The motel was definitely low-rent. The kind of motel that rents by the hour. Then again, that's basically what I was there for, so who was I to judge?
Luckily, I didn't have to hang around long - Tuan was already there, waiting in his sports car. He looked just like his online pictures; just as good, just as sexy. His sleeveless t-shirt showed off his toned physique and sublime golden skin.
As he walked over to my car, I could feel myself getting excited and a little scared, but that just added to my arousal.
Leaning into my open window, he lowered his sunglasses, smiling sexily. "This place looks seedy, doesn't it?" His voice was confident with just a subtle hint of an accent. It brought a tingle between my legs.
"Yeah," I said softly. "It's not much."
"That's okay," he continued. "We don't need much for what we're going to do." A playful leer formed on his lips as he said this, and his fingertip touched lightly on my mouth. My heart raced at the implication of his words. No, we don't need much, I thought. You're expecting this mouth to provide everything you need, whatever you want.
As I got out of the car, Tuan checked me out. In our online exchanges, he'd commented on my striking resemblance to the actress Lauren Cohan (a comparison I get a lot). In the flesh, he thought the likeness was even more obvious. Admittedly, my green eyes and facial structure are very similar. Though my boobs are smaller!
From my photos, he had the impression of a 'preppy', sweet, clean cut type of girl. So he was surprised when I admitted that I was very oral and that I loved using my mouth to worship and pleasure a hot Asian man. After that confession, it was only a matter of time before we arranged to meet up.
As we entered the motel, a stern but attractive middle-aged Asian woman looked us up and down from behind the desk. Suddenly I felt very conspicuous. Was it obvious why we were there? Did this woman know what we were going to do? I found myself looking at the floor, unable to make eye contact with the motel lady.
"We need a room." Tuan said confidently.
I could sense the woman's eyes on me. Getting a room in the middle of the day - what could be clearer? I could feel the heat in my face as I turned crimson.
"Hmmph," the woman grunted and handed the keys to me.
When we reached the room, I had some trouble unlocking the door. My hands shook visibly.
"What's the matter? Having second thoughts?" His small dark eyes stared intently into my large green ones.
"No, not at all," I said finally. "I'm just feeling... I don't know... nervous."
I felt his warm breath in my ear as he leaned in close. "Well I hope not Brooke, because I've been thinking for days about how much fun I'm going to have with you." His hand moved over my waist to give emphasis to his words.
I gave a little cry of excitement just as the door finally opened. We slipped inside and I found myself trapped against the wall, his hands on either side of me, our faces just inches apart.
My knees felt like mush as I was confronted with this feast of masculine sensuality so near to me. He looked absolutely luscious: dark almond-shaped eyes, high cheek bones and lush lips.
Suddenly, those lips were on me, kissing me with more passion than I'd expected. His tongue was inside, exploring my mouth as I did the same in return. A pathetic cry poured out of me, muffled by the wet heat of his mouth. I felt a gush of moisture between my legs as this magnificent Asian man had his way with me.
He pulled away, nostrils flaring, his eyes glassy now with lust.
"You kiss good, Brooke" he said, his voice husky with desire. "I like that - a good mouth."
"Usually, I go for Asian women" he continued. "But in my experience, white girls have the most eager mouths."
"That's probably because they want you" I said. "I can understand."
"Yeah, this one blonde girl definitely did. Kept telling me how she'd suck me all night, almost begging for it."
I'm going to be begging, too, I thought. Begging to please this demanding Asian god in whatever way he wants. The idea of that made me weak in the knees.
