I was dining in a Chinese restaurant with a male
companion. An acquaintance who had pestered me to go to
dinner with him so many times that I finally relented.
He was an interesting enough conversationalist, and the
food was good, so I was glad I accepted. But he was
flirting enough that I knew he was going to make a pass.
Which I would try to sidestep gracefully; no interest
there.
I’m about 5 foot 5, 110 pounds, late 20’s. Mid-length
brown hair and brown eyes. Slim, but a good figure.
Perky. Cute. That’s how I’m usually described.
I was chasing my last few shrimp down with my
chopsticks, and playing with the rice while I continued
to use up the pot of hot tea, adding enough sugar
packets to cause comment from my date. And there was
still a potsticker left! I wolfed it down. Did I mention
I love Chinese food? Meanwhile, he continued to make
small talk.
I found my gaze drawn to our waitress. She was a short
haired Chinese girl, petite and pretty with an Elvin
face. Dressed in typical conservative fashion for a
waitress at a Chinese restaurant, her figure was slim
but there was something very sexy about her. She smiled,
and when she spoke she was friendly and bashfully shy at
the same time. She spoke English well though, so it
didn’t seem to be awkwardness with the language. Just a
deservedness that still didn’t hide a good-natured aura
that she broadcast. Cute.
We got our fortune cookies. His read, YOU HAVE GREAT
PHYSICAL POWERS AND AN IRON CONSTITUTION. Mine read, NOW
IS THE TIME TO TRY SOMETHING NEW.
We played the Fortune Cookie game.
You know the Fortune Cookie game, don’t you? You simply
add the phrase “in bed” to the end of any Fortune
Cookie. Instant double entendre! Usually to hilarious
results. Highly recommended, especially if you’re ever
dining out with about six people at a Chinese
restaurant, everyone reads their fortune aloud and adds
that phrase.
Of course, my dinner companion used that as a lead-in
for more flirting. I tried to remain non-committal.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Our waitress came by the table to take away some plates,
and asked if I wanted anything for dessert.
I smiled wickedly. “No, I couldn’t eat anything else.
Well, almost anything.” I looked at her directly in the
eyes and smiled. She looked at me puzzled, also smiling.
I couldn’t tell whether she just didn’t understand what
I meant, or if she was wondering if I was flirting with
her.
She smiled uncertainly, and then reached across to get
some more dishes.
“What do you think of my fortune?” I asked.
She looked down. “Now is the time to try something new.”
She glanced quizzically in the direction of the
bathrooms.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think that’s what it
meant.”
There was a pause. What the heck, I thought.
“But I do so like eating Chinese… food,” I said.
This time I locked eyes with her, and licked my lips.
Her eyes widened, and she looked a little flustered.
My companion returned, and she hurried away.
She brought the check a few minutes later, and my date
got his credit card out. She continued to keep herself
busy at nearby tables, wiping them off, straightening
napkins, but I could feel her gaze on me periodically. I
made sure he gave her a more than generous tip.
* * *
A few weeks later I was pushing a shopping cart through
a supermarket. As usual, I’d gotten the one with a bad
wheel. “Now is the time to try something new.” said a
soft voice behind me. I turned around, and it was her.
She was dressed in tennis shoes, jeans, and a plain
white T-shirt. She looked very fresh and vibrant.
I gestured to the plastic wrapped eggrolls in my basket
from the Deli. “Here I am, with a hankering to eat some
Chinese again…”
She giggled, and again, I wasn’t sure whether she got
the innuendo, or was just politely responding the way
you do when someone says something that seems to be
meant humorously. Her name was Susan (I admit, I
expected something more exotic and Chinese).We chatted a
bit. There was something about her that really turned me
on. She was 22. I’d thought she was maybe 19.
After awhile, since we did both have carts full of
groceries; there was that awkward pause when we both
knew it was time to move on but not sure how to
gracefully part ways. I mentioned that I was going to
work out later this afternoon at my fitness club. She
expressed an interest, and I asked if she wanted to join
me as my guest. No, she couldn’t today, she said, she
had to work. But there was something about the way she
said it that seemed wistful. I wrote down my phone
number on a slip of paper. “Well, give me a call if you
want a workout some evening.” Again her dark eyes
widened, and she looked away, but quickly glanced back
with a look that seemed inquiring; I sensed an interest.
And I think she knew I was flirting with her.
* * *
Three or four days later I got home from work, and the
phone rang. It was Susan. She wanted to go to the
fitness center with me. We arranged to meet there.
