I really hate traveling to China most of the time. The flights are too long, and I don’t usually enjoy the food. I tend to enjoy the experience of being in a minority, and the looks I get being an over six-foot-tall white guy walking through the city, and especially the groups of girls who shyly want to try out their English with me, but a few novelties don’t make up for being jet-lagged and hungry the entire time. But at the end of the last trip I was lucky enough to have a much better night than usual in Hong Kong.
For the fist part of the night, this definitely wasn’t the case. I was there with some colleagues in Wan Chai, which, as my local friend explained to me, was the Dirty Old Man district. Ladyboys wandering the streets, strip clubs on the sides, and lots of bars with guys way past their prime who didn’t mind trading cash for attention. I was at a bar with a live cover band, which I really can’t stand, either, watching a young Filipina using some Newt Gringrich-looking guy like a stripper pole while a very wrong rendition of “Sweet Home Alabama” skullfucked the room. Yeah, I was in hell. So I was really glad to see my phone light up in WhatsApp when my local friend got off work. I happily bade my colleagues good night and walked around to the hotel where she was waiting for me.
We’ll call her Wilma, but she isn’t really the star of the story. She had rented a room from me when I lived in Los Angeles whiel doing an internship. There was definitely some chemistry between us, and we did wind up playing around a bit, but never really having sex; the timing was just wrong – I was in a closed relationship then, and now she was in a serious relationship, although she did do some submission to others withher boyfriend’s permission. So, we definitely knew each other’s proclivities, even if we didn’t partake.
She greeted me with a hug, and we walked to the metro. I told her what she saved me from, and she cringed on my behalf. As we took the Metro to the Central district, she laughed at how much taller i was than everyone else. Yeah I know. We got there and walked to her apartment, which was a very typical Hong Kong apartment in that it was a testiment to minimalist efficiency. After a few minutes, we took a bottle of wine from the firdge walked up the last few stairs to the rooftop, where a few other people in the building were.
It was actually a gorgeous night and we could see out over the city. Wilma’s apartment building was 25 stories, so we had a nice view out. As we talked about life, we drifted into the topic of D/s and submission, which was nromal fare for us, and I saw a couple of the other people on the roof cast their eyes over at us in a bit of shock.
After a few minutes they walked over and introduced themselves. They were all Australian, a married couple and a single woman, who of course caught my eye. Her name was Elise, and she was fairly tall, maybe 5’11’, with long dyed red hair, wearing a wraparound top that showed off her extremely generous cleavage. While I’m not normally someone that obssesses over such things, she clearly was proud of breasts and knew how to work them, and liked being noticed.
The confidence wore very well on her, and I was happy to give her the attention as we all chatted for another hour or so. As it turned out, they all lived in the building, so we were happy to enjoy the night together and letting the conversation run into all sorts of purple topics. I’m sure that there were all sorts of hints being dropped that Elise was interested, but I was my usual oblivious. Wilma, thankfully, was more on the ball than I was.
When we got back to the topic of spanking, which was always Wilma’s favorite, it got to the right tools for the job. Since I had spanked Wilma in the past, she was able to attest to some of the things I had done in the past. Elise pointedly asked if we were a couple, which Wilma happily said we weren’t. I smiled a bit at that and she caught my look. “But TheWanderingPro here is really at his best with those big hands of his.” God bless her for being a great wingman.
Elise lit up at that. “let me see!” I held my hand up against Wilma’s, and her small, Asian hand almost vanished against mine. Elise roller her eyes. “No, hold it against my hand.” Given her height, I couldn’t quite so easily dominate her in size, but my fingers easily extended a knuckle past hers. But I looked and caught the twinkle in her eye as we were touching. Wilma helpfully emptied the wine bottle into her glass.
“Hey, TheWanderingPro, do you want some more to drink? I need to run down and get some.” Before I could answer, she was off the roof. I owe her for this.
And suddenly there I was with Elise, still holding her hand (why had we not let go?) around another couple kissing. We looked at each other a moment, and then I pulled her against me, and she turned her head up as I kissed her. Her lips parted immediately and my tongue slid past, caressing hers as i felt a surge of blood below and her body pressed against mine. I don’t know how long we kissed, but by the time we stopped our pulses were racing and we could barely breathe. “Your friend is taking a long time with the wine.” she breathed.
