China Travels Ch. 02

When I arrived back home I contacted my brother, and he agreed to put me up until I could find a place of my own. At least I had a little money now, and had cleaned my act up, so it would not be for long, nor would it be difficult for me.

After a week I found a room in a house, where the toilet, bathroom and kitchen were all shared with 3 others, and moved my few belongings in and began to look for a job. The house was only 15 minutes away from my ex and kids, so I was happy that I could go and visit the kids, as long as the ex was happy. This gave me a good feeling, knowing I had familiar faces around me and I was in an area that I had lived for many years.

Over the next few months I visited them often and helped out with the kids, the shopping etc, even staying and cooking a few meals for them when the ex was busy. Life was once again good. The funny thing was, I actually enjoyed being "almost" like a regular dad once more, but I did really miss all the travel and fun. Even the ex (Joyce) and I started to get on well once more. We often sat at night and talked about all the problems we had been through, our break-up, and how life had changed so much for us both.

She even said that she did love me; it was just that she felt she could not live with me. It was around the second week when I suddenly remembered that she had left me for another woman. But where was this woman now. After carefully bringing up the subject, she told me that it did not work out because she had missed getting some cock, and that she had been alone since just after I had left the country.

Joyce and I began to get friendly and all seemed good to me. I had told her of my experiences and the troubles I had had since last seeing her. She in turn said she knew I would let my cock lead my life, and I would have much trouble. As for her, she said she was now seeing four different guys, and all were married men. She felt that she did not want to settle down, nor did she want a guy running her life. She felt a married man was safer, as she could always get rid of him easily. I wished I was married, for I still got excited when I remembered all the times we fucked, the way she could get me excited etc., it would be good if I had a wife somewhere here and Joyce would let me fuck with her as well.

After being back home for almost five months, I began to get irritable and restless, I was easily annoyed, but I did not know why. One day, while talking to a guy I had known for many years, we were talking about all my traveling, and he said he was very envious, how he wished he could do the same. He was actually not even talking about the sex side of my travels, just all the new and exciting places that I had seen, and the chance to see much of the world.

It was then that I realized I was not done with my wandering days. I also began to know that I had been wrong in "going off" of China. After all, 1.3 billon people, and I met 2 evil women, why should I blame the whole country for them. I started to plan my next adventure, and even decided that China would be my first port of call, but this time I would go to a new Province.

Once I found a job, I cleaned up my room, gave notice and waited for the day to come. As my rent was paid up to the Sunday, and my flight was on the following Wednesday, Joyce agreed to let me sleep on the lounge so as to save on a hotel room for the last few days. It was great to be actually staying in the house with her and the kids, even if on a lounge. On the last night I cooked a special meal to say goodbye to them once more, and after we finished, Joyce and I sat in the lounge room and opened a bottle of wine. It was like us saying goodbye in a nice and friendly way, instead of the last time we parted company. I was at peace with the world.

After the kids went to bed, we were talking about what lay ahead for us both, and she said she knew I would get into trouble again. I insisted that there was no way I would have those troubles again. From now on I was going to enjoy myself, stay away from women (unless a prostitute), I certainly did not want a girlfriend, and certainly not one from China. Just as Joyce was about to go to bed, I asked her to wait a moment; I went to my bag and retrieved a small going away gift I had got for her. It was a small locket, and inside was a picture of us on our wedding day. I told her it was my way of saying that we were once again friends, there were no hard feelings, and that she should just try to remember the good times we had. She began to shed a few tears.

A few minutes after going to her room, she returned and said that she was sorry she had not thought of a present for me, but had come up with one on short notice. I was bewildered, as she did not have anything in her hands. My eyes popped open wide when she dropped her nightie from her shoulders, she was stark naked in front of me. I asked was she sure, and she said that as she had not been seeing anyone for a month or so, she was feeling horny, knew that we still loved each other, so could not think of a better way to say goodbye to me.

I sat her down and then removed my shorts. I knelt between her legs, gently pushed her head backwards, and I went down and tasted her sweet hole. It had been so long since I had smelt that nice aroma from her love home, and it had also been almost five months since I had been with anyone in a sexual way. I slowly licked around her opening before testing further inside. I was in heaven and she seemed to be getting very worked up as well. She asked me to stop as she was in great need of my cock inside of her. I was also eager, so I laid her out on the lounge and mounted her, not wasting time I drove my rigid member into her wet slippery cunt.

I began to slowly work my way in and out, taking my time to savor this feeling, this wonderfully nice orifice that I had not tasted in so long. A few moments later she began to shudder and arched her back up and spewed her love juice all over my tool. I could not take it; I began to pump harder and faster and in a matter of moments joined her in unleashing my juice deep inside her cunt. I guess from the time I entered until I came, was only a matter of a few minutes, but a few minutes that I would remember for a long time. She kissed me, thanked me and was gone to bed in a matter of moments. It was now midnight, and I had to be at the airport at 4am.

