'Tell if you like,' John heard as he walked into the Asian gift shop.
The store was empty except for an old Asian woman sitting behind the counter, her dark, slanted eyes giving him a curious look as he walked down a narrow aisle lined with shelves displaying all kinds of novelties and gifts.
He sniffed the air and noticed a smoking incense stick sticking out of a small jade box on the counter where the lady sat.
'Smells nice in here,' he said, making conversation.
She didn't respond. She watched him explore the shelves until he walked up to the counter and said, 'I'm looking for a gift...for a woman.'
She responded with a sly smile, before stepping from behind the counter and leading him to the back room. That's when he noticed the graceful, leaf-shaped gold armlet on her right arm and the tight mandarin dress she wore. His gaze traveled down to her nicely shaped backside, her trim yet curvy hips swaying with each step, a hint of ivory thigh peering from the waist-high slits, as the 'tap' of her black, stiletto heels echoed in the dim interior.
'A little too provocative for someone's grandmother,' John thought. 'But a nice ass.'
The old woman must have read his mind. She looked at him and giggled as they stopped in front of a wall lined with shelves. John avoided her gaze but was unprepared for the spectacle before him.
They stood in front of a table covered with phalluses of every size, color, and texture. On the shelves were dozens of three-inch-high, nude figurines. He gazed at a riot of naked men and women. Some masturbated by themselves. Others engaged in everything from one-on-one sex to orgies that would've broken the laws in a few states.
She selected a woman kneeling with her mouth wide open and said, 'Called Netsuke. Very detailed, yes?' She turned it to reveal tiny painted hairs around two holes. One for the pussy. Another for the anus.
'Very realistic. Arrange any way you like,' the woman said. She placed a kneeling man with an erection behind the woman and slid the porcelain cock into the anus.
'I guess,' John replied. His gaze wandered to the figurine of a dark-haired beauty lying on a jade couch. He saw a tiny gold band around the arm.
The old woman noticed this and picked it up. 'You like?'
Embarrassed, John backed away.
Noticing what it was he was waving around, he set it down quickly and blushed.
The woman seemed disappointed. She pointed to the front.
'Vases near the window. You go pick one. I give good price.'
John hurried to the front of the store. He quickly scanned the shelves, found a very proper-looking vase, and walked back to the counter where the old woman was wrapping a small parcel. She smiled, rang up the vase, gave him the change, and handed over the parcel.
'I didn't pay for that' John said.
'A gift. You like incense, yes?' she said while pressing the package in his hand.
He stammered. 'Yes, but...'
The woman stepped from behind the counter, led him to the door, and said, 'You take...a gift!' She opened the door; the sound of the chimes was almost drowned out by the passing traffic. John found himself pushed outside.
'I have to close...you open tonight before sleep. Enjoy!'
Bright sunlight and loud traffic greeted his eyes and ears. The woman locked the door and pulled down the shade. His beeper went off. It was the office.
'Damn!' he thought, 'I'll be late for the afternoon meeting.' He shuffled the packages in his hands, 'I'll come back tomorrow and return this thing,' he said to himself and walked back to the office.
Natalie, John's secretary, admired the vase's intricate designs. 'I love it, where did you get it?'
'The Oriental shop down the street,' John responded. She gave him a confused look. 'I thought that place was closed for the week. I know the owner. He's on vacation with his niece.'
'It was open. An older Asian woman was at the counter.'
'Well, it's mine now.' She smiled and flounced off to show it to the other secretaries.
John got home tired and puzzled. The shop had been closed, so Natalie said. But it hadn't. It was open.
After a quick shower he put on his pajamas, sat on his bed, and opened the old woman's gift.
'Might as well see what it's like,' he muttered while unwrapping it.
It was a jade incense box adorned with designs and fine patterns he couldn't make out. A few incense sticks and a small object wrapped in red paper lay inside. After unwrapping it he saw to his surprise it was the nude Asian woman on the jade couch.
'Great! Now I have to go back tomorrow. She'll probably say I stole it.'
He stared at the figurine. It was real, so detailed. Her body was perfectly proportioned, the nipples dark and full, tipping a pair of exquisitely inviting breasts. The hips tapered from a small waist and led to a pair of smooth, shapely legs. The eyes were half-closed, the full, red lips tempting and seductive.
'I wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips,' John thought, feeling his cock stir.
He sighed, ran his fingers along the tiny, yet perfect body, and thought how pathetic he was. Here I am getting horny over a porcelain figure.
