An American In Manila

"It's always the cheating that wrecks everything," Josie shook her head.

"It wasn't actually the infidelity per se. It was the fact that he was PAYING for sex to impress his business buddies. I mean, how fucked up is that?" Irene downed the remains of her beer and stood up. "I'll get this next round."

Josie was too stunned to do anything but nod. Beer and cussing. There was more to Irene Martinez than Josie first thought. They continued chatting away, finishing off two more rounds. Irene was intelligent, witty, charming, and had no idea she was funny. Josie was smitten.

When they realized it was well after 2am, Irene clumsily stood up and said, "I'm sorry. I'm having such a good time, but I promised my sister I'd help her tomorrow with all of her wedding preparations. Oh you must come! I'll have her send you an invitation!" She put her hand over Josie's and once again felt that little jolt of electricity shoot up her arm. I've just had too much to drink, she thought to herself.

Josie smiled at her with half hooded eyes. "Of course," she paused. "It's a nice night, you want to walk me to my apartment?"

They stepped out onto the pavement, into the heavy, humid night air and Irene said, "You were right! It is a nice night!"

They both laughed and started walking, almost stumbling, to Josie's building. Josie linked her arm through Irene's and she forgot what she wanted to say. She could only think about how silky Irene's skin was, how firm but soft her arm was. Overwhelmed with everything she was feeling, Josie couldn't trust herself to speak, and could only take huge gulps of the warm air.

Irene felt dizzy, and she knew it wasn't from the beer. She was having an intense physical reaction from walking so close to this woman she just met. She could feel the curve of Josie's breast on her arm and it was all she could do stop from tripping over her own feet. She made the mistake of holding on to her for balance, and Josie gripped her arm even tighter, bringing her even closer. Arm in arm, their bodies touching, Irene once again couldn't resist from linking her fingers through Josie's.

They turned a corner and found themselves outside Josie's apartment building. "Oh, here we are," Josie half-croaked, half-whispered. She cleared her throat at once, not wanting to give anything away.

"Let me bring you up to your door," Irene's voice was also a throaty whisper. Josie nodded.

They rode the elevator in a charged, almost heavy silence. Irene leaning back against the railing, and Josie stole a sideways glance at her companion. She was shocked to find Irene staring back at her, her brown eyes laden with confusion and at the same time, a certain intent. They held that gaze for what seemed like forever to Josie, with only the ding of the elevator signalling her floor, finally breaking the intensity of the moment.

Josie walked ahead, leading the way to her door. She turned the key, opened the door and hesitated, "Do you wanna come in for a nightcap? A glass of water, maybe?"

A bit of awkward silence, then Irene says, "I shouldn't. Uhm, I, er, promised my sister..."

"Alright," Josie says quietly. "Maybe next time...?"

"Alright," again, awkward silence. Irene was still staring at her, "Maybe we can have dinner next week? I can get your number from Luis. Would that be alright?"

"Alright," Josie smiles. A few more beats of awkward silence.

"Alright then," Irene was thinking they both sounded like a broken record. "I'm gonna..." she motions to the elevator with her hand yet doesn't actually turn and go.

Josie wanted to kiss her so badly, but was too afraid to make a move. Irene was still hesitating, and all Josie had to do was take a tiny step forward and they would be face to face, inches apart. Go for it, it's now or never, she was telling herself, but was frozen where she stood.

Irene turns as if to walk away, then turns right back and moves toward Josie, angling her head for a kiss. Josie's lips part, anticipating the kiss, her eyes almost closing. Irene was still slowly moving toward her, their bodies touching, their faces now a mere breath apart.

Then the ding of the elevator, and the sound of the doors opening. Irene instantly jerks back, her eyes now wide with shock. "I'll... I'll call you, alright?" She croaks out and doesn't wait for an answer, almost running into the elevator's closing doors.

Josie could only mumble a shocked "Alright." Irene hadn't heard her anyway. She realizes she was still holding her breath as she goes inside and locks her door.

Josie couldn't sleep that night. Tossing and turning and breaking out in a heavy sweat despite the air-conditioning. In her mind's eye she kept seeing Irene's face, eyes hooded, with a look of total abandon and just a hint of desperation. Try as she might, she couldn't get the 'almost kiss' out of her head.

