The sun was setting when I arrived at Liu's apartment. I had told her that I might drop by, but I had not made a definite plan. Thus, it was understandable that, when she opened her door, she was casually dressed and that both she and her small apartment were in a state of mild disarray. As she often did, she was wearing a multi-layered outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a loosely fitted, short sleeved sweater over a cotton T-shirt. However, her general appearance indicated that it had not received the attention which she usually gave it. In particular, her hair had not been combed, her shirt was untucked, and her face had the slightly puffy look of a face which has not been scrubbed after a nap. The state of her apartment was comparable to that of her person. Clothes were strewn over its scant furnishings, and dishes were piled unwashed in the sink.
Nonetheless, Liu showed no signs of embarrassment about and offered no apologies for the unkempt state of either herself or her abode. Instead, she welcomed me into her apartment, clearing a path for us through the mess and then dumping clothes off a chair so that I could sit down. When I was seated, Liu took up a position directly in front of me and leaned forward until her face was inches from my own. Apparently oblivious to the view of her unfettered breasts which her position afforded me, she smiled into my face and said,
"I am glad that you found time to visit me at my home. As you can see, I was not sure whether you would come and made no preparations lest you did. What you have before you is me in my natural habitat, no frills and no excuses. The only question is what we are going to do now that you are here. We have two options. The first is to continue the game of cat and mouse which we have been playing at the office. The second is to find out whether the cat and mouse find each other as fascinating when they are free to act on their inclinations as they do when have to curb those inclinations. In that we already know what it entails, the first option is the safer one. It carries with it no danger of damaging what has been an innocent, if somewhat frustrating, dalliance which we have both enjoyed. The second is simultaneously more intriguing and more daunting. The fascination may dissolve when exposed to intimacy, and, even if it survives, the nature of our relationship would be irreparably altered. My ambivalence prevents me from making a decision, and so, like myriads of women before me, I will defer to your better judgment.''
Liu's words took me surprise. I had always known that she was well aware of her own role in our game and had interpreted her active participation as evidence that she enjoyed it as much as I. Indeed, this was not the first time that she had less than covertly treated me to a glimpse of her breasts. On the other hand, it never occurred to me that Liu had any intention of allowing our flirtation to be anything more than that: an indulgence in puppy love by a couple of people to whom the term "puppy'' no longer applies. For one thing, she is much younger than I. Secondly, and perhaps more relevant, I have a wife and she has a boyfriend, albeit one who was living elsewhere at the time. Under these circumstances, there was little or no chance that a one night stand would evolve into a more lasting arrangement. Thirdly, I am honest enough to realize that my physical attributes are insufficient to impel an attractive, intelligent young woman, less than half my age, to invite me into her bed. Thus, from her perspective, I saw nothing for her to gain other than a opportunity to satisfy her libido.
It was only after I had reached this conclusion that I realized that the same line of reasoning applied to me. Other than satisfy my curiosity about the details of the two cones of flesh which she had before and was once again exposing to me, what had I to gain from joining her under her rumpled sheets? In fact, when I thought about it, even the origin of my curiosity seemed a bit odd. Liu's were neither the first nor the most beautiful pair of breasts which I had encountered. On the contrary, not only her bust but her entire body is far from the curvaceous, feminine ideal which my childhood indoctrination had taught me to seek in a woman. Her Asian genes have endowed her with a elegant, nearly boyish frame, devoid of the sumptuous excess which I had learned to admire and many of her western sisters possess. At the same time, I understood that my attraction to her was a consequence of the difference between her and the other women whom I had known. I was charmed not only by the elegance of her figure but also by her personality. Without any of the edge which I had come to associate with the feminist model of "a strong woman,'' Liu can comfortably hold her ground in any conversation. She is willing to employ feminine wiles when she deems them appropriate, but she does not rely on them and knows that, in the end, it is the power of her intellect which will win the day. In a sense, her personality is a perfect match for her body: both are strong and neither diminishes her appeal as a woman.
With these conflicting thoughts rushing through my mind, I addressed the question which Liu had left hanging in the air.
"Liu, you know all too well my attraction to you. Leaning over me the way that you are, you are fully cognizant of the mesmerizing effect that your breasts are having on me. When you have shown them to me in the past, you could be sure that I would only stare at them, but now you are inviting, even challenging, me to go further. How much further neither of us knows. I am sorely tempted to take you in my arms and ravage you. That would obviate the need for thought and would relieve us of the burden of making more decisions. But it would also reduce our potentially beautiful union to an act of bestial carnality, one which, satisfying as we might find it for the moment, would destroy the distinctly human attachment which we have had heretofore. For this reason, I propose that we proceed incrementally. Suppose we start by having you complete the exposure of your breasts.''