At 3am the alarm went off, I showered, dressed and opened the front door to wait for the taxi. By 3:50 I had arrived and soon after was on a plane to Sydney to get my connecting flight to Beijing. By 9am I was on my way and soon coming to realize that I had fucked my ex wife only a few hours before. Was it real? Had I be dreaming all of this?

At that time I could not tell truth from fantasy, but it sure did make my flight more enjoyable, as well as the time going quicker. I was met by a representative of the placement office and taken to a hotel. Over the next 5 days I was taken to many wonderful places and shown so much about this place and its history. It certainly was different to the two places I had so far been too; this was a big modern city with all the western trappings.

On the 6th day I was taken to the airport and put on a plane to take me to another Province where I would be met by the school I was to work for this time. The town was large and had many modern, western places, so I was looking forward to my next year in China. As we drove through the city I asked how long to the school, only to be told it was a 3-hour drive. The further we went, the smaller everything became. I was once again heading out into the backwaters of the Chinese countryside. Damn, and I thought I was to be in a large city this time.

I was wrong; the town I was taken too was even smaller then my first place in China. There was not even one western style shop and they only had one hotel that was even remotely like a western one. It had a 3-star rating, but in my country it would have been maybe a one and a half star. This was going to be a lonely old time once more for me. I had already started thinking of a way out of here.

The day after arriving I was introduced to the other foreign teacher who had arrived that morning. As it turned out the "other" teacher, was in fact my older brother, who had decided to try his hand at teaching, as well as continue his travels after having been in Europe for the last few months. We were living next door to each other in the school, and this was strange, as I had maybe only seen him twice in the last 10 years. We had to travel to China to meet up again, very strange. Anyway, about a week later he received a call from a Chinese English teacher from another school. Apparently she had met the previous foreigners and did not know they had left. After some small talk and finding that there were two brothers here now, she asked could she bring a friend and come to visit us.

A week later we were waiting at the front gate for these two "teachers" to arrive. Their taxi turned up and my first impressions were as follows: - One (Vera) was very skinny, about 23 or 24, had a great big friendly smile on her face, not very tall at all, and basically very plain looking. I could not tell if she had a nice figure, big tits etc., as it was winter and they were both covered in, who knows how many, layers of clothing.

The other (who was a Math teacher and did not have an English name was a bit taller, maybe 5'5", appeared to be carrying more then a few extra pounds. It was hard to tell what her looks were like as she had her make-up on so thick. I could not tell what was real and what was not. She appeared to be around 30 years old or so. Vera began to speak right away and introduced her and her friend, whereas the friend did not seem to be able to speak more than a few basic words, and kept quiet.

We agreed to get in the taxi and go to town (which was more like a small village) and have a walk around and get to know each other. Vera attached herself to me quickly and never seemed to shut her mouth. She kept asking me questions, one after another; she seemed to be trying to find out my life story in a matter of moments. This was making me very nervous, for I knew if I began to open up, it would not be long before I was in a mess with another Chinese woman.

After about 10 minutes of her trying to get me to speak, she gave up and said maybe I should talk with her friend, and she would speak with my brother. As the friend did not seem to speak much, and understood even less, I was more relaxed now. Slowly I began to ask her a few questions just to be sociable. After helping us to locate and buy some needed items for our kitchens and such, they put us in a taxi and gave the driver the address we needed. They promised to call us soon.

The following Friday night, at around 6pm, there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, the two women, as well as another two, were standing at my door and wanted to know if we had time to chat. I told them my brother was in town with some students, but if they wished they could come in for a while and wait. The two other women were also English teachers and they and Vera asked me many questions about my country, travels and such. Then they asked if I could give their friend an English name so as to make it easier for me to address her.

After finding out her name and what it meant (Chrysanthemum Flower), I suggested that Christine, Chrissy or even just Chris would be a nice choice. She chose Chris. Part of the reason they had come was to see if one of us would be interested in helping Chris to improve her English. Here I go again, I thought, but then, realized that maybe this was really just a matter of helping out another teacher to improve her skills, so I agreed. We made arrangements for her to visit me two times a week when she did not have night classes, Tuesday and Friday.

The following Tuesday, Chris, Vera and yet another woman turned up at my home. I tried to engage Chris in a conversation, but every time I spoke, and each time she tried, the others kept translating it all for us. This happened over the next four nights when they came. Finally, on the fifth night, I asked Chris directly if she was serious about trying to improve. She said she was, so I turned to the others and said that in future they were not to come, as they never gave her a chance to speak. Chris seemed upset by this, but after explaining that it was the best way, she agreed.

Tuesday night approached and at the appointed hour Chris arrived. She sat in a seat across from me and looked very nervous. I told her there was not a problem and then she slowly informed me that it was "not proper" for a single girl to be alone with a single guy, and as I was a foreigner, it made things more difficult for her. It turned out that I was the first foreigner she had ever spoken with. Hmmm, I had not realized they were so formal about things like that in her town. I suggested that maybe we could just go for a walk, and that way things would not seem so bad. She agreed and we set off out the front gate and began to walk towards the town. Thinking she would take me to the busy part of town, I was surprised that she kept me in the smaller, out-of-the-way streets. I could not understand, but thought maybe it was so that not too many people saw her with me. I was correct, on the next night she told me she was scared of what people would say about her. The following week she said it might be better if we just stayed at the house and had our chats.

