3 comments/ 9667 views/ 9 favorites Taipei Tryst Pt. 01 By: the_jade_scholar The heavy silver security gate swung back to reveal the open street. It did not reveal the beginnings of a bright and sunny day. The time was ten minutes to eight in the morning but the impenetrable grey hanging from the sky gave no impression of that time, rather that everyone had awaken to dusk. This was not unusual for an especially cool Taipei morning, on some days it could enhance your feeling of excitement and adventure, on other days it would depress all feeling. As he stepped out onto the narrow lane, out of the dark cloistered confines of his apartment complex, he surveyed the sky with wide eyes whilst controlling the weight of the security door behind him to close it with a gentle click, rather than the wall-shaking slam that might otherwise occur if he didn't. The clouds were indeed heavy, black in parts. In assurance he dangled his trusty compact umbrella on his slender wrist by the thin cord on the bottom of the handle, like jingling a bell on a bangle. However what was unusual that morning was how strong the gust of wind was that kicked it up from his wrist and caused it to slap into his palm. His long flowing black hair breezed and flapped about his face as he squinted his eyes amidst the gale. Even from right outside his apartment gate, peering down the lane, the fruit shop could be sighted. He turned right from his apartment gate and wistfully strolled the one minute length of Lane 16 Taishun Jie (Street) towards it. Lane 16 was a typical narrow Taipei back street where one car would struggle to squeeze through. It was caved in on both sides by tightly packed mid-rise apartment buildings embellished with the greenery of well-watered pot plants on balconies and on the edge of the road, as well as the odd overgrown native Asian tree which had sprawled up over the confines of its own enclosure. The end of the lane was intersected by the main Taishun Jie, where now two cars could struggle to squeeze through. On the other side of the street on the corner was the Taishun Fresh Fruit Shop. On a normal day it would have been an exceptional hub of early morning activity, whereas the surrounding food stores and carts that lined Taishun Jie would still be shuttered for hours. Beneath its jungle green canvas awnings overhanging the bright green and white signs with its name, 阿姨 Ah-Yi's (middle aged women) would be busily sifting through the available produce, while a couple of whiskered deliverymen heaved boxes of fresh fruit into the stands. But this time as he approached Taishun Jie he saw that it was as shuttered up as everywhere else. He stepped out of the lane way and crossed Taishun Jie to take a closer look at the closed fruit shop. The dull, moisture-worn metal shutter door right before his eyes gave no clues as to why there was no business today. He glanced quickly about the outside of the shop, no one was about, it looked like there would be nothing happening. He exhaled an irritated huff whilst in a lumbering motion he wheeled his body around to the left like a clown on stilts and rolled his head. But before he had completed his awkward turn his heart skipped a beat and his body almost tripped over itself - he glimpsed her, it was her, her figure was unmistakeable in this part of the world. Her gait was both elegant and athletic as she approached down Taishun Jie, from the direction of Heping Dong Lu (Road) - the major traffic road about fifty metres away. The one he only knew as the beautiful black girl. * "Is it.. him? Oh my, yes it is. Should I stop? No, he'll just see me stop in the middle of the road staring at him. Keep moving. Is this my chance to talk to him? He's right outside the fruit shop. He must want to buy fruit. So do I. I'll talk to him about fruit? No stupid! Just keep walking until you reach him and hope he recognises you!" Angie's mind raced with her personal dilemma the same way her heart did as she caught sight of her crush, the one she only knew as the beautiful Asian boy. This seemingly divine opportunity actually felt like a hellish trial because of how unprepared she was, and how unexpected it was for her chance to come on this morning's quest to buy fruit. She knew him from the Chinese language school for foreigners that they both studied at - one of the most renowned and attached to one of Taiwan's best universities. The first time she had laid eyes upon him was five weeks ago as she stood outside of her classroom and peered down the hallway. She had sighted him in a pose with his arms crossed, his back leant against the wall next to his classroom door, one leg slightly raised with knee bent and the sole of his foot pressed against the wall behind him, his head slightly bowed and his distinctive oriental features painted in an expression of contemplation. She was captivated. She studied that first sight of him, like a photograph flashed into her memory, every detail. He looked rather young, in his very early twenties but just as likely even in his mid-twenties like her, with Asians she knew to still expect surprises as to their true ages. With her relatively limited exposure to Asian people and society at that time, her first impression was that he was Japanese, or even Korean. His eyes and his hair were his most distinctive features. Singularly, they were the type she found most alluring, put together, they were irresistible. His eyes were of the classical almond shape exclusive to East-Asians. Not quite thin slits, they retained a semblance of roundness to them which slanted so slightly upwards at the outer. The combination of such a shape and angle was typical to the Chinese and described as 鳳眼 fengyan (Phoenix eyes). The round shape of the middle trailed off sharply into each corner, analogous to the finishing of an ink stroke in Chinese calligraphy. This matched perfectly with the dark brown hue of his pupils and relatively long eyelashes to give him the most fetching Chinese eyes. His eyebrows further complemented them, they were both distinctive and masculine, with the slightest hook towards the outside as if tracing the sharpness of the eyes below, yet at the same time delicately shaped and perhaps flawless, such that one might not notice them at all because they blended in so perfectly with his eyes and face as a whole. His nose was shapely, of the type exhibited more by Northern Chinese - straight and more sharpish, delicate and perhaps somewhat feminine. His cheeks and jaw muscles were slightly more prominent than usual however, which gave his face a softer and generally rounder look than might otherwise be suggested by the sharpness of his other facial features. This also contributed to him having rather fuller lips than other East-Asians, with the top lip coming to a fleshy point at the centre and which perked slightly upwards when closed together, forming indentations that weren't quite dimples at the corner of his lips where they met his cheeks. But to just about all people, his hair was the most striking thing about his appearance. What may have been considered normal, and even expected in Imperial China more than five hundred years ago was anything but normal now, even in Taiwan. He had left it long, totally uncut. The front and part of the sides to just behind his ear was pulled up and tied into a prominent and neat 髮髻 faji (bun / topknot) about an inch back from the very centre of the top of his head, whilst he usually left the back long which draped almost halfway down his back. A long, handsome strip of red cloth about two inches in width was tied around the bottom of the faji so that two lengths fell down to his shoulders as easily as hair. The clothes he wore seemed to be custom designed and made to emulate the form of 漢服 hanfu (Chinese robes). Just not quite as large or impractical, and in separate pieces. She loved his style, like he was someone who truly evolved from Ancient China into the present and thus could carry the delicate balance of modernity and tradition. He wasn't a big guy at five-feet-six where she was slightly taller at five-feet-eight, but the way he carried himself, his style and dress sense, and his perfectly proportioned body meant that it seemed of no consequence, or at least in her eyes it wasn't to his detriment. In fact, in the few brief moments when they had passed each other in the cramped hallway of their class floor, his height gave her a particularly intimate perspective which she thoroughly appreciated. Their bodies and eyes were just about on the same level for him to seem approachable, while him being slightly shorter gave her the urge to engulf his fine figure in her arms and devour him as he gently brushed past her. But if only she could. * He felt like such an idiot. Here she was, the girl of his dreams walking towards him with no one else around and he had lost his balance and almost fallen onto the road at the mere sight of her. His heart was pounding, his body felt overly warm and his face felt swollen and hot despite the fresh Autumn morning temperature and constant wind that seemed to become more and more forceful. He only hoped that the awful clumsiness which he felt was not so obvious to her and that she hadn't linked it with her appearance in front of him. "妳好 Ni hao (Hello)." He managed to stammer, having quickly composed himself. "你好 Ni hao." Her reply was brisk. She stopped in front of him, a friendly smile on her face, a hint of a sparkle in her amber eyes? His heart thudded, he hastily swallowed, almost like a hiccup. Another embarrassing betrayal of his body which he hoped she didn't notice. She hadn't just walked right past him to get on with her business like he had half expected, she was standing there right in front of him because she actually recognised him enough to have an amiable chat! Was this the chance he never thought he would have to finally become friends with her? * Though they were never in any classes together, their classrooms were on the same floor of the university building. They were able to catch glimpses of each other now and again in the square passage hallway which they shared. In fact, if they ever left their classrooms during class they would always find themselves drawn to walk past each others classroom to steal a look inside at their secret crush. Because of their incredibly strong attraction to each other, this rebounded onto each an equally strong self-consciousness and insecurity. She had observed that he was in the 華僑 hua-chiao (Overseas Chinese) class and always surrounded