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Oriental (mf)
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Subject: Story: Oriental
The following is a, um, serendipity tale, reminiscent.
I was reminded about a week ago, after I posted the Teacher story,
just how pleasant some memories are. Several good experiences have
risen to the top of my mind as source material for writing. This
particular story is a slightly glowing memory, with more good
remembered and little bad...
m/f, consensual, vanilla fun, many adjectives...
(Lisa, this was written because of your mail...)
I was at a convention. This was in Chicago, over a labor day weekend.
It was the best convention I'd ever attend, at least to date it was,
at least... as I remember.
I was sharing a room with friends, but I swear I only saw that room
when I had to change. I slept elsewhere as often as I could. Given my
size, a healthy 6'7-8", there were certain to be many painful bumps in
the night with my friends if I actually slept in that room.
This convention boasted continuous partying, as you will find when
you attend conventions loaded with attendance exceeding 8000 people.
That year may have exceeded 10-12,000, I really don't know. I
wandered from party to party, meeting new people, gathering new faces
in a sea of humanity.
At one party, the day before I was to fly back to New York, I met an
attractive lady of oriental extraction, with long, long black hair, a
slender figure, and delicate wonderful features to show on her face.
She had an uplifting smile, wore large round glasses and was dressed
in a t-shirt and jeans, neither revealing much. Her dark eyes spoke
volumes with a twinkle of joy.
We chatted for a time, becoming lightly acquainted, but upon
discovering she had a boyfriend, actually a fiance, I strove to make
friends rather than time. We tried to dance, but I can't dance well.
We collapsed together on a couch, and were engaged in general
discussion when one of my roomies stopped by. He made a complaint
about only seeing me with beautiful women at the con, and wandered
away again.
She was a touch embarrassed, and told me again about her fiance, who
was supposedly in England for some reason. I smiled and assured her I
was certain he'd be back soon. She really seemed to be trying to
convince herself of something.
As we chatted we became somewhat entangled in snuggling, since the
party was heavily trafficked. She tilted her chin up, and I gave her a
tender kiss, trying to make it a brotherly opener. Just in case she
really didn't want the attention, you know.
She returned the kiss. Not in a gentle manner at all, but tasting me,
smelling me. Now, I'm reasonably careful to shower and shave,
sometimes as often as twice a day. But I'd entered this party without
having visited the less than frequented room for updating hygiene.
She nestled her head into my shoulder and told me I smelled good
enough to eat. Surprised, I explained when I last showered. She just
nibbled at my ear.
So I suggested we find a more private place for necking. She craned
her neck around as though looking for a place. I knew that my room
would be a disaster, only 3 other guys sharing it with me. She grabbed
my hand and yanked me to my feet.
We found a seemingly empty stairway and began an engaging session of
mutual face worship. The kisses she planted on my mouth were sensual
experiences of depth and character themselves. Each one a suck on my
lips, a touch of her tongue. She found my eyelids with her lips and
tried fencing with my tongue.
She said she couldn't sleep with me, because she was engaged. I
accepted this at face value. She wasn't running away, and in fact was
attacking me as much as I attacked her. I hadn't done anything other
than neck so far.
She started the next step. Her hand found my cock, stiff against my
pants. Then there was a lecherous grin, lifting her cheeks, leering with
her eyes into mine.
So I managed to free her t-shirt from her jeans and felt the sweet
titties hidden underneath with my palm. God, they were firm and
luscious. The nipples terminated in pencil eraser sized nubs. As I
worked my palm across them they were hard.
She had begun to pant a bit, but we kept having traffic pass us on the
stairs. Neither of us wanted to do any of this in public that night.
Yet she was crawling all over me, rubbing her body's full length
against mine.
Finally she said screw it. We collected her things and went out
together into the Chicago night air. I wasn't familiar with Chicago at
the time. She lead me through the streets to the trains. At one point
we were riding a train along the lake, headed east, I think.
I was lost in her long black hair, nuzzling the back of her neck
through it. She'd yielded over her actions to the moment, and would
slip her tongue between my lips from time to time. We walked in
silence the 5 to 6 blocks to her apartment.
Her home was much like mine at the time. Some recycled furniture, a
few shelves of books, movie posters, and a stereo. It was a two
bedroom apartment she shared with some guy she knew. He wasn't her
boyfriend and might come in at any time. She hurried me to her
bedroom.
In case you wonder how you ever let your sleeping space become so
cluttered, be at ease. You are not alone. She had scattered books,
papers, clothing, and other paraphernalia about the room. I've
generally had the same problem, but now that I'm married I cannot get
away with ignoring it.
