Yvonne Tastes China Day 2

Author's Note: All characters are over the age of 18. This story is a work of fiction. Please do not republish on other platforms without my express permission.

This took longer than I thought because I completely changed the second half. Sorry for the delay!

Constructive criticism welcomed. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!!

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After her extracurricular activities from the day before, Yvonne Strahovski needed some downtime. She really wanted to explore all that nature had to offer here in China so she signed up for a little jungle tour. Since it was going to be pretty warm, she opted for a simple sundress this time.

Truth be told, she was still a little sore. She feels a bit embarrassed as she thinks of the homeless man's penis and how he got her off so easily. At most, the guys she'd been with managed to last long enough for two orgasms, but that bum gave her three!

She shakes her head. Now wasn't the time for such filthy thoughts! There was an excursion to enjoy. Despite her condition, Yvonne easily kept up with the guide thanks to her regular cardio. The other tourists weren't doing so well as they had to frequently stop and wait for them to catch up.

Luckily, none of the Western tourists recognized her because she had on some large sunglasses and her long hair was hidden under a ball cap. She made sure they weren't too expensive looking as to not draw too much attention. Yet, she caught the eyes of the men in the group who unsuccessfully tried to hide their wandering eyes. She thought it was amusing how they would do this right next to their wives like they were being sneaky. It seemed like last night had lit a fire in her because the actress walked with a sway in her hips. She would occasionally stretch her arms upwards, pushing her chest forward, showing off her flexible body. Even the tour guide was sporting a tent in his pants which he attempted to hide with his map. Damn, she was having too much fun.

It was getting late in the day and Yvonne wanted to see the other side of the river. However, at their sluggish pace, she feared they wouldn't make it. She asked the guide and he confirmed her suspicions, saying they were about to turn back soon. He could see she wanted to explore more so he gave her directions to a local boat guy who could ferry her across. Thanking him, she went on her way, but not before lowering her sunglasses and giving him a flirtatious wink.

The boat was easy to find along the shoreline. It was tethered to a wooden pole and was currently attended to by a man with shoulder-length grey hair who was washing the hull.

He must have heard her approaching because he stops what he is doing and looks towards her. The man was probably in his seventies, having a leathery face which was tanned and worn from the sun. He was just as small as the other Chinese men in the city, but he had a vitality about him as a result of his profession. The man takes the towel around his neck and pats his face.

"Hello! That's a nice boat you have there."

"Er...boat...yes. You sail?" He replies in broken English with a smile.

She raises an eyebrow, but realizes it was probably a bit much for her to expect someone in the Chinese countryside to know perfect English. At least he could communicate. It was best to keep it simple.

"Um...Ming. Do you know Ming? The tour guide?"

His eyes light up as he nods. "Uh, yes! Ming...Ming! Tour, yes. F-friend!"

"Yeah, that's right. Ming...he said you-" Yvonne starts as she points at him then at herself. "-help me. Sail across."

The man's eyes follow her index finger to the other shoreline.

He then looks at her and nods vigorously. "Ah, yes, yes! I-I help you! Sail. I good! Come...come!"

The little man shuffles to the boat and stretches out his arms, inviting her to hop on.

"Ah, thank you."

She approaches and he gently takes her hand as she steps onto the wooden vessel. It was a basic boat and she briefly wondered if it could hold them, but her sailor looked trustworthy enough. If he was confident in his abilities, then she would believe him. Yvonne takes her seat across from him as the man takes the two paddles and begins to row.

The wildlife and fauna were teeming with life and she really enjoyed taking it all in. In fact, she didn't even realize they were halfway across the lake when she feels an intense gaze on her. There was no one around so there was only one person. Yvonne glances out of the corner of her eye at the old man who was clearly gawking at her. Specifically, her legs.

She was seated where her body was facing the right side. The position had the secondary effect of raising the hem of her dress to give him a rather great view of her toned calves.

A mischievous part of her, which had only grown more emboldened from yesterday's activities, was tempted to tease him. She saw that he didn't have a ring on him. Maybe he was a widower or a lifelong bachelor. Whatever the case, he probably hadn't seen much action recently. Maybe she could have some fun here.

She pretends to stretch her body upwards as she yawns, pushing out her chest and legs. The boat was small enough for her to reach across and run her bare foot up his clothed leg.