by his ABC (American Born Chinese) or other foreign Chinese classmates who seemed to have their own little clique going, which she in no way dared to intrude upon. On top of this, his Chinese proficiency was much more advanced than hers which made her feel that she was not on the same communicable level as him, and he would think her dumb if she tried to talk to him. The beauty that he saw, he figured every other guy would too, and thus he had no chance. She looked to be the absolute pinnacle of womanly hotness - tall, with rich black skin and a firm athletic body with naturally short brown-black hair that accentuated her curves in all the right places. Her breasts and buttocks were full yet taut, her limbs and torso not overly thick but still with a healthy volume and muscle tone. The clothes she wore were of casual or sporty attire and very colourful. She was a practical girl who put comfort first, but she would have looked good in anything. He considered her to be a sensible girl in keeping her hair short and wearing lighter more comfortable clothing in the testing hot and humid Taiwan climate. In the same situations his hair would often stick to his skin and his sweat would dampen his clothes. And there was also no denying that he thoroughly appreciated the secondary effect of such clothes revealing a tantalising peek at her ebony skin and sublime body. She possessed a pretty face with sumptuous lips and a defined and attractive bone structure about her chin and jaw. Her eyes were supremely expressive and could sometimes appear very ordinary, and on rare occasions even small, to only flash large and round at the whim of her emotions with captivating earthy amber pupils. He knew that she was American, unlike himself, but hazarded that she had some more recently arrived African migrant ancestry, perhaps a parent or grandparent who had married into the local African-American community. He had no evidence of this, only naively surmising from the darker, richer, cocoa skin that she had that he found so attractive, which strangely enough, despite its blackness seemed to shine in any light as if polished, so smooth it was. Mostly when he had seen her she was standing around with other foreigners appearing to be animatedly chatting with them, mostly white or other European girls and big, obnoxious white guys. He wasn't sure if they were only from her class or if she had made new acquaintances, he hadn't paid enough attention to them. But apart from brief elementary conversation with some tiny Japanese girls who also may or may not be in her class, it didn't look like she had much to do with Asians, especially Asian guys. Although, he didn't mind her being distracted and talking to her own group so much as it allowed him to just look at her and 觀賞 guanshang (enjoyment / appreciation of looking), but he would shyly turn away if her focus happened to shift in his direction. What he didn't know however, was that she would be doing the exact same thing while he was momentarily distracted talking to his own classmates in the hallway. And thus for five weeks, their only previous acquaintance with each other was so. * As it was still early into the semester and their enthusiasm for learning Chinese had not yet waned, the two diligent students sputtered their conversation to life in very basic Mandarin. Even though each had English as their native language, they would feel guilty taking the easy way out. "You study at the Chinese centre." It was the safest entrance he could make. "Yes. I know you from there." She felt both gratified and relieved that he actually recognised her, but if he didn't then he would have to have been blind or just a pompous jerk. He bashfully averted her gaze as he turned his head to the right and inspected the rust-dotted shutter door up and down. "I wanted to buy fruit this morning, but it's closed." He said with an exaggerated frown. "Really? I also wanted to buy fruit! But why is it closed?" Almost immediately a howling gale caught them both by surprise, his sleeves flapped around and felt like they were inflating and almost floating him off his feet. With her hair so short and face exposed she shrivelled up her face as it was uncomfortably buffeted by the air. Through her narrow vision in front of her she could see fans of his long black hair blowing all about his pretty face which she found startlingly exciting. "颱風! Taifeng! (The typhoon!)" They both exclaimed. Repeated warnings at the school and public notices seemed to have escaped their attention until now, with it beginning to bear down upon them. And as if on cue, just as suddenly the accompanying downpour began. The noise of the sheer mass of water was so disorientating that they noticed it more than the feeling of the equivalent of several buckets of water being doused over them. He scrambled to open his little pop-up umbrella around his wrist whilst her hand frantically delved into her carry bag to search for her own. "Oh no!" Why forget it at a time like this?! Seeing her obvious distress at her bag coming up empty for any umbrella, he waved his around in front of her just before pressing the open-release button. "I have an umbrella!" He yelled above the crashing sound of the downpour. In a robotic process the squat maroon umbrella extended forward like a punch before its thin spidery metal stretchers spread and held the cover over them, giving them all of two seconds of respite from the spray before it was violently snapped backwards on itself by the powerful wind and ripped right off the shaft. "Fuck!" He swore as he helplessly watched the top of his umbrella bounding down Taishun Jie and disappear from view before he yanked what was left of it off his wrist and threw it down on the flooded road. "Sorry!" He turned back to her, feeling that he had let her down, blowing a chance to be her saviour. Instead of any distress, what he saw on her face was a quivering smile breaking into uncontrolled laughter. "Sorry." She managed back, in between chuckles. He responded to her warmly with his own laughter, but his mind quickly shifted to matters at hand as he really did want to get out of this rain! In emergency situations such as this he figured it was entirely justifiable to drop the Chinese act and speak in English so that she could understand him enough to get out of this typhoon. "My place is just up there!" He motioned frantically over to Lane 16 from which he had just come. "We can run back now and stay in the lobby until it settles down if you want!" "Okay!" She nodded emphatically, the rain splashing down her hair and face like watery beads. "Okay! Follow me!" He turned to glance at her only once to say this before darting up the lane like a sprite, his speed and running motion incredibly swift and so light that he hardly made a splash that was distinguishable from the wider torrent. She hurried off after him with more of a splash, but it didn't matter, she was already drenched. She was surprised at how close the place actually was, such that she almost kept running past him when he stopped to open the gate. The key to the security gate was annoyingly slippery as he fiddled to align it with the keyhole. By the time she had caught up to him she heard the click of the lock before he shoulder-barged the thick steel door open. They both rushed inside to the shelter of the outdoor lobby - a sort of patio between the foyer and security gate, with a flat roof that extended out from the main building to the wall which housed the security gate. There were several bicycles parked in racks just outside the foyer door, and also a large tropical tree with evergreen maple-like leaves planted in the corner not covered by the roof and closest to the road. Panting from the sprint and dripping sizeable puddles onto the reddish sun-coloured tiled ground wherever they stepped, they shook the excess water off their clothes and bodies as best they could. But the typhoon rain was still so strong that a fine spray of it still bounced inside between the gap of the roof and the wall. Without another word he unlocked the front door to the foyer and held it open for her, waving her inside before following. After stepping inside, Angie spent a moment to survey the foyer. She thought it quite impressive for a fellow student's apartment block. It was clean and modern with white stone floors and an unattended black polished stone front counter at the other end of the room. To her right just beside the front door was a black leather lounge and a low rectangular glass table. There was another glass door and window straight ahead which seemed to open to another outdoor space. And to her left past a small corner was a shiny lift. The only not so good thing was the particularly dim lighting provided by the weak glow of a single yellow oyster light in the centre of the ceiling which may have lost some of its luminance, or else it seemed so dim because it was just a particularly dark day. But in her time in Taiwan she had observed that low lighting seemed to be commonplace because of a strong attitude toward saving electricity. She turned her attention back to him, wanting to resume their conversation, no, their introduction, before they were caught by the storm. He was patiently standing there as if awaiting her whim, his clothes were heavy and saturated. The moist, soft Asian skin of his face looked especially luscious coated with raindrops. She resumed in her level one Chinese. "Zhe li hen hao (This place is really good)." Taipei Tryst Pt. 01 "Xie xie. Wo ye xihuan (Thank you. I also like it here." He replied in clear Chinese. "Ni jiao shenme (What is your name?" "Wo jiao An-ji (My name is An-ji). Because my English name is Angie" As is customary of new Chinese students, she rather took a shine to having a Chinese name, even if it was just a direct translation of her Western name. "Ah." He nodded in understanding. "Ni ne? (And you?)" "Wo jiao Yu-hong." He enunciated to the Chinese beginner as clearly as possible with exaggerated lip movements, forming one that even looked like a kiss. She found it both cute and sexy, but didn't give him any clue. "Can you write your name in Chinese?" "En." She nodded. She stood blankly for a moment, thinking that he wanted her to write it for him but she obviously had no pen or paper. "Uh, you can write it on there." He pointed behind her to the low glass table before briskly moving over there himself to demonstrate and painted his own name down with his wet finger on the glass. With glass for paper, water for ink and