American men are obsessed with Asian women. I’m a little thicker than most. I’ve got a gym toned body with big tits and a big ass. So I don’t catch the eye of them just looking for a school girl fantasy. But I defintely get more than my share of male attention.
So I wasn’t exactly surprised when I first noticed Rick eyeball fucking me. He was tall and lanky and looked like a hipster. His pants were so fucking tight that I could see his bulge. It’s one thing to look. It’s another to stare. I knew right away this guy had Yellow Fever. He didn’t look like a loser, but he was definitely giving on the vibe of someone who was playing out a fantasy in his mind and would probably be too chicken-shit to actually approach me. He looked a little drunk.
Nine times out of ten that the kind of situation I try to avoid. Maybe even 99 times out of 100. I’m not looking to fulfill some guy’s fetish or racial quota. But it was the end of the semester. I’d finished all my exams, I’d had a few drinks, and I was looking to blow off steam. I like to fuck and always have. Sometimes a night of fun is in order.