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Chinese Fortune Nookie
by The Saucy Wench (wenchsaucy@aol.com)

***

A diner makes an unexpected friend of a young Chinese 
waitress. (FF, intr, toys, asian)

***

I was dining in a Chinese restaurant with a male 
companion. An acquaintance who had pestered me to go to 
dinner with him so many times that I finally relented. 
He was an interesting enough conversationalist, and the 
food was good, so I was glad I accepted. But he was 
flirting enough that I knew he was going to make a pass.

Which I would try to sidestep gracefully; no interest 
there.

I'm about 5 foot 5, 110 pounds, late 20's. Mid-length 
brown hair and brown eyes. Slim, but a good figure. 
Perky. Cute. That's how I'm usually described.

I was chasing my last few shrimp down with my 
chopsticks, and playing with the rice while I continued 
to use up the pot of hot tea, adding enough sugar 
packets to cause comment from my date. And there was 
still a potsticker left! I wolfed it down. Did I mention 
I love Chinese food? Meanwhile, he continued to make 
small talk.

I found my gaze drawn to our waitress. She was a short 
haired Chinese girl, petite and pretty with an Elvin 
face. Dressed in typical conservative fashion for a 
waitress at a Chinese restaurant, her figure was slim 
but there was something very sexy about her. She smiled, 
and when she spoke she was friendly and bashfully shy at 
the same time. She spoke English well though, so it 
didn't seem to be awkwardness with the language. Just a 
deservedness that still didn't hide a good-natured aura 
that she broadcast. Cute.

We got our fortune cookies. His read, YOU HAVE GREAT 
PHYSICAL POWERS AND AN IRON CONSTITUTION. Mine read, NOW 
IS THE TIME TO TRY SOMETHING NEW.

We played the Fortune Cookie game.

You know the Fortune Cookie game, don't you? You simply 
add the phrase "in bed" to the end of any Fortune 
Cookie. Instant double entendre! Usually to hilarious 
results. Highly recommended, especially if you're ever 
dining out with about six people at a Chinese 
restaurant, everyone reads their fortune aloud and adds 
that phrase.

Of course, my dinner companion used that as a lead-in 
for more flirting. I tried to remain non-committal.

He excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Our waitress came by the table to take away some plates, 
and asked if I wanted anything for dessert.

I smiled wickedly. "No, I couldn't eat anything else. 
Well, almost anything." I looked at her directly in the 
eyes and smiled. She looked at me puzzled, also smiling. 
I couldn't tell whether she just didn't understand what 
I meant, or if she was wondering if I was flirting with 
her.

She smiled uncertainly, and then reached across to get 
some more dishes.

"What do you think of my fortune?" I asked.

She looked down. "Now is the time to try something new."

She glanced quizzically in the direction of the 
bathrooms.

I shook my head. "No, I don't think that's what it 
meant."

There was a pause. What the heck, I thought.

"But I do so like eating Chinese... food," I said.

This time I locked eyes with her, and licked my lips.

Her eyes widened, and she looked a little flustered.

My companion returned, and she hurried away.

She brought the check a few minutes later, and my date 
got his credit card out. She continued to keep herself 
busy at nearby tables, wiping them off, straightening 
napkins, but I could feel her gaze on me periodically. I 
made sure he gave her a more than generous tip.

 * * *

A few weeks later I was pushing a shopping cart through 
a supermarket. As usual, I'd gotten the one with a bad 
wheel. "Now is the time to try something new." said a 
soft voice behind me. I turned around, and it was her. 
She was dressed in tennis shoes, jeans, and a plain 
white T-shirt. She looked very fresh and vibrant.

I gestured to the plastic wrapped eggrolls in my basket 
from the Deli. "Here I am, with a hankering to eat some 
Chinese again..."

She giggled, and again, I wasn't sure whether she got 
the innuendo, or was just politely responding the way 
you do when someone says something that seems to be 
meant humorously. Her name was Susan (I admit, I 
expected something more exotic and Chinese).We chatted a 
bit. There was something about her that really turned me 
on. She was 22. I'd thought she was maybe 19.

After awhile, since we did both have carts full of 
groceries; there was that awkward pause when we both 
knew it was time to move on but not sure how to 
gracefully part ways. I mentioned that I was going to 
work out later this afternoon at my fitness club. She 
expressed an interest, and I asked if she wanted to join 
me as my guest. No, she couldn't today, she said, she 
had to work. But there was something about the way she 
said it that seemed wistful. I wrote down my phone 
number on a slip of paper. "Well, give me a call if you 
want a workout some evening." Again her dark eyes 
widened, and she looked away, but quickly glanced back 
with a look that seemed inquiring; I sensed an interest. 
And I think she knew I was flirting with her.