a finger for a paintbrush it definitely wasn't beautiful or clear, but it was just legible - 雨鴻 Yu Hong (Rain Swan). As her eyes followed his finger dancing lithely upon the tabletop, it caught her attention that he had the most beautiful hands she thought possible - they were of a considerable size with long fingers, delicate and almost feminine but not too thin, with the most exquisitely formed fingernails cut short and neat but with more depth than usual on a male and natural light pink half moons formed at their base. The bone structure was very defined but at the same time fleshed out enough to have a muscular masculinity about them. "Yu - Rain. Hong - Swan." He pointed out to her and translated, knowing that she was probably still unfamiliar with those characters. "Wow! Such a pretty name!" She exclaimed, thinking it so fitting for the beautiful man beside her. "I will write mine." In the same way, she used her wet finger to paint on the tabletop, the raindrops were still dripping down her wrist and hand and accelerated as she tilted it to draw. As she concentrated on writing, he leaned down close to her, his eyes half tracing her hand over the table but irresistibly pulled to her face and shoulder. Raindrops that were so clear and fresh still clung to her shimmering black skin that it impressed on him a natural purity about her. Now so close to her, he was momentarily overwhelmed by the radiating sensual heat and aroma from the pure rain vaporising off of her hot skin. He didn't want to perv, but just couldn't help noticing her thin damp clothes soaked through and sticking to her body like a colourful translucent skin, tantalisingly revealing the side of her large breast and pronounced nipple. Her movements were stilted as she still had to think about and recall in between strokes how to complete the character, which resulted in a thick and out of proportioned puddle of her Chinese name. "Dui bu qi (Sorry)." She giggled out of embarrassment at how bad it looked, even next to his. Though it was hardly legible, he could still piece it together since she had already told him the sounding of her name. It took him a few seconds before he nodded at her writing in acknowledgement - 安 an (peace) 吉 ji (lucky). "Peace, lucky. Yours is also pretty. Just like you." He turned his face towards hers, they were both surprised at the proximity which sneaked up on them as well as the intensity that each saw in the other's eyes. Angie's heart was racing irregularly at what she had just heard, as well as his beautiful face being so close and his exquisite fengyan staring intently at hers. "Kiss me! Kiss me!" She willed so loudly in her mind that she thought he might hear it. She couldn't hold onto herself any longer and slightly opened her mouth to a petite 'o' shape to move in and kiss him. Unfortunately, in his modest sense of Asian gentlemanliness he had turned away and stood up before he saw her advance, and also before he succumbed to his own romantic urges. He looked outside, the typhoon deluge was still teeming and showing no signs of abating, if anything it seemed to be getting louder and heavier. The front patio that was once their shelter was covered in a sleet of water and the rain was even reaching the glass front door and window to the foyer. "Hmmm." He hummed in awkward contemplation before looking over to Angie, who was secretly very disappointed and feeling even a little bitchy towards him. He noticed the watery mess that they had already made on the slippery white stone floor and that her clothes now had no chance of drying and would soon become very uncomfortable, as were his own. "I don't think this is going to stop any time soon. You can dry off and borrow some of my clothes if you want. I'm gonna go up," He pointed up with his finger towards the lift, "and change. My clothes are too soaked." He let out a feint laugh as he stated the obvious. She just stood there watching him walk over to the lift, unsure if he was inviting her to follow him up to his apartment or if he was expecting her to remain here in the foyer while he brought her back a change of clothes and maybe a towel. He pressed the up arrow button which lit up with a pleasant neon red. The lift doors opened immediately, accompanied with the ding noise of the alerting bell. He turned his head back towards her. "So do you wanna come up and dry and get changed or...?" "Yes! Thank you." She hurried towards him, more than glad at his definite invitation, and slightly embarrassed at her own slowness. He smiled warmly back at her and stepped aside to make room for her to enter first, after which he followed and the lift doors slid shut behind him. She saw that there were six floors, he pressed number five and they were soon in upward motion. The large clear mirror which took up the whole back wall of the lift from the waist-up made an already awkward moment even awkwarder. Individually they were already brimming with sexual tension at the presence of the other, yet critically unaware of the extreme mutual attraction. The reflection of themselves together, were of a steamy couple, their hair sodden and wet, their skin moist and supple, their clothes heavy and saturated, wrapped about their heaving bodies. It was torture for them not to look, yet looking would be equally uncomfortable, for in the brightly-lit confines of the lift with the glaring mirror, it would be impossible to hide the direction of their eyes, nor the lust behind them. They were barely able to contain themselves, trapped inside each other's personal space, their eyes were constantly shifting everywhere, their bodies fidgeting. Each felt a giddy hot flush engulf their body which made them feel as if the lift was steaming up from the abundant moisture absorbed by their person. After the longest, most palpitating twenty seconds of their life the lift shuddered to a stop, the ding of the alert bell sounded again and the doors opened, a relief to them like a deep breath of air after almost drowning. Yuhong quickly shuffled out, this time without waiting for Angie to egress first. Without a word he fidgeted in his pocket and got out his key to open the plain wooden door in front and to the left. Angie stepped out slowly, taking in her surroundings for the second time. There were two doors in front of her, Yuhong was at the left one. To the right of her body was an open passageway to the staircase where a window framed the blur of rain and black clouds. Again, the darkness of the hallway caught her attention, this time there was no light on at all as it was usually only switched on at night. Yuhong unlocked the door and pushed it open, daintily removing his soggy shoes and trying not to create any mess inside his little living space. He placed them inside a dark brown plywood cupboard just to the left of the door and took out two pairs of flimsy hotel slippers and put on one pair before walking further inside, allowing room for Angie to follow. Once inside she instinctively did the same before closing the door behind her. She was very impressed with the place - neat and modern, a very nice place for a student. But at the same time she was taken aback by how small it was, definitely a one-person pad. It was a single square shaped room with the door she had just entered in one corner. Much of the space was taken up by the tall white wooden wardrobe ahead of her against the back wall in the right hand corner, next to which in the centre of the back wall was a tiny study desk and wooden chair, and next to that in the left hand corner a single bed. It was a much brighter and welcoming place than the hallway outside, owing to the large window stretching all the way across the left side wall, which despite the wild storm outside reflected adequate light against the white painted walls and ceiling. Outside of the window was a grated covered area from where one could hang their clothes to dry or place things outside, but it would be of no use today. To her left along the front wall was the small cupboard where they had placed their shoes, next to it a stove with a cupboard above it, next to that a front-loading washing machine and then finally a television facing the foot of the bed. The floor felt very hard, comprised of a smooth and shiny cream coloured stone or tile. Directly in front of the door, where she stood, along the right side of the apartment was a corner of wall only about a metre in width, behind which was the compact rectangular bathroom. Between the bathroom door further up, in the middle of the right side, and the bed opposite it there were only about three or four square metres of open space. "Wow. Nice place." She voiced her approval while her eyes still scanned around. "Thanks." Feeling confident in his own domain, Yuhong carried on towards the wardrobe opposite them and slid open the door to reveal an abundance of jam-packed clothing on hangers. "I'm not sure what will fit you, but let's see." He ruffled about to find the most appropriate temporary garments for her. "Give these a try. Sorry, it's the best I can do." He smiled with a shrug as he tossed her the dry clothing, with which she received with an equally gracious smile. "You can get changed in there." He waved his hand over to the bathroom door and sprung over to the light switch just outside it to turn it on for her. "Thanks." She smiled and shot him a friendly look as she entered before sliding the door closed. He figured that he might as well quickly get changed too while she was in there. In a fluster he took off his top clothing with some difficulty as the damp fabric wouldn't give and stuck to his skin. With his upper body now bare to the air he realised how wet his body still was and that he had forgotten to give her a towel. But before he could even get one for himself he heard the bathroom door jolting open, sliding not so smoothly along the tracks. "Um. Sorry, but could you please give me..." She peeked her head out of the bathroom to politely ask for a towel but instead she was hit with a candid view of his half-naked body. So far he was already the ideal to her and her imagination had filled in the gaps to make him perfect, but now there he was in the flesh, more perfect and sexy than she had even imagined. His unveiled body had a defined and naturally balanced muscular form. It was clear that he did 鍛煉 duanlian (strengthening of the body) through consistent training of some sort. His pectorals were strong and bold while not overt or heavy as to draw attention away from other parts of his body, his