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Shiang
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The following story is true. So I have changed the names,
not to protect the inocent,...
but to protect me.
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I first saw Shiang
from across the very crowded manufacturing facility
where we work. She was wearing a short, but modest, and very
classy
bluedress. I immediantly noticed the grace with which she carried
her
self, it was the soft sleak movement of a siamese cat. It was
this
that first drew me to her.
I'd been working
there for just over eight years, and knew, or had seen
everyone at least once before, so I knew that she had either
just been
hired, or transferred in from one of our other facilities. I
couldn't
find out more about her for some time without drawing undesirable
attention, so I bided my time content to watch her beauty from
afar.
Several weeks later
a friend of mine told me he'd been assigned to work
in our product developement department, and that Shiang was the
engineer
in charge of the project he was goint to be working on. So, as
he is one
of the few people I trust implicitly, I told him I wanted to
know as
much as I could about this beautiful creature. My friend agreed
to tell
me everything he found out.
Months passed,
and I had only learned that she was divorced, and about
seven years older than I. No one that I talked to knew if she
was
remarried ornot, or what her outside interests were.
My options were
limited. Everyone in the plant knew who I was, and,
quite frankly, I didn't have the best rep in the plant. I'm also
not
what most would call handsome. Although most of the women I'd
dated in
my single days, I am married, would have been rated 7.5 or higher,
I'm
sure they had reasons other than my looks. There's a line to
a song that
went "Pretty women out walking with gorillias down my street",
that fits
me fairly well. I'm also not "successful", or well
educated in the
classic sense, never having finished college. My chances of getting
her
into my life in any capacity seemed grim.
Fortune smiled
on me though. The project my friend was working on came
to an end, and a new team was being formed for the next one.
Shiang was
asked to interview those of us interested in working on it, but
I didn't
even apply. The day for the interviews came, and, to my surprize,
Shiang
herself came to me and asked if I wanted one of the positions!
I looked
into her eyes, dark jade green with gold hilights, and lost my
self.
I accepted the
position.
Over the next few
months of working together and chatting amicably, I
found out we have a great deal in common. She enjoyes reading,
historically based novels like "Shogun", oriental art,
and "erotic"
romance movies like "Bull Durham", and "9 1/2
We eks". She has a quick
wit and LOVES to use double entendre in everyday conversation.
She also
likes New Age music.
She likes hot moist
evenings, sitting in her yard in a simple
cottonjumper feeling the grass between her toes, fanning herself
gently
with a hand-made Japanese fan. It was her birthday the other
day. I gave
her a pair of origami lilies which I'd made. One was green, to
match the
eyes I shall never forget. The other, the same blue as the dress
she was
wearing the first time I saw her. I didn't tell her the significance
of
either. I did get enough courage to let her know that my feelings
for
her are not quite what you'd call simple co-worker friendship.
These days its
easy to scare women. There are a lot of crazy people out
there. Men that get so obssesed that they'd kill rather than
see the
object of their desires with another. So I'm going to have to
be extra
careful for a while. I don't want to scare her off. I'd rather
spend a
few minutes a day with her by my side than risk losing even that.
I dream of snuggling
up together in front of a fire on a cold January
day, her in a thick warm robe, I in a hand made silk smoking
jacket,
being warmed merely by her presence. We'd lie curled up together
on the
sofa, she reading the tale of a young peasent boy in love with
the
shogun's daughter, I some great philosophy.
She'd turn to me
and ask If I'd start a bath for her.
I'd rise and bowing
low, ask laughing "Is there any particular scent
M'lady would prefer on this f ine day?"
Turning her head
up to kiss me she'd reply smiling, "Lilac would be
nice."
I'd draw the bath
making sure I used some Lilac scented bath oil and
return to her to announce "Your bath is ready M'lady...
Is there
anything else M'lady requires? "
She'd rise and
answer, with a slight gleam in her golden green eyes, "A
massage would be nice afterward, and later if you're not too
tired..."
I'd put clean satin sheets on the bed, and lay out some oils
for the
requested massage. Then I'd go to the kitchen and open a bottle
of
auslese wine and cut some cheese and perhaps a bit of sausage.
I'd carry
the tray of snacks and wine along with two glasses to the bathroom
where
Shiang is drawing lazy circles on the surface of the water. Marvelling
stil l at her beauty I'd pour her a glass of wine and feed her
a tidbit
of cheese. We'd sit sipping the wine and talking about what we
were each
reading until the water in the tub began to cool. I'd help her
stand up
kissing her first on the hand, then gently on the mouth.
