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Subject: {ASSM} Beijing Disco
Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 11:10:05 -0500
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Minors: don't read this or you will go blind. 
If you have comments, send em my way. thanks.


Beijing Disco

The night was going well. I was at a hot disco in Beijing dancing with
an ABC (American Born Chinese) named Kathy. What started out as some
eye contact led to flirting, which led to dancing. Which is why I was
grinding my crotch against hers and kneading her ass with both hands.
She was a looker: great Asian face, golden skin, and breasts that felt
really good pressed against me.

I had barely gotten her name, where she was studying, what she was
doing in BJ (Beijing). But that hardly mattered. All that mattered was
her arms around my neck, my hands kneading her ass through her pants
and my lips moving from her neck to her lips. We locked in a kiss. I
turned her around and pressed into her ass. A slight moan came to her
lips. My hands made their way from her bare midriff to her chest and
back again. God her tits felt nice.

Times like I love dancing -- my hand -- more than sex -- creeping
down-- the flashing lights -- to her pants -- the sweat-- and slipping
-- the smoke lingering in the air -- past her panties-- the heat of
your partner -- one finger -- the swaying bodies around you --
crawling past the hair -- the hypnotic beat -- and sliding along her
crack -- and then the pace of your dancing slows -- her head turning
to mine-- and eventually stops -- with her eyes closed -- and you find
yourself holding her chest while you kiss her from behind. Damn. The
song stopped.

But the kissed continued for a few precious moments more. "I really
need to go to the bathroom," she said, "I'll be right back, I
promise."

"Want me to come along and help," I said with a smile. "Yes. But I'll
go by myself." Waiting for a girl to come back from the bathroom
sucks. Especially when you don't know when she'll come back or even if
she'll be interested later. She came back and put her hands on my
chest, "John, my friend wants to go... she's pretty drunk and when she
gets drunk she gets really sleepy. Here's my number. Please call me
tomorrow, she said, running her hand down my body, pausing at my
crotch, and then moving to my hands. I walked her outside, holding her
hands, and gave her a peck on the cheek. Gosh, I can be such a
gentleman.

Well, maybe I had something for next week. But I was empty handed
tonight. I sighed and went to the bar, thinking of Kathy's arched body
in my arms. I can't wait to unwrap her, I thought. I saddled up to the
bar and ordered a Tsingtao. Actually I ordered about 10 times. The
bartenders barely listen to your orders. It's like they think if they
ignore you enough, you'll just go away. Good salesmanship. I sucked on
my Tsingtao, making the 15 kuai I spent on her last. I never go out
with more than 200 kuai (about 25 bucks) on me. I've had to many
friends get drunk, get friendly with a girl, and find themselves broke
and begging for money to get a taxi home. I was down to 50. Enough for
one drink and my ride home. The night was beginning to look hopeless.

I gazed out onto the dance floor, and scanned the crowd. She's hot
(and with a guy). She's not. I'd do her (if her big ass boyfriend
wouldn't mind). Wouldn't touch her if she paid me. Just the regular
dance floor scanning. I hadn't put my beer goggles on and that made my
chances to hook up with a "hottie" even slimmer.

Eyes: 3 Cuties on the Radar 4 o'clock!! 
Brain: Can we get a confirmation?
Eyes: check... 3 ... er.. 2 cuties at 4 o'clock!!
Brain: alright. 

I headed over to the vicinity and started doing my thing. I always
take time to approach girls. I've found you have to look closely at
them, make eye contact, and measure them up. Sometimes, what's nice
from far is far from nice and the damn low lights only aggravate this
phenomenon. On closer inspection I found one hottie and one backup
plan. I started dancing with them, and then I started dancing with the
hottie. Unfortunately, she would have nothing of it. I switched to the
backup. I held her hands and started pulling her in. She smiled at me.
We started dancing. And we just started dancing closer, and closer,
and closer until we were pressing against each other. Two songs later
we were moving our hands all over each other. One song later we found
ourselves on the dark plush couches that make this disco so great. My
hand had slipped up her shirt and was cupping her small breasts. She
looked at me and had a smile on her face. I know that smile; she'd
gotten around the block before. She started talking, "my name is
Annie."