* * *

 Three or four days later I got home from work, and the 
phone rang. It was Susan. She wanted to go to the 
fitness center with me. We arranged to meet there.

 She was waiting in the parking lot when I got there. 
Sweatpants, T-shirt, and tennis shoes. We did a few 
different exercise machines, and ran a treadmill. Worked 
up a good sweat. After about 45 minutes, I got some 
towels. "Let's hit the showers." She looked at me 
appraisingly.

A few minutes later, in the locker room, she shyly 
peeled off her clothes. I followed suit. I unabashedly 
examined her naked body. Trim, a little boyish, but very 
pretty. She had small breasts like mine, and was a 
couple of inches shorter than I was. She looked very 
innocent and very sexy. On an otherwise pale body, she 
had a beautiful thatch of pubic hair, as jet black as 
that on her head. She was hairier down there than I 
would have imagined. I myself was recently shaved (not 
by myself!). She was looking me up and down too as we 
stepped into the showers and soaped up. But she was 
trying to do it out of the corner of her eye. I didn't 
hide, as the warm water hit me, I stretched luxuriously, 
arms above my head, up on my tiptoes, arched my back, 
raised my chin and with eyes closed offered myself to 
the cascade of water. As I soaped up, I made a show of 
washing my breasts, between my legs, and I bent over a 
couple of times to soap up my legs and feet, pointing my 
ass at her one time, another time facing towards her, my 
small breasts hanging down, rivulets of water dripping 
off them and my hair.

 Afterwards, I took her hand and led her to the sauna.

We sat, towels wrapped around us, covering our breasts. 
We were alone. I started kneading her shoulders, her 
neck, running my fingers down her back, tracing her 
shoulderblades, her backbone. She shivered, despite the 
sauna heat. I pushed the towel down to get at the small 
of her back. We were both covered in a sheen of fresh 
sweat. She closed her eyes, enjoying my massage. "I love 
backrubs!" she cooed.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" I said.

She looked shyly downward. "Not... not with a 
Caucasian."

"But you have ---?" She nodded.

Well, I wasn't corrupting the innocent then.
I reached around, ran my fingers over her breasts, in 
smaller and smaller circles that ended up on her 
nipples, which I squeezed gently. They were already 
hard. I snuggled up to her, my towel falling, my pussy 
against her ass, my legs around hers on the bench. I 
reached down from her breasts, ran my fingers through 
her pubes, then started to toy with her pussy and clit. 
She started sighing softly.

She turned and our mouths met, and her tongue darted in 
and out. She slowly traced a line downward with her 
tongue, down my chin, my neck, between my breasts, 
across my smooth tummy, and when she got between my 
legs, she started licking me down there. I stared down 
at her pretty face, and continued to stroke her neck and 
back.

Suddenly we heard voices outside the sauna. We 
straightened up, she snatched her tongue out of my 
snatch, we grabbed our towels, and the door banged open. 
In walked two women in their 40's, and not very 
attractive ones at that. I felt all flushed, and when 
they looked at us, I wondered at first if there was 
something about us that telegraphed what we had been 
doing. But I finally decided no, we probably just looked 
like any two disheveled sweaty girls in a sauna.

We exited a few minutes later. Instantly the moisture on 
me turned cold and clammy. As we passed a toilet stall, 
Susan pushed open the slightly ajar door and pulled me 
in, closing it behind her. I looked around at our small 
space. It looked reasonably clean; I don't ordinarily 
like to cavort in a public bathroom. She put down the 
lid of the toilet, and sat me down. She started frigging 
my pussy, first two, then three fingers. She had small 
hands, and slim wrists and arms. But what she did next 
surprised me. She was opening me wider and wider, using 
her other hand to hold my pussy lips open, while her 
fingers invaded me. After a few minutes of this, she 
worked her entire hand into my pussy. I felt opened wide 
and very filled. It was a little painful, but it was 
also a unique sensation. As many times as I'd been with 
women, none had ever done this before. I looked down. It 
was very strange, her arm led right between my legs, and 
her thin wrist disappeared into my pussy. It looked 
really bizarre, like an amputee or something. But I 
could tell her hand was there; she worked me from the 
inside. My opening was stretched wide, it gaped lewdly. 
I bit my lip to keep from crying out. After a few 
minutes I came so hard the room swam for a minute, I 
felt lightheaded. I had my arms around her, and I bit 
her shoulder gently to keep silent. I slowly came back 
to my senses, her warm flesh pressed against me. She 
pulled her hand out, with a audible noise. I felt a void 
down there, like my sex was a living thing, left hungry 
and gasping when its meal was withdrawn from it. 
Vocalizing its loss, I made little mewling noises. My 
eyes slowly came into focus. Susan was looking at me 
steadfastly. Her eyes were bright with excitement and 
barely contained lust.

