I woke to a pleasant, wet feeling between my legs and a sound I can only describe as purring. I smiled and reached down, caressing Lynn's hair as she lay between my legs, sucking on my cock slowly and gently. She smiled up at me, twirling her tongue around the tip of the head.
"Rise and shine, my sexy man," she cooed. "We've got a full day ahead of us..."
As if it somehow emphasized her point, she now turned herself around, facing away from me and kneeling over my hips. She took hold of my shaft and guided it inside her waiting pussy, which took it all in greedily as she sank down slowly, moaning in pleasure.
I watched as she rocked back and forth on my cock, the now glistening rod sliding in and out of her, an intoxicating sight. I massaged her ass cheeks while she squirmed on me, teasing her little knot but not putting any fingers inside in case she was still tender from the night before. She shivered and giggled at my playfulness, squeezing her pussy around me.
Neither of us lasted long and we shuddered and came together, with Lynn finally laying back on me, my cock still inside her while she stared at the ceiling, sighing contentedly. My hands reached up and cupped her breasts gently, caressing them.
"Mmmmmm," she purred. "Could there be a more perfect way to wake up?"
"Until I figure out how to clone you, no." I said, giving her boobs a squeeze and making her giggle. "So what got you up so early?"
"That magnificent cock, of course," she said simply. "I don't feel complete unless I have it in me somewhere."
I smiled and tilted my hips a little, pushing myself a little father inside her. Lynn trembled and nodded. "Yes, my love, that's exactly what I needed. All day, every day, I am addicted."
Lynn tried to move but then gasped as my cock accidentally sprung out of her, moving like a whip and then we heard a spattering sound as some of my cum hit the opposite wall. Lynn began giggling uncontrollably, to the point where tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"I can't wait to try and explain that to the management," I muttered, slowly rising.
"Oh, pish," she said playfully, kneeling on the bed and looking at me. "We were lucky they didn't give us a room with a dead Chinese hooker in the mattress."
"That probably would have turned you on." I said, smirking as I rose from the bed. Lynn crawled over and took hold of my cock, sucking it dry and making sure not another drop of my cum was wasted. I stretched and walked over to the window, pulling back the drapes. Through the iron bars I saw the broad, dark bricks of the neighbouring building, not six feet away.
"Helluva view," Lynn commented, still kneeling on the bed. "But you were right, this was amazing fun. I've never stayed anywhere like this in my life. It felt so... dangerous somehow, even though I knew I was safe with you."
"Well, we can always stay here again if the mood takes us," I pointed out. "Whaddya say, a quick shower and then breakfast before we get underway with our itinerary?"
"We'd better shower separately or it won't be quick," Lynn admitted. "I'm not feeling terribly in control this morning and I
do
really want to get underway..."
I nodded agreeably and showered, with Lynn sitting naked on the toilet and watching me. I then watched as she washed up and we dried and got dressed, somehow managing to keep our hands off one another. I packed up our luggage and began hauling it out the door. Lynn tarried a few moments to take more pictures, something she loved to do so that she would never forget anything.
I was taking our luggage down the narrow flight of stairs when Lynn stopped me suddenly.
"I almost forgot..." she said in a hushed tone. She stood on the landing of the third floor, looked around for a moment and then hiked up her skirt, revealing she was pantiless. She squatted and peed hurriedly, making me shake my head and chuckle while she filmed it on her camera and kept up a quiet commentary.
We checked out a few minutes later, the girl behind the counter trying to stare at Lynn's amazing body without being obvious. The girl knew I spoke Cantonese and looked at me with interest.
"Sorry about the noise down the hallway from you," she said apologetically in her own tongue. "Those people won't be back, I promise."
"Pity, they provided an interesting ambiance for our evening." I said cheerfully.
"And also I was informed by another room that there was a white woman walking naked around the hallways," she added. "Would you know anything about that?"
"If you have other white women in the building you might want to ask them," I replied, shrugging. "I can account for my white woman and her happenings."
It wasn't a lie, just more of a non-answer. The girl seemed to accept this and nodded. "I hope you have a great day."
We exited the hotel and headed back to the parking lot where her van awaited. We packed away our luggage and then set out to find breakfast in Chinatown. It was only just nine in the morning and there was some time before the shops opened. Lynn seemed to like cream buns, so I took her to a bakery where we sat and had buns and tea for breakfast. Lynn kept rubbing her foot up and down my leg while smirking mischievously, garnering stares from the other patrons. Lynn clearly didn't mind.
We went back out into the neighbourhood, which was now bustling with bodies. People steered clear of us and we had a relatively easy time navigating the street. The first place I took her to was the tailor shop I intended to have make her
cheongsam
. We were greeted by a matronly Chinese woman with a stern gaze, her hair threaded with gray and wearing a Western-style pantsuit. I explained to her in Cantonese what we wanted and she assessed Lynn's body analytically, her gaze trailing up and down.
"That is a tall order," she said in accented English. "She is not exactly built the way a traditional girl is."
"But can you do it and make it look great?" I asked. "So Seng Tailors downtown already quoted me that they can do it by Tuesday."
Her eyes flashed and met mine at the mention of a shop that was apparently a rival to her. "We most certainly can," she declared haughtily. "If you have the money."
I nodded. "I believe your standard rate is five hundred for a custom fitting?"