"Oh!"

His rowing rhythm is interrupted as he briefly stops moving.

"Hm? Is there something wrong?" She asks with a coy smile.

The man stutters as he looks down and up at her several times. His mouth was agape, but no coherent sounds came out. She was amused at his confusion and decides to tease him further.

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just stretching my legs. The view is just beautiful, wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh...yes...yes!" The man replies as his small eyes trail up her winding, tanned leg, still thinking she hadn't seen him.

She hears him gasp as her legs part a couple of inches. The heat rises to her cheeks as she realizes he could probably see a hint of her pink panties. Yvonne bites her lips. What if she decided to go commando today? How would he react to seeing her pussy? He would likely cum on the spot!

The Hollywood actress then moves her body, pretending to try and get a look at something in the distance. Meanwhile, her left foot glides up to his crotch.

"Wow, the waters are surprisingly turbulent!" Yvonne exclaims, acting as if she were losing her balance so she could rub the front of his pants.

He groans lowly as he hunches over. "Ooohhh! P-please!"

"Hm? Oh, poor thing! Does it hurt?" She asks, feigning ignorance, as she looks at him. "Do you want me to help you out?"

He looks up with his mouth agape. "H-help? You...h-help?"

"Yes! Help. I'm sure you wouldn't mind. He certainly doesn't!" Her right foot was now overtly pressing along his throbbing cock. She could feel the heat radiating through his pants.

Yvonne glances behind and sees that they were about fifteen minutes from land. "Ah, I guess I'll have to speed things up."

She was still a novice at this so it took her a couple of minutes to fish out his cock from his pants. It was a bit small and wrinkled, but the touch of her lower digits was bringing it back to life.

"Mmm, not bad..." Yvonne mutters, trying to be nice. She wasn't expecting it to be a thing of beauty, but it was definitely unkempt. As her right foot rubs the side of his length, her left foot attempts to massage his balls...which were very hairy.

Her efforts were a bit clumsy since she was an amateur, yet the old man was enjoying it as his eyes flutter. He lets out some low groans as she raises her left foot to sandwich his member between her soles. Despite how bad it looked, the situation itself was what made it hot for her. She was just using her feet and was responding so strongly.

He lets out a pained howl and she decides to end his suffering. Yvonne uses her big toes to strategically apply pressure as she strokes him up and down.

"Ho...hah..."

Sensing his incoming release, she redoubles her efforts as the boat rocks from their movements. The old man had stopped rowing at this point and he lifts his hip an inch above his seat as he tries to thrust between her feet. The blonde woman then stimulates the head of his cock with her big toe by circling around the ridge.

That does the trick because the man lets out a ragged cry as he throws his pelvis sharply up into the air. His load flies into the air, landing on her feet and on the wooden boards. She was staring at her feet which were glistening with his cum. The first thought that entered her mind was how much he let loose and how erotic it looked. A sudden noise awakes her from her reverie. They had made it to shore.

Yvonne chuckles to herself as she sees the man leaning back, stunned from their little session. She dips her feet into the water then puts on her sandals and begins to walk. The actress pauses and looks back saying, "I'll be back."

He gives a light groan which she interprets as an acknowledgment. It was a fun little adventure and Yvonne could still feel the adrenaline in her veins. It was one thing to fool around in a dark alleyway, but to do that so out in the open...

She swears when she realizes her panties were soaked! Looking around, she quickly pulls it down and throws it into the bushes. Not the most eco friendly disposal, maybe it could be a lucky little gift for a scavenger. The woman sighs contentedly as she feels the fresh air between her legs.

"Ah, better. Much better! Now, let's get on with it!"

Yvonne had a great time touring the rest of the sights and taking in all that China had to offer. It was all so fascinating to her and she took a lot of pictures for later.

She garnered a lot of attention from the locals, many of whom acted like they'd never seen an American woman in the flesh. They likely didn't even know she was a Hollywood actress, yet they treated her like one as they asked to pose for pictures. Who was she to refuse such eager requests?

Many of them were short so when they placed their arms around her, their hands would inevitably land on her waist. Yvonne tried not to dwell too much on the fact that she was commando, but just their proximity was making her a bit randy. There was only a thin material separating their hands from her skin.