Her bed was a queen sized platform affair. The mattress was thin
enough that my knees and elbows thumped against the plywood
underneath. I tried to ignore it and lay down.
She stripped quickly, revealing a thin, well toned body with nice
smooth curve along her hips and breasts. The breasts were handful
sized. Having met both the large and small sized boobs, I can safely
say for long relationships the handful sized are nice. As I think I
already said, her nipples pointed out in tips the size of pencil
erasers. They were very dark, and already aroused to a rubbery
hardness. Her crotch was covered in thin, almost invisible little
black pubic hairs, as if she'd only recently begun to grow them.
Her hair splayed about her like the ribbons of a may pole.
She open my jeans and undressed me, taking my prick into her cool, soft
hand. Shrugging off my shirt as quickly as possible, I relished the
opportunity to watch this bewitching creature smiling down at me.
She knelt above my face and we made our kisses into an experiment in
duration. I pulled her down on top of me and lost myself in her. Over
the next hour we continued to do no more than neck, simply caressing
naked body against naked body.
Her long hair draped across us, occasionally sneaking into our mouths
with a kiss. It curtained our faces from the rest of the world,
leaving us isolated together. I enjoyed the silk like touch it brought
to my skin.
I began sucking at her breasts. She combed her fingers through my hair
as I did, a sensation of lust I've come to appreciate over the years.
Those fingers moved along my scalp creating a strong feeling of need
from her. I sucked and licked at those tits with more tenderness than
I had thought I could.
There were a series of moans from her. She was a quiet sex partner. In
fact, I don't think we'd said a word about anything but sex since we
left the apartment. No, that's not right, she mentioned her roommate.
I lai her on her back and spread her legs. Guiding my cock with my
hand I tried to enter her. Well, as you know I'm sure, you can't
always get in. We struggled for a minute, and then I suggested she get
on top.
This worked and she lowered herself, very slowly because of tightness,
onto my phallus. She started to roll her hips and hung her head, and
subsequently her hair, over my chest. Humping for a time against her
with my prick inside her, I grasped her hips with my hands. She leaned
forward with both hands open for support on my chest.
She let out a tiny helpless yelp after but a few minutes, yet I came
inside her with the pulse of orgasmic fury.
She was panting and smiling soon, next to me. I couldn't leave this
creature, not for some time, I knew it. We engaged ourselves in
another round of necking.
Sounds came from the other room. Her roommate, male in fact, had come
in, and was listening to the stereo. We ignored him, sucking each
other's tongue, nipping at each other's cheeks.
After a time I got up some nerve. I felt very uncomfortable about
asking a girl to go down on me, but I thought this time would be a
real delight.
She was not reluctant to take me in her mouth. Her red lips circled
the head of my cock quickly. The touch of her tongue and teeth along
the length of my cock was tender and light. I wanted to come while
fucking her face. Her head became shrouded in a blanket of black hair
as she attacked my organ. I began to thrust deeply into her, causing
an occasional break to allow her to stop gagging. I tried to restrain
my thrusts, but she continued to take more than she could handle when
ever I started to get ready to come.
I entered her cunt again, moist from her mouth. Rolling over on top, I
did the push/pull for a time without coming. She had me roll back to
allow her some motion.
Again she rollicked atop my pelvis, her hair draping from side to
side. Her neck stretched to show her Adams apple as her head flung
back. Her arms and legs were so thin, so delicate next to mine. I
really thought if I made any sharp movements she would break.
There was a barking yelp from her this time. Her tongue showing
between the teeth of her open mouth. I could see the sparkle in her
eyes had dropped off to a sheen of sexual frenzy. She didn't shudder
or quake like some women do, she just finished and straightened up.
We fell asleep, with me inside her, her on top of me. I woke to find
her snuggled in against my chest as I lay on my side. She was awake
before me, and had been watching me with attentive longing.
She made breakfast, and talked about how her fiance would be home from
England soon. Her tone was deeply regretful. There was a look in her
eyes of sorrow, as she told me she wished I could stay.
I had to catch my plane in just a few hours. As I left, her mouth
lingered on mine, and whispered in my ear how sad it was I didn't live
in Chicago.
In the few hours I had, I picked up my luggage and zipped off to
O'hare. In my rush I forgot a sports jacket I'd brought. One of my
friends remembered to take it on his plane, but lost it there.
I still think of that moment at the door of her apartment from time to
time. Still remember the tender dalliance with so lovely a lady. I
tried to find her again afterwards. But no one knew who I meant, and
told me her fiance was probably back anyway...
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