“That’s what makes her a good friend.” I smiled against her lips. “Want me to tell her to forget the wine?” She nodded. I pulled out my phone and texted Wilma. I just got a smiley back and a reminder to be safe.
“let’s go to your apartment.” I said. Elise practically dragged me off the roof and down the stairs. As we waited on the elevator, we kept making out, my hand sneaking under her top, caressing her breasts through the lace of her bra. The elevator arrived, and we fell into it and she stabbed the button for the 11th floor. The entire ride down was hands, lips, and furtive carresses as we rode down to her floor. The elevator stopped roughly shaking a little sense into us. We walked around the corner to her apartment.
Elise got assertive at the door. “Shoes off. Don’t want any dirt on my carpet.” I obeyed, then pushed her back against the door, kissing her furiously as I lifted her top. Her arms went over her head, and a black lacy bra was revealed, barely holding her enormous chest in place. Her breasts felt amazingly soft through the bra as her hands worked the buttons on my shirt. I dropped my arms as she pushed it off my shoudlers and i finally felt her mostly-bare chest against mine. I started ksising down her neck which elicited a lot of moans while I worked her jeans open, and pushed them down, stripping her down to her white cotton panties. I went to rub her through them, and was soon rewarded with wet fabric. Her eyes were wild, as she grabbed at my belt.
“Take these off” she said. I stepped back, and pushed my pants and underwear off, taking my socks with them. I was naked in front of her as she worked her panties off, and then she knelt in front of me, eagerly taking my throbbing erection in her mouth. I could feel every bit of her energy coming through in the furious motions of her mouth and hand on me. I pulled her hair back as she worked up and down on my shaft. I happily let her work on my for a few minutes, groaning, telling her how amayzing her mouth was on me. Suddenly I pulled her off by her hair and turned her face up to kiss me, tasting my cock in her mouth, one of my favorite little pleasures in life. I then pulled her off her knees onto the bed, and directed her onto her back. As I slid down to return the oral favor, I found a small ring greeting me. This was my first pierced clitoral hood, so I took a moment to consider my options, then softly licked her from her opening upward, lifting the rung out of the way and letting the flat of my tongue slide across her clit. Her hups surged up into my mouth and her hand grabbed my head and pushed it into her. Takign that as approval, I repeated the motion again and again, and she began to moan, but now ever more audibly, surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I turned my head to let me work a finger inside, and I could feel the amazing texture inside her body. I was hooked.
She spoke in a breathy moan. “Put on a condom and fuck me.” God I love instructions sometimes! I looked up as she dug the condom out of her nightstand and passed it down. I rolled it on and positioned myself over her. She pulled me down to kiss her, and taste herself, the rough fabric of her bra on my chest as I guided myself inside. Her legs wrapped tightly around me and pulled me in deeper as I felt her stretch around. “Oh my God you feel so big!” She knew how to flatter a man! I started working myself in and out, and she pushed against me, willing me to go faster. I pulled out, and she protested in shock. “Roll over.” The coin dropped and she got on all fours, positioning her hips high and grabbing the pillow in front of her. I gave her a sharp spank across her offered ass and she yelped, sticking it out farther. I guided myself back inside, then took her hip bones in my hand and began pushing her hard up and down. “ohhhhh yyyyyeaaaaaaahhh” she stuttered with each impact. I worked harder, trying to drive through her body each time. I felt her fingers at the base of my cock, rubbing herself as I wokred furiously away at her. Suddenly her body clenched, hard, and she went silent, her breath stuck in her chest as the orgasm erupted across her body. The moment hung, suspended in time until suddenly her muscles gave out and she went limp under me. I resume my own motions, and she moaned incoherently, all circuits fried. Her helplessness to my motions was the magic I needed, and i planted myself deep inside her as I filled the condom.
I pulled out and slumped in bed beside her. She curled up under my arm. “mmmmm….that was amaaaaazing.”
“Yes…it…was.”
“YOu’re not going to sleep are you?” she asked pointedly.
“Not now.” I answered.
“Good, because I’m going to make the most of you.” she purred…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5lszql/mf_making_a_new_friend_in_hong_kong
Part two?