I'm sorry but I must insist on keeping my true identity a secret while sharing the following story. But only because this is a telling of real-life events that I have to assume would shock if not possibly even disturb just about everyone I know. Although if it helps, 'Li-Ming' is a suitable substitute for my actual name.
I was born and raised in the American Midwest to first-generation Chinese immigrants. And trust me when I say that my physical appearance broadcasts my heritage loud and clear. In addition to my distinctly Asian skin tone, facial features and mane of jet-black hair; I stand only 5' 3" and tip the scales at a mere 110 pounds. Also my boobs are shaped just as small as the rest of my body and fit perfectly inside of bras labeled '32-B.' And so too is my tush shaped just as humble in size as I'm shaped everywhere else also.
But at least I hardly look my age. Not to brag but I could still pass for being 30 even now well into my 40s. Which I'll take as a trade-off for not being shaped all that curvy. And besides, what little in the way of curves I do possess remain remarkably toned for a woman of my age. I can even still get away with going braless under most types of blouses and tops without anyone being any the wiser. Same as my tush also remains shaped pert and perky to the max.
So long story short, I wound up graduating college, getting married and giving birth to my only child within a span of two years. And I've worked as a realtor in my home town ever since. The money is pretty good and the hours are flexible so I've always been happy with my chosen profession.
My marriage didn't work out quite so well however. We were officially divorced just weeks following my 30th birthday. It was a combination of a lot of things really. Mainly our personalities began to clash the longer we remained together. But at least there wasn't any infidelity involved. My now former ex-husband and I remained both sexually active and faithful to one another right up until we decided it was time to go our separate ways. Which made our parting relatively peaceful at least. We pretty much just split our possessions down the middle, separated our finances and agreed to joint custody of our daughter.
Who I'll call 'Calla' for the purpose of this story. She's truly the light of my life and the best thing that's ever happened to me. Tough on her as it must have been, she didn't even complain once she was forced to start living half the time with Mom and half the time with Dad. But then again she's always been agreeable to most everything and was never that big of a complainer in the first place. Even throughout her teenage years, she and I only fought a handful of times. And she was usually the one to apologize first afterwards on those few occasions as well. I'm lucky in that respect and I certainly know it. Being blessed with such a wonderful daughter in general I mean.
So I booked a cruise for just the two of us to celebrate Calla's graduation from college. A five-day, four-night trek around the Caribbean on board a ship based in Miami. It was the least I could do to show my appreciation for how great of a daughter she's always been. Neither of us had ever taken a cruise before and Calla must have already thanked me for the gift at least two dozen times by the time we were boarding our flight to South Florida.
Now I should explain that Calla's father is white so she's only half-Chinese. And remarkably attractive to boot. Even more-so than yours truly I'm not ashamed to admit. She even did some modeling in college to help pay the bills. For a decent-sized chain of department stores. Photos of her showing off swimsuits, dresses and other assorted outfits ran in their ad circulars for almost two straight years. And for good reason too.
Her dad is pretty tall so Calla grew to stand about 5'7". And she also wound up outgrowing me in another way as well. In two different places in fact. Even though she's otherwise built just as thin as I am, she's been wearing 32-C-cup bras since her freshman year in college. And her tush too is proportioned the same with plenty more mass than would be expected for someone so skinny.
And she's extremely pretty just in reference to her face alone. Almost exotic-looking in a way. While her somewhat slanted eyes and tiny mouth give away her Asian heritage, her pale skin and narrow nose point also to her European heritage. All of which is framed by a beautiful mane of wavy dark-brown hair that Calla lets grow out almost to her waist.
So at the ages of 22 and 46 respectively, Calla and I were both officially single at the time of our little jaunt around the Caribbean. She had been dating this guy she met at college off and on ever since the start of her sophomore year but broke things off just before graduation. Later on she explained to me that, "He was always destined to be my college boyfriend and nothing else." Which I could understand having had a college boyfriend myself before I met Calla's father.
And going through our divorce was enough to convince me that one marriage was enough to last me a lifetime. In the meantime I've casually dated maybe a dozen men in total but only wound up becoming boyfriend/girlfriend with just four of those guys. Nothing too serious however. That's my rule. So as a result my longest post-divorce relationship to date only lasted a mere four years. And I had just parted ways with my most recent beau maybe six months prior to my trip with Calla.
It was just the usual. He was wanting more out of our relationship than I was willing to go along with. It was my fault really for getting romantically involved with a guy almost ten years my junior in the first place. It took almost three years but the novelty of getting laid on a fairly regular basis by "a total Asian MILF" (his words, not mine) finally wore off. So I rebuked his request to make our relationship "something more permanent" and instead broke things off with him for good.
Which brings me to a conversation I had with Calla on our flight down to Miami. Just let me mention first that we were seated side by side in the relative privacy of first-class so we could speak back and forth without the risk of being overheard by anyone. What can I say? I went all out and splurged on the only college graduation present that I will ever get to give to any child of mine.
So maybe an hour after takeoff and something like 30,000 feet over nothing but corn fields from horizon to horizon, Calla turned to face me in her seat and signaled for me to remove my headphones. Which I did but then complained about being interrupted while listening to Mozart.
"We need to talk about something though," she declared. "What should we do if one of us needs to use our cabin for some alone-time with someone else? Hang something like a tie or a scarf on the doorknob as a sign?"
Truly confused, "A sign of what?" I asked. "What in the world are you talking about?"
Suddenly with a smile etched upon her beautiful face, "C'mon now Mom," Calla replied. "You got rid of your ball and chain years ago now. And you aren't even dating anyone right now either. So there's nothing stopping you from hooking up with a guy onboard the ship and... You know. What happens in the Caribbean stays in the Caribbean. I never saw anything. I promise!"
I then felt the need to explain to Calla that her mother has never been one to sleep around outside the confines of an actual relationship. Even though she was fully aware of that fact already I should add. Then I ended my little speech with, "Now if you on the other hand want to hook up with some random guy on board, so be it. Have fun. Just be careful is all I ask."
After thinking things over for a bit, "Or what if it's some random girl instead?" Calla asked in reply. "Would that be a problem?"
Which it never would have been of course. I could have cared less if my daughter was straight, bi, lesbian or whatever else. My love for her remains unconditional regardless. Her health, safety and happiness are all that truly matters to me.
But I was still a little taken aback at Calla's words. She had never seemed to express any interest in the fairer sex like that before. At least not around me anyway. So I couldn't help but ask, "Are you trying to tell me something sweetie? Is that what this is all about?"
