Her face was exotic in the dim light coming through the grimy Hastings Street hotel windows. Oval with slitted Mongolian eyes. Long straight black hair flowing back over the cheap pillow cases. A flawless emerald in a cheap-ass setting.
We were naked together and between the sheets, having shed our clothes as we entered the room, peeling off and piling into the shabby single bed without a word. It was not our first time and we were past the initial shyness of first contact.
I was very aware of her body, a little belly showing that just made her more female, more human, more desirable than perfection could be, hard high breasts, tiny nipples. In defiance of the trend, her pussy was covered in thick wiry black hair, just above strong muscled legs that were currently intertwined with mine. She caught my eyes with that calm, inscrutable way she had.
"Think of your naughtiest fantasies," she said. "What would you do if you could do anything with me right now?"
"Hmmm." I said, thinking, and outside the rain started, drizzle beading up on the window glass and running rivulets down the panes. Cars swooshed by in the street outside.
"Come on," she coaxed, eyes never leaving mine, "what would you do with me? Would you turn me over and fuck me in my little Asian ass? Would you want to watch me with another man, sucking his cock, letting him do me?"
I leaned back on the faded pillow, watching her eyes. Her hands had brought my cock to full attention and I could feeling the building pressure , desire mounting. She continued to stroke me, waiting for an answer, her hands moving steadily on me, slow and unhurried.
I considered the choices. It wasn't often you had someone open to anything, any perversion or new experience. Someone who would not judge you or end it with you because of some forbidden desire you secretly harbored. Would I like to see another man fucking her? Sliding into her heat and wetness? My cock grew bigger and harder at the thought, filling her hand and I knew she noticed. Her eyes sparkled and she patiently waited for an answer, watching me closely.
I thought about her bum, tight, muscular and small. I could picture her in my mind, naked and kneeling on the bed, head down and ass raised for me, all of her lovely, hairy sex exposed to my eyes, her puckered brown asshole waiting for me to violate. A small moan escaped my lips.
"Oh, think of something?" she said, her hands tightening on my dick... her eyes never leaving mine.
"I love your ass, I said. "I'd love to be in your asshole, to take you from behind like a dog fucking his bitch. But its not what I'm thinking of."
Outside the rain was picking up, and the wind was blowing gusts that rattled wetly against the window. Not a night when you wanted to be outside.
Her lips twitched and she returned to her light stroking of my now very rigid member. I was moving slightly with the rhythm, back and forth between the sheets, sexual tension building relentlessly. I could feel heat radiating from her naked body, legs possessively wrapped around mine while she leaned back slightly, apart, waiting for me to answer her before she gave herself fully to me, before coming against me, and I wanted the comfort of her sweet breasts against me and her arms around me. This woman could speak volumes with just her body... could make a man do anything she wanted.
"Tell me." she urged.