Lighting an incense stick he placed it through one of the holes in the box. On lying down he saw the bulge of his cock under the sheets and said out loud, 'Guess you won't let me sleep tonight.' He wrapped his hand around the stiff member but decided he didn't feel like masturbating. The incense had a calming effect. After a deep breath, John felt himself sliding into sleep, still feeling the hardness of his erection in his fist.
After what seemed like a few seconds, he woke up naked under the sheets and at once turned to look at the incense stick. It was still burning but the figurine was missing. Hearing a noise, he turned and saw the most beautiful sight in his entire life.
A gorgeous Asian woman with long black hair and wearing a tight red mandarin dress stood next to his bed. Creamy thighs and hips peeked out of waist-high slits and the outline of her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. She bowed politely and sat next to him. She smelled like cherry blossoms.
As she leaned close to his face, John recognized the leaf-shaped band on her right arm. Before he could make any comment, she held the back of his head and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. Her breath tasted sweeter than honey and she purred like a kitten as her tongue gently probed into his mouth.
"Might as well enjoy this dream, he thought as he leaned into her kiss. Raising his hands, he gently massaged her supple back.
The purr turned into a moan. She responded by kneading his arms and chest. It was his turn to gasp when her long red nails glided over the area just above his throbbing cock.
This has got to be the fullest, hardest ass I've ever held; he thought squeezing her firm yet pliant round globes.
She leaned back, gave him a playful smile, and pulled down the sheets, exposing his penis. Her eyes glistened like two black pools. She crossed her legs, allowing her thighs and most of her hips to appear from the slits of her dress.
'Am I glad I'm a leg man,' John said.
She gave him a coy look, took his hand, and ran it over her bare thighs, stomach, and the inviting swell of her right breast. Her nipples seemed to dig into his palm. Then she climbed on the bed, straddled his chest, and undid her dress in a slow, languid manner. The red fabric cascaded down her body revealing the creamy glory of her upturned, generously tipped breasts, her slim waist, and inviting hips.
John instantly feasted on her nipples, making her gasp and hiss as his hand traveled to the wet, silky hairs of her crotch. His finger slipped into the tightest pussy he had ever met. Her gasping turned into deep, throaty moans.
She sat up, took his fingers from her crotch, and licked the juices with her darting tongue.
John understood. He eased down to her thighs, his tongue traveling over her moist, puffy lips and into her juicy love hole. He sucked at her prissy little clit, nibbling and blowing his breath over the hard little bud. She giggled with delight. He glanced up, saw her enjoying her breasts, and resumed his feast, alternating between deep probes and gentle nibbles.
The technique worked. He felt her buttocks clench and writhe. She arched her back, gave a loud moan that was almost a scream, and uttered her only word for the night.
'Yes!'
Her body seemed to collapse for a moment. She got off his face, cuddled on the pillow next to his, and lapped her juices off his cheeks, lips, and chin. Her tongue licked his neck as she pressed his veined meat between her breasts and rubbed his throbbing pole, making him gasp as a faint stream of jism shot out and land on her right cheek.
Shrugging an apology, 'I should have warned you', John said.
She just smiled, wiped her cheek, and licked the pearly drop off her palm. Her face now hovered just above his hard member. She licked the tip, playfully bit the head, and ran her tongue over his shaft before parting her lips and drawing him into her mouth.
Feels like butterfly wings, he thought as her lips enveloped him. She sucked gently at first, then harder, moving her exquisite face up and down as she reached up with one hand and began to toy with his nipples. His pulse surged in his ears as he gripped the sheets and gasped for air. Her other hand reached between his legs gently scratching his tense sac.
The surge in his body became a torrent of pleasure he could barely control until that familiar, hot, wet feeling gushed out of his body and exploded in her mouth. He could barely hear her loud, sucking sounds, her almost purr-like moans making that whisky mouth gently vibrate, sending ripples of pleasure until...
John woke up.
He was alone, in his bed, still in his pajamas. He looked under the sheets, expecting a wet, sticky coating on his pants.
'Strangest wet dream I ever had,' he murmured.
He looked at the night table. The figurine was there, next to the incense box, the wick now small and spent.
The last thing John thought of was the face on the figurine. He eyed her closely and was surprised to see her expression seemed changed. She looked pleased, and dare he think it, satisfied.
He stopped by the store the next day and rattled the door handle. No one at home. The only thing greeting him was a 'closed' sign stipulating that the owners would return in a week.
That night, his cock stirring at the memory of the previous night, he decided to light the incense one more time.
It was just a dream, he thought. Something in his mind said otherwise as the aroma covered him and he drifted into sleep. The last thing he saw before his eyes closed was the figurine, her skin seeming to shine with life.
