Sethy Pt 01

AUTHOR'S NOTE - The main character, Sethy, is based upon a real woman and much of Sethy reflects the true woman. This first chapter may move too slowly for readers who want to get to the action quickly. However, if you are patient enough to read on, get to know Sethy and what an incredible woman she is, I hope your patience will be rewarded. All characters are over eighteen.

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Meeting Sethy

The pilot's voice on the intercom filled the airplane cabin, "Ladies and gentlemen, please keep your seat belts fastened. We have just started our descent into Kolonia."

I looked out the window of the Hawaiian Airlines 737. It was evening and all I saw below me was darkness. I was still over the Pacific and all below was inky blackness. Occasionally I saw a few lights, some ship traversing the expanse of the Pacific, but we would quickly leave those tiny lights behind as we rocketed along at about 550 miles per hour and 35,000 feet.

Maya, my attractive stewardess who had been serving me during the ten-hour flight from Honolulu to Kolonia, leaned over my seat and asked, "Mr. Bronco, can I get you anything else?" As I looked up into those inviting brown eyes my mind was saying "Maya, you would do very nicely" but I was on my way to meet a very special lady and not even young and very attractive Maya could hold a candle to Sethy, so I asked for a final Johnnie Walker on the rocks and settled into my seat. Sethy. It was almost like a dream. I was less than an hour away from finally meeting Sethy face to face. As the scotch hit the back of my throat and I felt the fire of it as I swallowed, I thought back to how all this had started months ago.

I had stumbled onto the online community and did not remember how I had come across Sethy's profile, but that doesn't really matter. What's important is that I did. I could hardly believe the photos that I found there. This lovely woman with a beautiful but muted smile, bright eyes, and a body that any woman would kill for; as I looked at the photos in her galleries all I could do was marvel at her beauty and sexuality. She projected a maturity in her face and manner while her body looked like that of a buxom young woman in her early 20's. She has the sexiest swimsuits that I have ever had the great fortune to behold. Microkinis are a favorite of hers and those postage stamp-sized pieces of cloth with straps barely cover those strategic parts of her fabulous body.

Sethy is half Asian half Chamorro. She has the beautiful white creamy skin of a Japanese but the curves, ass and full breasts of a Pacific Islander. I told her many times that she needed to thank her parents every day for passing along those perfect genes to her and that I knew that her mother must be a stunning beauty.

I posted some comments to her photos and I was surprised to see the next day that she had posted some responses. That began a series of messages that we began trading on a daily basis - me mostly saying how much I liked her photos and how fabulously sexy she was, and she thanking me for my comments and sometimes telling me how hot and horny my comments made her. This went on for days and weeks and we became more and more comfortable with each other. Days when I was busy and could not reply I made sure I sent her a note telling her when I'd return. Finally, months later, we began to discuss if we should arrange a meeting. This would not be easy. I had left my project in Shanghai to return back to the States to help care for my ailing and elderly mother. Sethy lives in the Federated States of Micronesia, to the east of Japan, way out in the Pacific. I wondered whether we should meet at a neutral location, like Japan or Thailand. Sethy preferred that I travel to Kolonia, the capital of Pohnpei, part of the Federated States of Micronesia (FSM). That way, if things did not go well, she could easily go home with no muss and fuss and I could enjoy the remainder of my stay in that tropical paradise. So, after much planning, I had hopped a jet to LAX and then made the 7-hour trip to Honolulu. I decided to stay a day there to rest and break up the trip. I did not want to arrive in Kolonia exhausted and jet-lagged.

As we made our final approach, I saw the bright lights of the Pohnpei International Airport below in sharp contrast to the emptiness of the ocean. Kolonia is a seaport and I had done some homework before I had made the trip. Pohnpei had been populated by Pacific Islanders but the Spanish arrived in the 19

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century and afterwards the Germans colonized the island and gave Kolonia its name. Japan occupied Pohnpei during World War I and brought many immigrants to the island. The industrious Japanese built a great deal of infrastructure there and stayed after the first world war was over. Much of Pohnpei was destroyed in the second world war by US bombing and crumbling Japanese army bunkers can still be seen there. The US helped rebuild the island after WWII and Micronesia finally got its independence in 1986.