She would pretend to shift her legs to rub her thighs together. This only made her more antsy as she had to bite back her mewls of pleasure. There was no way she could stay here for too long. The boat guy was waiting for her. She excuses herself, claiming the heat was getting to her and the locals waved enthusiastically as she left.

Yvonne straightens her dress and she sees the old man. He looks up as she approaches and bows.

"Hello."

"Hi, sorry it took so long! I was a bit tied up back there! Thank you for waiting!"

"Oh, yes...I wait...I wait for you..."

She smiles and takes his hand as he helps her onto the boat. The sun was beginning to set and Yvonne was transfixed as she took in the beautiful landscape which looked even more intriguing with the limited lighting. Meanwhile, he was back to staring at her.

This time she had a chance to really give him a proper view. He did wait for her to come back and it wouldn't hurt if she accidentally parted her legs, right? Yvonne stretches her body like she did before, but this time, her limbs are spread like a starfish.

The actress takes her sweet time as her body twists and turns. When she finishes, Yvonne is pleased to see his eyes were glued to her legs. No, that wasn't right. His gaze was a bit too high. She looks down and realizes her dress had ridden up higher than she thought.

Yvonne was about to cover herself, but stopped to look at him. She wanted to see how he would react. The old man wasn't even rowing as his small eyes were squinting, trying to take in every fine detail. It takes him a few seconds before he realized she was looking at him. He lets out a yelp and falls to his knees in front of her. His head was to the floorboard as he shakes it from side to side, vigorously expressing his contrition.

"Oh no! Sorry! Sorry! I...I very sorry!"

She could see he was distraught so her hand grasped his chin to lift his head.

"Relax. I'm not mad." Yvonne smiles warmly down at him. "I think you like what you saw right?"

He wasn't sure how to respond as his eyes look away. "Oh...um..."

"Be honest or...do I have to ask your little friend for his opinion?" She says lightly as her left foot moves up to graze his thigh. He lets out a low sigh, but seems unsure of how to answer.

The actress decides to push his buttons and reaches down to pull up her dress. "Tongue-tied? Maybe you need a closer look."

He takes a furtive glance and gasps. The old man just stares as his eyes widen. She felt the butterflies in her stomach, yet her hands didn't move. The exposure wasn't just of her body, yet she felt like she needed this...this vulnerability. She was sure he would appreciate it.

He was glassy-eyed and with him kneeling like that, it almost looked like he was in worship. Almost like she was an Egyptian goddess. The longer this went on, the more confident she felt. Yvonne wanted to test this newfound power and for him to prove his devotion.

"Why don't you come a little closer?"

"Oh..."

He was still hesitant despite her inviting posture. The man must have some inhumane self-restraint because any guy in America would jump at the opportunity to get a closer look, at least touch. Yvonne felt her pride sting a little as he just stayed there. Being a vixen was a bit more complicated than she thought. She probably had to just take the initiative.

"Ok, how about..." She bends down to take his left index finger. "...you have a feel?"

He doesn't resist as she places the tip of his finger on the folds of her lower lips. Yvonne pauses for a second in case he had second thoughts, but the man's mouth just drops. That was a much better reaction. Now, it was time to guide him.

She lets him feel all around without inserting it inside. It wouldn't do to rush the skittish man. He coos and groans, but he makes no attempts to stop her. His fascination led her to believe this was his first time doing this. What a shame! Living for seventy years and never giving oral sex... They really were sheltered out here.

Yvonne gently inserts his finger and gasps at the sensation. She'd primed herself with all the foreplay so this simple act sent shivers down her spine. The older man just looks on with awe and shakes either with nervousness or anticipation.

"Ooooh, that's it. Do you like that?"

He looks up at her and stammers, "Oh...oh, yes! Yes! You...very...very soft!"

Yvonne was pleased and moved his fingers even faster, using it like a dildo. His finger was a bit small, but the callouses made up for it as it stimulated her soft walls. It was not enough for her to get off, but it will have to do. Soon, she feels him move at his own pace and he speeds up his movements.

"There you go...keep doing that. You're doing a great job!" Yvonne hums lowly.

The old man then withdraws his finger suddenly and looks at the wet finger. He then brings it to his thin lips furtively as he tastes it.

