I had not intended to tell this story until later. It is ongoing, and hopefully will not end for years to come. But when I consider the purpose of these stories, to share the remarkable women who have enriched my life, JuLee is probably the most extraordinary of remarkable women and deserves a place at the front of the queue. So I will start this Paean to JuLee now, and perhaps supplement it with later episodes.
JuLee contributed to my recollections and has added her comments in italics.
Thanks also to Mandy Marie for her invaluable assistance in helping me with the editing.
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I first met her in my office some two decades ago. She was there to introduce one of her clients to me, a local motel owner who spoke only Korean and had been thrust into a precarious position by the accidental death of her husband. JuLee and I helped stabilize the situation, and thus began a professional association that has lasted to this day.
I had known JuLee's husband for a couple of years but had not met her until that day. When she was ushered into my private office, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. It was good that our initial business was fairly simple because she distracted me, to say the least. While I had certainly seen and enjoyed Asian women up close prior to that time, none had or has ever so captivated me just by her presence.
Her beauty was breathtaking. With luxurious black hair, exotic and fashionably coifed, and deep green eyes, she was the epitome of far eastern beauty. Her Korean heritage (extraordinary in itself I was to learn) was perfectly captured in her delicate, damask-like nose and chin. Her lips were moist and full. Somewhat taller than common for Asian women and slender in build, as befitted an oriental beauty, she was well and tastefully dressed in a short skirt, blouse, stockings and business heels. I estimated she was about the same age as me (and later discovered we were almost exactly the same age).
She was seated in a soft chair to the right of my desk. During the course of my interview with her, I found it difficult to keep my eyes from wandering to the "V" of her skirt and thighs. Up-down, up-down, went my eyes and I was certain she noticed. First she crossed her legs to show me a stocking top and garter (on the side away from her client). Fifteen minutes into the interview, after turning to her client to emphasize a point I was making, I swiveled back to JuLee to observe that her thighs were slightly parted. I could definitely see the white thighs at the top of gartered stockings, and imagined that I could see her black panties (or was that her bush?).
I blushed and felt a distinct tingling in my groin. I was not sure which end got the biggest surge of blood, but it became difficult to pay attention to business. I hastened to finish my analysis and advice, looking to end the meeting before I embarrassed myself.
Unfortunately (or fortunately as it turned out) I needed to review a contract document on my desktop, which required us to stand by my desk and lean over the document to point out a paragraph. In doing so her blouse billowed from her chest, giving me a crystal clear view of her right breast and nipple.
Oh, My! Her tits were much larger than is normally associated with Asian women and her nipple was gorgeous. Her right one was gloriously brown and erect (a full half inch) as she leaned in. I could not take my eyes off it and my now full erection pressed against the front of my trousers. I quickly sat down, even though I lost my vantage point on her breast.
If she was aware of my dilemma, she did not acknowledge it. I managed to wind things up in about five more minutes and let JuLee show her client out of my office. In parting, she gave no sign in her eyes that she knew of the lust she had provoked in me. I smiled as she withdrew, noting that even JuLee's ass was perfect, something I had not been able to see earlier. I had to concentrate on regaining control of my "demeanor" before seeing anyone else in the office.
"Was that deliberate?" I asked myself. "Were her seductive actions innocent, a tease, or the beginning of a delicious seduction?"
I didn't know. On the one hand, she and I were both married and we had established a business relationship that day. But on the other hand, I wryly observed, she was a hot woman. Did anything else matter?
So I let it sit. I knew and liked her husband, Dave. Although I was beginning to acknowledge to myself that my own marriage was on the rocks, I had no interest in actively courting someone else's wife. Besides, she was a client and Dave even became one a short time later.
JuLee never failed to dress provocatively (did she ever wear a bra?) when she came to my office, but my resolve was not seriously tested again until an office conference about six months later. She wasn't wearing a bra that day either, but I became almost completely unglued when she sat down and spread her thighs sufficiently to allow me (but not her client) an unfettered view of her pussy. Her black beaver was perched atop plainly visible labia at the juncture of her thighs. Fortunately my sharp intake of breath went unheard by the third person in the room.
I didn't permit myself to stand up during that meeting, but JuLee and I exchanged some meaningful glances that let me know the pussy shot was not an accident.
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JuLee remembers:
I had made up my mind that I would fuck Mac after my second or third appointment. But I would not make it easy for him. I didn't do anything obvious but was just less careful when I bent over his desk or uncrossed my legs or stood in the sunlight that came through his window.
At first I was not sure he was interested in fucking me. But after one appointment, he stepped around me to open the door as we were leaving his office and he brushed against my ass with his hard cock. I knew then that we would fuck for sure.
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Now what to do? I was by that time separated from my wife and had already started to date interesting single women, so I had ample excitement in my personal life. Indeed, as time went on I was getting more pussy than I could handle and I certainly did not need to pursue a married woman.
So I conveniently decided that JuLee was just a tease. I stopped agonizing about Dave and I began to enjoy her flirting and exhibitions, giving as good as I got. I had become better friends with her and her husband and frequently socialized with them. They met many of the women I was dating. I even spent Christmas with them and their daughter (a bright young lady who kicked my ass at Pente).
The flirtatious "intercourse" between JuLee and I consisted of occasional flashing and furtive fondling. In my office or other professional setting, a quick shot of nipple or pussy brightened both our days but seemed to be no more than a divertissement. We would exchange a grab of an ass but once JuLee rubbed her hands along the erection her behavior had engendered.
At her house, JuLee never failed to wear very short skirts or shorts and her nipples were always visible behind whatever top she chose to wear. Her bending over never failed to give me a thrill, either a pussy or a panty flash, depending on what other guests were there. Once Dave caught me staring at her bent over naked ass and pelt but he quickly grinned at me and shook his head at her exhibition. We did not discuss it but he seemed to enjoy her exhibition and no doubt reaped the benefit later that evening.
Probably the most flagrant flirtation occurred in a hot tub. We and another close friend of mine had been to a concert, after which a trip to my friend's redwood hot tub was in order. When we arrived at his house, we were three men and five women, four of whom were first time tubbers. The men quickly disrobed on the deck but the women retired to a nearby bedroom to undress.
