Andrew’s Arrival in Shanghai

The smell of jet fuel and distant rain greeted Andrew Jackson as he stepped off the plane at Shanghai Pudong International Airport. The city's humid air wrapped around him like a welcome back, and Andrew couldn't help but grin. It had been years since his last visit, but everything felt just as he remembered--alive, bustling, and full of opportunity, especially sexy Chinese girls horny for him.

Rolling his carry-on bag through customs, Andrew adjusted his blazer, his broad muscular shoulders straining against the fabric. He caught a few women glancing his way, their curiosity and shy smiles unmistakable. It was flattering, as always. He remembered his last trips to Shanghai before the pandemic--every night had been an orgy, every evening ending with a stunning Chinese woman naked in his arms. Andrew was very tall and had a way of making an impression, and he wasn't modest about it.

Pushing through the crowded arrivals gate, Andrew spotted a wiry figure waving awkwardly in the distance. Officer Wang looked exactly how Andrew remembered him--slight, hunched, and visibly uncomfortable in his ill-fitted police uniform. His round glasses kept slipping down his nose as he waved eagerly, his face lighting up like a kid meeting his idol.

"Mr. Jackson!" Wang called out, rushing forward, his voice almost cracking. "Welcome back to Shanghai!"

"Officer Wang," Andrew said, his deep voice cutting through the noise as he extended a hand. His grip was firm, almost too firm, and Wang winced slightly as he shook it.

"You--you look very... strong, as usual," Wang stammered, his eyes darting nervously to Andrew's broad chest before quickly looking away. "The flight was good?"

"Perfect," Andrew said with a smirk, slapping Wang on the back a little too hard, making the smaller man stumble slightly. "And I see you've still got that Shanghai hospitality. Car waiting for me?"

"Oh, yes! Of course!" Wang gestured toward a sleek black sedan parked at the curb, the driver already standing at attention. "Everything is arranged. Hotel, dinner... anything you need, Mr. Jackson."

Andrew grinned. He liked how easy this all was. "Good man."

As they settled into the car, Wang fiddled nervously with his police tie, clearly overwhelmed by Andrew's sheer presence. Andrew leaned back, the leather seat creaking slightly under his weight, and took in the sights of Shanghai as the electric taxi sped off into the city. Neon lights flashed against the car windows, and he could already feel the energy of the place stirring something in him.

"So," Andrew said casually, breaking the silence. "What's new since last time? Still keeping the streets safe, huh?"

Wang nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes! But... not without challenges. This is why we're so glad to have you back. Your equipment--your American quality--is... unmatched."

Andrew chuckled. "Well, that's what I'm here for. High-quality Kevlar, built tough in the USA. Let's keep those streets safe together, Wang."

Wang nodded again, his admiration almost palpable. "Yes, of course. And... my wife, she is also very excited to meet you. She loves American movies... very big fan."

Andrew raised an eyebrow, amused. "Is that so?"

"Oh, yes," Wang said, his face flushing slightly. "She... she thinks very highly of... American men."

Andrew smirked, leaning back further in his seat. Shanghai was already proving to be just as interesting as he'd hoped.

Settling into the backseat of the sleek black sedan, Andrew unfolded his state-of-the-art smartphone--a gadget as smooth and polished as the man himself. The neon lights of Shanghai reflected off its glossy surface as he downloaded the app Tantan 探探, the local dating app he'd heard so much about. Like Tinder but in China.

"Time to see if Shanghai's finest are still as eager as I remember," he muttered to himself with a smirk, typing in his details and uploading a picture of himself flexing subtly in a tailored shirt.

It didn't take long. Within minutes of swiping, Andrew matched with two different young women whose profiles radiated confidence and allure. Both just barely 18, their bios were short and playful, accompanied by photos that showed off their long Asian hair, youth and style. They looked in appearance very similar to Asian adult actress Asa Akira and Katsuni.

He leaned into the group chat with both the matches with the same effortless charm that had made him a hit on his previous trips to China:

Andrew: "Hey ladies, I am American and just landed in Shanghai looking for some company tonight. I'm headed to a very fancy spot rn, and I need two beautiful dates to make me look good. You in?"

Girl 1: "A fancy place? Where? 👀 Sorry my English very poor I use translate app"

Andrew: "A five-star hotel restaurant. You'll love it. Just bring your best smile and something black... skimpy, if you're daring."

