2 comments/ 14814 views/ 5 favorites Mixed Girl with Asian Man By: DerangedMisfit It all started on my night out with one of my best guy friends. He was invited to a little party with a couple of men from work, and I had the honor of accompanying him. Joy. I was, and am not one to get nervous in big crowds, but I had the impression that everyone there would be stuck up, snobby, and not to fun to be around, and that was never a thing to get me to excited. I bit my lip, and got ready. After the rituals that everyone goes through, brushing my teeth, bathing, doing my hair, (not necessarily in that order), I glance at myself in the mirror, seeing the same annoying things I always did, my nose which seemed to big, my hair which was now to short, my heart shaped lips, my wet brown skin, my short stature, all of which never had gotten my self praise, but by then, I was all to accustomed to my looks, and never second doubted them. Sliding into a little red dress, it hugged my curves, and being 4'10 never helped, but this dress was just short enough to show off the masculinity of my legs and the roundness of my ass. Smiling to myself, I slid on a pair of short black Peter Pan like boots, and black bracelets, and I was ready to go. "Hey, De, looking good." Henry, my old, had given me one of those toothy grins I loved so much, and I couldn't help but smile back as I slid into his 1996 white and gold Lexus. The leather seats felt good in the hot July night air, and I leaned back, pressing my back against the seat as I put on my seat belt. "You're not looking to bad yourself." I looked over at him with his dark wavy shoulder length hair, and his green eyes. His creamy white skin did wonders against the black suit he was wearing, and he truly looked amazing. He pulled off and we talked animatedly all the way to the party, and I was shocked to see how beautiful the house was. "Wow, someones done good in life." As we stepped out of the car, he linked arms with me and we walked inside of the pearly white mansion like home, and I was amazed at how simple and beautiful the house was. Henry worked at a Publishing office, always attending things like this when one of the clients released a new book, weather it was good, or not. "Here we go." He leaned down and whispered into my ear, and I let out a small laugh, he stood 6'2, and you could only imagine how I looked standing next to him. I was anything but stunning in my opinion, but he was a striking man. People began greeting him as soon as he walked into the main hall, and the house was even bigger then I thought. "Go, go." I unlinked my arm and shooed him away as I disappeared into the crowd, which was not a difficult task, and discovered the snack and beverage table without a problem. I quickly grabbed a cup of punch, and gulped it down. Thank God this thing is by the wall... I watched as men and women glided past me without a second look, there were absolutely more people then I had imagined, and everyone looked so busy. Which made me feel even worse. I crossed one arm over my stomach, while the other grabbed cup after cup of punch, and I looked at all the things around the room until a chill ran up my spine and my eyes suddenly shot towards the floor as if I had all my attention on this one tan and green tile. "Ah! I'm so so sorry!" A very tall and slender women bumped into me, spilling her wine and my punch all over the front of my dress, and I did what I do best, laughed it off. "Oh no, it's no problem, really." Taking the napkins from her hand, I ignored the crowd of people whom just saw the little ordeal, and went out the back into a very spectacular rose garden, and walked over to the fountain in the middle. Not only did I feel more refreshed, but I no longer felt that strange sensation I had while inside. Sitting down by the fountain, I glanced inside of the water that reflected the moon, and watched as the little fish inside swam around. "You took that well. A smooth husky voice rang in my ear and I sat up straighter, looking into the eyes of one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. "Better then anyone I've ever seen get Wine and punch, over such a lovely dress." He had pale white skin, his eyes were light brown, slanted, his hair was tied back into a loose ponytail, which flowed down his back, it seemed to graze the top off his butt. And one could plainly see how toned his body was under the dark blue suit he was wearing. I had the sudden urge to reach up and run my hands across his every inch of his body, and then some. "Well, yeah, I guess I did." I mentally slapped myself, here was a perfectly handsome polite man, and that was all I could think of. "At least she said sorry." I shrugged it off with a smile and turned to look up at him smiling back, I would have melted into the water if my arms hadn't been holding me up. My heart skipped a beat as he sat down next to me about three feet away, to far in my opinion. When I looked over, he was hunched over, with his elbows resting on his knees, and I couldn't help starring at how the veins in his hand bulged out more as he clenched his hands together, and I couldn't resist the thought of them holding onto my waist. "My name's, Ken Hiroshi. Ken, short for Kenji." He looked over at me flashing that same irresistible smile. "Deana Felisarta Johnson, nice to meet you. Deana, short for something else, but I just pretend my first name doesn't exist. Two last names." We both shared a laugh and began talking, I found three amazing things about him; One: He was the Author that they were holding the little party for, and his writing actually seemed to interest me. Two: He had a great sense of humor, and loved sports Three: He had no girlfriend Perfect. People came out to say good night, and I didn't even notice that we were sitting closer then we were before, only when our hands brushed did it hit me. "Eleven o'clock, and there's