When the 737 touched down and I looked out at the terminal as we taxied towards our gate, I wondered if Sethy would be there to meet me. She had told me that she would try to meet me at the airport but she was not sure that she would be able to get away. Sethy works for an IT company and they were preparing a presentation for the Pohnpei Utility Company, the state-owned provider of electricity on the island. If they won the business, it would be by far their largest project and Sethy was leading the sales team. She had told me that if she could not meet me at the airport, she would meet me at the hotel that evening. I wondered whether she was out there watching my plane pull in or whether she was in her office with her team hunched over a table with data and diagrams creating the rationale for their bid. I guess I would soon find out.

Disembarking I felt the warm tropical air surround me, a stark contrast to the air conditioning supplied by Boeing. Temperatures in Kolonia are remarkably constant throughout the year with highs and lows in the range of 24-30C (76-86F). Immigrations was quick since US citizens do not need visas to enter FSM. I collected my bags from the luggage carousel, cleared FSM Customs then headed towards the exit. Would I see Sethy on the other side of that door? As I walked towards the security area exit, I recalled her photos and felt my heart racing.

There she was. I would have recognized her anywhere. Sethy. When our eyes made contact, it was as if I had stepped into another universe. I lost track of my surroundings. I did not see or hear anything. My complete focus was on those two beautiful eyes. When the woman exiting in front of me turned around and glared at me, I realized that I had bumped her with my luggage cart and apologized. I felt a bit foolish but I understood perfectly why I had become distracted. My God, Sethy was just as beautiful in person as in her photos.

She gave me that same subdued smile that I usually saw in her photos but her eyes were warm and alive. As I approached her I suddenly realized that I had not thought about what I should do this first meeting. A bearhug? An embrace? A kiss? Sethy decided for me by putting her hands on both sides of my face and giving me a warm kiss on either cheek. When I looked at her, she explained, "It's a traditional greeting here. Welcome Rod. How was your flight? Are you tired?"

I responded by putting my hands on either side of her face and kissing both her cheeks. "Thank you Sethy. A couple minutes ago I was tired from the flight but now I feel wonderful. Thanks for coming to meet me. I know you are very busy."

She hailed a taxi, I stowed my luggage in the back and we got in. She explained she did not own a car; there is no need to own a car in Pohnpei. It's not a big island and there are sufficient buses and taxis to get around. We were soon on the Deketik causeway which linked the airport to the main island. She was wearing a light floral print dress with spaghetti straps which exposed her lovely shoulders and arms, which both looked toned and shapely. The front of the dress fit high enough such that she exposed no cleavage but I did not see any other straps on her shoulders which made me wonder whether she was wearing a bra or not. The dress came down to the tops of her knees which seemed a bit conservative to me since I had seen photos of her naked. However, I had spent many years in Asia and knew that generally Asian women dressed conservatively in public and valued their public reputation and image. She was wearing perfume and smelled divine; Chanel I thought. The sight of her next to me, the smell of her perfume and the sound of her voice had all combined to give me a raging hard-on. My cock was tenting my trousers and I did not know whether she had noticed or not. If she did, she gave no indication of it.

As we made our way into town Sethy's right hand was resting on my left knee but soon she was rubbing and caressing my leg near my knee. As she did so I received mini jolts of electricity through my whole body as her forearm would brush against that tentpole in my pants while her hand caressed my knee. She looked straight ahead while doing that but each passing minute in the taxi I felt my cock getting steadily bigger and harder which only increased the frequency of contact with her forearm. Kolonia is not a big city, only about 7000 people, and I was keenly aware that our taxi driver was often looking into his rear-view mirror getting glimpses of the beauty in his car. I did not want to do anything that might sully her reputation or cause him to gossip with his friends later about what he had seen in the back seat of his taxi that night.

