My first married Asian woman came twenty years ago when I was working as a computer tech in a Gateway Country store in Valencia. She walked in wearing a tight, white, micro mini-skirt and a tight, white, little tank top that left no doubt about how spectacular the body underneath her clothes was. Her big eyes, high cheek-bones, smooth, brown skin, full, wet lips and jet black hair down to the middle of her back made checking her out more intriguing as you really didn't know where to start - yeah, I did know where to start, whichever side of her was facing me.
She strutted around the store showroom in her high heels, appreciating the stares she got. It was clear that she was selectively looking for a hard cock to ride and suck until it exploded in and on her. Her palpable desire was exuding strongly from her - so naturally, I locked eyes with her to make sure I had her attention and ran my eyes up and down her body and back to her eyes. She arched her back with a come-and-get-it smile.
As my eyes took another, slower, tour of her body and licked my lips, I said with a grin, "I'm Jason. Anything I can do for you?"
Knowing exactly what I meant, she returned the elevator eyes and lingered hers on my ever-growing package, which was now squirming for more room in my jeans. Without taking her eyes off my groin, she licked her lips and replied that she had better give me her number so I could come by her place as she needed a computer expert to do some deep probing into her issue - deeper than has been done for her before. Moving her eyes to meet mine, she waited for my response to her scintillating invitation. As a man with a huge thing for attractive Asian women, this felt like a gift from the pleasure gods...
I showed up at her house with my computer tools, and she met me at the door in jeans and a tank top. I looked around to make sure we were alone as I don't like to have my 'work' interrupted. Her n!pples were hard as a rock as she closed the door behind me and we embraced in a mutual body-groping hug and shared a wet, probing kiss. She showed me to her computer and stepped away to get more comfortable.
I had her computer issue fixed within a couple minutes and when she came back wearing only a sheer neglige that showed off her incredibly erect dark nipples, I was semi-erect in anticipation of what was to come. I stood as she approached and draped herself on me and I could smell her freshly showered scent mixed with the musty wetness of a hungry pussy. My hands explored her tight little body, unencumbered by the clothes she had worn earlier. I'm an ass-man and I was loving the feel of her sexy, tight, little behind as my big, strong hands squeezed, groped and engulfed both of her tight little ass-cheeks.
Pulling her tighter against me as we were grinding on each other and kissing hard, wet, hungry kisses, each trying to devour the other. My long, thick cock was now sticking out of the top of my jeans and we were both panting and were more than ready. With one movement, I grabbed the bottom of her neglige and pulled it up off of her taut, petite body. She put her arms straight up to assist me with disrobing her completely and I tossed the garment over my shoulder and picked her up by her firm little ass-cheeks, which pulled her lips apart and my fingers brushed against her wet, swollen pussy lips, causing her to gasp with pleasure.