was sprawled across the bed. She had the body of an angel, which was hardly covered by knickers and a thin pinkish shirt. Tiffany was having trouble even thinking about going to work.
When she reached Jasmin, Jasmin stretched out her arms, and Tiffany bent down to kiss her.
"Babe, I have to go, I don't want to get fired! At least not for a few days."
Jasmin reluctantly watched her go, and drifted back to sleep.
Chapter 6
Jasmin dreamt of the perfect world. She and Tiffany went back to Germany and she told everyone she was a pure bred Homo. The reaction was perfect, no one complained they were all alright with it. They even began referring to them as they would a straight couple. They kissed and held hands in public and were even treated with respect. Everyone was happy and...
Jasmin woke up, she was still groggy from the time difference, but she was a woman with a plan. She quickly showered and got dressed and left the hotel.
She had researched on her laptop where to go and how to get there. She arrived quickly and smiled when she had arrived.
It was 9 a.m. when Jasmin reached the limousine rental place. She then made her way up the street to a grocer and picked up a bottle of Dom Perigon. She also picked up some flowers. She was now ready to make her last few days in America with Tiffany very exciting.
Chapter 7
When Tiffany arrived at her place at around 5:30 p.m., she smelled Jasmin's perfume but didn't see her. She was about halfway down her main hallway when suddenly everything went black.
Startled she jumped until she realised she had been blindfolded. She stood not knowing what to do unit she felt soft wet lips on her cheek. The lips proceeded to move down to Tiffany's neck. She pressed against the lips wishing they could be everywhere.
"God, Jasmin, this is so hot!" Tiffany said breathy.
"Jasmin?" The lips had stopped.
She felt a hand on hers and it began to tug. The hand was leading her somewhere, but she had no clue where and why. She felt the temperature in the room drop and she raised an eyebrow to this.
The hand stopped tugging but the blindfold was not taken off. She was very curious as to where Jasmin had taken her and what she was doing.
Jasmin stood there looking at her girlfriend and grinned devilishly. She got out the champagne and got right next to Tiffany.
With a pop the bottle was open and spilling all over Tiffany. She could feel the cold liquid running down her torso and legs; it sent shivers down her spine.
"Now, that you are ready, You need warmed up." Jasmin bent down and started with Tiffany's ankles she began to lick and suck everywhere she possibly could all the while Tiffany stood blindfolded.
After a night of passionate and messy sex Jasmin and Tiffany held each other, but never went to sleep one at a time, almost as if their brains were connected, they drifted in and out at the same time.
Chapter 8 Tiffany was very nervous, not only did she not speak a word of German, but she had never even been outside the USA. Jasmin on the other hand was like a child on three bars of chocolate.
Jasmin was tugging on Tiffany's arm, leading her around the airport, which got a few strange looks. Once they found their gate, they sat down to wait the hour they had to kill.
The two sat next to each other in the uncomfortable chairs and talked for a little while, but soon the two found themselves watching the people going about the airport. They saw the standard of the couples snogging and hugging. One couple particularly held their attention, it was a exquisite woman in her mid-20's with short cropped blonde hair who was holding hands with her girlfriend, a woman who looked about 21, she had cropped brown hair which framed her thick black specs.
Jasmin looked over at Tiffany, who in turn looked back. Their eyes were sending subliminal messages and conversing. Jasmin slowly moved her hand over to Tiffany's, very alert at her surroundings. She took Tiffany's hand into hers and let their warmth flow from one to another. There were no doubts, and no regrets.
The two boarded the plane and took their seats, Jasmin took the aisle seat. The flight was uneventful and long. Most of the flight Tiffany slept on Jasmin's shoulder and Jasmin rested her head on Tiffany's. The two were undisturbed whilst on their way to Berlin.