***

Irene was a total mess. It had been five days since the charity, and it's also been five days of the usually poised and confident Irene Martinez, behaving like a clumsy teenager. She was unfocused and distracted, finding herself staring often into the distance daydreaming about Josie Helling. Her face, her beautiful dark hair, her eyes, her mouth, and that body. Irene kept imagining Josie's skin, how she was sure it would be breathtakingly soft and warm and smooth.

"Miss Irene?" Shocked out of her fantasy, Irene looks blankly at her assistant Carmen. "It's pencilled in for Tuesday at 3. Shall I confirm?" Carmen continues.

Irene is still staring at Carmen and realizes a response is required. "Yes, confirm for 3pm. Thank you, Carmen." Irene had no idea what Carmen was talking about, merely agreeing to save herself from another embarrassing moment.

This has got to stop, Irene was thinking. She was getting out of control. She stands up and starts pacing her office, desperate to get a grip of what was happening to her. Behaving like a stupid schoolgirl. And over a woman! A gorgeous and stunning woman, but a woman nonetheless. Was she a lesbian? She couldn't be. But once again she thought of getting physically close to Josie, the things she wanted to do to her. These were definitely not heterosexual thoughts.

Her mobile phone rings, quickly snapping her out of her torment. She glances at the caller ID and sees it's an unregistered number. She takes a deep breath to compose herself and picks up, "Yes, this is Irene Martinez."

"Hi, Irene," Irene was just as quickly thrown into a panic. She would know that warm, husky voice anywhere. "I hope I'm not calling at a bad time," the voice continues. "Luis gave me your number. It's Josie, by the way." Irene could tell Josie was smiling through the phone, and was suddenly filled with a sense of calm and contentment.

"Josie, how are you?" She sounded confident and self-assured. Irene wanted to give herself a pat on the back.

"The same," Josie chuckles. "I wanted to thank you for bringing me home Friday night by inviting you to dinner. When are you free?"

Irene can barely contain her excitement, "Oh you don't need to do that!" She at once mentally berates herself for playing coy, realizing her longing to be with this woman was almost physical torture. "But I would love to!" she quickly adds. "How about tonight?" She glares down at the fingers she has absent-mindedly crossed.

"That's perfect. I, uh, I actually wanted to cook for you," it was Josie's turn to stammer. "If it's okay, you can come over to my apartment. I mean, uh, you already know where it is," she was definitely flustered.

"Sounds great! Be there at 8," Irene says and they put down the phone. She is completely unaware that she is rubbing her hands together and licking her lips in anticipation.

***

Josie is breathless with excitement. She had prepared a simple meal of salad and a seafood pasta and was now putting on her earrings looking at herself in the full-length mirror. She looked good. She was wearing white beach linen pants that were cool and breezy and a light yellow tank top that showed just enough cleavage despite the fact that she was braless. Casual and cozy, and betrayed nothing of the frenzy she was feeling inside. Her doorbell rings and she takes a deep, calming breath.

Opening the door, she sees Irene in a cute little sundress with flowers on it that were the same exact shade of yellow as her tank top. "Hi! Oh look we match!" she grins at Irene.

Irene gives her a huge smile back and raises her arm to wave a bottle of wine in the air. "I brought some rosé. I couldn't decide between red or white so I chose pink!"

"Come in please!" Josie chuckles gently. "In any case, I stocked my fridge full of beer just for you," she gives Irene a little wink.

"That's sweet," Irene says quietly. Feeling bolder, she adds in a soft voice, "You're sweet."

Josie stares at her a few moments before she answers, "Thank you. I think that's the first time anyone's called me sweet." Josie smiles once again, "Coming from you, though, I feel very flattered." She takes Irene's free hand and squeezes it, shocked once again at the electric current she feels flowing through their fingers. They are still looking intently at each other, and Irene suddenly pulls her in for a brief, awkward hug. Josie is overwhelmed with the woman's scent. Both citrusy and musky at the same time, Josie feels like she wants to stay in that fragrant cloud forever. Pulling back, she is again clumsy and flustered.

"Come help me open this bottle in the kitchen," she gives Irene a small smile and walks into the apartment.

Irene takes a few moments before she follows. Angry at herself for that tiny hug. Thinking that maybe she had gone too far. She couldn't help herself, wanting to get close to Josie. Still heady with that syrupy vanilla scent she first smelled on the dazzling American when they met, she slowly walks toward the kitchen.