shoulders were broad with smoothly raised trapezius muscles contrasting with the shallow valleys formed along the top of his collar bone and well proportioned neck, while his deltoids rippled. He also had brimming six-pack abdominals where the top corner of his ribs were discernible such that it blended into an eight-pack. Even though his body had a definite muscular weightiness about it, it still retained a semblance of that uniquely lithe and slim Asian physique. The skin of his torso was of a classical Chinese pale yellow colour, as if he was a being born out of the黃河 Huang He (The Yellow River). Originally already of a silky smooth texture, his rain-drenched skin looked even slipperier and glistened like yellow morning sunlight, highlighting every bump and crevice of definition across his ripped Asian body. A few tassels of his wet, jet black hair had been shaken over to the front of his body from behind, stickily draped over his firm and shapely chest and collar bone. The faji on the top of his head had absorbed much rain, with drops now steadily continuing to roll onto his face. A few shorter strands of hair in the front had come loose and had flopped down to curl above his forehead. All of this combined to give him a slightly wild and dishevelled look. She could no longer hide her attraction from him. She couldn't finish her sentence, only stare. He was startled. Was it because she had caught him changing or because he could clearly see on her face and in her eyes the hypnotic effect his body was having on her? He briskly walked up to her head still peeping out of the bathroom door, his face maintaining the same startled look. "I...I...I..." She was panicking. Breathlessly, he extended his right hand to her. She bowed her head down to shift her gaze to his open palm, bewildered she looked back up at his face. His expression softened to one of rawest vulnerability, he beckoned his hand and fingers to her once more in a gentle, sincere yet seductive motion as if rolled by an undersea current. She took his hand. She felt softness in the delicate grip meant for her, but could still sense the latent strength and power behind it that his hands and fingers possessed. With his left hand he motioned a slow, tai chi-like outward stroke against the edge of the sliding door to open it wider, revealing her whole trembling body and to make enough room to forcefully pull her out of the bathroom towards himself. This time she felt the true strength of his sinewy arm as she was jolted forward, almost colliding against his moist, half-naked body. ** You're here, almost against me. I couldn't help myself but pull you close. I know now, what I feel to you, you feel the same way. My eyes are restless, between your beautiful face or your rain-drenched sexy body, they cannot settle. I have never felt so exposed. My body feels so hot, radiating a heat which is overpowering the chill of the air that I should be feeling. My bare skin is still damp, the moisture becoming sticky by that heat between us. Your mouth, your lips look so pretty - half open, just like mine are at this moment, we can barely catch a breath. They look reddened and swelling. Ripeness? Or is it just the heat again? Your eyes are fixed on me, you won't flinch. I guide your clammy hand over to my heart. I take a deep breath in and out as your palm comes to rest over my chest. At your touch, I feel a twinge throughout the length of my body that flushes into my groin, causing my abs to clench. You can feel my heart pumping so fast against your palm, I can hear my heart beat resounding off your hand like a drum skin. You clench at my left pec, clawing into the firm muscle. I press my hand down hard against the back of yours and slide it down the length of my torso while you grasp at each and every bump of my tensed abs, your hand isn't sliding smoothly down, the heat from my skin combined with the rain moisture have caused a sticky friction. You're breathing as heavily as I just was. Your ripe, half open lips are quivering. Your eyes are wide, full of passion, and even a little intimidating. I lean forward and kiss your lower lip, subtle - half peck, half suck, I see your eyelids flutter. I trail the kiss off quickly, releasing and leaving my mouth in an 'O', it's vulnerable to attack. You need more and try aggressively for your own full mouth deep kiss on my partially opened mouth, but our lips only graze as I pull away. Your hand clenches and claws at my stomach, I feel some pain but the sweltering aura surrounding us is still paramount, eliciting a numbing effect. Your amber eyes are fiery, your expression almost furious at not being spontaneously satiated. Anji, I will appease you, you will be satiated, but not this way, not yet. Let's do it like this... I lean in again to kiss your lips in the same way, but it is a feint. I angle my neck down suddenly before reaching your lips to give you the lightest peck on the tip of your chin, before you have a chance to let know your frustration I continue those gentle peck kisses underneath your chin, one every second, all around your neck whilst at the same time my hands stroke up and down your shoulders and arms. Your once threatening grip clawing around my abs has now released, your hand relaxes and smoothly rubs all over my stomach as you elicit a pleasing sigh. I love your scent, it's strong, seductive, raw. It is enhanced by the aroma of warm tropical rain on your skin, wafting into my face like steam from a wok. It perfectly complements the sensation of your moist, slightly sticky skin on my lips, and the richness that my eyes see in your buttery black skin which I seem to already be able to taste, without the use of my tongue. My steady flow of kisses continue along a straight line on the very top of your chest which makes your body tremble. My hands now slide from your shoulders over to the tight fabric of your tank top that feels so sodden it's as if you have just come out of the pool in your swimming costume. I begin to so so slowly peel it off your body, starting with the right shoulder strap. I give you the same subtle, half peck, half suck kisses onto the luscious bare black flesh which has just been revealed, but this time I add a cheeky poke with the tip of my tongue that is over in a flash, and causes you to gasp each time. Your tank top is rolled down to just above your breasts and your shoulders are totally bare. My fingers work more delicately now to slowly fold down your top and bra together, kissing you all over your sensually large breasts as they are gradually revealed. Your raw, sexual scent emanating from your breasts is intoxicating, as if peeling the dank clothing off of them had released the essence of a potion trapped underneath and allowed to brew. Finally my fingers have pulled the stiff fabric down off your right nipple, which springs up like a budding shoot. It is so beautiful, like a large, midnight coloured grape and just as juicy firm, wonderfully framed by the dark circle of your textured areola. Both of your hands are now roaming all over my upper body - shoulders, arms, chest and back as my face hovers in front of your breasts and nipples. I pucker my lips and blow a gentle breeze all over your right nipple, you tremble and your hands squeeze my body tightly as I naughtily chill the rain moisture on your hypersensitive nipple with my air. I peck kiss your areola in circles around your nipple before extending my long, slender, pointy Asian tongue and teasingly flick at your midnight grape. Although it is already quite hard, I feel it stiffen and engorge against the tip of my tongue with each flick. I then tantalisingly kiss the tip of it lightly before engulfing it in between my lips in a deeper passionate kiss, twirling my tongue around it inside my mouth, tasting the source of your fragrance. My hands are now behind at your back and neck, my fingers lightly drumming all around. After a moment I've removed my mouth, parting your nipple with a final few flicking licks of my tongue whilst wickedly looking up at your face and seeing what almost looks like distress at my subtle sensory offering. Taipei Tryst Pt. 01 I move my head across to your left breast and nip the clothing covering your left nipple between my teeth and stretch it down. I now proceed to give it the same tender treatment, finishing with the same gratuitous eye contact. This time you look more composed when receiving the pleasure. It makes me question myself, am I doing enough? Now that I have thoroughly tasted both of your nipples I continue to roll down your tank top and bra so that your breasts are now fully exposed. I turn my neck sideways to give you the same delightful kisses all around the drooping underside of your breasts, your skin is exquisitely soft here, an untouched grove. I cup your breast with my hand and gently lift it up so that I can lick the sensitive crevice where your breasts join your stomach. I use long rhythmic licks with my tongue tip back and forth underneath both of your breasts whilst my fingers fondle your nipples in between them. The rain moisture had been trapped underneath your heavy breasts, sodden bra and tank top, and is now also mixed with some of your sweat. The taste is undiluted and womanly - sweet and sour, and sexual. The underside of your breasts have now been thoroughly lapped. I look up into your eyes again and extend my tongue out as far as I can to lick a long, slow line up your 乳溝 ru gou (breast crack / cleavage). I push my tongue flesh into you so as to make as much contact between us as possible. Does my wide open mouth display a semblance of a mischievous smile? Or do you only need to see it in my eyes? My hands return to peeling down your top clothing, revealing your stomach. I see that you have abs! Reaching down lower and lower, I have to sink to my knees to pay your body the proper attention, your hands immediately rummage through and play with my long hair and knead my shoulders. Your top two abdominal lumps are now exposed and I give each a deep and sensual kiss, brushing them with my tongue. I bite them, but not hard enough to cause any mark or indentation. I continue peeling down your clothing and kissing and biting each of your abs as they come to light, all the way down past your belly button. I look up at you again, teasing just the tip of my tongue out between my lips to poke inside your sexy button, in and out, in and out. I smother it with my lips whilst my tongue dances everywhere around it. My hands have now slid around to the middle