We cleaned up afterwards, took another shower, and got 
dressed. Susan had worn her sweats to the gym, but in 
her bag she had other clothes...a denim skirt, white 
button down blouse, a plain white bra and pink panties. 
In the parking lot, we gave each other a hug, which 
didn't look too suspicious; we could have just been two 
good friends. "Follow me to my condo," I whispered, "I'm 
going to shave that hairy pussy of yours smooth." Her 
eyes widened with surprise in that delightful way she 
had.

"And I still haven't eaten Chinese yet..."

We got back to my Town House. As soon as the door was 
closed, we attacked each other with our mouths; I 
pressed her up against the wall. Kissed her hard, and 
frenched this little Chinese girl. My hands worked down 
the buttons of her blouse, and then I began cupping a 
breast through her bra. We stumbled into the living 
room. I kicked off my tennis shoes and jeans, barking a 
shin on the coffee table. Soon she was down to the pink 
panties. I was completely nude.

I led her upstairs to the bedroom, and pushed her back 
onto the big waterbed. "Wait here." I said. I went to 
the bathroom, got some warm water in a bucket, some 
shaving cream, a safety razor, and some towels and 
washcloths.

 I spread the towels under her legs, several layers, to 
cover the bed. Told her to raise her ass. Got a big 
thick towel under her. Each rearrangement made the 
waterbed slosh a little. I put the bucket down carefully 
on the bed. Eyed it to see if it was about to spill. It 
seemed stable.

I put a washcloth in the warm water, and then took it 
out and massaged her cunt with it. After several times, 
she was washed and wet down there, and her pubic hair 
was in damp piles, no longer a curly, springy bush but a 
wet mass. I used the rough texture of the washcloth to 
give a little wet friction between her pussy lips, and 
on her clit. She sighed softly, eyes closed. I foamed a 
little shaving cream into my hand, then spread it over 
her pussy hair. Her eyes opened at the sudden cool 
sensation."Hold still." I said. I began scraping away at 
her pubic hair, carefully. After every few swipes, I'd 
slosh the razor around in a bucket, and wipe her with 
the washcloth, then add more shaving cream as necessary. 
Susan spread her legs wider and wider as I did this, 
possibly a subconscious invitation, offering her sex 
exposed as much as she could. Soon she was hairless down 
there. After the final wipe with the washcloth, I wetted 
a fresh washcloth and again started the wet friction on 
her now smooth pussy. This time I increased the tempo 
unrelentingly, my fingers working the washcloth hard 
among her folds. Her eyes were open but dilated; she was 
staring up at the ceiling but not seeing anything. She 
gasped, moaned, her breathing ragged. She was mumbling 
some little words here and there, some English, some 
Chinese. I started alternating the speed of my washcloth 
strokes, three fast, then one slow. I did it like 
clockwork, very mechanical. Working her pussy like I was 
a Morse Code operator. Dit dit dit...dash! Dit dit 
dit...dash! She found the pattern and began bucking her 
hips in response. She cried out, and rhythmically came 
for a few minutes. Her body spasmed, and her legs 
thrashed a bit. I grabbed the bucket to make sure it 
wouldn't go over. She settled down and I got off the 
bed, removing the buckets and the towels, using the last 
towel to dry all around her cunt, wet with the water and 
with her own moisture.

I climbed onto the bed, and kissed her forehead. She 
smiled. I moved downwards, to her breasts, and took each 
in turn in my mouth. Her body had a delightful, unique 
scent. And taste. I slid further down, my hands each 
grasped an inner thigh, and I spread her wide again. My 
tongue slid across the area I had shaved, and then my 
lips started making love to her lower lips. My tongue 
started the same rhythm as the washcloth before, three 
quick strokes, and then a long, loving lick. My hands 
continued to push her legs apart, spread to a point that 
had to be almost painful. But she seemed to be spreading 
them herself as wide as she could. I quickly had her 
moaning incoherently again, spasming with multiple 
orgasms. I was wet and frigging myself with one hand. I 
eventually came too. We spent a few minutes drowsing in 
that postcoital bliss, a warm glow of spent sexual heat 
enveloping us. We lay side by side, her breasts pressing 
against mine. She played with my nipples leisurely, and 
I had one finger that was toying around her clit and 
smooth pussy.

