Part I
A few years ago, when I was 25, I moved to China for work, beginning in early spring. As part of my contract, on the first year I would attend a language center in the morning and do my job in the afternoon. Because of the difficulties of making friends, I developed a nice tight friendship with my two other classmates: Zee and Sung-Min.
Zee was a 27 y/o Thai girl, with a darker skin color. She had long, wavy and thick hair, round face and a big and kind smile, and for an Asian girl, wide hips, giving her a distinctive plumb, round ass, complemented by a tiny waist and a flat stomach. Her breasts were larger than the average Chinese woman, showing large perky nipples when cold.
The other girl, Sung-Min was a 23 y/o Korean girl, who had a stockier body type than Zee. Thicker arms and legs and a larger butt too, but not as round as Zee's butt. She had smaller boobs than Zee, and a short, neck-length hairstyle. As most Koreans she had a flat face and small eyes hidden behind some rather fashionable large-frame glasses. She was only a tad bit shorter than Zee and had a fairer skin color.
We all used broken Chinese to communicate, since Zee's and Sung-Min's English was poor. While I got along fine with both, my relationship with Zee started to become deeper in early summer. Zee had boyfriend back in her province, and it seemed that it was a rather rocky relationship.
As autumn came by, I could tell that she was unhappy when talking about it. During this time, I started to develop feelings for Zee. However, I didn't want to complicate our friendship, so I was getting by with our daily interactions and my vivid imagination when masturbating thinking about her.
Throughout the summer, me and Zee gradually found ourselves spending more time together: making plans to go to parks, coffee shops, and just hanging out. It wasn't overly romantic, but from afar, it certainly looked like we were a couple. As far as I knew, she hadn't broken up with her boyfriend and I felt there was nothing to be gained asking about it.
The turning point came at the end of autumn, when Zee suggested that we go for the hot springs. We took the bus and arrived in an area packed with hotels. I was expecting something out of an anime episode: Lots of rocks and misty ponds with warm water, but instead, I saw a bustling street with hotels advertising their luxurious hot springs.
All hotels had pipes connecting to the hot springs which then pump the water into your own private room. Each room was divided into two large interior areas and a balcony. Closest to the balcony was the bedroom, while the other area was hot spring room, which included a shower, toilet and a large and deep well, with enough space for 4 people. The well was about 2.5' deep, but it had "seats" in it, so you could keep your head above water.
Zee went into the bathroom first and changed into a black bikini, while I put on my black shorts in the bedroom. I knocked on the door of the bathroom and Zee let me in. We open the faucet and we sat, waiting for the well to fill. We just talked about the usual school gossip, but Zee also mentioned that Sung-Min's demeanor had changed a bit.
I asked Zee for details, but she said it was something rather private, and having a semi-naked Thai girl made it easy to forget about it. We had talked for about 40 minutes and by this time the water level covered our chest, and I realized that we were sitting much closer than we were at the start.
We had gradually moved closer together without noticing it. As I moved closer to Zee, my leg touched hers, and I placed my hand on her right thigh, with the confidence of someone who knows (or sincerely hopes) that it won't be rejected. Zee quizzically looked at my hand on her thigh. I thought that I may have made the wrong move. Just as I was about to move my hand away, she confidently placed her hand on my semi-hard cock and gently squeezed it, whispering: "Is that all you want to touch?"
It was as if a switch has been flipped in my mind. With the overconfidence of someone who has masturbated into this moment dozens upon dozens of times, I shifted my body, facing Zee, and grabbed her hips with one hand while hugging her with my other hand and landed a small kiss on her lips.
It was everything I had hoped for and imagined in my mind for almost six months! Lasting just enough to feel the softness of her lips and her slow, warm breath. This one kiss gave way to another, and then another, and many more, each one more intoxicating than the last. And then, among these many pure, almost child-like kisses, I pushed my tongue against her teeth.
Well, she liked that! With the savagery of a sexually frustrated woman, she greeted my tongue, making an oral proclamation that she was the one in control. Her tongue commanded mine as a dancer, indicating clearly where and when to go. As this was happening, I could clearly feel her hand, surreptitiously fighting with the waistband of my shorts for the liberation of my very hard cock.
After she succeeded, my cock laid exposed in the warm water, pointing in Zee's direction, she took hold of my shaft and started moving her hand across the length of my penis from the base to the tip, and then tip to base. After a few minutes, she stopped at the tip of my cock and held it gently, placing her thumb on the tip, where she started drawing small circles on tip of my shaft, applying pressure on each motion.
I unconsciously stopped kissing her then and there, just to feel the unfiltered bliss of her touch. I couldn't focus on anything else other than the tip of my dick and how this woman was managing it and making it her property.
The sheer bliss of her touch, being so carefully stimulated, enjoying the passion of each movement, feeling the intoxicating warmth from her mouth, her body and the water covering my hard cock, knowing that beneath her gentle, lady-like movements laid a lustful desire to explore, experience and conquer my body for herself. I realize that if I didn't stop her, I would immediately cum, so I told her (well, almost begged to) her: "I want to see you on the bed". Zee nodded and said "Me too. Let's go".
As she was standing, I had yet another chance to appreciate the tight grip of the swimsuit's bottom on her round, plump ass. Almost instinctively, my hand reached to grab a handful, pressing tighter than necessary, showing to my nonexistent audience the quality of ass I was about to claim mine. Zee's eyes encountered mine, and a mischievous smile was drawn on her face. Her hand takes hold of mine, leading me outside the well.
Outside, I noticed my extremely obvious erection valiantly pointing at Zee. I could clearly how funny this was, and I hoped that Zee would walk away without looking behind, but she was more inquisitive than I hoped for and stared at my lower half, like a naughty girl seeing the mess she made --and being proud of it-. Upon seeing my cock at full length, Zee's eyes opened a bit, her mischievous smile widened.
The situation was embarrassing for sure, but I am not selfish when being the butt of the joke, and noticing the bump on her bikini, I made a strategic nipple-squeeze. A totally unexpected attack! Causing Zee's to drop her guard, laugh and cover her left boob fleeing, defeated, towards the bed.
On the little moments of privacy I had, I took off my trousers and dried myself a bit. I put on fresh underwear, and with a bit of effort, I focused and managed to lower my erection enough so I could at least manually point my dick downwards. Of course, I knew that as soon as I came out of the bathroom, my cock would fight for its liberty from my underwear, but in the meantime, I could pretend to have a certain level of civility.
As I came out of the bathroom, I saw Zee sitting on a towel, at the edge of the bed, drying her hair. As she moved her head downwards, I could see the tension of the bikini top fighting to hold her juicy, brown breasts, making cock rock hard again. She saw me staring, and nodded me to come to her side.
I wish I could say that everything that followed was a plan I had made after an intense training of porn and copious masturbation. It did help, but most of my fantasies and ideas went away once Zee's semi-naked body was in front of me. I was nervous to be honest. And while this was not the first time I had sex, I felt nervous because I didn't want to disappoint her.
For a moment, I started to panic playing my mind all possible negative scenarios, and after seeing the most egregious one, I lowered my gaze, and just openly said "I am sorry, I am happy but I'm also a bit nervous". Zee, the ever-patient semi-naked friend, rescued me from my own negativity and said, "I am also nervous, but let's have fun".
With that confidence boost, the remaining blood left my brain and went straight to my dick and balls. I kissed Zee again, just as passionately as before, but this time, I was the one taking the initiative. Lying in bed, kissing her, I allowed myself to freely explore the contours of her body. My hand moved all over her body, showing no respect for any bikini.