of your back where they are stroking up and down your spine, my fingers are playing you like a flute, the soft sighs and moans you elicit are the sweetest music. My forceful tongue pushes harder into your belly button, you shudder and shriek at the surprising strength of the wet, fleshy muscle. I roll your bunched-up clothing all the way down to your pelvis, but since your sumptuous body widens at the hips I can't move it down any further. I grab the damp roll of clothing around your waist and, still on my knees, shuffle towards the bed, pulling you behind me. I tighten my grip and swing you around onto the bed. You yelp, your legs kick up as your bottom lands heavily on the mattress springs before bouncing to a rest in a splayed open position. Your head has landed spot-on on the pillow, rolling from side to side while you pant in sexual heat. I'm pleased with my aim. Together we push and pull your bundled tank top and bra down off your hips, they tear and stretch as we struggle them off your body and slide them off your legs. We throw the ruined clothing on the floor in contempt. You raise your arms, feeling free to stretch out on the bed and purr. A more relaxed, yet still highly sexual grin appears broadly on your face, as if you are over the tenseness of our initial encounter and are comfortably looking forward to all of the shortly forthcoming sexual pleasures. The bed creaks with my added weight as I push myself up onto it and crawl on all fours on top of you, magnetically pulled towards your beckoning eyes and smile. We are both equals now, for the time being. Both of us topless. With my face directly over yours we simply smile at each other warmly, you touch my face and hair and rub my neck and shoulders. I lower myself down and kiss your forehead, you close your eyes. I give you the softest, daintiest kisses that I can everywhere on your face - your eyebrows, eyelids, nose, cheeks, chin, just above your upper lip, and then on your lips. You try and kiss me back, you want this deep kiss so much, mouth to mouth, you need it now, you think the time has come. But I pull back again, just like before. Still smiling, you shoot me a knowing yet still frustrated look. I think you acknowledge now that you will let me lead? Even though you know that I will not give you everything you crave at once. I lean in to the right side of your face with pitter-patter kisses all over your ear, you giggle incessantly until I stick my wriggling tongue inside your ear and drench you, at which you moan deeply. I slide my lips down to your neck and trace the outline of the finest, threadlike necklace with the point of my tongue, all the way across to your left ear. I lick and kiss your left ear deeply, I feel you writhe and moan at the whims of my tongue. My mouth moves lower to the top of your chest, just above your breasts where my lips brush you all over, while my fingertips gently stroke your shoulders. My lips continue south to brush all over your breasts, again paying special attention to the sensitive underside. I lick your ru gou, which I also do to your totally swollen nipples, as well as kissing and suckling them. From your right nipple my lips skate across your skin to your right armpit. I give it several feint kisses, again you are giggling. I give it several lapping licks with a curled tongue, causing you to wriggle. I open my wet lips in an 'O' and cup your whole armpit with my mouth to create some suction and rapidly flick lick you there, letting you convulse for a moment. I let my mouth collapse around your armpit, giving you the same full and heavy deep kiss there which you so desired on your mouth. I suck your armpit with love while my tongue feels around for the throat that isn't there. My lips are trembling in the passionate kiss, massaging your armpit. Meanwhile my right hand is rubbing all over your body - groping at your neck, smothering all over your breasts, tweaking your nipples, and ringing circles around your belly button with each of my fingers one by one. Now that I am out of air from kissing your armpit so passionately and vigorously, I stop to catch my breath, breathing against the hickey I've given you there. I lightly brush my lips all over your chest again, gradually working my way now towards your left armpit, where I begin with gentle kisses and licks that morph into the most sensual and passionate deep kiss, my left hand fondles all over your body in the same pattern. Satisfied with the kiss, I slide my lips directly down from your armpit, down the side of your body all the way to your pelvis, and slide them all the way back up again. Extremely slowly. I retrace the same path, only now poking my tongue out slightly, giving you a consistent lick down the length of your body. I move across to skim all over your stomach with my lips, I'm making sure to cover every inch of skin. Your back arches and you gasp at the ever-present, ever-moving tingling my lips cause all over your belly. After touching every part of your stomach with my lips, they've come to a rest at your belly button where I twirl my tongue round and round and poke at it repeatedly with the tip of my tongue before engulfing it in a heavy sucking kiss. My lips break off your belly button with an audible pop and slide south again, all the way down to the top of your shorts. My lips sweep side to side along your upper pelvis, I extend my tongue a little to trace the silvery sliver of a waist chain just above your shorts. Your hands instinctively start to snatch at the sides of your shorts, you want them off so that the sensation can extend even further south, to your most sensitive nether region, and soothe the unbearable itch. Your legs thrash about desperately as you tear the shorts off, you're so impetuous that you've almost kneed and kicked me senseless. You grab at your drenched panties, your smell is so potent down there - your panties are a blended saturation of rain water warmed to body temperature, a drop of sweat, and leaking vaginal juices from your aroused and horny state. 很香 Hen hsiang (So delicious - taste and smell). Not just yet... I hold onto your hands, stopping you from removing them yourself. I soothe you by running both of my hands all over your belly and breasts in a smooth, perpetual motion. I want you to relax, let it last, let me take care of it. I tenderly kiss you all over your crotch on the surface of your panties. I feel the warm dampness of the fabric moisten my lips whilst your pelvic and vaginal muscles contract underneath and your hips buck as you fidget. With my lips pressed against you, so is my nose, and your rawest and most intimate aroma radiates through me. It is so stimulating that I almost have to turn away, but I love it so much that I am able to resist in order to revel in it more. I can really taste it now. 真的很香！Zhende hen hsiang (Really so delicious)! I slide my hands down your body to the top edge of your panties and gently peel them down bit by bit, revealing your blooming wet jungle flower. It is without a doubt the single most sexual and erotic sight in my entire life and my own body feels so aroused that my senses are bordering on the painful and my head feels dizzy. Neatly trimmed bare, your long vaginal slit brims with wetness, and even looks like it's breathing by itself. Its dark fleshy lips are slightly parted to so teasingly reveal the deep pink of your hot interior. It is prominently crowned by the most erect and swollen clit that I ever knew existed, I am so attracted by its pink to red to brown hue. And I especially love how your genitalia are framed by your shining wet ebony skin, varying in blackness in towards your slit. It is mesmerising, and like in nature, the colours are successful in attracting you a mate. The first black pussy I have ever seen. The most beautiful sight in the entire world. I carefully remove your panties all the way off down the long length of your legs and gingerly place them on the bed. I resume my crouched position with my head between your legs and you elicit a hiss in anticipation whilst your hands hold my head and stroke my hair. My face is so close to your snatch that the view is almost blurry, but I refocus and am amazed at how your 淫水 yin shui (vaginal fluids) have pooled at the slight opening like a tropical carnivorous flower's. I feel you massaging my scalp, like you are bracing yourself for what you think will come next, and you sigh deeply as you feel my head dip further. But instead, I kiss around the outside, much more slowly, eventually expanding outwards to your inner thighs. I plant the softest kisses there, your sensitive skin barely registers a touch. I know you're frustrated again, you squeeze my head and pull on my hair slightly. Your pussy sighs and breathes more heavily, your crowning clit flickers. I persist in cruelly teasing you this way, with my lips paying the softest attention around the outside of your pussy and your inner thighs without soothing your burn at the centre. For my next movement I purse my lips and extend just the sharp tip of my tongue, and tracing another thin line of 口水 kou shui (saliva), this time from your left inner thigh down to the inside of your knee. I trace the line down the inside of your thigh as slowly and carefully as I can, like an artisan at work, my head is still as can be. My mouth has reached the soft inside of your knee, I plant my tongue firmly against it and draw my lips into it, pashing it, making out with it. My exuberant sucking against your surprisingly sensitive spot causes your legs to shake. I continue kissing down the side of your calf to the inside of your ankle, I make out with it in the same way as I did your knee. My mouth swaps over to the inside of your other ankle, whereby I proceed to give your right leg the same treatment, kissing the inside of your leg all the way back up to your vagina, stopping to pay special attention to your inside knee. My face now hovers between your legs once again. Will I finally now be performing on you the oral that you so desperately desire? I shoot you a look, you are unaware, lost in your own world. Ah, there. Now you notice my eyes in your direction. Your expression is so vulnerable, pleading with me, you feel you are at my mercy now? What will I do next? Give you what you want? Here is your answer. I reach for one of the tubular Chinese pillows I have lined up on the edge of the bed next to the wall. I tap your waist and you know to let me slide it under your lower back and bottom, readily elevating your pelvis up so that