Annie was her English name, and I honestly can't remember her Chinese
name. They make those things so hard to pronounce! She was one of the
locals who liked to hang out at the expatriate joints for the extra
entertainment it provided. I was certainly up to the task tonight.
"So, your sweet on me, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I said tweaking her nipple and running my hand along her leg.
"Good!" she said. With that she flipped her legs over and sat on my
lap facing me. She pushed me down and put forced her tongue in my
mouth. She led the pace. And the kissing was frantic, fast. What she
lost in technique she made up for in effort. My hand slipped under her
skirt and I started rubbing her. She kissed faster. My other hand
busied itself with her bra clasp. Her hands started rubbing me. I now
had easy access small breasts. I pulled the shirt up some and started
sucking on her nipple. She started moaning. Now my hands had both
moved to her other breast. I felt it was feeling left out. She pulled
my head closer to her breasts causing me to suck harder. She began dry
humping my jeans.

Her friends interrupted us. They snuck up in front of me and touched
her on her back. She adjusted her shirt some and turned to face them.
They started talking in Chinese. I was only able to pick out a few
phrases here and there. The ugly friend thought I was cute. The other
wanted to know if they should ditch us here. Everything else was
melodic tones and quick exchanges. My hands had drifted to her legs
and ass and I enjoying touching her while her friends watched with
smirks on their faces. They left and started dancing again. I decided
to up the ante a little. I pulled her close to me kissing her and
slipped my hand down her panties.

"Hold on there, not so fast," she said, stopping my hand. I turned her
over onto the couch and mounted her. "Yes" I said. I pushed my hand
down her panties again, feeling her wetness. "Let's go to your place,"
I offered. "I can't. I live with my parents. What about your place?"

Damn. My place was out of the question. I was still living on campus
and they didn't allow visitors after 11pm (kind of puts a cramp on
things sometimes). "Well, she said, "I can't just leave you
blue-balled like this."

"Where'd you learn that word?" I asked her. She just smiled and
kneeled to the side of me on the couch and moved her head closer to my
crotch. She unzipped my pants and played with my raging hard on
through my boxers and then slipped my dick out. She jacked on it,
looking at me for a second and then she devoured it. My head fell back
and I let out a sigh. God she felt so good. She sucked on my head,
twirling her tongue around and then she started to bob on my prick. I
pulled her skirt up and started feeling her ass through her panties.
This got her more excited. She moved two fingers around my penis and
started blowing me like a pro. I had never felt a job that felt this
good. In no time I'd be shooting my load down her throat.

"Hey let's go." I heard a voice. Her two friends came over and started
putting on their jackets. She didn't even react. She just kept on
sucking. Head moving up and down, up and down. Hand moving faster and
faster along my length. I on the other hand had noticed her friends.
And it wasn't helping things. Their glances moved from me to her
bobbing head, and they smiled at me. "C'mon. Let's go." they said
again. Her sucking got more insistent and I started forgetting about
her friends. Her other hand played with my balls. I got closer and
closer to orgasm. "If you don't finish in one minute, we're leaving."
And that's when she did it. I don't know what she did, but it was some
combination of tongue and teeth, and hands, and, whatever it was, it
was wonderful. I lost it and started shooting in her mouth. The first
spurt went down her throat; the second filled her mouth, had pulled
off me by the third shot and it blasted onto the table between her
friends and us. She squeezed my balls and the fourth shot fired out
and landed on the knee of her friends black leather hot pants. The
rest dribbled out around her hands she got up, swallowed my load and
licked the cum off her hands and said, "Gotta go." her friends handed
her jacket to her and they left me there. As I buckled myself up I
couldn't shake the image of two girls watching as their friend wrapped
her lips around me and sucked me off, and then left me hanging to dry.

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