Josie puts the wine on the table and takes a deep yet unsatisfying breath. That quick hug really threw her off balance. She knows she should've done something to prolong the embrace, and regrets not doing anything more. She realizes how powerful her attraction is to the younger woman and winces as she hears her footsteps draw nearer.

Irene finds Josie frustratedly struggling with the corkscrew and offers to help. As she steps closer, Josie tosses the corkscrew onto the counter and taking Irene by surprise, captures her face in both her hands. They quickly press their lips together, still shy, still tentative, still soft, but with all the intensity they had both been feeling the past days.

Irene opens her mouth, releasing a long, drawn out sigh, and it's all the encouragement Josie needs. She takes advantage and slowly reaches out with her tongue, tracing the inside of Irene's lips, her teeth, nibbling on her bottom lip. Josie softly moans, moving her fingers down Irene's jaw, caressing her neck, her collarbone. Irene raises her head, locking Josie's mouth with her own for a deeper kiss. Her tongue also reaching out, sliding and duelling with Josie's. It was only a few seconds, but the two women were breathless and panting. Both thinking this was the most sensual, the most arousing kiss they had ever experienced in all their lives.

Irene lets out a soft moan, her hands finding their way to Josie's hips, pulling her tighter, desperate now to get as close as possible to this stunning goddess. They break apart for a moment, looking deep into each other's eyes and Irene whispers, "I've wanted to do that since the first moment I laid eyes on you."

Josie smiles and tugs on Irene's bottom lip with her teeth, "I could think of nothing else but you the past few days. I couldn't work, couldn't sleep," she catches her breath as she feels Irene nuzzle the side of her neck, behind her ear. "Every time I close my eyes, all I could see was your beautiful skin and how I'd like to lick it all over."

Irene shudders at the statement, realizing that the exact thing she heard was going to happen any moment. She reaches up to grab Josie's neck, intent on another deep, wet kiss, but is sidetracked by the feeling of a rock hard nipple on her forearm as she passes it. She pulls back with a gasp, staring at Josie's breasts through the tank top, mesmerized by the two points straining against the material. She tentatively touches a finger to one nipple, amazed at how hard and erect it is, and Josie moans in rapture, low and long. Irene rolls it between her thumb and forefinger, kissing the base of Josie's neck. Alternating making circles with her tongue and sucking on the skin. Josie pulls Irene's head in harder, and covers her hand with her own, mashing her left breast between her Asian lover's palm and her own chest.

Josie breaks away all of a sudden and drags Irene further into the apartment, almost shouting, "Bedroom, now!"

Both women are having a hard time catching their breath. Both excited, a little afraid, but both so desperately aroused. Entering the bedroom, Josie doesn't even bother shutting the door, she unceremoniously pushes Irene onto the bed. Then raises her arms in one swift movement, taking the tank top with her, quickly discarding it on the floor.

Irene barely has time to look at Josie's magnificent, perfectly round breasts. The sexy American now on top of her, kissing her face, her eyelids, her neck, tonguing her ear before whispering, "I can't wait to make you feel sooooo good." Irene shuts her eyes at the sinful promise, her breath catching as she feels Josie hiking her dress up. She feels warm hands on her ribcage, fingers grazing the underside of her breasts, and thinks she's going to die from the pleasure. Her dress is off and thrown carelessly on the floor. Irene unties the lace on Josie pants and the older woman shrugs it off roughly.

They come together, clad only in skimpy panties, their nerve endings electric, their skin on fire. Josie captures Irene's mouth for another deep, wet kiss, rubbing their bodies, their breasts together. The sensation is intense and Irene grabs Josie's hips, pulling her even closer. Josie takes both of Irene's breasts in her palms, thinking what perfect handfuls they are, cupping them and taking nipples in her thumbs and forefingers. Irene can do nothing to stop her back from arching, pushing her breasts more into the tall woman's hands.

Josie moves her mouth downward, licking the seductive Filipina's throat and chest. She moves even lower and captures a nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking and biting. Irene lets out an anguished groan, twisting and squirming on the bed. Josie does the same to the other nipple, while slowly sliding her hand down the waistband of Irene's panties. She encounters a small tuft of hair, wet and warm from her juices. Her finger slips effortlessly inside the younger woman's slit, instantly connecting with her clit. This time Irene really screams, and bucks wildly, thrashing on the bed. Josie looks at her and Irene looks dazed, tossing her head from side to side, at the same time grabbing her panties and pushing them down, desperate for more. Josie helps her toss the underwear aside and makes straight for her pussy, laving the length of Irene's slit with her tongue.