While I carry the
wine and cheese into the bedroom she'd towel herself
off. A moment later she'd appear in the doorway smiling and,
walking to
the bed allow the towel to slip sensuously to the floor. Lying
slowly on
the bed she'd tak e my hand and hold it to her breast.I feel
the beat of
her heart, and see the look of slight anticipation in her eyes.
The
scent of lilacs fill the air as I gently kiss her navel and slowly
nibble
and kiss my way up to her throat. Slowly, but firmly he r arms
encircle
me and she holds me as if the world was ending.
After an eternal
moment, I slowly press her down to the sheet and turn
her on to her stomach. I put a few drops of scented oil in my
hands
allowing it to warm. Starting with her feet I slowly, tenderly
work the
oil into her skin. Very slowly loving each moment I work my way
up.
Feet, calves, thighs. Her thighs slowly relax as my warm strong
touch
releases the tention in her. With a firm knowlegeable touch,
I work her
muscles and she moans a soft contented moan. Each inch brings
more
relaxation, and anticipation until the mixture of the two seems
almost
unbearable. Yet I continue slowly up her back gently kissing
every inch
as I proceed. There is no need for haste, we have eternity.
I turn her onto
her back, and kiss her once before again returning to
work again. Starting with her feet again moving ever so slowly
I massage
each toe. Her breathing slows and deepens. She is on the edge
of falling
asleep, but I know she will not. Still using the same snails
pace, I
work my way up each thigh, carefully brushing each erogenous
zone ever
so slightly to tease her. I am extra careful not to tickle her,
that
would break the spell I amweaving with my hands on her flesh.
I gently
caress her abdomen still kissing every inch as I proceed. I give
each
nipple a small flick with my tongue as I reach her small firm
breasts,
but I continue on working on every part of her as if it were
my whole
universe.
I allow her a few
moments of luxuriating in the other worldly
sensation that she has now.
Slowly, so I don't
disturb her revellry I lie next to her. Leaning over
her I kiss her soft full lips. Still moving slowly I kiss each
cheek,
each eyelid. I nib ble gently on her neck and earlobes, slowly
running
my tongue down to the spot half way between her breasts. Softly
I kiss
back and forth in an ever increasing line until I reach her nipples.
I
wrap my tongue around them as they spring to life, nibbling,
sucking,
biting. Suddenly she comes to life, wraping her arms around my
head,
holding me to her. She kisses my forehead and then lifts my face
to hers
and gives me a long, slow, deep, wet kiss.
My cock starts
to grow as she takes control of the situation. She rolls
me down onto my back and kisses me on my throat. Using the same
slow
deliberate pace, she kisses her way down to my chest, stoping
only once
to look longingly into my eyes. She nibbles on my nipples knowing
how
anxious she is making me.
She slowly returns
to my neck, while one hand moves towards my crotch.
As her hand reaches my cock, she again starts the slow kissing
down my
neck and chest.
She continues down,
until I feel her breath on my thighs. She pauses,
breathing on my cock to heighten my anticipation. As her mouth
closes on
my head, I grab her hips and pull her full on top of me. I smell
the
sweet fragrance of ther pussy, and delight in the sight. We still
move
slowly so as to lengthen the love making. She slowly caresses
the under
side of my penis with her lips as I enscribe a small oval around
her
lips with my tongue, just missing her clit. The ecxtasy is almost
unbearable. I quicken the pace just a bit as I slide the tip
of my
tongue in a line from her anus to her exposed love button. She
responds
by pushing herself against my face while just bearly scraping
my cock
with her teeth. I continue by gently parting her pussy lips with
the tip
of my tongue and slowly flattening it out to cover her completely.
We
abandon ourselves to full animal passion, each grinding the others
face
with our genitals.
After what seemed
to be hours, she pulls her head from my crotch,
bucking and moaning, pushing herself harder onto my face. I probe
my
tongue deeper into her love tunnel. Just as she shudders, she
quickly
pulls away from me and turns around. She impales her pussy on
my cock
riding me as if I werea horse and she wanted to win the Derby.
I lift us
up from the bed with my pecker still inside her and roll over
to the
superior position. Thrusting now as if my whole body is on fire
I ram my
cock into her. We are both ready to climax. I feel her muscles
start to
contract around my penis squeezing as if to milk every drop of
cum from
my body. My mind explodes into a miriad of stars as she wraps
her legs
around mine determined to hold on, her nails biting deeply into
the
flesh of my back. We cum together with rockets exploding in our
heads,
and fall asleep still entwined completely in each other.
... I stil feel
sorrow, for this will not be. At least not in this
incarnation. Perhaps in my next life, I will know her and love
her fully
as I want to now. For now I must be content to allow my eyes
to be
caressed by her beauty, my ears by the sibillant sound of her
voice, and
my nose by the scent of her perfume. |