Sitting in the dark in Flora’s steamy Chinatown apartment, I was hot, sweaty and pissed off. My place was being fumigated and she had offered me her apartment for the night while she was away giving a lecture. When I let myself in, however, I found an apologetic note about a broken air conditioner which couldn’t be fixed any earlier than the following afternoon. I hate the heat and was now sweating like a pig on this unbearably hot New York City summer night.
The apartment has two large windows facing a small interior courtyard. The useless air conditioner filled one of the windows so all I could do was throw the other window wide open. Doing what I could to minimize my discomfort, I turned off the lights, stripped down to my underwear and sat there in the dark.
I had met Flora Chang a month earlier in a les bar in SoHo. She was sipping a beer and wearing a tight red silk dress with Chinese characters on it. It was slit all the way up and revealed a pair of long gorgeous legs.
For reasons I have never quite understood, I have the hots for "women of color." And this lady would be a knockout in any color. She had long shiny black hair, deep olive skin and a pretty face featuring a tiny nose, a sensuous mouth and dark Asian eyes. I was drawn to her like a magnet.
She was tall and pencil thin and that made me even more self-conscious than usual about my round little body. Without even the hope of getting to first base, I sat down next to her and ordered a beer. I searched my mind for something to say that would at least get her to talk to me.
I decided to come on as both serious and politically correct. I turned to her and said "I really admire Chinese culture and wonder if you could tell me the meaning of the ideographs on your dress."
She answered me in an equally serious tone, looking at me with her fabulous intelligent eyes. "That is a very perceptive question and as a Chinese woman I appreciate your interest."
I was starting to feel really clever as she went on. "These ideographs are written in an ancient Mandarin dialect which was spoken near the city of Canton between the 5th and 6th centuries B.C."
I nodded gravely as she continued. "It is an ancient Chinese proverb: skinny Chinese girls like to fuck chubby White girls."
I couldn't have looked more startled if she had hit me over the head with a bar stool But she wasn't done with me yet. She immediately started talking in the most ludicrous Charlie Chan accent you can imagine.
"China girl velly velly sexy. Confucius say you fuck China girl you never go back."
She had me doubled over with laughter. Then she finished me off.
"China girl velly special fuck. You know China girl pussy go sideways."
Now I was laughing so hard that I literally wet my pants. I had to excuse myself for a short trip to the Ladies Room. When I returned the two of us talked like real human beings. We were both native New Yorkers. She told me that her name is Flora Chang and she teaches Art History at New York University. I told her my name is Louise Padden and that I have a law degree and a government job. She suggested that we continue the discussion at her place.
On the way over in a cab, she told me that she lived in an old building in Chinatown owned by her Uncle William. "William is gay," she said "and he rents to lots of Chinese gays and lesbians who otherwise might get hassled." We arrived at her apartment which, at the time, had an air conditioner that worked.
The small talk ended when we closed the door behind us. She took me in her arms and kissed me passionately. She probed me with her tongue and poured her sweet saliva into my hungry mouth. We quickly stripped off our clothes and feasted our eyes on each other. She had a perfect pair of small breasts with tiny pink nipples which were already rock hard. Her delicious pubic hair was thick and jet black. The long silky straight hairs were like a sleek fur.
From the look on her face I could see that she liked what I have to offer. A soft curvy body and a pussy covered with a forest of thick brown curls. All topped off by an impressive pair of boobs with large bumpy hard nipples. She knelt down and started sucking my big tits making hot hungry noises. I went from wet to soaked. She continued to take charge and drove me absolutely wild licking my ears and my soft belly before moving to my inner thighs and then my wet bushy cunt.
She ate me expertly, twirling her tongue around my clit as I thrust my hips upward with excitement. She touched my asshole with her finger and heard my gasp of pleasure. That told her what she needed to know and she slid her finger in and out of my ass while working her tongue on my hard little clit. I quickly surrendered to a huge shuddering orgasm which began between my legs and flowed through my entire body enveloping me in wave after wave of pure pleasure.
After a few moments, because of some racial thing I do not understand, I was overwhelmed by a desperate need to make this Chinese woman come hard. I pushed her onto to her back, spread her knees and sank my face into her dripping furry cunt. She was totally aroused and I licked her large erect clit first gently and then with a fury while at the same time skillfully massaging her G-spot. My tongue demanded that she come and she rewarded me with a thunderous climax. She thrashed back and forth and cried out my name as she was overwhelmed by a surge of ecstasy which began deep in her womb and washed over all of her. I continued my licking and she came again and again, bucking her hips and moaning loudly each time.
Afterward, we lay in bed in each other's arms for a long while and then we got up and had some tea. I took a cab home dreamily enjoying the delicious feeling between my legs. I thought, with a smile, that maybe Confucius was right.