"Ohhh my goddd...." Irene growls, grabbing her own breasts and pinching her nipples.

"Mmmm..." Josie moans into the younger woman's pussy. "You taste good..." she moans some more, her tongue actively licking and sucking.

Irene puts her hand behind Josie's head, pulling her in some more, barely able to get enough, yet feeling as though she could take no more. She threads her fingers through the taller woman's hair, pulling a little, inflicting a little pain. And all the time she is moving and rotating her hips, pushing it against Josie's face in wild abandon. "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" she screams and sits up a little, her eyes glazed over as she tries to look at Josie. "I'm going to... I'm going to... OHHHH!!!" she shrieks as she collapses back on the bed, shaking and wiggling and barely able to breathe. Josie keeps at it, feeling Irene's juices gushing into her mouth.

As Josie feels Irene come down from her orgasm, she pushes her own panties down and off her legs. Then quickly turns around and straddles Irene's head, her mouth still lovingly on the younger woman's crotch. Irene grabs her ass and embraces it with both arms, her mouth instantly reaching up to take her first lick of a woman. Josie's pussy is wet and hot, musky yet sweet, and Irene loves it, licking and sucking like she'd been doing it forever. Josie lets out a loud "Ahhh!" grinding her pussy down on the sexy Asian's face. Irene takes it, opening her mouth wider, her hands pulling Josie's hips down even harder.

Irene tenses her tongue and starts fucking Josie with it. And Josie on the opposite end starts doing the same. Both women can now hardly suck and lick and tongue-fuck with all the moaning they were doing. Irene feels another orgasm coming on, and starts to suck on Josie's pussy even more. She notices the older woman's thighs flex, and feels rather than hears Josie's "Oooomfff" against her pussy. Josie starts shaking, her clit pulsating, and Irene takes in all she can of the sex juice gushing into her mouth. She feels her own orgasm explode just as she feels Josie take her clit and roll it onto her tongue, flicking relentlessly.

Both women collapse, spent, Josie still on top of Irene. They lay like that for long minutes, their hands lightly caressing each other's sides. Josie then finally manages to roll over and move up, bringing their faces closer. Irene is smiling sweetly at her, though her gaze is still a little unfocused.

"I don't know how I lived my whole life without ever doing that," Irene weakly chuckles.

Josie kisses her, slow and sexy yet relaxed and undemanding. "That was pretty amazing," she tells Irene.

"Amazing doesn't even begin to describe it. That was beyond awesome. YOU are beyond awesome," Irene pulls Josie in for another long kiss.

"You are too," Josie hugs her tightly and nuzzles her neck. "Irene," Josie gets serious. "I don't know what this is or what it makes of us, but..." she waits for the younger woman to turn her head and look at her. "But I'd like to keep doing it. With you," she is suddenly unsure of herself. But Irene flashes her a brilliant smile.

"You took the words right out of my mouth!" Irene quickly kisses her. "I've never felt anything quite so powerful in my life. And it seems to me you kinda feel it too. This is intense and I love it and I'd like to feel some more of it please."

Josie smiles as she goes in for more kissing, enjoying a swelling happiness in her heart she hasn't felt in a long time, if at all. She feels Irene's tongue start erotically massaging her own, and realizes thrillingly that they're in for round two. Just then, though, they hear the doorbell ring.

Josie quickly sits up, "Wait here. I'll get rid of 'em!" She gets up and puts on an oversized shirt she's grabbed from behind the bathroom door.

Irene lies there contented. Stretching, she smiles to herself. She knows she is in love with this sexy American she's only known for a few days. She is contemplating how soon a decent time would be to tell Josie exactly that when she hears, "Are you fucking kidding me?!?!"

Luis!

She gets up and carelessly wraps the sheet around her, quietly stepping out onto the living room. "Hey, Luis," Irene smiles at him sheepishly.

Luis looks at her and is stunned. He looks back at Josie, also smiling now, looks back at Irene, then back at Josie. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!" He starts clapping his hands then grabs Josie in a bear hug, practically lifting her off the floor. "C'mere!!" he yells at Irene. The three of them start hugging and jumping and laughing. "Okay! Okay! I'll leave you two alone for now," he is waving a finger and both women. "But I will want details later! ALL the details!" He walks out the door with a high-pitched, sort of evil laughter. Josie and Irene look at each other, still in a hug.