We met in a bar where we danced the whole evening. She was a nurse from the nearby hospital and wanted to relax after a hard day's work. When she asked me back to her house I agreed, of course. The sex we had was good but not fantastic. After, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
When I woke up I could feel her naked body spooning against my back. As I stirred, I felt her arm around me and her hand grasping my morning erection. Turning around, I laughed and said, "good morning."
She squeezed my cock, leaned over me and gave me a sexy wet kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, and her hand stroked my cock. For a moment, I wondered why she hadn't been as forward and sexy last night. Perhaps she is a morning person or maybe was too tired after work and a long evening. I returned the kiss and probed her mouth with my tongue.
She crawled over me and pressed her naked body against mine. My cock lay between her thighs which she pressed hard against me; she was much hotter this morning than she was yesterday. She was already good last night, but now she was red hot. I broke the kiss and moved my mouth to her soft breasts which I had so liked yesterday. They weren't there!
"My God!" I cried opening my eyes for the first time and saw what I had found so sexy. She had not lost her wonderful full breasts because she wasn't there. Instead, there was this young girl whose breasts wouldn't fill an A sized bra. I leaped out of the bed and stared at this enchanting young woman of about fifteen or sixteen years. Naked as the day she was born, she lay in the bed looking at me.
I suddenly realized that I too was naked, and she was looking at my hard cock.
"Come back to bed" she said, speaking for the first time. "I want to play some more."
I'm an average looking guy from Orange County, CA who has been reading all these stories on the net for years and felt it's time to finally tell my story. I should probably mention that I had always had a major thing for Asian women.
Growing up in California, it's not hard to find hot Asian girls just about everywhere. Nearly ever girlfriend I ever had was Asian. In high school my first real girlfriend was Allison, she was Chinese, about 5'6" and had a killer body.
We started out as friends, and we'd often rent videos together, go shopping and do "friend" type stuff, but every now and then, we'd fool around. Allison was very pretty, but she was really dumb. Usually Asian girls are stereotyped as being really smart, but Allison was only text book smart. She didn't know the first thing about life, or sex.
Hi, my name is Jim. My story is about the summer my sister Anna and I shared. My story begins about three weeks into our summer break.
I had just broken up with my girlfriend Jill. We had been dating all year and I thought it would last forever. She said she needed to spend time with others and wanted to date other people that summer. None of her reasons were very good. Well, we separated. I was devastated. I didn't understand what had gone wrong. For about a week, I ran through every-thing in my mind to try and figure out "why?" It was driving me mad.
My sister tried to help. We talked about girls and relationships. She tried to help me make some sense of the breakup. Eventually, we both decided that it was best to let go and move on. Maybe later in life these things would make sense.
To help me take my mind off of things, my sister offered to take me mountain biking up in the hills near our house.
"Ware swim trunks because there was a creek where we were going that we could swim in." Anna said.
My girlfriend and I arrived at the Merlot a few minutes before our reservation and when the ma�tre D' accepted my hand in greeting, there was a twenty in the palm which from experience is instantly detected and deftly passed from my hand to his pocket.
He knows that it is a twenty by instinct. He is also converted immediately to one of my most loyal and accommodating friends willing to move anything and anybody in the house to make me happy and to insure the presence of another twenty. In a very low voice, I let him know that my pleasure would be a corner table with a view of the dining room. For a moment he had that wild look that says that he's trapped in a hopeless situation.
Then, whispering, just a moment, he disappeared and just as suddenly returned announcing that our table was ready. We both know that, that table, disappeared from the party that overlooked his twenty.