Maintaining eye contact all the while, Liu dropped her hands to her waist, grasped the bottom edge of her sweater and shirt, and, while her torso performed a feline undulation, slid them up her body to reveal the expanse of tawny flesh which they had been hiding. With an innate sense of how to maximize the sensual impact of what she was doing, she prolonged the baring of her breasts, teasingly letting the hem of her sweater play a game of hide and seek as it passed over them and then pausing a moment with her sweater and shirt bunched around her neck before lifting them over her head. After dropping them on the floor, she shook her head until her hair was symmetrically flowing over her shoulders and then placed her hands on the arms of my chair so that I would be blatantly confronted by what she had just revealed.
Staring at me were Liu's nipples. As I had anticipated, her breasts are rather small, but they are nicely shaped and well suited to her diminutive frame. What I had not anticipated is either the size of her aereolae or the prominence of her nipples. Her aereolae are a dark, reddish brown and at least an inch in diameter. In addition, because her breasts taper to a point, her aereolae do not lie flat but instead cover a portion of the conical surface which they adorn. Fully erect and succulently full, her nipples emerge from the center of each aureola. Like an infant responding to the sight of his mother's teats, I felt a strong urge to suckle at Liu's beckoning breasts. However, I resisted that urge and instead brought my hands forward to cup each dangling cone in my palms. As I palpated the firm orbs which I held, her rigid nipples grazed against rough surface of my hands and seemed to grow. Pleased by their response, I systematically but gently bent them back and forth, eliciting mewing sounds of pleasure from their owner.
I continued this mutually tantalizing form of stimulation for several minutes until Liu straddled my legs and, without disengaging my hands, moved toward me, lowered herself onto my legs so that she was sitting on my thighs with her knees resting on the seat and her crotch nestling against my own. Inspired by their proximity and curious to find out just how large I could make them grow, I released my hold on her breasts and positioned my hands so that I could hold her turgid nipples in my finger tips. Applying sufficient pressure to prevent their escape, I began a slow milking of her teats. Starting at the base, I repeatedly rolled my fingers along the stalk of each nipple, on each cycle stretching them to their full length and holding them there for several moments before beginning again. My efforts were soon rewarded. In an obvious attempt to augment the intensity of her experience, Liu responded to the pull on her nipples by leaning back at the same time as I was drawing her nipples in the opposite direction, and during the brief intervals when, through our cooperative effort, they were fully extended, she threw her head back and emitted a sigh of carnal satisfaction.
Knowing that her nipples would become sore if we continued too long, after a couple of minutes I relinquished my hold on them and placed my hands on her shoulders.
"In order to take the next step, you are going to have to unbutton your jeans and expose your lower belly to me. I am a great admirer of the entire female anatomy, not just the apparatus which produces milk. I suspect that you have a beautifully curved belly, but I want to confirm my suspicion. If it meets with my approval, I would like to spend some time exploring its contours.''
A little confused by my request but not averse to finding out where it would lead, Liu dropped her hands and prized open the buttons which had been holding her jeans shut. Unconvinced that the resulting exposure was adequate, before resuming her position, she raised her hips high enough to slide the jeans down and leave only her panties covering her lower belly. There are few sights which give me greater pleasure than that of a rounded but firm female belly. What pleases me about it are the competing attributes which give it its beauty. On the one hand, it is designed to accommodate the imposition put upon it while carrying an child. Thus, it should have the shape of an inverted bowl which swells from the waist, making a horizontal ledge for her navel to sit on, and narrows as it passes her hips and approaches her pelvis. At the same time, it should have sufficient musculature to maintain its melon-like curvature. Few woman achieve such a stomach, but Liu's is as close to ideal as I have ever seen. Besides its pleasing shape, the appeal of her stomach comes from the color of her skin. Unlike Caucasian women, whose lower bellies are likely to be pallid and devoid of color, the skin covering Liu's has a lovely texture and delicious tone. If her abdominal region has any imperfections, they result her overall diminutive size: her upper torso and pelvic saddle are simply too small to produce the sort of dramatic dip which is responsible for a wasp waist. Nonetheless, whatever its defects, Liu's was a belly with which I wanted to become better acquainted.
