Undressing Tingting

I was less deft with her skirt; but, having made her choice she was determined, guided my fingers to the buttons. And off it came, to reveal plain white standard uninspiring knickers. Another time I will write all about underwear and Chinese woman; it’s an interesting topic.

She flinched at first when I kissed her pussy through the fabric; but more kisses on her mouth, and breasts, erased those qualms, and down came the panties – her pussy neatly trimmed, elegant, her body beautiful, lithe, smooth. She flinched again when I went down on her and almost pushed my head away. But only almost; she stopped that when the feeling of it hit her. I guess her husband is a dull guy… in fact, I am sure of it, for, later, after demurring at going on top but then doing it anyway, and doing it with great verve and passion (moving her hips so that her pussy made tiny circles with my cock, and combining this with pelvic squeezes; or arching back to ride me, or falling forward to kiss me) she told me `I never do it like that.. I’ve only ever done it with the man on top..’

This is why China is pussy paradise; six years this guy has had this wife, and has never thought to try anything beyond the missionary, has never even (my ego prompts me to be sure) gone down on her. Thirty two years, and she has never been eaten out. And yet the passion with which she fucked me, and her general willingness to try anything I suggested, shows how open minded and keen to find out she is; and how she moved when she straddled me shows she has given it some thought, done some reading – for she did not at all behave like the novice she said she was.

It is women like her who make life so joyful here – and not just for the sheer easy sex of it, but also for the wonderfully ego-boosting kick of giving them a pleasure they have never felt before.

And so we made pretty good love, and she got into it, as I did. Doctor that she is, she was of course wary of pregnancy, and so I wore a condom, after some hassle in getting it on and her amused laughter at it being too small. This too is worth writing about at some point, for there is much to say about cock sizes and condoms.

When I came I began to pull it off so as to come on her, and she grabbed it too, sweeping it off and frenziedly milking my cock as I came on her. It was indeed most sexy. After cuddles, and a shower, and just some lazing, I was horny again, for she is most sexy, most lithe, and we went at it once more. But this time I could not come, with the small uncomfortable blob. `Don’t use….don’t 勉强..’ she whispered to me, `It’s ok, we just need time to get used to each other..’ so we talked and cuddled some more and I drifted into sleep. But she didn’t torn, I guess, by guilt. Indeed, each time I woke it was to see her awake, either looking at me or, at one point, standing by the window, looking over the city.. I wonder what she was thinking about? This morning, after we’d made love twice more, I told her I was worried at how little she’d slept in the night, that I had seen her staring out of the window. `You saw that?’ she asked.. `I thought you were asleep.’ I think she was also a little touched at this sign of care for her, that I had been watching, worried.

Making love in the morning light was new to her, too.. `I never do it in the morning’ she said. And again I was astonished at the paucity of imagination this suggests in her husband. I guess he’s a ten strokes and jackpot-goodnight kinda’ guy. But it was sexy, close, sweet, to be able to see her lithe trim body, watch her eyes, enjoy her hair falling around her face as she rode me. A fine woman.

As before, the second time it was hard to for me to come with the blob. We had begun to fuck without it, for it was pregnancy she worried about, not disease. It so happened a week before this I’d had to take a medical check, standard procedure for a foreigner seeking a work permit here. Part of this check involved a blood test, and so I was able to set her mind at rest as to AIDS, showing her the resultant print out – the many details of which, rather charmingly, she explained to me as we sat in bed.

But fucking her bare like this made me ready to come pretty soon, though in general I can control that fairly well. So I hauled on a new blob and this squeezed me back down to a semi, as well as making her a little dry. Instead I finished off by hand, and she had a go at helping me. She did not too badly either, even using her mouth on me, very briefly; it was pretty obvious this also was new to her, and perhaps a bit much to get into along with all the other new things. Once again I came all over her, and she enjoyed it, great thick gouts of come all up her body, pooling in the hollow of her neck. The excitement of a new woman always makes me come big, and I guess this, and the obvious excitement on my face, gratified her.

So it was a good night… though she put me to shame a little by – justly – commenting on the messiness of my room. And before she left she gave me one more pleasure – I’d made her toast, and she seemed never to have eaten it before, since she kept saying `很好吃’ as she ate it – and then asked me to show her how to use a toaster. It was really quite charming. The innocence of Chinese women can be divertingly cute. The first proper girlfriend I had out here for example, did not know how to open a bottle of beer, had never used a bottle opener. I smiled and smiled at that.

After we’d dressed I walked her to the tube and, a little later on, messaged her to thank her for a fantastic night; and it pleased me to get in return a little while later:-

`Thank y for giving me a wonderful night too.y are a gentleman.’

She was on my mind most of that day; I was very pleased with this conquest. Her lithe body and in particular that flat, smooth belly, and neatly trimmed pussy (pubic topiary, there’s another topic to add to the to-do list).

And, of course, married women, once bedded, are easier than single; there can be closeness and affection, love, even – but no chasing; excitement, not pressure. In this country the married woman will want to stay married; the lover remains her special secret. A snatched evening here, there, is the way it goes – but never the hassle of `You don’t spend enough time with me’ and `You’re always busy.’

Married women also make good lovers because, if they stray, it is since they are bored in their marriage; if they are bored they want to fuck up a storm in bed (even if some of them do not know it at first) and they want to be wooed, loved, charmed; and I do that shtick damn well. If they are bored it is due to their useless, unimaginative, dull hubby at home – and that means all things I like to do in bed are new to them.

Tingting had only ever done missionary with the lights off; all the rest of it, her on top (facing and reverse), spooning, doggy, missionary with legs over my shoulders, all of it was new and all of it exciting to her; and my party piece, settling her on my cock as she sits in my lap, hooking my arms under her knees and standing, walking her round the room while I thrust – well, at that her eyes widened to a whole new level of feelings she’d never had before, a whole vista of fresh pleasures, undreamt of experiences. Now, to be able to make a woman feel like that – there are few greater boosts to the ego.

Yeah, married women are the best….