your tasty orifices are at the easiest angle for my lips, tongue and mouth to access. I begin with the same light, teasing kisses all over your vagina and clit. The feather light sensation of my lips all over your most sensitive region make you restless for more and I sense your pussy quivering in hunger. Suddenly I drill into your anus ring with my sharp tongue, you yelp and groan as if possessed and buck against my face causing more of my tongue to slide against your anal entrance. I linger there like a feline lapping at the edge of a lagoon, helping you settle down in the meantime by stroking and drumming my fingers against your inner thighs until you have succumbed to the comfort. Now I press my lips on the paler stretch of skin in between your asshole and your vagina and hum my lips. I was hoping just to vibrate that small patch of flesh there but your whole body is reverberating along with it. I flick at it with my tongue like a serpent. The time has come for what we've both been waiting for. You may be surprised but I've also been wanting to do it so much as well. I've inhaled your aroma so deeply that I could taste it, but just like you I long for more and I want the undiluted pure taste of you all over my tongue. I begin by blowing a breeze all over your dripping wet pussy. I delight in gently blowing onto your big clit and watching it react like a shuddering leaf in the wind. With my tongue fully extended I lick a single long and slow stroke all the way up your vagina slit and pause at the end for your delayed reaction. I smirk wickedly at your predicament. I now continue by kissing your clit before another long and slow lick along your vagina crack, but this time deeper, my tongue pushes into your labia and curls some of your viscous nectar into my thirsty mouth. I'm already drunk, addicted. I twirl my tongue tip in a circle delicately around your clit nub, then side to side, up and down, and finish off circling around it in reverse. I make another 'O' form with my mouth and plant it firmly against your pussy and apply slight suction, allowing my tongue to roam freely inside you. I twist it round and round against your slick vaginal walls. I am tasting you right at the source of your yin shui spring. I am trying to broaden my tongue inside of you to make maximum contact, my tongue like a funnel inside of you, trickling your flowing juices into my mouth. I lap out of your slit with a single full and weighty lick that finishes by flicking at your clit. Staying there, I flatten my tongue against your glowing-red distended nub and plant my hands in a push-up position on the bed so that I can lever my body around without moving my neck, allowing my tongue to remain pressed against your nub whilst it slides back and forth and all around it. From your pampered clit I blow gently up to your belly button, and then back down. I follow that same path kissing that sexy space between your clit and belly button. As a finale I lick there extremely slowly and lightly, writing your name in Chinese. 安吉 My tongue painting your skin is better than a wet finger on glass. Now at your belly button, I tease it playfully in freestyle with my tongue tip. I relish watching it shine and moisten with my kou shui. After that distraction where my mouth had wandered away, I return to attend to your neglected, yet still dripping pussy. The pillow and bed sheets underneath are damp with your moisture and sodden by drops of your yin shui. I kiss around the outside then use two fingers of my left hand to part your slippery and bulging pussy lips with a 'V' shape, trying to spread you as wide as I can. Suddenly I plunge my tongue inside, penetrating you, I release my fingers so your labia folds around my tongue. I'm tongue-fucking your pussy while my two naughty fingers begin to fondle between your vagina and anus and my thumb rings around your asshole. My fingers now penetrate your asshole one by one, while my tongue freely continues to explore your inner depths. I stop. This could be better. I feel like I'm not able to engorge myself with as much of you as I want, as much as I should be able to. I straighten up, take hold of your hand and pull you up towards me. I take your place lying on the bed. My back sinks into the sheets underneath, they feel hot and damp against my skin - the heat and the fluids, all of it from your body. 很刺激！ Hen ci ji (So stimulating)! Come to me. You hover over me and position your crotch over my face, lowering your still breathing, still dripping pussy down. Your knees collapse and your legs come to rest at either side of my head. Yes. This is better. I lovingly rub your belly and breasts as I begin to kiss all over the surface of your vagina, I paste the pussy juice which coats my lips all over your inner thighs, teasing you again. I make out with your pussy, passionately kissing it deeply, my lips sealed against your labium. In this position your pussy and all of its syrup are simply spilling into my mouth. I love it. I continue to lick, kiss and suck you. My hands roaming and squeezing all over your upper body apply varying pressure in harmony with the fluid exertions of my mouth and tongue. When my tongue flickers against your clit my fingers dance up and down the sides of your body. Even though I am so involved in giving you oral and inebriated at your smell, and having ingested all of your juices, my own body is an aching wreck. My penis is so hard inside of my tight and damp pants that it hurts like a cramping muscle. It throbs with my elevated heartbeat and I feel it oozing much of my own 水 shui (fluid) into my underwear. My hips and abdomen are writhing like the rolling rise and fall of a wave as my body grapples with its obvious physical discomfort, which it now appears that you have noticed... ** For all of the small torments that he had bequeathed on her in this timeless moment, she finally would have her due. His body was betraying him, for such a sexual being that he is, he couldn't resist his own body forever, let alone hers. So far he had gotten the better of it, controlling her on a leash with his mouth, tongue and lips, frustrating her attempts to pull free and maul him. But now the tide would turn. Angie's voluptuous figure rocked mildly up and down as if floating on the sea that was Yuhong's rollicking body, her legs parted over his face. Her body leaned back slightly as she reached her right hand out behind her. Her fingers skimmed over his ripped abs, tracing circles around them as if playing in water, before collapsing and spreading her palm down against his firm stomach, her hand drifting out towards his groin. Was that a pathetic, muffled little whine she heard below? The oral butterfly pleasuring her between her legs had momentarily stopped fluttering, but it gave her even more pleasure to know that the see-saw of sexual power was swinging him off, in her favour. She crackled a wry smile as she aggressively thrust her pelvis and smothered her slippery pussy against his handsome face while her hand rubbed his crotch, causing him to buck and whimper. Taipei Tryst Pt. 01 She squeezed her hand inside the tight, dank and musky enclosure of his rain-soaked pants where it immediately touched upon his erect cock. God it was hard, and hot, like a rod emanating its own heat. It was also slimy as could be with its incessant discharge of oozing shui, which in its profaneness she found raw and sexual. Yuhong slurped at Angie's pussy like a pacifier as her first touch on his pained and over-sensitised penis caused his body to jolt. She stroked it within the limited confines of his pants, at which he writhed around helplessly, which greatly pleased her. She was only doing to him what he had done to her. But at this moment they did have one thing in common, they both wanted his stiff cock to be free, to taste the humid air - and everything else. Although her body was facing in the opposite direction, awkwardly, she managed with her right hand to loosen his pants to halfway down his thighs. His penis-stem sprang energetically at her, revealed in its full glory. She was enthralled with it, what she thought to be as beautiful as a penis could possibly be, especially being the first Asian one that she had seen. Its size was perfectly in proportion to his body - wholesomely adequate, but not obscene. It was shrouded around the base of the stem by a handsome mane of tufty black pubic hair that was exceptionally tidy, trimmed so that it did not spread out to the rest of the groin. Indeed, its form seemed to encapsulate the wider qualities of his body in its taut muscularity, balanced by its sculpted delicacy. It was its hardness that truly surprised her, the feel between her fingers of the leanest, firmest human tissue beyond what she thought possible. The colour along the erect shaft was a brilliant shimmering bronze, crowned by the enlarged and fleshy glans that was almost a lip-red colour with only the faintest purple tinge when caught in the scarce light. She teasingly tapped her fingertips around the tip of the head and the eye of his penis, then rubbed the same specific spot. The slimy shui that had pooled at the tip provided adequate lubricant and coated her fingertips. He sighed underneath her and squirmed uncomfortably. Oh, she liked that. With her right hand still over his cock, she placed it in between her middle and index fingers to delicately roll back his 包皮 baopi (foreskin) all the way down, making fully naked his shining, glowing bulb. Using only those two fingers she stroked his penis up and down, using only the lightest, softest touch, sending his nerve endings crazy, and him with it. With this soft touch against his cock she fully appreciated its detailed texture that was overlooked by the impressive hardness. Her fingers spread a clear film of his still flowing shui all along the length of it, which accentuated to her touch all of the pumping veins as well as the minute bumps throughout the rigid muscle. He heaved in and out whilst his legs reactively pushed his lower body up in the air at the lightness of her deliberately cruel, teasing touch. She gave him a demeaning pat on the head, like a strict school teacher signalling him to return to his task. She curled all of her fingers around so that her palm floated just above the glans while her fingertips gripped halfway down the shaft of his slippery cock. In a closed-to-open clawing motion, her fingertips grated and massaged him with the same tantalisingly soft touch, barely grazing his flesh. She straddled him like this