She was waiting in the parking lot when I got there.
Sweatpants, T-shirt, and tennis shoes. We did a few
different exercise machines, and ran a treadmill. Worked
up a good sweat. After about 45 minutes, I got some
towels. “Let’s hit the showers.” She looked at me
appraisingly.
A few minutes later, in the locker room, she shyly
peeled off her clothes. I followed suit. I unabashedly
examined her naked body. Trim, a little boyish, but very
pretty. She had small breasts like mine, and was a
couple of inches shorter than I was. She looked very
innocent and very sexy. On an otherwise pale body, she
had a beautiful thatch of pubic hair, as jet black as
that on her head. She was hairier down there than I
would have imagined. I myself was recently shaved (not
by myself!). She was looking me up and down too as we
stepped into the showers and soaped up. But she was
trying to do it out of the corner of her eye. I didn’t
hide, as the warm water hit me, I stretched luxuriously,
arms above my head, up on my tiptoes, arched my back,
raised my chin and with eyes closed offered myself to
the cascade of water. As I soaped up, I made a show of
washing my breasts, between my legs, and I bent over a
couple of times to soap up my legs and feet, pointing my
ass at her one time, another time facing towards her, my
small breasts hanging down, rivulets of water dripping
off them and my hair.
Afterwards, I took her hand and led her to the sauna.
We sat, towels wrapped around us, covering our breasts.
We were alone. I started kneading her shoulders, her
neck, running my fingers down her back, tracing her
shoulderblades, her backbone. She shivered, despite the
sauna heat. I pushed the towel down to get at the small
of her back. We were both covered in a sheen of fresh
sweat. She closed her eyes, enjoying my massage. “I love
backrubs!” she cooed.
“Have you ever been with a woman before?” I said.
She looked shyly downward. “Not… not with a
Caucasian.”
“But you have —?” She nodded.
Well, I wasn’t corrupting the innocent then.
I reached around, ran my fingers over her breasts, in
smaller and smaller circles that ended up on her
nipples, which I squeezed gently. They were already
hard. I snuggled up to her, my towel falling, my pussy
against her ass, my legs around hers on the bench. I
reached down from her breasts, ran my fingers through
her pubes, then started to toy with her pussy and clit.
She started sighing softly.
She turned and our mouths met, and her tongue darted in
and out. She slowly traced a line downward with her
tongue, down my chin, my neck, between my breasts,
across my smooth tummy, and when she got between my
legs, she started licking me down there. I stared down
at her pretty face, and continued to stroke her neck and
back.
Suddenly we heard voices outside the sauna. We
straightened up, she snatched her tongue out of my
snatch, we grabbed our towels, and the door banged open.
In walked two women in their 40’s, and not very
attractive ones at that. I felt all flushed, and when
they looked at us, I wondered at first if there was
something about us that telegraphed what we had been
doing. But I finally decided no, we probably just looked
like any two disheveled sweaty girls in a sauna.
We exited a few minutes later. Instantly the moisture on
me turned cold and clammy. As we passed a toilet stall,
Susan pushed open the slightly ajar door and pulled me
in, closing it behind her. I looked around at our small
space. It looked reasonably clean; I don’t ordinarily
like to cavort in a public bathroom. She put down the
lid of the toilet, and sat me down. She started frigging
my pussy, first two, then three fingers. She had small
hands, and slim wrists and arms. But what she did next
surprised me. She was opening me wider and wider, using
her other hand to hold my pussy lips open, while her
fingers invaded me. After a few minutes of this, she
worked her entire hand into my pussy. I felt opened wide
and very filled. It was a little painful, but it was
also a unique sensation. As many times as I’d been with
women, none had ever done this before. I looked down. It
was very strange, her arm led right between my legs, and
her thin wrist disappeared into my pussy. It looked
really bizarre, like an amputee or something. But I
could tell her hand was there; she worked me from the
inside. My opening was stretched wide, it gaped lewdly.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out. After a few
minutes I came so hard the room swam for a minute, I
felt lightheaded. I had my arms around her, and I bit
her shoulder gently to keep silent. I slowly came back
to my senses, her warm flesh pressed against me. She
pulled her hand out, with a audible noise. I felt a void
down there, like my sex was a living thing, left hungry
and gasping when its meal was withdrawn from it.
Vocalizing its loss, I made little mewling noises. My
eyes slowly came into focus. Susan was looking at me
steadfastly. Her eyes were bright with excitement and
barely contained lust.
