This is a work of fiction with a few elements of reality and more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex.
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To be honest, I was slightly nervous as my mother gave me a last hug and kiss on the cheek. I'd just checked in at Heathrow for my flight to Hong Kong. I was going to turn 18 during the flight and was visiting my brother who lives there. My father shook my hand and then hugged me before repeating the same advice he'd given me several times over the past weeks. This would be my first trip alone and my parents were rather anxious.
I acted as if it was no big deal, however I was apprehensive about the length of time I'd be spending in the air and the fact that I'd be arriving in a foreign country, it was exciting but also terrifying. My name is Chris and my brother, Patrick, is twelve years my senior and had lived in Hong Kong for just over a year. He'd landed a job at an investment bank and, apart from the difficulty in finding a flat, seemed to be enjoying his life there. From what he'd told us in his emails and during some skype chats, it was extremely difficult to get a decent place unless you were a millionaire!
After months of searching, he'd finally had to settle for a one bedroom flat with what they called a sky view. This basically meant you could see the sky if you stuck your head out of the window! My parents had bought me the ticket as a birthday gift and I'd be staying with my brother for almost two months. Upon my return to the UK I'd be starting my first year at university. I was a somewhat of a loner and preferred staying indoors working on my computers to socialising with others. My parents were hoping the trip to Hong Kong would help me lose my shyness and become more independent and worldly.
Due to the age gap, Patrick and I weren't that close and he'd basically ignored me during as I grew up. It was understandable and I didn't hold it against him. I some ways I envied his confidence and success in everything he did and I was hoping that as I was now an adult he'd treat me more like an equal. He would be at work from Monday to Friday and only had time free on the weekends, so I'd be left to my own devices for most of the time. Patrick had already hinted that I shouldn't expect him to babysit me on his days off as he'd built up a network of friends and would be spending the majority of his free time with them. I wasn't upset about this as his character was totally different to mine. He was very outgoing and confident and, unlike me, always had plenty of friends of both genders.
I knew he wasn't overjoyed at my visit, which was understandable considering the limited space in his home. I'd be sleeping on a pull-out couch in the living/dining area and there was only one small bathroom. In one of his recent emails he'd told me that he often had "friends" stay over and I'd just have to stay out of the way. By "friends" I presumed he meant women and in my mind I wondered how he expected me to keep out of the way if three of us had to share the tiny space!
Despite all of that, I was looking forward to Hong Kong. I'd always been fascinated by Chinese culture and Hong Kong was the ideal stepping stone for future trips to the mainland. Another reason I was excited was something I'd never revealed to anyone before, I was enchanted by Asian women. I found western girls quite frightening as they were often loud, brash and bigger than me! Being only 175cm tall and of slim build this was a real issue and I was hoping I might actually get to know a nice girl.
This was something no one else knew and all of my family and acquaintances thought I had absolutely no interest in females. My parents had even had an embarrassing conversation with me a few weeks ago, where they'd openly asked me if I was gay, while stressing it was fine and nothing to be ashamed of. I'd tried to convince them that this wasn't the case and had explained that I was shy and just hadn't met the right girl yet. They said they believed me but I could see the doubt in their eyes. I was of course still a virgin and the closest I'd been to a girl was when I was sitting next to one at school.
With a final wave to my parents I went through the security check, finding it humiliating when a female security officer checked what was causing the metal detector to beep. My belt buckle was the culprit and I found the repeated brushing of a hand held wand over my crotch completely unnecessary. She gave me a sly smile as she finally let me pass and I sensed that she had done this on purpose. I checked the display and saw I had plenty of time to reach the indicated gate. Taking the advice of my father, I purchased a couple of drinks for on board and then settled down in the waiting area. There were only a few other people there and I wondered if the flight would be empty. Sadly, this was not to be and the area rapidly filled up as boarding time got closer. I studied my fellow passengers, many of whom were Asian and quickly selected a few I wouldn't mind sitting next to.
I'd never been amongst so many foreigners as we lived in a small village about three hours' drive from London and I seldom visited our capital city. To my delight the young Asian women were just as I'd imagined. Petite, pretty and seemingly far more reserved than the local girls. In the queue to board the aircraft I felt rather tall and felt like I towered over many of the others. This was another first for me and I already felt elated.
To my delight there was a family of four just in the queue ahead of me. The two daughters were both very pretty and chatting to each other animatedly. They wearing comfort clothes (another tip from my father) which consisted of yoga pants and t-shirts. The pants were skin tight and I could clearly make out the lines of what must be their underwear. Their tops, in contrast, were rather baggy and loose. When one of them bent down to retrieve something from a bag, the collar gaped open and I was presented with a clear view of her bra which was black in colour and had some lace.
