My girlfriend, call her Dee, is a Chinese born American who came over as a 26 year old married student. They stayed here, her husband stayed very much a Chinese man working in the US while working for international activities and academics, and his wife trying to become more and more comfortable in American culture. He tried to keep the kids Chinese Americans, and she tried to influence them to be American kids with a respect for their heritage. I say this to set up her society groups. With her husband, she shares a solid and second tier grouping of orbiting couples who are very much Chinese transplants, living in American but living in a Chinese setting. And she has a second orbiting group of Asian families that are from a wider Asian cross section, more diverse and sharing more common American interests. Her husband is less engaged in this group, though some of their mutual friends are in both sets of friends.
I met more of Dee's friends from her pan-Asian group as the women were a little more active in US business and social activities. Li (alias) was a thin, taller woman probably about 20 years older than Dee. She and her husband had come over from Taiwan, met at a college in NY, and married. Their money base was still in Taiwan, but in the late 1950s and 1960s, his parents had placed sons in several countries to establish family bases to counter the tension in China.
Li had money, grandchildren, and a husband who was spending a lot of time in Taiwan integrating and settling the family finances after the death of his parents. Li was pretty, but had given herself over to plastic surgeons trying to look like 35 instead of her later 60s. Too bad, because she looked a little ghoulish, too thin, too perfect, creating little imbalances. She was an older member of Dee's circle. Maybe since I am a little older, I was introduced to Li at a lunch and Dee included me a few other times. Dee set up a separate lunch to discuss a financial issue with her and Li. I met Li and waited for Dee. Then we got a text from Dee saying she was delayed, keep talking. We did lunch, no Dee and not done discussing. Li said she had access to the concierge lounge and suggested going there to wait for Dee. As I said, she has money, clout and probably high end status with most chains.
During our discussions, she kept opening more personally to me, implying and then stating her emotional distance from her husband. No divorce, just a comfortable global family lifestyle. She warmed up and I touched her hand offering a sense of support. I withdrew, but she placed her other hand on mine and held my hand. Well the conversation went forward and I found myself finding some beauty in her sculpted face. I realized her figure was evident in the camisole under her expensive jacket. Her hanging tits were swaying and I found I was aware of the pattern of her breasts writing on her family front. Probably hanging and empty, but there was a nice shape there. The concierge hostess brought an envelope to Li. Li smiled, pulled my hand, and asked me to "Come."
I did. A little horny, confused between hopeful and askance, but I went with her. She turned down the hall, found the room and withdrew a card key, slipping it into the lock and opening the door. She reached for me, as if I would flee, and I followed her into the nice room. Closing the door, she turned, made eye contact for the first time since leaving the lounge, held both hands and pleaded, "Please."