for a moment, relishing his anguished moans and the pulse of his cock at the tip of her fingers, his ripped and sexy naked Asian body tensing underneath. Occasionally she would flatten her palm against the penis head and fold her fingers around it to squeeze it like an orange, twisting her wrist side to side. But before the firmer caress could provide him with any kind of fleeting relief she would stop and resume the light, teasing strokes. Every time she did this his abs and every part of his groin would spasm from the confused sensory nerves. He stopped performing oral to look up at her, his sexy fengyan and facial expression showing the rawest vulnerability, a pleading look. Was it submission? He breathed heavily, she felt his broad chest rising and falling underneath her legs and buttocks. The lower part of his face around his mouth and chin were a shine in a thick and messy coat of yin shui, like a helpless, drooling child. She giggled at him cruelly and indifferently. Now that the see-saw of sexual power had landed all the way to her end, he would be satiating her the way she wanted, how she wanted. She calmly slid her body off of his face, her saturated pussy seeping a soapy trail of yin shui all over his silken yellow skin like a snail as she slowly glided down the length of his torso. She positioned herself above him for intercourse, taking hold of his hard, spring-laden cock in her right hand and rubbing it in between her fingers at which he murmured and shuffled about on the bed. She smiled and glanced at him devilishly, fondling his abs with her left hand. He did not smile back. As she lowered her vagina over his stem, a dazzling bolt of lighting lit up the world outside the window. For a split-second, the whole room was as bright as a sunny Summer's day. For the first time they saw a vivid image of each other in full light, startling both of them. They were so lost in each other, and themselves, that they had totally forgotten the storm which had brought them together. It was still as intense as ever - the clouds now black as night, the rain crashing into the window like a tidal wave, but even all mighty nature played second fiddle to the intensity of their lusts for each other. She positioned his tip against her entrance and sunk herself down, but as she did so he humped his pelvis up so that it would miss and slide off against her clit instead. He was still trying to defy her, still trying not to give her all that she wanted. She was infuriated and shot him a look of venom. She tried again, securing a firmer hold on his penis and repositioning herself, he boldly tried to do the same thing by bucking his hips away but this time she was prepared. Instead of sliding away from her vaginal entrance he had thrust his hardness deep inside of her, guided by her alert hand. A surge of pleasure fulfilled her entire being. They couldn't help moaning and whining together as the length of his penis disappeared inside of her. His was the body that she desired more than any other, beyond words, and now she had him. In this, her mind and her body were in total harmony, and ecstasy. Her vaginal walls constricted so tightly around his lean man-stem like a second skin that she could feel inside of her every textured bump that she had with her fingers. At penetration, his baopi had been rolled down so far and so smoothly by her vagina that his cock was simply skinless flesh wrapped inside of her skinless flesh conjoined by the glue of their sexual bodily fluids. 融為一體 rong wei yi ti (to meld into one body). She wanted to fuck him so hard she didn't care if it killed him. She took in the sight of the exquisitely sexy body beneath her and in a possessed manner groped all over his clenching chest and abs - rubbing them, stroking them, clawing at them. Her face displayed a maniacal grin that he really found scary. Her parted thighs on either side of his body began to find their rhythm and she aggressively rode him like some wild beast, but despite the overflowing natural lubrication, the friction between their genitals was so intense and sensual that it was him that was struggling to hold on. Each time she rode down on him he exhaled a whiny "Uh.." Like a bitch. She was fucking him so hard that the shrieking cries of pleasure that she was making, as well as the pounding noise of her body thumping against his and the strains of the bed buckling could be heard even above the typhoon rain splashing against metal and glass outside. Only the delayed thunder claps from the recent lightning bolt was louder, which only challenged her to be more vocal and even more vigorous. The fresh rain water that once covered their bodies had long evaporated and had now been replaced by sweat. He didn't want her to win like this, to win so easily. She was just having her way with him, getting all she wanted from his body all at once. If it kept going this way then her tight, tight, silky pussy would just squeeze all the cum out of him before he had fully enjoyed her. So far his arms had been idle at his side, he had been totally caught out by how possessed she was to have him completely. He raised his hands to cup both of her breasts whilst at the same time trying to make eye contact with her despite the sexual frenzy that she was in. Caught her. Their eyes locked, his slender fingers gingerly tweaked each of her nipples between them. She blinked. She was mesmerised by his fengyan, the honesty and vulnerability of his face, his long black hair wetly strewn out about his shoulders, like grassy seaweed caught out at low tide, beached on light yellow sand. Like he was controlling her with buttons, his hands and fingers manoeuvred her nipples, slowing down her wild riding on top of his dick. She was still breathing and panting just as heavily though, each breath coupled with a vocal whine, but the rhythms of her body had slowed down dramatically so that her noises were out of sync with the motions of her body. He left his left hand covering both of her breasts, while his right hand slid down to her tummy, stroking and fondling her sweaty abs and teasing and fingering her belly button. Now that he had assuaged her sexual frenzy, he was able to assert his own pelvic undulation grinding against her body, sweaty flesh against sweaty flesh - gentle, controlled and steady, yet backed up by strength. The tide had turned again. That scene of their melded bodies was one of rare, exquisite beauty, framed by the large window beside the bed, a background of nature's dynamism - distant lightning flashing across the stormy Taipei sky, blurred in a wash of typhoon rain. Individually each figure was beautiful, however their contrasting qualities combined to looked magnificent. Her short hair exhibited the sensually curved nape of her neck, the arousing form of her bare shoulders, accentuating her voluptuous womanly form against the refined masculinity of his long Ancient Chinese style hair. The picture of contrast continued with her rich, shining black skin, like an ebony barge sinking into and becoming one with the body of the shimmering Yellow River beneath her. At the point of their joining, his length was completely inside of her tight wetness, their groins pressed firmly against each other, the heat and feeling of their bodies shared between their skin, abetted by their sticky sweat. He had successfully manipulated her bodily movements down in rhythm with his so that they rose and fell together, minimising the sexual friction, his flesh-stem embraced by and held all the way inside of her slimy, contracting pussy. Their eyes were tensely locked onto each other, her body had succumbed to his controlling hands and eyes, again stymieing her in the midst of fulfilling her wildest 慾望 yu wang (lustful desire), while he was concentrating with all of his energy to keep her under his influence. Her hands rested on his abs around his belly button, scratching, fondling in defiance. This was not making love, it was more akin to sexual combat. The intense, combative sex continued in this position, almost a stalemate. Yuhong's hands and fingers had been able to control the pace right down, where he could keep control of himself despite Angie's vagina pleasurably squeezing his penis. His cock nestled deep inside of her was no doubt 很爽 hen shuang [sh-w-ah-ng] (very sexually pleasurable), but that pleasure only caused her internal nerve endings to be bursting for more, her vaginal juices continued to seep unceasingly, needing more friction against his hot, hard flesh. His hypnotic hands only further inflamed the itch, amplifying her hunger, yet preventing her from feasting. She suddenly lifted herself off him, her vice-like pussy spitting out his slippery cock with a wet and messy pop. Lost inside of her body, he forgot how hard and stiff it actually was until it snapped back against his stomach. Squatting down, she shuffled over the top of him to turn around and face away. That was better, the blank black TV screen was in front of her, not that wicked boy. Now that he was no longer in view and his hands couldn't attack the susceptible front of her body, he wouldn't be able try any more underhanded tricks that would stymie her from fucking the way she needed to. She leaned forward and folded her knees on either side of him, then took his thoroughly slime coated penis in her hand and lowered it inside of her once again, sinking her full body weight down onto him. In this new, empowering position she began bouncing up and down his cock energetically, reawakening her uninhibited sexual state. While in that position her hips had even more leverage to slam their full power up and down against him as she gained momentum like a hydraulic press at breaking speed. In no time at all her loud, lustful moaning was echoing about the small apartment and beyond. The creaking of the bed now sounded more like a violent banging, however the most telling sound was the juicy squishing of her sopping pussy sliding all the way up and down with the power of her whole body. Lost in the throes of steamy sex her eyelids fluttered and she groped her own breasts, subconsciously mimicking how he touched her. After just having thought that he had tamed her, he now suddenly found himself being hammered into the bed, his cock being battered by her pussy. He could only look on in helpless fascination at her sensually generous and round ass bounding up and down at blurring speed in front of his eyes, and how his stiff stem disappeared and reappeared inside of her gripping pussy that was so wet it