We cleaned up afterwards, took another shower, and got
dressed. Susan had worn her sweats to the gym, but in
her bag she had other clothes…a denim skirt, white
button down blouse, a plain white bra and pink panties.
In the parking lot, we gave each other a hug, which
didn’t look too suspicious; we could have just been two
good friends. “Follow me to my condo,” I whispered, “I’m
going to shave that hairy pussy of yours smooth.” Her
eyes widened with surprise in that delightful way she
had.
“And I still haven’t eaten Chinese yet…”
We got back to my Town House. As soon as the door was
closed, we attacked each other with our mouths; I
pressed her up against the wall. Kissed her hard, and
frenched this little Chinese girl. My hands worked down
the buttons of her blouse, and then I began cupping a
breast through her bra. We stumbled into the living
room. I kicked off my tennis shoes and jeans, barking a
shin on the coffee table. Soon she was down to the pink
panties. I was completely nude.
I led her upstairs to the bedroom, and pushed her back
onto the big waterbed. “Wait here.” I said. I went to
the bathroom, got some warm water in a bucket, some
shaving cream, a safety razor, and some towels and
washcloths.
I spread the towels under her legs, several layers, to
cover the bed. Told her to raise her ass. Got a big
thick towel under her. Each rearrangement made the
waterbed slosh a little. I put the bucket down carefully
on the bed. Eyed it to see if it was about to spill. It
seemed stable.
I put a washcloth in the warm water, and then took it
out and massaged her cunt with it. After several times,
she was washed and wet down there, and her pubic hair
was in damp piles, no longer a curly, springy bush but a
wet mass. I used the rough texture of the washcloth to
give a little wet friction between her pussy lips, and
on her clit. She sighed softly, eyes closed. I foamed a
little shaving cream into my hand, then spread it over
her pussy hair. Her eyes opened at the sudden cool
sensation.”Hold still.” I said. I began scraping away at
her pubic hair, carefully. After every few swipes, I’d
slosh the razor around in a bucket, and wipe her with
the washcloth, then add more shaving cream as necessary.
Susan spread her legs wider and wider as I did this,
possibly a subconscious invitation, offering her sex
exposed as much as she could. Soon she was hairless down
there. After the final wipe with the washcloth, I wetted
a fresh washcloth and again started the wet friction on
her now smooth pussy. This time I increased the tempo
unrelentingly, my fingers working the washcloth hard
among her folds. Her eyes were open but dilated; she was
staring up at the ceiling but not seeing anything. She
gasped, moaned, her breathing ragged. She was mumbling
some little words here and there, some English, some
Chinese. I started alternating the speed of my washcloth
strokes, three fast, then one slow. I did it like
clockwork, very mechanical. Working her pussy like I was
a Morse Code operator. Dit dit dit…dash! Dit dit
dit…dash! She found the pattern and began bucking her
hips in response. She cried out, and rhythmically came
for a few minutes. Her body spasmed, and her legs
thrashed a bit. I grabbed the bucket to make sure it
wouldn’t go over. She settled down and I got off the
bed, removing the buckets and the towels, using the last
towel to dry all around her cunt, wet with the water and
with her own moisture.
I climbed onto the bed, and kissed her forehead. She
smiled. I moved downwards, to her breasts, and took each
in turn in my mouth. Her body had a delightful, unique
scent. And taste. I slid further down, my hands each
grasped an inner thigh, and I spread her wide again. My
tongue slid across the area I had shaved, and then my
lips started making love to her lower lips. My tongue
started the same rhythm as the washcloth before, three
quick strokes, and then a long, loving lick. My hands
continued to push her legs apart, spread to a point that
had to be almost painful. But she seemed to be spreading
them herself as wide as she could. I quickly had her
moaning incoherently again, spasming with multiple
orgasms. I was wet and frigging myself with one hand. I
eventually came too. We spent a few minutes drowsing in
that postcoital bliss, a warm glow of spent sexual heat
enveloping us. We lay side by side, her breasts pressing
against mine. She played with my nipples leisurely, and
I had one finger that was toying around her clit and
smooth pussy.
I had a toy someone had given me that I hadn’t used. I
went and fetched it from the closet. It was simply a
long flexible double-ended dildo, a pseudo-flesh color
(although not anyone’s flesh color I had ever met).