Over the next two months this continued and I started to feel a close "bond" with her, but, as this was not in my plans, and this sort of thing had already cost me dearly, I decided (at long last) that it was best to say nothing. After all, she was a lot younger than me, like the previous women I had come in contact with, and I knew I would end up being hurt once again if I allowed this woman to get too close to me.

Every time she came to visit was at night because she worked during the days. Because of this I showed the "usual western manners" and made sure she either got in a taxi or a bus back to her school. This only happened a few times as Chris did not believe in paying the ridiculous taxi fares (about $1AUD) as it was a waste of money. She would not let me pay either.

For her to get a bus home it meant one bus from my school then either walk, or change buses to her school. And this would have cost RMB2 (about 33 cents AUD). So there was no way around it but to walk her home myself, to make sure she got home OK and I was seen to be a "Gentleman". Hahaha, what a joke now I understand better. This had actually made her look bad under Chinese culture, to be seen walking with a man.

The walk to her school would usually take an hour, but the return trip, alone, would take me 20 to 30 minutes. Guess either she walked very slowly or we both dragged out the walk so we could talk longer. The later, at first, was the case. We had now been doing this for about 3 months and as usual she would turn up, we would have a small bite to eat, do some general talking, then sit in the TV room and start with the "bookwork". It was around this time that she said something that truly amazed and stunned me. It started when she said she wanted to tell me something, but she seemed to hesitate, and then started to shed a few tears. I was not prepared for her reasons and comments, when after some time she agreed to tell me what the problem was.

"Graham, I know you will be angry and upset with me, but I feel I can't keep doing this, and not tell you what I am feeling." she said to me.

I was trying to figure out what I had done wrong, and decided that it was obviously something I had said over the last few months, and she understood that I had feelings for her. I was scared as hell, as I had actually enjoyed her company immensely and did not want to lose this friend. I had also put any hopes of her liking me out of my mind and was happy to just have her as a friend. It looked liked I had killed any chances of this continuing and was worried about what she would say next when she started to cry and said; "Graham, I think I am falling in love with you!" I could not believe what she had just said. Was I crazy? Did she just say she was falling in love with me?

Over the next 30 minutes, maybe an hour, she repeated what she had said, and I understood her, but I think I pinched myself to see that I was awake. I also told her (at first while laughing and making her even more scared) that I had had feelings towards her for some time and was too scared of losing her to tell her of my feelings. It was strange, but for two people to declare their love for each other, we were very strange. Not once did we try to kiss, touch etc., in fact, we became more aloof than before when we "were just friends". Eventually after a few weeks I worked up the courage, and did in fact start to give her gentle kisses on the cheek, neck and such.

From that night on, instead of having lessons we would sit and talk about our past, future dreams and desires. And this actually turned out to be better than trying to read books to teach her. It worked because now I was able to correct her "everyday" speech. Her grammar, pronunciation and her understanding of the mechanics of English conversation improved rapidly.

One night when I was trying to explain a few things to her about the way she mixed her words, using past with present tense, I opened a book and asked her to sit on my lap while I pointed out her errors. I was surprised that she did not baulk at this request, and she obediently did as asked. We went over the few pages I wanted her to read, and then she turned to face me and lent in and kissed me, pulling away and telling me how she really did love me. The kissing went on for a time longer, and eventually my hands began to wander all over her back and, sometimes, around her waist. She seemed to be enjoying this situation, so I continued to "feel" around with my hands as we kissed even more deeply.

After a time, I became braver and started to undo her top; she did not stop me. Soon I had her top open, and then slowly removed it, before moving my hand to the back of her bra, where I tried to undo the catch. I wondered why she began to laugh, but soon realized how stupid I must have seemed, she informed me that the catch was at the front. She undid it herself and removed it, and I got my first glimpse of her beautiful rounded mounds. I gently ran my fingers across them, and then slowly moved her closer to me so as to run my tongue over each hardened nipple. They felt so nice and firm, as well as seeming to "tingle", when I sucked gently on each of them.

She never once seemed to try and stop my hands or mouth, so I decided that the "green light" was on, and moved my other hand down to her lower body. At first she seemed to jump a little, but slowly she relaxed and let my hand move down inside of her slacks until I was feeling around on the outside of her panties. My love pole began to stand very quickly, and I am sure that she felt it pushing into her backside, as she squirmed a few times when I throbbed. I took my hand out and then slowly eased her slacks down, then nervously removed her panties. She looked weary, but lifted her arse a little to give me a better chance at doing so.

By now she had started to open the buttons on my shirt, and her hands were running through the hairs on my chest. She was now naked, and sitting on my lap, and I could not help but take my time and take in the sight of her beautiful body in its entire splendor. Her figure was almost perfect, from her well-rounded boobs, her hard brown nipples, her trim stomach, to the beautiful tops of her legs that were displayed in front of me. It was only when she asked me to stand up so she could see the rest of me, that I saw how muscular her legs were.