I’m a creature of habit, until I’m not. Left to my own whims, I’ll stick to a well-worn path of choices with predictable results. When I’m pushed in another direction, I find I really enjoy it once I get past the initial resistances. Yet for whatever reason I have difficulty in moving myself away from my norms.
Gretta, known as Gigi, was based in my company’s Manila office. Gigi and I had worked together for a few years before we met in-person. We had a great rapport and even engaged in some playful flirting while we had calls, which wasn’t unusual with the single women from that office. I always enjoyed their schoolgirl-like giggles when they first heard my deep voice.
The events in this story took place during the tail-end of the years of being able to know someone without being able to find them easily through social media. So, I’d have pictures in my mind of these Filipino girls I spoke with–eager, lithe, and just out of college–but I didn’t know what they actually looked like.
As time went on, it was clear Gigi and I had more chemistry than the encounters usually generated. I was married and Gigi asked about that very early on, but I enjoyed playing around with her in only that way a married man can when he knows it can absolutely go nowhere real.
Well, that dynamic was fine until that was no longer true. A few weeks after things had been intensifying with Gigi, my boss informed me I needed to plan a trip back to headquarters to play host to someone from Manila who was coming to learn about some new products she needed to provide training for. That someone was Gigi.
I wanted to make sure Gigi had a good experience since it was her first time outside of the Philippines, so I went to the airport to pick her up. I made a little sign for her and I wasn’t really paying attention when the very young looking girl barely 5 feet tall with long slender legs and a big smile approached. “Oh, wonderful, it’s my Alex. At last!,” she playfully called out as she extended her small hand. I was in shock, but I took it and felt a little turned on immediately by how tiny and soft she felt in my grip.
Her smile grew even bigger when we touched. “I feel like I know you so well already. Is it okay if I give you a hug?” I agreed and then I got an even more obvious indication of just how small her frame was. As she rubbed my back, I could hear her sigh a little. “You’re much, um, bigger than I imagined, Alex.” She laughed at her admission. “In a good way, of course.” She gave my upper arm a lingering touch to emphasize her point.
The city we were in is where I grew up and it had a fairly sizable Filipino community, so I shouldn’t have been surprised by her petite frame. She had a very unique look though–the Filipino girls I knew all had very different appearance thanks to the cultural soup that centuries of exploration and trade had brought–but Gigi had fairly pale coloring with plump lips and eyes that indicated some Chinese lineage. She was quite unlike any girl I had seen before and I was immediately very attracted to her. I could tell she was attracted to my mix of European influences as well.
There was a lot of flirty build-up that I won’t bore you with, but things took a turn at a dinner a couple days into her visit. As we had everywhere else we went, I got dirty looks from other women in the restaurant when I entered with the girl attached to my arm who could have passed for many years younger than her 25 years. I have to admit I liked the negative attention in a way I didn’t expect.
We always had good talks, but this one was a little more revealing. She was asking how my marriage worked when I was on the road so often. I explained that I think the only reason it was working was because we were apart so much. Across the table, she reached out and took my large hand in both of hers and she rubbed the back of it, hesitating over my knuckles and then stroking my long middle finger. “You seem so lonely, Alex. And sad. I don’t think you should take me back to the hotel after dinner. Let’s go out.”
I smiled. I wanted to be a good host, but I was also a little worried about my growing attraction to her. I had been minimizing the time we spent outside the office, but that evening I did feel more lonely than usual. “Sure, what are in you in the mood for?”
Gigi didn’t hesitate. “Let’s find the least popular movie possible and sit in the back.”
So, we did. Before the previews ended in the otherwise empty theater, Gigi was nibbling on my ear as her tiny hands rubbed my chest and arms. “God, I want you to crush me,” she whispered before she licked my neck and moved her hand to my zipper. She quickly found my growing cock and squeezed it. “Did I do this to you, darling?”
Her voice unleashed my lust and I was done being nice. I lifted her out of her seat and put her on my lap facing me. “Yes, I want to touch every inch of you.” I grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss while she began to stroke me through my pants.
I reached under her dress and pressed between her thin legs into her tight cotton panties. They were so small I almost felt like I needed to stop, but then she started to grind a little bit against my thumb and made it wet. I started to pull her panties down and she pushed against me.
She pulled out of the kiss and moved against my ear again. “You can’t fuck me with this cock. You won’t last a minute once you feel how tight and wet I am for you. I want to give you a kiss and eat the cum you made for me. Then we’ll have a nice long fuck after the movie.” Then she pulled up my hand and took my middle finger in her mouth to demonstrate her technique. “Mmmm…I need to have that white cock now.”
She pushed my hands to her small breasts and I squeezed them gently and then hard. She gave me a very sexy half grin. “We’re going to have so much fun now.” Then she slid down my body until she was on the floor between my legs. She unfastened my belt and unzipped my pants. I sighed as her small fingers found my cock inside my boxer briefs, her skin cool against my burning cock.
She stroked me for few moments and then I felt her mouth. Her little tongue played with the tip, lapping up the precum she had no doubt generated by now. I felt her struggle a little to take in the head without hitting her teeth and then I was in paradise. My cock was a few inches in her sweet little mouth as she stroked the rest of my shaft that she had no hope of fitting inside.
Normally, I go for hard oral, but I didn’t want to leave her choking with people around. I just ran my fingers through her soft, long black hair and gently grabbed her head while she went to work.
Between the sensations and the sounds of her struggling to take as much of my cock as she could, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. So I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation–something I hadn’t done for ages. I didn’t need humiliation or domination to make this hot. She was enough.
When I came a few minutes later, she didn’t break her rhythm of sucking and stroking. She took what felt like a massive load from my cock like an expert and when the spurts stopped she continued stroking out the remainder. Then she pulled herself up on her knees and faced me to show me her cum-filled mouth before she took a giant gulp to swallow me down, never breaking eye contact.
I immediately brought her in for another deep kiss–this time my still exposed cock running up her dress and pressing into her breast. She pulled back. “That was everything a I dreamed about, Alex. I can’t wait to have you inside me.” Then she gently slapped my face before turning into a cheek rub. “But not just yet…”
She put my cock away and zipped me back up. Then she moved back to her seat and put her head on my shoulder. She reached out to take my arm and wrapped her two hands around mine. Her contented sigh made me feel warm and I drifted away for a few minutes.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8l0mzn/asian_takeout_mf_oral
Very well written!