In was dark in the small bar as we walked in. Three foreigners in a strange place like China. Never knowing what to expect. There was not much going on inside except for some locals drinking and singing "Karaoke". That's a big thing over here. Using a microphone to sing the words to the song as they appear on a screen.
It looked dull as we walked in and sat down. Then the girls came from everywhere. Each of us was grabbed by at least one of the girls and ushered to a table.
We ordered beer and tried to make small talk with the girls. Just our luck, they only spoke Chinese with maybe for a little broken English thrown in. But I guess in a place like that, who needs any to talk.
We must have set there for three hours before we started getting tipsy. Not drunk, just having a good time. Even singing. Trying to be inconspicuous, I slipped my hand around the back of each girl sitting on either side of me. Might as well check and see just how far I could go without getting into trouble. I continued my journey around their backs, under their tops and finally slowly snaking my hand into the side of their bras.
From the outside, they looked like they might have some nice tits but once you were inside, you find that they all wear bras that feel like they were made from some sort of bullet proof material. Once inside, my hand cupped each ones breast and found it to be about the size of a lemon with a small nipple perched on top. For a tit man like myself, this was almost a culture shock. Built more like a teenager's body than that of a 28 year old woman. The more I rubbed and pinched their nipples, the harder they became.
I slowly removed my hand and drank some more beer before leaning forward and slid my hand up their stocking covered legs. The pantyhose are thick here during the Winter time. I mean they are more like long-johns. Slowly I proceeded upwards. Still, with very little resistance from the girls. On top of their thighs, I stopped and slowly, sensuously rubbed their legs. Really unsure what the reaction would be when I continued my journey to the promised land. Or would I even want the "land" after I got there?
I moved my hand slightly until I was rubbing their stomachs. Gently, I massaged them and then steadily shoved my hand down until it covered their crotch. They both set up right and looked back over their shoulders to see if anyone was watching. Then turning back, they each wrapped their arms through mine, laying their heads on my shoulder, hugging me to them as I continued to stroke them.
"Ughhhhhhhhh," the one on my left moaned as her legs clamped on my hand.
Damn, surely she didn't have an orgasm. I hadn't done anything yet. Of course in my intoxicated condition, I was just about ripe enough to try anything. So throwing caution to the wind, I inched my hand back up their stomachs and using my fingers, I pulled the waist band of their pantyhose down and slid my hands back inside, between their legs.
Again they both stiffened and looked back behind at the bar. Convinced no one was paying any attention, they relaxed somewhat. Down, down, down I slid my hand. I had always heard that the Chinese women had very little body hair. Setting right on top of their slit was a top knot of thick hair. I slid my fingers into their slits. The lips of their cunts were completely barren of all hair. Slick, like they had just shaved it. The one on my left that had moaned earlier was wetter than hell. My fingers becoming slick from her juice and slid in easily. I pulled back out and started to rub her clit. She moaned again and shook, digging her nails into my arm and pulling me harder against her.
The one on the right was dryer and it took a bit to get her juices flowing. Then she let out with what was definitely a fake moan and gasp. Still I continued to massage her. She was definitely a pro at this. Letting me hear what she thought I wanted to hear. The moaning, the gasping. It was almost comical.
The girl on my left kept having one orgasm after another. Definitely nothing fake about her. Her pantyhose as well as my hand was completely soaked. Finally unable to tolerate my rubbing she inched forward until her ass was just hanging on the edge of the chair and spread her legs a little. I slid my hand down and pushed two fingers up into her. She moaned into my ear.
"Yesssssssssssss," she moaned.
English! She said that in English. Not a word of it until now. Things seem to be looking up a little.
I turned my head towards her and instantly our lips met. At first just a bird type kiss. Since the Chinese aren't really into the Western way of doing things, this was typical. I moved my fingers in her again and her mouth opened. I quickly ran my tongue in past her lips. Her eyes flew open but she didn't pull away. Soon she was kissing me back with the same intensity. God, she was hot! Then she came again. Slumping back against the seat back I slid my hand from her. I lifted my hand, as she watched and licked the juice from them. The look of surprise on her face proved to me that this young lady was not a pro. She got up and left.
I thought, "boy, you really blew that one."
The girl on the right had kept up her fake moaning but was still wet. I thought I'd try something different with her. Sliding my hand farther down, I let my finger slide over her asshole. When she felt my finger there, she looked at me hard for a minute. She then leaned over and gave me the a big open mouthed kiss. She damn sure didn't learn that from watching TV. The tip of my finger gently nudged up into her ass. Now her gasping and moaning were for real.
I felt her tighten her legs on my wrist and then her hands grabbed my arm as she moaned. She stiffened and shuddered. That one was for real. Even for a pro, it was for real. As she relaxed, I removed her hand.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, then two arms encircled my neck. It was the first girl again. Snuggling into my neck, she said, "I Love You." Those three words that scare the hell out of a guy, especially in a situation like this.
Completely caught off guard, I mumbled something and she came around and sat back down beside me. In her broken English she tried to make me understand.
"You, only one girl," she said pleadingly.
I looked from her to the other and back again. How do you choose? I know I will and I know which one, but for the time being, I think I will let them vie for me, a while longer. Bad, huh!
