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the china girl - part 2
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The following weekend found me on the Friday afternoon train into the city. I had spoken to Mistress R on the phone earlier in the week, and she told me that my new client F was eager to meet me. Unlike my previous weekend getaways for carnal delights, I packed my wardrobe as plain and ‘normal’ as possible. Along with casual street clothes, I packed along a suit – something I never had brought along before – as Mistress R told me that F liked to go out to higher-end, classier establishments.
On arrival at the train station, I telephoned Mistress R from there to let her know I had arrived in town. She told me that I was supposed to meet F in two hours at a downtown coffee house and gave me the address.
Mistress R then gave me some basic instructions, such as to discretely check in with her on a regular basis, for safety and any unforeseen immediate concerns that may come up, during the course of the next forty-eight hours that F had arranged for my services. Mistress R said that F had me until three in the afternoon on Sunday, after which I was free to depart for home or wherever. Until then, unless F excused me or cut our time short then I was to stay with her at all times. Mistress R had previously explained to me that while I was on the clock, F would cover any of my expenses like meals and where I’d spend the night – with the assumption that it would be in the same bed as F.
After hanging up the phone, I caught a taxi to our rendez-vous location, a small coffee place located on the main floor of an office high-rise. Across the street from it was a mall, so I decided to wander around it and kill some time there browsing in stores and waiting out the next hour or so.
I was supposed to meet F at five o’clock, so around ten minutes prior I made my way back across to the coffee shop, bought a bottle of mineral water, and found a counter seat facing the window looking out. From there I could see everyone walking past the place as well as coming into it. There were some assortment of fashion and news magazines littered nearby, so I grabbed a couple and thumbed through them.
One of them soon caught my interest and I stopped paying attention to the people coming and going around me, so I was a little startled when an accented feminine voice quietly asked me from behind, ‘Excuse me, are you….?’
‘Yes, yes I am’ I responded as I turned around to face the source of the enquiry. She held out her hand to me to shake, ‘Hi, I am Miss F…’ introducing herself with her full Chinese and then English name, ‘…but everyone just calls me F.’
‘Hello, F!’ I cheerfully greeted back, as I stood up off my high seat and pulled out the one next to me out for her, inviting her to sit down next to me.
As she sat down and I returned to my seat, I made my first albeit brief examination of F. She was shorter than me by around 3 or 4 inches, although her high heels helped negate that difference. She looked like she had just stepped out of a business meeting or left work for the day – wearing a white skirt suit with a bright turquoise blouse underneath, and white nylons and white pumps. Her hair was a messy, shoulder length bob while her face was lacking for make-up, with just some pinkish lipstick or lipgloss. Her body was on the thinner side both in her hips and her bust but she was not that bad to look at. While she had 10 years extra on me, she did not show it. I wouldn’t have been able to guess her age if Mistress R hadn’t told me. I thought to myself, I could sleep with her – I had been with far less attractive women in my past. But Mistress R was correct, she did have a shy, naïve geeky manner to her.
I decided to break the ice first, by asking her how she knew R (I didn’t dare call her Mistress when talking around F) and my best at random idle chit-chat. She asked similar stuff to me in return. I actually felt more nervous than I had anticipated, because I was thinking over in my mind how this awkward woman would transform into a weekend of sex. I wondered what she must be thinking, was she sizing and trying to gauge and figure me out, like I was at this moment?
Thankfully we managed to maintain conversation between us, because I did dread what if we just stopped talking and starred at each other, wondering what next? Under any other circumstance she was not someone that I would find myself in a social setting or conversing with. We seemed to be from different worlds and would not have crossed paths in many number of ways.
She noticed the magazines I had been looking at, which had been pushed off in front of me on her arrival, and she grabbed one of the fashion ones. ‘Oh look at all the so pretty women in them’ she remarked, as she began to turn the pages slowly, saddling up closer to me so I could see too. Her voice was soft, calm and even in tone, heavily accented in her pronunciation but otherwise she spoke perfect English.
She then started asking me, ‘What do you think about this one? Do you find her pretty? What kind of women do you like?’ and other enquiries along those lines.
Up until this point, all the women she asked about were European. But then she then turned to a page with some black and Asian women on them. ‘Do you like African women, what about Asian women?’ to which I replied with a blanket, ‘I like all types of women’. She then turned and looked at me, into my eyes, ‘So, you like Chinese women, correct?’
I replied, ‘Yes I do, but I have never been with any Chinese women, I don’t really know many and I haven’t been out with any – in fact, you would be the first I think’.
‘Do you like me?’ – ‘I think so, we’ve only been here for an half an hour or so, but you seem nice’.
I then decided to throw the questioning back at her, to see what her responses would be. ‘What about you, what kind of men do you like? You ever dated any Europeans?’