Girl 2: "Haha, daring? You don't even know us yet. 😘 I job English teacher my English OK"

Andrew: "I've got a feeling I'm about to. But heads up--there'll be one other guest. A police officer, nice guy but... not my type. You'll be there for me and for the other girl I've invited. Trust me, you'll have fun."

Both girls responded quickly, laughing at his boldness and reassuring him they'd be there.

Girl 1: "Okay I will see you. You me first American date 😏"

Girl 2: "Black dress, black heels. Got it. Should we save room for dessert?"

Andrew: "Save room for an unforgettable night. That's all I'm saying."

Andrew closed the app, satisfied, and glanced at Officer Wang, who was nervously checking his own phone in the front seat. The contrast between them couldn't have been starker--Andrew, relaxed and confident, versus Wang, fidgety and clearly out of his element.

"Big night ahead, Wang," Andrew said with a grin, slipping his phone into his pocket.

Wang nodded anxiously. "Y-yes, I hope everything will be... comfortable for you."

Andrew chuckled, leaning back into the plush leather seat. Comfortable? That was an understatement. This city had always made him feel like a king, and tonight would be no different.

The restaurant was as grand as Andrew expected--dim lighting, polished marble floors, and waitstaff that glided between tables with a kind of effortless grace. Andrew walked in, his confidence practically bouncing off the ornate chandeliers, with Officer Wang trailing nervously behind him.

The two young women Andrew had invited were already seated at the table, their black dresses as skimpy as he'd hoped, paired with strappy black heels that emphasized their long legs. Both girls turned their heads toward him simultaneously, their brown eyes lighting up as they saw him approach.

"Ladies," Andrew said, sliding smoothly into the seat between them. They giggled softly, their limited English evident, but Andrew didn't mind. Wang seemed shocked that Andrew mentioned to hook up and get two hot women to his table in matter of under an hour.

As they ate, the girls stayed close, one on each side, their delicate hands stroking his arm, brushing over the fabric of his tailored suit. Every now and then, one would gently squeeze his bicep or trace a finger along his shoulder, giggling when he caught their eye. They didn't need to say much--Andrew knew their admiration was genuine.

Meanwhile, Officer Wang sat across the table, looking as out of place as ever. His tie was slightly askew, and he was clearly uncomfortable in the presence of the two women, who occasionally cast curious glances his way but quickly returned their attention to Andrew.

"So, Wang," Andrew began, cutting into his perfectly cooked steak. "It's been a few years. What's new? You were single last time we met, weren't you?"

Wang nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, yes. But... not anymore. I married May two years ago."

Andrew raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "May? Tell me about her."

Wang's face reddened slightly. "She is... very beautiful. Too beautiful, I think, for someone like me. She... she loves American movies. Big fan of your culture."

Andrew smirked, leaning back slightly. "Sounds like you did well for yourself."

"Yes, well..." Wang trailed off, fidgeting with his glass of water. "It's not easy. Marriage is... challenging. And... well, China has a problem. Declining birth rates, you know."

Andrew chuckled. "I've heard about that. But you're doing your part, right?"

Wang hesitated, his face growing even redder. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Actually... no. Not yet."

Andrew paused, setting his fork down. "Wait, you're telling me... you and May haven't...?"

Wang shook his head quickly, looking both embarrassed and flustered. "We just... she is very busy, and I am very busy, and she... she doesn't find me... attractive."

Andrew blinked, his mind working to keep a straight face. "Not even once?"

Wang shook his head again, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Not once. Not even on our wedding night. She just fell asleep after finishing watching some American drama show"

Andrew leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Wang, buddy, I'm sorry, but... that's not normal. Not for white guys like me anyway"

Wang sighed heavily. "I know. But she is... intimidating. So beautiful, and... so different from me."

Andrew glanced at the girls beside him, who were now feeding him small bites of dessert while giggling. He grinned. "Well, Wang, maybe I can give you some advice. Or... help, if you need it."

Wang looked up hopefully, his eyes wide with a mixture of desperation and admiration. "You would do that?"

Andrew leaned back again, picking up his glass of wine. "For you, Wang? Of course. But... let's take it slow. Tell me more about May."