still a herd of people here." That was an understatement, a lot of people were still there. "Lets go for a walk, I can show you around my garden." He seemed proud and flashed a crooked smile that made me want him more then before. I agreed with a nod, and we set off through a metal fence in his back yard, were it seemed untouched by the commotion of the bustling house. "Amazing..." I softly commented as we walked in, Red and white roses aligned down a path, bringing more light to the dim garden, and other flowers unknown to me were scattered everywhere, but in a sense that they fitted right in. "I know." His warm breath brushed past my ear and I felt my body tighten and my heart began to thump in my ears. I only hoped my lust was unnoticeable. He walked in front of me now, and lead the way down the narrow path to a bench sitting under an old willow tree, which I thought was very nice, and we sat next to each other, and now, I was all to aware of his presence, and how much it intimidated me. "Your house never ceases to amaze me, Kenji." I loved the sound of his full name rolling off of my tongue and sat back, taking in my surroundings to busy my self. "Compliment?" I laughed softly and nodded my head, trying not to disturb the unseen peace of the garden. "Good." I relaxed after awhile, letting my wild fantasies go finally, and felt as if we had already become fast friends. We both hated the busy life of boring parties, and pretending to know everyone who happened to know you. And we laughed about so much, that neither of us felt awkward around the other. We shoved, made fun, and told embarrassing little secrets, both past and present. Letting out a slight yawn, I slipped off my bracelets and began feeling the chill of the night air, and we noticed that almost two hours had slipped by, but the house still sounded pretty lively. After a brief silence, I felt the slight drop of his jacket on my shoulders, and I thanked by blowing a playful kiss and winked. I slid my arms through, which hardly worked seeing as he was Henry's height, if not taller, and I felt like a little girl, and he laughed at me as I covered my eyes while putting my arms above my head and leaning back, feeling how tired I was as well. With my head tilted slightly in his direction, I opened one of my eyes, peeking through a gap in my arms, and saw he was staring in my direction, and I noticed my dress was a bit revealing in the breast area. Having only a 34B, I never thought they were that great. They are round, firm, and quiet perky, and the dress showed just how 'round', they were. I closed my eyes again, knowing, or thinking rather, that he was looking at something else. I think my jacket looks better on you then it does on my." Something about his voice seemed different. It was lower, huskier even. "Bull shit! You could make a leaf look good." I moved my arms back to my sides and quickly stood up, my playful mood was kicking in, and I couldn't help myself as I took off his jacket and flung it in his face, while standing up and moving a safe distance from him. "I look better without it." I twirled around and saw he was a bit baffled, and he looked serious as he stood up and I felt a tinge of fear, before he ran after me, breaking into a quick sprint. I squealed and took off as well, not realizing how fast he was, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lightly put me on the ground, pinning me in place. "You win, you win!" I screamed, both of us now laughing uncontrollably. His hands held either of my wrist, while one of his legs where in between mine, and one on the side. As we got a old of ourselves, we both began to realize what a position we were in, but to my amazement, neither of us moved. My breast were pressed against his hard chest, and I could feel myself getting wetter, just as I felt the hardness and his pants begin to get more evident. We stared at each other, and I began examining his lips, perfect skin, his silky hair that was now hanging over his one shoulder, and his eyes. Lord knows how much I yearned to kiss those lips, but he advanced first, teasing me by lightly grazing mine, and I closed my eyes, savoring every moment until our lips met fully, and I was engulfed in total pleasure, by just one kiss. My back arched and my hands tightened into fist. At first it was slow and sensual, then racy and passionate, to a little bit of both. This man was driving me over the edge, and he knew it. Mixed Girl with Asian Man Ch. 02 "I'm cold..." I finally managed to say. Even though he was anything and everything any women would want, I didn't know a thing about him. He was handsome, yes, funny, yes, a gentleman, from what I gathered, yes, but I didn't know who he was, and as lame as it sounds, I wasn't one to just want some one night stand with some hot piece of meat. I was breathless, and so was he as he looked me in the eyes, our chest touching as both of us worked for air. "I see. Even though it was getting chilly, he could see how uncomfortable I began getting, and got up from on top of me, part of me was glad, but a big part felt like it had died. "Would you like to go inside?" Nodding quickly, he helped me up and smiled. As we walked back, neither of us said a thing, sexual tension still hung strong in the air, and neither of us wanted to tempt anything, or me any way. As we walked back up to his handsome house, there was only a handful of people still lingering around. I quickly caught a glimpse of Henry whom looked tired and utterly bored. "Hey, De... Kenji." At first it sounded more like a question, but he smiled none the less. "I see you met the man of the hour, so are you ready to go?" I hesitated for a moment, and then Kenji bumped in. "I'll take her home, I was going to show her around the Garden, she said she couldn't wait to see it." "Really?" Henry was a bit shocked at first, and then shook his head. "Is that alright?" Kenji