The garment in question seemed to be slightly too large for what it was containing and as her arms moved around it also gaped and very briefly revealed a tiny breast and a rather larger darkly coloured nipple. I only just managed to supress a gasp and quickly turned to look away as I felt I'd already rudely invaded her privacy. My face felt hot and I was sure I was blushing furiously but it didn't stop the blood rushing to my penis. I'd never seen anything like this in real life and my father's tip of loose clothing was now proving flawed.
My lightweight chino pants were already showing a distinct bulge and this was only the beginning! I quickly bent forwards and picked up my backpack, hoping to use it as cover, which proved quite successful. Since the pack wasn't full, it melded itself against my crotch and allowed my penis to grow whilst remaining hidden. The image of the tiny breast and its impressive nipple refused to leave my mind and I felt my penis throb each time I thought of it. Of course I'd seen pictures of breasts on my computer screen many times but seeing one in the flesh was something totally different.
You might already have realized that one of the other things I loved about Asian ladies was the fact that they often had small breasts. For some reason I found a small breast far more appealing than a large one. I wouldn't say the larger variety was off putting, but I just didn't find it very appealing. Far more important to me was the nipple, here my preference was the opposite. The bigger the better! What I'd just seen was almost perfection, a small bump of breast flesh capped by a nipple that looked like a raspberry. I could only imagine how it would grow even larger when aroused! As you can imagine, these thoughts did nothing to decrease the lump in my pants and more importantly were causing some seepage. I prayed that my thin boxer shorts would absorb the fluid before it left an obvious stain on my trousers.
As the queue moved slowly forwards I couldn't help but take another look at the girls. Interestingly the bumps under their t-shirts looked rather large and I surmised that the bra, of the one that had given me the show, was heavily padded. This was probably also the reason it had so easily revealed the treasure hidden beneath. It was an important lesson for me and I realised that what you saw when a woman was clothed was not a reliable indicator of what was actually there.
I suppose some women would find having a small breast a deficiently, much like a man with a small penis. I myself was reasonably happy with what Mother Nature had bestowed on me, although it did have some attributes I was less pleased with. The size and thickness were fine and, according to my research, above average for a white male. Where I fell out of the norm was in its shape when aroused, here most of them seemed to be straight or with an upward curve and standing vertically. Mine however, had a distinct downward curve and stood horizontal, meaning the tip actually pointed towards my feet.
The other issue that put me in a minority was the fact that I was circumcised, this is not uncommon but in our family I was the only one. My circumcision was due to a medical condition and neither my father nor brother was cut. Growing up, I'd always felt there was something wrong with me and had diligently avoided being seen naked by anyone. A psychiatrist would probably conclude that this had much to do with my lack of confidence with the opposite sex and my reluctance to be intimate. The last time anyone had seen me in the buff was just after the operation to remove my foreskin which took place when I was 8.
The queue began to move faster and it wasn't long before it was my turn to hand over my boarding card. This was quite tricky to do while maintaining my cover and I have a feeling the somewhat effeminate member of staff was aware of my predicament as he gave me a worrying wink and smile. I quickly moved on and began to panic as I realised a problem. At my seat I would be expected to place my bag in the overhead compartments. If my erection hadn't abated by then I'd have no way of hiding it!
I tried to concentrate on unpleasant thoughts but try as I might, whenever I glimpsed the girl ahead of me the image of that breast and nipple appeared before my eyes, causing another surge of blood to my nether regions. I was hoping the family would soon take their seats and I would be able to move past them. This was not to be and they settled in the centre, just one row before my own aisle seat. I stood before my designated seat and considered what to do.
There was no way I could lift my backpack. There were already people seated in the centre and window seat of my row and they were looking at me expectantly. The people behind me were growing impatient and I decided the only thing I could do was sit and keep my bag on my lap for the time being. I sat down and did this but was immediately aware that this was only a temporary solution. My backpack was far too bulky to keep on my lap and the economy seat was already a tight fit, even for a person with my diminutive stature. In addition to this I was sitting on my seatbelt buckle, a pillow and a blanket!
As the other passengers settled around me I was still perched uncomfortably and was trying to think of a way to get out of this predicament. I realised that, for once, my downward curvature was of advantage. I wiggled in my seat and lifted my bag slightly, letting my penis slide down my left pant leg. Instead of a tent there was now a far less noticeable bulge. Standing up however was still a no go! I placed my bag in the aisle and pulled the blanket and pillow from under me, placing them on my lap as I opened the seatbelt.
This was already far more comfortable and I was contemplating the next step. I was saved the necessity of standing by a very helpful and rather attractive flight attendant. She asked me if she should place my bag into the overhead locker and I nodded gratefully as I watched her perform the task. She was Asian and fitted my definition of an ideal woman. I took the opportunity to study her as she reached up with the bag. Her uniform stretched tightly over her chest and I thought I could make out the shadow of her bra through the slightly sheer fabric of her white shirt. Her breasts seemed quite large but I now knew that this might not actually be the case.