As the meal wound down, Wang grew visibly nervous, fidgeting with his phone and glancing around the table. Andrew noticed, amused, and decided to let the poor man take his time. Meanwhile, the two girls beside him were growing bolder, their hands now resting on his thighs, occasionally brushing over his legs as they chatted softly in Mandarin.

Finally, Wang cleared his throat. "Andrew... I have something to show you. But... you must promise not to... just look please."

Andrew smirked, leaning forward. "Wang, you know me better than that. Show me what you've got."

Wang hesitated, then unlocked his phone and slid it across the table. Andrew picked it up and immediately saw a series of photos of a stunning woman, posed in nothing but delicate lingerie. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her shy smile added an almost innocent allure to the images.

"This is my wife May," Wang said quietly, his face reddening.

Andrew let out a low whistle. "Well, Wang, I see why you married her. She's gorgeous."

Wang nodded quickly, his words tumbling out. "She... she took these photos a year ago, for me. But I... I was too nervous to... respond the way she wanted."

Andrew bit back a laugh, shaking his head. "Wang, you're sitting on a gold mine, and you don't even know it."

The girls beside him leaned in, curious about the photos. Andrew tilted the phone slightly so they could see, and their cheeks turned pink as they giggled. One of them tentatively traced a finger over Andrew's cock, looking up at him for reassurance. He smiled, encouraging her, and soon both were stroking his thighs openly, their earlier shyness evaporating.

Wang, oblivious to the exchange, leaned closer. "Andrew, I have an idea. Starting from tomorrow night... would you stay at my apartment instead of the hotel? I think it might be good for May to meet you."

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Stay at your place? You sure about that?"

"Yes," Wang said earnestly. "I think... maybe you could help us. Somehow."

Andrew nodded, tucking the idea away for later. "Alright, Wang. Tomorrow night, your place it is."

After Wang left, the girls clung to Andrew's arms as they made their way to the elevator. He noticed faint tan lines and marks on their ring fingers--subtle but unmistakable.

"Looks like you two might've forgotten something," he teased, gesturing to their hands.

The girls giggled, one covering her mouth while the other leaned closer. "Shh," one whispered in broken English, her lips brushing his ear. "No need talk."

Andrew chuckled, enjoying the playful secrecy. In the elevator, the atmosphere shifted. One of the girls reached out, brushing a strand of hair from the other's face. Their eyes met, and before Andrew could comment, they leaned into each other, sharing a soft, lingering kiss.

"Well," Andrew said, leaning back against the elevator wall with a grin. "This night just keeps getting better."

The girls pulled back, giggling again, their confidence growing. By the time they reached his room, the tension between them was electric. Andrew held the door open, gesturing for them to enter.

"Ladies," he said smoothly, "welcome to the penthouse."

The Morning After

The sunlight filtering through the hotel room's massive windows illuminated the luxurious space, casting a warm glow over the trio sprawled across the king-sized bed. Andrew stretched lazily, the crisp sheets tangled around his legs, as he glanced at the two young blissful women nestled on either side of him.

Both were still half-asleep, entirely nude, exposing smooth sexy brown behinds and petite tits. One stirred, her dark hair spilling over his chest as she murmured something in Mandarin. Andrew didn't understand the words, but the tone--soft and content--spoke volumes.

He smirked, gazing out at the Shanghai skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was a view he'd missed, but the company made it even better.

Andrew's foldable phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he reached for it, careful not to wake the girls. There were more missed calls and messages from Wang, the notifications piling up. He chuckled softly, scrolling through them:

Wang: "Andrew, where are you? Are you okay?"

Wang: "I didn't hear back last night. Did the girls behave?"

Wang: "I need to talk to you. It's urgent about May!"

Andrew shook his head. Poor guy couldn't catch a break.

One of the girls stirred again, her fingers lazily tracing the muscles of his arm. "Morning," she whispered in halting English, her eyes half-open.

"Morning, gorgeous," Andrew replied, giving her a wink.

The other girl turned over, propping herself up on one elbow. "Breakfast?" she asked, her voice still groggy but sweet.

Andrew grinned. "Let's take our time. No rush. Just make some coffee for me". He watched the girl get up naked and felt himself getting hard again.

Later That Day: Wang's Apartment

By the afternoon, Andrew found himself in a much more modest setting. Wang's apartment, while clean and well-kept, was a far cry from the luxury hotel. Andrew had to duck slightly to avoid hitting his head on the low doorway as he entered.