was almost splashing. He stared at her puckered asshole, like it was winking at him while her vaginal muscles clenched and convulsed in waves of pleasure below. Transfixed, the fingers of his left hand floated towards it and pressed into the moist flesh of her ring-like button. She howled as her frantic fucking was halted in mid-air. Although her body was now still, her pussy cramped around his penis even tighter, also making him groan. As if it was merely something in her imagination that she wanted to ignore, she resumed bucking her hips, deliberately and forcefully trying to regain momentum from a standstill. He circled her anal ring gently with his fingers, at which she elicited another howl as her humping faltered and slowed. He now joined in with his right hand to rub and caress around her right butt cheek while the fingers on his left hand alternated between ringing around her anus and intermittently poking inside it. He was pulling the levers of control on her once again, even though she was fighting with all her fuck to resist it. Upping the ante, he now placed both hands on each butt cheek, while a finger from each hand met in the centre at her asshole, delicately skimming it before entering it. He had her riding to his rhythm once more, their groins locked deeply together, his penis throbbing inside of the wetness wrapped around it, but without the manic vaginal friction that would make him lose himself. She growled in frustration as his fingers gained more confidence in pinching and playing with her asshole. The sex locomotion that was full steam ahead a moment ago had now broken down to a slow chug around a cliff face - tense and spine-tinglingly suspenseful, but she wanted to be the driver at full speed, even if it killed them. He had somehow found another way to hijack her in the midst of the most extreme pleasure of her entire life. This wicked boy was so sneaky and tricky she needed a decisive way to defeat him once and for all, to put the tricks back onto him, and not give him a chance. Angie gracefully leaned back so as to be sitting in an upright and dignified posture, her buttocks now pressed against his pelvis so access to her anal button, and control over her body was now blocked from his naughty fingers. She sat still for a moment, as if relishing a cool breeze. The atmosphere had all of a sudden changed, from being as tempestuous as the outside weather, to being the calm eye of the storm, as if they had enacted an unspoken ceasefire. She was sitting atop of him so comfortably and casually, even though they were still joined in copulation. Yuhong lovingly rubbed and stroked her back, his muscular body even relaxing somewhat, in spite of the stressful sex they were just having. She half turned her body and tenderly stroked him back on his abs, smiling at him warmly, he laughed back at her kindly. Here now was more a scene of making love, not sexual combat. Don't give him a chance. But here is yours. She hoisted herself off his body and they parted. Rather perplexed he followed her with his eyes as she waddled down to his legs before turning around and lowering her face to his penis while staring right at his eyes which flashed a fearful look back at her, he had been tricked, she was going to find his weakness! She shot him a nasty smirk just before sexily posing her thick lips and kissing him all along the side of his penis. It was reddened, swollen, throbbing, the baopi that had been rolled back by her vaginal walls remained so, and she could see the tiny blood vessels at the surface of his raw flesh. She indulged in the musk and feel of her own yin shui now coating her lips like lip gloss, it felt so sexy and stimulating. With her newly polished lips she teasingly blew kisses to him in the air before resuming to kiss all over the sensitive head and underside of his cock at which he moaned terribly, in a total loss. She smirked again, he was easy to beat. She tormented him like this for a while, only kissing him, varying between soft and heavy kisses and exploring the more sensitive parts of his penis at which she could feel his whole body reverberate on contact with her lips. At one point she pained him by firing off dozens of kisses in quick succession just on the head, around the penis eye which made him writhe around and groan helplessly. She mocked him by looking at him wide-eyed and smiling while rubbing and drumming her fingers against his stomach. Next, she slowly glided the fingers of her right hand all the way down to the base of his slippery shaft, skimming his raw and exposed nerves and baopi before giving him a long, slow lick all the way up his length. The taste of their freshly mixed fluids had an even further arousing effect on her that made her eyes light up at him while licking all over his cock like a thirsty beast. The distinct surface textures of his cock that she had felt with her hands and pussy, she could now discern with her exploring tongue. His hands gripped into the bedsheets as he whined. She laughed at him. After licking his penis clean of sexual fluids she posed her lips again and pasted his cock head against them as if applying lipstick whilst she hummed, vibrating her lips and causing him to vibrate even more. She stretched out like a cat and purred in satisfaction then nuzzled down and took one of his balls in her mouth and gently washed it around inside with her tongue, before swapping to the other nut and doing the same. After which she engulfed both in her mouth like a bloated frog while drooling. After regurgitating his balls in a sloppy mess, she maintained eye contact with him and a smiling face, giving him a long, slow, sensual lick all the way along the side of his shaft. He moaned, spattered and trembled. Good. She gave him another one on the other side. His breathing increased, his torso heaved. She teasingly rubbed and fondled his chest and abs and continued her slow tongue lashing like this in glee, pausing for effect in between each one, making him dread each strike, occasionally feinting him by starting a lick, but pausing. He was a slave to the lash of her tongue, shuddering and whimpering at each stroke. Taipei Tryst Pt. 01 She sensed victory at hand and wanted to be sure of it. She wrapped her tongue around and around his glowing-hot head in a swirl before flicking at the frenulum with the tip of her tongue, after which she twirled her tongue around the head again, finishing him off by invading his penis hole, burying her tongue tip inside of it while looking him straight in the eyes, piercing his soul until he could only return a devoid, glazed look. All that was left of him were the reflexive twitches of his body. She was now certain that there would be no more tricks from him. She would have him the way she wanted now, and he could do nothing about it. She arose to plant her feet down on either side of his waist and squatted down in a sturdy pose, steering her ravenous vaginal opening over the top of his glistening, saliva-coated cock. She did a pussy slide up and down the length of the shaft a few times before taking hold of it and bending it towards the entrance of her slit. She tested him by rubbing the head against her clit and labia, seeing if he would try and defy her by thrusting his penis away from her pussy again. He didn't. He was all hers for the taking. She gradually controlled her descent to fully appreciate the feel of his organ entering her, her horny, greedy vagina sucked it in until it was snug inside. Their flesh became one once more - rong wei yi ti. She groped and clawed at his chest with her hands whilst building momentum with her fit legs, his firm body writhed underneath her, she could feel each and every ripple of muscle on his chest. His push-back motions between her legs were now the way she wanted, his hands gently cupped her breasts to enhance their connection as she gathered pace on her wild ride and fuck his brains out. Now that everything was perfect for her, her legs and pelvis bucked and fucked into him without abandon as she let out the most wild sexual howls. Her fingers gripped into his pecs while her pussy squeezed around his cock even harder as it slid up and down, the force of their two bodies generating the most intense friction lubricated by their endlessly flowing sexual juices. The slapping of flesh on flesh was louder than the storm and their sweat rained on each other as if they were still in it. They had attained an extra-sensory attunement to each others bodies, brought together by nature, their bodies the perfect match. And so they merely had to feel the rhythms and contractions of each other in intercourse to maintain a mutual climax like a typhoon, aided by the signals of their harmonious moans of pleasure. In the midst of cumming, in a desperate struggle Angie pulled herself off of Yuhong's detonating flesh-stem, her pussy was savagely resisting being torn away from the most tremendously intense pleasure that it had ever experienced. Almost taking a mind of its own, the vaginal walls cramped in orgasm, sucking and clamming so tightly around him that her inflamed vagina distended a bit out of her body as she used all of her strength to pull herself free. Her convulsing pussy popped off the top of his bulb just in time and she hurriedly grasped the lower half of his shaft, directing the gaping eye of his penis back towards his torso at which she felt at her hand the enormous rush of pressure flowing through his trembling stem before a copious release of pure Asian man seed shot out and exploded against his own chest and the top of his abs. Angie milked the creamy goodness against his belly until it sputtered and oozed to a drip, his penis was still rigid, as if the intensity of their sexual ordeal caused the blood flow to be locked in. She crawled on top of him in a tender embrace, which he reciprocated. Their bodies pressing together, sealed at the skin by his hot cum which now smothered all over her breasts and stomach. They looked silently but warmly into each others eyes, smiling at each other, she brushed a strand of hair away from his face before stroking it, and he gently held her cheeks in his hands. They stayed like this, slickly rocking and rubbing their bodies against each other with all of his cum, but which slowly dried to become sticky and glue their skin together. By which time they were both still in each others arms, eyes closed, they didn't notice the sunbeams breaking up the storm filtering through the rain-sheathed window onto their entwined naked bodies.