When we pulled up at the entrance to the South Park Hotel about 10 minutes later, Sethy looked over at me and gave me a warm smile but said nothing. She paid the taxi driver, I collected my luggage and we proceeded to the office to get me checked in. Sethy had made the reservation under her name and had already checked in but the front desk clerk needed a copy of my passport to satisfy local regulations.

After getting my luggage into the room I asked Sethy if she would like to take a walk. It was not late, only about 8:30pm and after sitting on a plane for 10 hours, I needed to stretch my legs. "Good idea Rod, let's go." We locked the door, she slipped her arm into mine, and down the stairs we went. The hotel is very close to the sea and I could hear the waves and felt the breeze coming in off the ocean. I suggested we walk down to the ocean which was only about 50-60 meters away. There were no street lamps along the way but that evening was a full moon with no clouds which provided plenty of light. We arrived at a thin stretch of beach and I looked up to see more stars than I had seen since I took a backpacking trip up into the mountains of northern California. The sky was just full of stars! I pulled Sethy close to me and said, "Sethy, I have not seen so many stars in many many years, but the brightest star is here in my arms." Sethy put both hands on the sides of my face, kissed both cheeks again, looked into my eyes and replied, "Rod, I'm so happy you are here." Our lips met, our mouths opened, and I had the longest most thrilling kiss of my entire lifetime. It was magic. Long, deep kisses with Sethy, the woman whom I had been dreaming of for months. The woman, the moonlight, the waves, the sea breezes, the sounds of the frogs and crickets in the night and her intoxicating kisses all combined to give me an other-worldly experience, as if the moment were too perfect to be real. Her body was so warm and full and rich against mine and her kisses were so hot and passionate.

When we both came up for air, without saying anything, Sethy took one step back, reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulled it up to her waist, reached under her dress with one hand, and pulled her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She put them in my hand. They were soaked. "Rod, dear, I'm sorry, but when I wet my panties I always take them off. They are uncomfortable for me when they are wet. Hold them for me, please".

She took my hand and walked me a short distance to a picnic table next to the beach. Arriving there, she stopped and looked up into my eyes while she had one hand at the back of my neck and the other rubbing against my cock which had remained in full salute. She did not say a word; her eyes said everything that needed to be said. Her fingers found my zipper and slowly pulled it down all the while as she peered into my eyes. She deftly pulled my cock out of my pants and began rubbing and caressing it. "Rod, I have not seen your cock yet with my eyes, but I have seen it with my hand, and I love it. Will you give it to me?"

"Sethy, it is already yours. It has been for many months now".

She reached down and again took the hem of her dress but this time pulled it all the way up over her head and laid it on the picnic table. In the moonlight she looked like a goddess. Aphrodite, Venus, pick your goddess of femininity - here she was naked before me. She kneeled down on the sand and took my rigid cock into her mouth. Oh my God was this really happening?! My feeling was impossible to articulate. Sheer, utter bliss. Her mouth and tongue were heavenly. After many minutes, I could not say how long it had been - I had lost track of time - she stood up and said, "Rod, I can feel your excitement. Don't cum in my mouth, dear. Your cum belongs in my pussy".

My ability to reason and speak had vanished. My complete focus was on this gorgeous woman next to me in the moonlight. Somehow I managed to reply, "Shall we go back to the room, dear?"

I saw her eyes widen at my response, "Oh Rod no, I want you now. I need you now".

I picked her up and laid her down on top of the picnic table. The tops of her thighs were wet with her juices which had leaked from her drenched cunt. Even so wet her pussy was still tight. We were both so excited that it did not take long until we both came, me first and then her seconds later. Anyone within 20 meters of us would certainly have heard us as we climaxed.

After we recovered, Sethy slipped her dress back on and I carried her panties in my hand and we walked in the moonlight back to the hotel. It was an unforgettable night, our time together had just begun, and I was sure that more unforgettable times were still ahead.