Susan still was in a post-orgasmic stupor, eyes slightly
open, but unseeing. I playfully trailed the dildo across
her tummy, between her breasts, slid it between them
like someone would titty fuck her, and when she opened
her eyes to see what it was, she found this long dildo
nestled between her breasts, one knobbed business end
pointing at her face, a few inches from her mouth. She
looked a little apprehensive. I slide back on the bed,
on my knees, my head and torso bent backwards to
position my pussy forward. Without too much ceremony I
slid it into my cunt. It wasn’t too thick, but it
certainly made its presence known.
I sort of straddle-walked up the bed until the other end
of the dildo was sliding towards her. She cautiously
assumed my position…On her knees, leaning backwards.
She inserted the dildo. Even with it in both of us,
there was still a good 18 inches of it exposed between.
It was about two and a half feet long.
We began a strange waltz there on the bed, sort of a
duel, thrusting towards each other, the other thrusting
back. I leaned forward at one point and tweaked each of
her hard nipples, and then I had to fall back, it was
too strenuous trying to maintain that position. Muscles
in my legs were getting a workout they never did in the
gym, no matter what exercise equipment I used. It was
like we were doing some strange sexual version of the
Limbo, bent backwards to pass under an invisible bar. We
each grunted and moaned a bit on the alternating
thrusts. Each reaction had an equal and opposite
reaction. Here we were two nude, sexy, petite women,
Caucasian and Oriental, joined by this lewd sextoy,
invading each other. After a few minutes, trying to keep
on my haunches was too exhausting and painful, so I
leaned further back, and straightened out my legs, flat
on the bed pointing to either side of her. She continued
to kneel between my legs, bent backwards, rocking me and
her in a sexy rhythm. After a few minutes we both came.
She made the most delightful little noises in the midst
of her orgasm.
Almost immediately I got the worst charley horse I’ve
ever had in my life; the muscles on one leg seized up
hard and painfully. I cried out, and grabbed my leg.
Susan quickly saw my distress, and she instinctively
scurried towards me. Of course, we were still joined by
the implement, so that caused an even deeper
penetration. I gasped. She slid backwards and awkwardly
pulled the dildo out, first out of me, then out of
herself, each with a wet pop. She tossed it aside, wet
from both our pussies. She rubbed my spasming leg
muscles and I gritted my teeth and straightened my leg
and waited for it to pass.
We lay there, exhausted and sweaty.”Obviously I need to
do this more often, get those muscles in shape.” I
gasped.
Eventually, I recovered enough to move. I went to the
kitchen, got some wine. And some fortune cookies I had
from takeout awhile back.
“You know the Fortune Cookie game?” I asked.
“You mean the ‘— in bed’ one?”
“Yep.”
She looked at me like I was a dim bulb. “You think I
could work in a Chinese restaurant and not know the
Fortune Cookie game?” She was starting to lose that shy
bashful deservedness!
We cracked our Fortune Cookies, and lay there in bed,
reading them.
Hers read, “Simplicity and clarity should be your theme
in dress.”
Mine was “You display the wonderful traits of charm and
courtesy.”
We read both of them aloud, and then added, “in bed!”
after them, and burst out laughing.
“Wait a second, yours had a second fortune.” I peeled
the other slip of paper out of the crumbles. “A wise man
knows everything. A shrewd one, everybody.” “in bed!” we
both chimed. And giggled.
“Well, sometimes it works better than others.”
“What are you doing tonight?” I said.
“I’m free…I don’t have to work until 2pm Sunday
afternoon.”
“Well, we have a Saturday night ahead of us then. How’d
you like to go dancing?”
She dressed in that denim skirt and white blouse. I had
some soft boots that fit her. A trim little package.
I dressed up in a black leather skirt and a red silk
blouse. I decided to wear heels. I actually looked
pretty slutty, which is unusual for me, usually I have
an innocent nice girl facade.
We stood in the bathroom mirror, looking at our makeup.
We looked pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.
We got to the door. “Oh, there is one thing.” I said. I
reached up under her denim skirt, and peeled down those
pink panties. I sank to my knees and guided them off
over her boots, making her step out of each leg.
“Now you do the same to me.” I said to her. Susan looked
at me appraisingly, sank down and reached up under my
skirt. She groped around a minute, encountering only my
smooth pussy. “Oh, I forgot, I’m already not wearing
panties.” I said. She laughed. I took her panties and
threw them across the room, where they landed on the
sofa. “Let’s go!” We headed out the door into the night.