Wang greeted him nervously, wringing his hands. "Thank you for coming, Andrew. May is... she's very excited to meet you."

Andrew smirked, hiding his amusement at Wang's jittery demeanor. "I'm looking forward to it. Where is she?"

"She's in the kitchen," Wang said, gesturing toward the other room. "She wanted to prepare something special."

Andrew followed the sound of soft humming and the clatter of dishes. When he stepped into the kitchen, he was greeted by the sight of May--slender and graceful, her long black hair tied back as she worked over a steaming pot. She was wearing a red traditional Chinese dress, a qipao. He was surprised that the dress was unusually tight and short showing off her long pretty legs and round behind. She turned at the sound of footsteps, her delicate features lighting up in a shy smile.

"Andrew," Wang introduced, stepping in behind him. "This is May."

Andrew extended a hand, his voice warm. "It's a pleasure to meet you, May. Wang's been telling me a lot about you." Andrew walked and gave her petite body a strong hug towering over her even though she was quite tall and he saw that she had high heels on her feet

May blushed slightly, her voice soft. "Nice to meet you too. Wang speaks very highly of you."

Andrew glanced back at Wang, who looked like he was about to burst with nerves. "Well, it's mutual," Andrew said smoothly. "But I'm sure he didn't do you justice." Andrew was surprised at her good English. Watching all those movies had paid off.

May's blush deepened as she turned back to her cooking. Andrew shot Wang a knowing look, silently marveling at how someone so stunning could end up with someone so awkward.

As the afternoon wore on, Andrew observed the dynamic between the couple. May was polite and accommodating but seemed distant from her husband, who fumbled through attempts at conversation. It wasn't hard to see the lack of chemistry between them.

After dinner, Wang pulled Andrew aside. "I wanted to... talk to you about something important."

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Sure. What's on your mind?"

Wang hesitated, then said, "It's about May. We've been married for two years, but... we've had some difficulties."

Andrew leaned back, crossing his arms. "Difficulties?"

Wang swallowed hard. "She wants children, but... we've never been able to... you know."

Andrew blinked, struggling to keep a straight face. "You've never...? Not even once?"

Wang shook his head, looking thoroughly embarrassed. "She says she... she finds me... too timid. She admires men like you, Andrew. Strong, confident."

Andrew exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Wang, that's... quite a problem."

"I was hoping," Wang said quickly, "that maybe you could help. You're good with people. Maybe you could talk to her, encourage her..."

Andrew stared at him for a long moment, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. Finally, he smirked. "Wang, you've got yourself in one hell of a situation. But you know what? I like a challenge."

The dining table was modest but thoughtfully set, with warm lighting casting a soft glow over the room. Andrew sat at one end, leaning back comfortably, his broad shoulders nearly dwarfing the chair. May, seated beside him, looked stunning in her sexy dress that accentuated her delicate frame. It rised up when she was sitting exposing her entire thigh.

Andrew placed his hand on her warm leg with a smile but both May and her husband tried to not notice it. She avoided eye contact, her cheeks lightly flushed, while Wang sat across from them, nervously fidgeting with his chopsticks.

Andrew had barely touched his food. Instead, he had spent most of the meal casually chatting, his deep voice effortlessly dominating the conversation. Wang, on the other hand, kept glancing at May, clearly grappling with something. Andrew decided to be bold and took May small hand placing in on his lap just over semi hard long cock. The Asian couple still didn't say anything but their faces were deep red with embarrassment and excitement.

As the plates were cleared, Wang cleared his throat. "Andrew, I think... I think it's important that you and May get to know each other better."

Andrew raised an eyebrow, his smirk barely hidden. "We've already had a lovely dinner together, Wang. Don't you think?"

Wang hesitated, then gestured toward May, who was fiddling with her napkin. "Why don't you... sit on Andrew's lap? Just for fun. You know, to... get comfortable."

May's eyes widened, her hands freezing mid-motion. "Wang!" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Andrew leaned forward, his grin disarming. "If it's okay with you, May, I don't mind." His tone was gentle, almost playful.

May hesitated but eventually stood up, smoothing her dress nervously. She walked over to Andrew, and he helped her by putting her hands on her sexy ass, before sitting gingerly on his lap. His large hands instinctively settled on her waist, steadying her.

"There we go," Wang said, forcing a laugh. "See? You look nice together."