Her eyes widen at the bold move. "Wow, you actually...how does it taste?"

"Good...very...good...sweet." He replies slowly.

"Is that right? Well, there's more where that came from."

She reaches down and opens her pussy lips, exposing her pink walls. The old man moans desperately as he gets on all fours. It seems the small taste of her nectar left him wanting for more. He crawls like a puppy and places his wrinkled hands on her thighs.

Yvonne feels a lump in her throat as he leans forward. She was a bit worried about how his wispy little mustache would feel. Yet that quickly disappears as soon as his mouth touches her pussy.

"Mmmm, that's it! Get...get in there!"

The man was still reticent, but she grabbed the back of his head and pressed him forward. With no choice of escape, he begins to move his mouth like a fish. At least that was what it felt like for her.

"There you go..."

She was so turned on at this point that his amateur movements were actually getting her off. His whiskers were a concern, but now they felt great as they tickled her growing clitoris.

"Oh, that's it...use your tongue more..."

He does as she instructs and she gasps, feeling the wetness between her legs grow.

"Yes! Hold it...hold it..."

Yvonne uses his tongue like a dildo, pushing it in and out. This was a lot better than his finger! She lets out a frustrated groan. It still wasn't penetrating deep enough.

However, his instincts kick in as he moves up and down like he was nodding his head. His mouth runs along her lips while his tongue stimulates her walls. She bucks her hips as his facial hair pricks her sensitive clit.

"Oh! Ah! Fuck...j-just like that!"

The sun had mostly set at this point, but an onlooker from the shore could see the blonde actress undulating her hips as her fingers grasped the sides of the boat. The boat man's gray head of hair would be visible too as it bobbed between her legs relentlessly. He then grows bold enough to swirl his tongue like a funnel which makes her groan as her legs kick up from the pleasure.

Her head was leaning back as she closed her eyes, trying not to be too noisy as he got into it. The old fellow was really eager and his energy made her excited.

"Oh, shit! I'm gonna...c-cum! Aaaaaaaaahhh!"

Yvonne's eyes roll up as her body shakes. The orgasm was more intense than she bargained for and her back arches as she lets out a loud yelp. She was hyperventilating as her body calmed down after a few minutes. Her mind was racing as her legs pushed her back into a seated position. The boat gently rocks as the old man returns to rowing.

She smooths her dress as they approach the shore, but not before spotting a small puddle of white liquid where he had been kneeling. A smile adorns her face. Looks like he got off too. Once they arrive, he helps her out and bows lowly. Yvonne grasps his hands affectionately and leans in.

"Thank you for the ride and...the treat. Here, for your troubles." She says as she hands him some extra bills.

He gives her a nervous, but toothy smile as he bows profusely, thanking her. Yvonne left there, glad she was able to enjoy the tour.

Unfortunately, it was later than she realized and there weren't a lot of cabs around. The best and most direct route was a rather run down train station. It wasn't preferable, but it would have to do. Walking home was out of the question.

Yvonne lets out an exasperated sigh as she sees how full it was.

"You have got to be kidding me! What's going on here?"

Many of the people here didn't speak English which made her wish she'd learned some basic words and phrases. Finally, there was a tourist who knew the language. He told her there had been a festival going on the past few days and now people were rushing to get back home. It was going to be a long wait with a crowd this big so they just talked.

He recognized her immediately by the way his eyes lit up. However, he didn't seem fazed with his new knowledge. Strangely enough, he was here on business as well. He'd been getting some shots for his upcoming movie. When she told him of her plight, he smiles and gives her his card.

He glances at the arriving train car and says, "Ah, that is my ride. I absolutely cannot miss this appointment. There is one more train coming in ten minutes. You should take that one. No use being packed like a sardine, eh?"

She gratefully takes the card. "Thank you, David. I'll do that. And I'll touch base with you once this is all over with."

"Good, good! You are a very talented actress, Ms. Strahovski. Enjoy the rest of your time here."

He waves at her as the door closes. Yvonne was glad there was someone she could speak with to pass the time. In fact, she hadn't even noticed how much the crowd had dwindled. Her little adventure with the boat man weighed on her mind and how exciting it was. Just the thought that someone could be watching them...