I had a toy someone had given me that I hadn't used. I 
went and fetched it from the closet. It was simply a 
long flexible double-ended dildo, a pseudo-flesh color 
(although not anyone's flesh color I had ever met). 
Susan still was in a post-orgasmic stupor, eyes slightly 
open, but unseeing. I playfully trailed the dildo across 
her tummy, between her breasts, slid it between them 
like someone would titty fuck her, and when she opened 
her eyes to see what it was, she found this long dildo 
nestled between her breasts, one knobbed business end 
pointing at her face, a few inches from her mouth. She 
looked a little apprehensive. I slide back on the bed, 
on my knees, my head and torso bent backwards to 
position my pussy forward. Without too much ceremony I 
slid it into my cunt. It wasn't too thick, but it 
certainly made its presence known.

I sort of straddle-walked up the bed until the other end 
of the dildo was sliding towards her. She cautiously 
assumed my position...On her knees, leaning backwards. 
She inserted the dildo. Even with it in both of us, 
there was still a good 18 inches of it exposed between. 
It was about two and a half feet long.

We began a strange waltz there on the bed, sort of a 
duel, thrusting towards each other, the other thrusting 
back. I leaned forward at one point and tweaked each of 
her hard nipples, and then I had to fall back, it was 
too strenuous trying to maintain that position. Muscles 
in my legs were getting a workout they never did in the 
gym, no matter what exercise equipment I used. It was 
like we were doing some strange sexual version of the 
Limbo, bent backwards to pass under an invisible bar. We 
each grunted and moaned a bit on the alternating 
thrusts. Each reaction had an equal and opposite 
reaction. Here we were two nude, sexy, petite women, 
Caucasian and Oriental, joined by this lewd sextoy, 
invading each other. After a few minutes, trying to keep 
on my haunches was too exhausting and painful, so I 
leaned further back, and straightened out my legs, flat 
on the bed pointing to either side of her. She continued 
to kneel between my legs, bent backwards, rocking me and 
her in a sexy rhythm. After a few minutes we both came. 
She made the most delightful little noises in the midst 
of her orgasm.

Almost immediately I got the worst charley horse I've 
ever had in my life; the muscles on one leg seized up 
hard and painfully. I cried out, and grabbed my leg. 
Susan quickly saw my distress, and she instinctively 
scurried towards me. Of course, we were still joined by 
the implement, so that caused an even deeper 
penetration. I gasped. She slid backwards and awkwardly 
pulled the dildo out, first out of me, then out of 
herself, each with a wet pop. She tossed it aside, wet 
from both our pussies. She rubbed my spasming leg 
muscles and I gritted my teeth and straightened my leg 
and waited for it to pass.

We lay there, exhausted and sweaty."Obviously I need to 
do this more often, get those muscles in shape." I 
gasped.

Eventually, I recovered enough to move. I went to the 
kitchen, got some wine. And some fortune cookies I had 
from takeout awhile back.

"You know the Fortune Cookie game?" I asked.

"You mean the '--- in bed' one?"

"Yep."

She looked at me like I was a dim bulb. "You think I 
could work in a Chinese restaurant and not know the 
Fortune Cookie game?" She was starting to lose that shy 
bashful deservedness!

We cracked our Fortune Cookies, and lay there in bed, 
reading them.

Hers read, "Simplicity and clarity should be your theme 
in dress."

Mine was "You display the wonderful traits of charm and 
courtesy."

We read both of them aloud, and then added, "in bed!" 
after them, and burst out laughing.

"Wait a second, yours had a second fortune." I peeled 
the other slip of paper out of the crumbles. "A wise man 
knows everything. A shrewd one, everybody." "in bed!" we 
both chimed. And giggled.

"Well, sometimes it works better than others."

"What are you doing tonight?" I said.

"I'm free...I don't have to work until 2pm Sunday 
afternoon."

"Well, we have a Saturday night ahead of us then. How'd 
you like to go dancing?"

She dressed in that denim skirt and white blouse. I had 
some soft boots that fit her. A trim little package.

I dressed up in a black leather skirt and a red silk 
blouse. I decided to wear heels. I actually looked 
pretty slutty, which is unusual for me, usually I have 
an innocent nice girl facade.

We stood in the bathroom mirror, looking at our makeup.

We looked pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.

We got to the door. "Oh, there is one thing." I said. I 
reached up under her denim skirt, and peeled down those 
pink panties. I sank to my knees and guided them off 
over her boots, making her step out of each leg.

"Now you do the same to me." I said to her. Susan looked 
at me appraisingly, sank down and reached up under my 
skirt. She groped around a minute, encountering only my 
smooth pussy. "Oh, I forgot, I'm already not wearing 
panties." I said. She laughed. I took her panties and 
threw them across the room, where they landed on the 
sofa. "Let's go!" We headed out the door into the night.

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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