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.
I can’t say I was completely surprised when Gigi was a little cool the next day when I picked her up for work. I knew she probably didn’t see herself as the type of girl who would suck off a married man in a movie theater. After the excitement of the evening wore off, I imagined she would feel pretty bad.
I waved and she smiled at me before her conscious took over, resulting in a comically cute “serious face.” I kept my expression neutral as she approached looking like she was about to punch a bully. After she opened the door, she withdrew from the hand I extended to help her in the car. “So now you’re a gentleman, huh?” she sneered.
I snorted at her retort, which only made the serious face turn into an angry one. “Just drive. I need to find someone else to take me around.”
I was getting ready to hit the gas and then I stopped. We wouldn’t have a better chance to talk about this. “Look, Gigi, we got caught up in the moment. I wasn’t expecting this to happen. I sure wasn’t trying to seduce you or something. But I’m not upset it happened. I really enjoyed our evening and I loved how it ended. You were so sexy and beautiful. I thought about it all night.”
“Alex–what about your wife? Don’t you feel terrible for breaking your promise to her?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure how much longer that’s going to last anyway. I’m not going to let my marriage keep me from something wonderful like last night.”
“You don’t think I’m a whore now?”
The tears were on the edge of her eyelids. “No, sweetie. I don’t. I know you just really wanted me to be happy in that moment and you were wonderful.”
Sobbing gave way to laughing. “God, I never thought I’d do something like that. But it was so hot and fun! I just didn’t know how to face you today.”
I took her hand. “It’s going to be okay. Let’s take it easy tonight. We still have a couple days together. We’ll keep it low-key and you can have the night to yourself. Then we can decide what to do tomorrow.”
“I like that idea–that gives me some time to shop. I want to dress up for you before you undress me. But I want to savor it tonight.”
With my mind so focused on the next day, time flew by. We got through the workday without any conflict and I arranged to have a couple of the other Filipino girls at work join us for dinner at a hipster burger joint. Gigi seemed to have a great time–my sides were hurting by the end of the night from all the laughter.
As promised, I dropped her off at the hotel right afterwards. She rubbed my cheek before getting out of the car. “I like this sweet side, but don’t be so nice tomorrow night. I’ll see you in the morning.” Gigi blew a kiss to me and then shut the door. She walked away with a little more of a strut than normal and then she laughed as she turned around and saw me watching. She wagged her finger before disappearing into the hotel.
The next day she took my breath away when I pulled up to pick her up. Her hair was pulled back and she had like a miniature version of Jackie O sunglasses on. Her pick sundress complemented her skin tone perfectly. Her black, four-inch heels but the cherry on her sophisticated makeover.
“Hello, driver,” she said with a vaguely British accent before bursting into laughter.
“Wow–you are stunning.”
“I hope you don’t mind me adding a few inches to my height.”
I gave her a big smile. “Not at all, you really picked out a great outfit.”
“I’m glad you like it, Alex. I want to be so happy today that I don’t even think about tomorrow.”
“Then we won’t mention it again…” With that, we began our last day together.
I had arranged the schedule so we could get out a little early. It was Friday and I wanted to enjoy as much time with her as possible. Unfortunately, that created an opportunity I didn’t expect and we both learned this day was not going to quite go as planned shortly after we arrived at the office.
My boss, Sandra, was socially awkward and not very pleasant to be around, but she liked to make what she thought were these grand gestures to be friendly. She pulled us aside and explained that we were going to go on a ride with her and her husband on their sailboat this evening, followed by a dockside dinner.
Gigi hid her disappointment well and accepted the offer. Sandra said, “I was so glad to see you two had an open schedule this afternoon so I just set this up. I hope you didn’t have any plans.” I followed Gigi’s lead, “No, of course not. I was just going to show her the beach anyway, so this will be perfect.”
We had to get ready for our training session, but Gigi pulled me into a side room on our way there. “I can’t believe this. I bought this amazing outfit for our dinner. And now it’s ruined.” We had to be careful with people at work looking in, but I put a friendly hand on her shoulder. “It’s not going to be ruined. I promise you we’ll have a great night together after we get through these activities.”
We did our best not to let dreading the evening ruin our thoughts of that night.
I really don’t think Sandra read anything into our interaction because she was so bad at reading people, but I really had to admire the way the universe was messing with us when Sandra insisted on driving Gigi to the dock since I’d be driving her home.
When we arrived after the short drive, Sandra’s husband, Kyle, was preparing the sailboat. We did our introductions and I was relieved to see that Kyle was just a normal guy. In fact, he picked up on something between Gigi and I fairly early on and gave me a sly smile when she turned away.
Other than not being alone, the sailing trip was not bad at all. It was a beautiful September day and the colors of the sky were amazing as the sun began its descent. Hidden behind the rigging, Gigi stole a quick hungry glance at me and gave my cock a squeeze through my pants as we moved along the water. I stayed down wind from her so I could breath in the wonderful combination of her floral perfume and the scents of the sea. The slight buzz from those smells and the pleasure from a young woman squeezing your cock is a potent mix. I began to feel a little lightheaded.