asked, his voice sounding a bit disappointed, I couldn't even bring myself to turn around to look at him. "Ye-yeah, sure. Hey, De, I'll call you as soon as I get home, and you do the same, okay?" "Promise." I gave him a hug, and we stood there for a moment before giving the regular kiss on the cheek, and he left. Turning to Kenji, I didn't even get to talk before he stepped closer to me and began explaining. "Well, why not? We could spend a bit more time together, and we won't even do anything if you don't want to, I swear." As soon as he smiled at me, I couldn't help but smile back. As the last group of people left, I sat on the balcony while he walked out the last guest. When he came back, my eyes were closed, and I was half asleep, not even noticing that he had sat next to me until his hand grazed my right cheek, the warmth from his hand caused me to jump. "Hey." Smiling over at him, he pulled me closer by wrapping his arm around my waist, and giving me a slight tug. "What is it, 2:3o, 3:oo o'clock?" He nodded his head and pulled the little band from around his hair, releasing it's full length and beauty, I was in total awe as it's silky smoothness grazed my shoulders. Making me want to stay even closer to him. "Lets go inside." He finally said after a few minutes, and lead me inside by my hand. It was surprisingly clean, besides all of the empty food platters and long tables that still sat in the main hall and dinning room. He lead me downstairs and cut the lights on low. We sat down on an amazingly comfy black couch, and my toes curled up on the light brown carpet as I waited for him. When he came back, his suit jacket was off, and his shirts top three buttons undone. His smooth skin called to me, and I knew all I wanted to do was touch him. He handed me a bottled water, while he sat on the other side of the couch, gazing out at nothing. Having a silence hanging over us made it a bit weird for me, but I just wanted to be near him. I watched him, his long legs, his beautiful hair cascading down his shoulders, laying over his chest and his wonderful eyes just glimmering in the light. Before I could look away, he turned to me, and caught me staring at him. "Is there something on my face?" His low sensual voice called to me, turning away quickly, I laughed softly. "No." Moving over to me, he placed his strong hand on the back of my neck, pulling my face towards his until our lips met. What ever will I had completely flew out of the window, and everything I had felt before meant nothing now. Taking the water bottle out of my hand, he let it drop behind the couch and pushed me on my back while holding my hands above my head by my wrist. He ran his other hand down my arm, then my side, and let it rest on my hip. While the other worked it's way down to my breast, and kneaded them under under his strong powerful hand. Without letting me even moan in pleasure as his kisses became more forced, more hungry. My hands that were now free took their time unbuttoning his shirt, and then slid down his torso, my nails running across his now slightly wet wet skin. Pushing back his hair with my other, I ran it along the back of his neck. Everything was happening slower then it ever had while I was doing something like this, but I loved it. I kissed him passionately, after what seemed like hours of kissing and touching, I finally reached down, undoing his pants, slowly bringing down the zipper, and running my hand along his lower stomach, grazing his member only a few times, teasing him, only to make him seem more frantic. Finally, I took his hardened cock in my hand, surprised by not only the thickness, but the length as well. "Ah-" A low grunt came from his soft luscious lips, and I kept going as he placed his head in the crook of my neck, Kenji's breathing becoming even more frantic. He began panting as I began going in circles around the head of his cock, slowly running it up and down as I listened to him groan and jerk from right under my hand. Suddenly he grabbed my hand and slowly caught his breath. "Come with me..." He whispered, almost sounding like he had run ten miles in three hours. As he rose from the couch, his long hair hanging over his face, his pants undone and only being held in place by his hard bulged, his shirt falling over his left shoulder, he reached his hand out, and I took it. Kenji leaned down and our lips met for only a fraction of a second before he quickly pulled away and lead me quickly back up the stairs, and then up the second sat of stairs leading to the top floor of his home. We walked through a door painted black, with a gold doorknob that contrasted with it so much, we entered, and I was speechless by the neatness and decor in his room. From the silky Japanese styled bed sheets, to the paintings of Samurai and Geisha that hung from the walls. "Even your room is amazing." Taking me into his arms, Kenji unzipped the back of my dress and slid it off, his eyes were on mine as he stood tall in front of me, my dress making a small rustling sound as it hit the floor. "You are the one who seems amazing... and not just for these reasons, I assure you." "I'm sure." I placed my index finger on his lips, preventing him from saying anything further and stood on the tips of my toes to lightly kissing him. When his hands rested on the bare skin of my hips, I pulled away, just enough so our lips were still touching. "Deana," He said lightly before I wrapped my arms around his neck and once again, took his lips. I felt his warm hands slide down to my thong panties, and he released himself from my grip, sliding them to the floor along with my dress. He came back up, examining me slowly as he did, kissing my naval before scooping me up, my legs wrapped around his hips almost automatically and my arms did the same thing, but around his neck. He placed me lightly on the comfy sheets, and we were on our way to an amazing night.