Her face then had a dejected look come over it. ‘I mostly date Chinese men it seems but I have not had much success. Yes I have had some white boyfriends, but actually haven’t dated really anyone for a long time.’
I had felt sorry for her when Mistress R had first described her friend, and I felt sorry for F now hearing her own words of dejection and rejection. I decided to voice, in a veiled manner, the whole reason for our rendez-vous.
‘How long since?’ I asked her. ‘How long, oh I don’t know I have gone out for dinner here and there but I think my last boyfriend was three years ago, I have sort of forgotten how long it has been.’
I then re-asked the same question, but changing the tone of my voice to imply a much different meaning. ‘No, I mean, how long since?’ as I looked her up and down with a glance that implied intimacy. She seemed embarrassed. ‘How long, you mean since I slept with someone? Same, yes, three years.’
‘Three years,’ I said to her, ‘is much too long to go with none of that. Let’s go about changing that this weekend. Would you like that, Miss F?’
F thought for a moment before a smile came across her face, ‘Yes, I would like that very much’.
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Miss F had made reservations for us to go out for dinner that evening, as well as stay over at one of the fancy money hotels. After leaving the coffee house, we walked to the parking lot where her BMW sedan was parked, for the short four-block drive to the hotel she had booked us into. She had already checked us in earlier and dropped off her weekend luggage, so as soon as we had parked her car, we took the elevator from the underground parking lot straight up to her room in the seventh or eighth floor. I soon quickly noticed the staff and most of the hotel guests were Asian, from their language it sounded mostly Mandarin.
The women who worked the front areas were all wearing green, short cheongsam dresses. As we walked by them in the hallways, Miss F noticed my eyes distracted by them, and she asked, ‘do you find them pretty?’ Early into our encounter I had concluded that F had a chronic inferiority complex about herself when it came to other women. I replied back to her, ‘I find their dresses are pretty, but when it comes to women my attraction is directed towards those I am with or may end up with,’ trying to imply and calm her that I meant I was more interested in F than them. Which was the truth. I honestly looked forward to bedding F when that time happened, but I also looked forward to making a sad soul a little less sad. I decided I’d speed that up at first opportunity.
She unlocked the door to our room. It was well lit bright from outside light, and had white plastered walls with some dark Asian-style oiled-wood finishing throughout. There was a lounge area and an open kitchen facing the outside windows, and the bedroom situated right near the entrance. The bedroom was surprisingly small compared to the rest of the room layout, but unusually cozy. The bedroom would force her and I to be close a lot, not just when in bed but also when dressing.
I unpacked my suit to hang up as well as the rest of my suitcase where I could find room in the bedroom, before I went out into the main area to examine the fridge for the liquor situation. Miss F was sitting on one of the couches, seemingly a little lost out of place, sometimes looking out the window at the city scene and sometimes back at me, perhaps wondering what all would happen next. Without asking her if she wanted something, I made two rum and cokes on the rocks and plonked one down in front of her. She smiled and cautiously sipped from it.
‘So, Miss F…’ (I had already taken to calling her Miss as a term of endearment, and I would often use that moving forward with her in our engagements) ‘… what time is dinner scheduled for?’
She looked at her watch, confirming ‘at nine o’clock, at the restaurant here on the rooftop’ – it was just a few minutes past seven by now.
‘Okay then, a late dinner gives us two hours…’
I walked over to where she was sitting, and asked her to ‘stand up!’ and took both of her hands in mine. We faced each other from about a foot away. I could now smell her perfume, it was the strong scent of Alfred Sung. I knew it well, because I had actually worn in on occasions when I was in my feminine moods.
‘I like your perfume!’ – she smiled back. ‘You do?’ saying it as if it were a relief. She was quivering – nervous as if anticipating what she wanted and when that would come.
‘Do you want to kiss?’ I asked her. She didn’t answer as she looked into my eyes and moved her lips up to mine.
As we kissed, my hands found their way around to her backside and I pushed her ass to bring her close up to my body. ‘Are you okay?’ I asked, to which she just nodded affirmatively as she returned her lips to mine and her arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel myself getting hard, so I pulled her close to me so she could feel my bulge.
I could tell she felt it too, and from the increase in her breathing, she was getting aroused as well. She then shocked me by sliding her right hand down to my groin area so she could feel me. ‘Do you like that?’ I asked, and she just nodded and continued to kiss me. ‘Do you want that now?
Miss F stepped back and nodded affirmative again. She then asked, ‘where do you want me?’
I looked around the room and the decided, ‘how about you go into the bedroom, get undressed, turn off the lights, and crawl into bed. When you are ready, I’ll come in and join you.’ – ‘Okay,’ said F, then turning around and walk to the bedroom door, pausing to look back at me, before she went inside.
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Posted on : Jan 18, 2022
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