Sandra took Gigi aside for a talk after we’d been apart too long and Kyle settled in beside me. “She’s leaving tomorrow, right?” I nodded. “Okay–I’ll do what I can to speed dinner along.” He gave a playful punch to my shoulder. “I wish just once that a woman that pretty looked at me the way she looks at you.”
I won’t bore you with the dinner details. It was fine, but my mind was not on the present. Gigi tried some covert touches, but the glass-top table afforded little privacy. As promised, Kyle did his best to move us through the courses as quickly as could be expected.
We said our goodbyes and then got in my car. Gigi sighed and then looked at me. “I need you inside me. Now. Drive!”
I raced back to the hotel and we burst through the door to her room. The door hadn’t even shut itself before I had lifted her up against the wall by her waist. She turned her head, wrapped her arms around my neck, and we had the sweetest deep kiss. She pulled at my short hair near the end. As she pulled back, she told me, “No more time for kissy-kissy.”
I picked her up and threw her on the bed. She was so tiny that was not as impressive as it sounded. She still enjoyed it, grinning as she let down her hair and unzipped her dress. I pulled it off her and had to stop at moment as I saw just how small she was. Almost fragile.
“I know I look like I’ll break, but I won’t. I want you to take what you need from me. Use my body to please you.” With that she got on all fours to show off her modest curves and bend to put her ass in the air.
Instinctively, I gave her ass a spank, but I failed to adjust for her frame and she let out a yelp. “Oh, God. Do that again!” I obliged and enjoyed seeing the hand marks form on her little ass.
I started to position myself behind her on the bed, but she turned over. “I want to feel your weight on me. At least at first. Will you pound me from on top? Please, sir?”
I smiled. “Of course. I’d be glad to stretch out that little Asian pussy as I watch your face and feel you squirm in pain.” I threw my clothes off and she caressed my chest and arms. She ran her fingers through my chest hair and then pulled them a little. “These little sexy things I’ll not get to have again…” I lost her for a moment before she returned. “Yes, back to the present. Off with the bra and panties.”
She revealed the long pencil eraser nipples I hoped to see and I leaned in to suck them. She groaned and pulled my head into her breast while I nibbled on her. I reached down after she pulled her panties off and found a small landing strip leading to a tiny slit.
I paused for a moment as I reactively reached down to grab my fairly large cock. “Are you sure, Gigi?” She reached back and slapped my ass. “Shove that fat white cock in my little hole, you pussy.” Her big grinned just turned me on more.
I was gentle at first, though. I pushed the head in slowly and it was met by a very wet pussy. I closed my eyes because the tightness was so fucking wonderful around my erect cock. I didn’t open them again until my shaft was halfway in and I saw the pained ecstasy my dick was causing her. It made me a little harder and she let out a little groan.
“Should I stop here?” She shook her head no. “All the way, coward. To the balls. Don’t worry about me. Pretend I’m a $10 whore you picked up in a Manila bar. Just don’t make me do the fucking accent, but I will if that’s what it takes to get you to fuck me like you should.”
I decided to stop being nice and began thrusting into her. She got wetter and wetter, which helped me push deeper and soon I did have my shaft fully inside. She motioned for me to lean down and she kissed me. Then she pulled back and slapped me. “Now pound me like you bought this.”
I pulled back and then pushed with power. She screamed softly and her head hit the headboard. “Knock me the fuck out, you asshole!” I thrust into her again and again, establishing a rhythmic pounding that caused my cock that was too big for her little pussy to stretch her out to accommodate me. Before long, she had her legs spread out and my balls were bouncing against her tiny ass cheeks as her juices covered my thighs.
“Oh God, you’ve hurt me so good. I need you to fill me up now. Give me that hot white cum. Give it to your little Asian girl. You’ll never fuck a girl this tiny again. Savor it for all the times you’ll jerk off about me as you get older. Every time you spurt into your hand, you’ll think about this moment. Make me never feel satisfied by another man.”
I’m pounding her now. Holding her head for leverage as I brutalize her tiny cunt. Finally, I sound like an animal as I grunt and lose the ability to say anything resembling words as the cum spurts into her. I keep pounding as the spurts come. I want every drop as deep inside her as possible. She’s crying now, moaning, and pulling me in. I slow down as the spurts stop. I leave my cock in her, keeping all the cum inside that pussy.
I lift her up as I turn to the side. We’re facing each other, unable to speak, just staring. I’m still inside her. I don’t want to leave her. So I don’t. I pull her into my arms, my cock still inside her. Still hard at this point.
We fall asleep still connected, my cum still sealed in her.
Everything else is so mundane and not worth detailing. But you want to know.
She left the next morning. I went back to my wife. We continue to work together.
She got married to a Filipino guy–a professor.
I did see her again when I went to the Philippines for work a few years later. She told me she still thought of me, but she could never be with me again.
I wasn’t surprised, but I still got drunk the night she told me that.
In the morning, I jerked off to the memory of our one night together.
Just like she said I would.
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