Jeanette, The Vietnamese Vixen

She turned around, showing me her dress from behind, then faced me again, staring directly into my eyes. I moved closer to her and planted a kiss on her cheek, then, lowering my voice to a whisper, told her just how gorgeous she was.

In response, she thanked me, then planted a quick peck on my lips. We stared into each other's eyes for a split second, then locked lips passionately. Jeanette's hands made their way to the back of my head, as if to pull me even further into the kiss. One of my hands went to the back of her head, the other to the small of her back. She moaned as our tongues met and began moving together.

Jeanette's moans grew louder as I moved the hand on her head to the left part of her upper back, stroking her silky soft olive-toned flesh. Though it pained me to stop kissing this Vietnamese beauty, I felt the need to take a breath, so I parted our kiss.

However, I didn't stay away for long. I moved my lips to her neck. Almost immediately as I did so, Jeanette moaned and threw her head back. My kissing turned into gentle sucking, which further increased the sounds of her moans. "Oh my God," I heard her utter.

Lips still on her neck, I took her hand and guided her to the bed, then we resumed kissing. This time, I reached over to her right shoulder and slid the thick strap over it, then moving it all the way down her arm. With her torso in view, I moved lower and kissed her newly-exposed flesh. Jeanette giggled, then began moaning, telling me how good it felt to have my lips on her skin.

"How long has it been since you've had someone kiss you like this?" I asked as I kissed her.

"Too long." Jeanette's answer was mixed in with moans and breaths. I complimented her on the softness of her skin as I moved my lips along her torso, going to her breasts. Moving her dress out of the way, I began kissing, sucking, and licking them, taking my time to admire and please every inch of her mounds. Jeanette's moans almost grew into wild screams. She cried my name as I explored underside of her left breast with my mouth. I moved my right hand to the other breast, stroking the flesh gently, then circling my finger around the nipple.

"Oh, shit!" Jeanette exhaled and shuddered as my lips and hand switched breasts. My lips kissed her nipple, which made her scream loudly. Due to months, maybe years of neglect, Jeanette's body was rife with tension. When my tongue began encircling her nipple, she cried out again and squeezed the back of my head, pulling me into her. I continued to stimulate her round breasts, stopping when she cried out a third time, this time arching her back.

When the waves of pleasure subsided, I told Jeanette to stand and take her dress all the way off. Almost instantly, she rose, holding her dress up with only her hands. She moved them, and the dress fell to the floor. My eyes widened when I discovered she wore only a skimpy pair of black panties underneath it.

"Amazing." I said, admiring all of her shining, olive skin. "Jeanette, you have an amazing body."

She laughed. "Thanks. I do try to take care of myself."

"You definitely succeed."

She moved back over to me, though this time, she sat on my lap, and began kissing my lips, pushing me gently onto the bed. I hadn't expected this mild-mannered Vietnamese beauty to want to take control, but I would never object to a woman being erotically dominant. Jeanette unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it on the floor, then began unfastening my belt and removing my pants, leaving me clad in only my boxers.

Then, Jeanette removed her stilettos and panties and crawled over to me. She rose a bit, then lined her crotch up with my face. Before I could say anything, she lowered herself onto me.

Having a woman sit on my face as I ate her out was a new experience. Something told me Jeanette was a more dominant woman than she let on, but I had no idea she would go that far. Still, I kissed and licked as best as I could, and from the way Jeanette moaned and cursed, and from the wetness that seeped from her onto my face, I knew she was enjoying herself.

"Oh yes, Nathan. That's it!" My kissing and sucking became wilder, which made her yells become louder. The more I moved my tongue and lips inside and around her core, the wetter this Vietnamese beauty became. It was as though floodgates which contained a raging ocean were broken down, letting loose a torrent of lust. Jeanette's nectar trickled down my face, making me feel as though I would drown in it. The smell of her body wash mixed with her sex created an unusual, yet erotic and overpowering fragrance. While it was difficult to breathe, I continued to pleasure her as best I could.

Soon, I felt her shaking, and with one last cry, she reached orgasm, then let out a long gasp. "I've never been eaten out like that," Jeanette said, shifting herself so her face was just above mine. "You eat pussy like a champion." Like most men, I'm a visual creature, but hearing a woman make erotically-charged remarks is almost as good.

She kissed me, licking some of her own juices off of my face, then got on her knees, gazing down at my erection, which at this point, was fighting to come out of my boxers. Licking her lips, Jeanette slid them off gingerly, then moved her lips to the head of my dick, giving it several tender kisses along the head and shaft before taking my in her mouth.

"Mmm ..." I heard her moan as she moved her tongue along the length. I grit my teeth, trying to hold in my own moans as Jeanette pleased me with her own mouth. She occasionally locked eyes with me as she sucked my dick, which heightened the experience. Just the thought of having this gorgeous Asian woman going down on me was enough to send me over the edge. My eyes rolled back into my head as she continued to stimulate me with her tongue.

Tension began to build up in my loins, and as a result, I began squirming. Sensing this, Jeanette stopped, then stared directly into my eyes.

"Nathan, I need you. Now."

With that, she quickly lined her pussy up with my dick, then lowered herself onto me, both of us moaning when she did so. She began to ride me, slowly at first, then picked up speed, letting out more loud moans as she did so.

"You're so tight," I said in between gritted teeth. Jeanette had to have one of the tightest grips I'd ever experienced. The friction I felt while she rose and lowered herself onto me was nothing I'd ever experienced. I placed my hands on her small, yet womanly hips, steadying her as she rode me, amazed at the sight of her olive body atop my brown one, my dick disappearing into her.

"It feels so good to have you inside me," Jeanette closed her eyes and, like me, grit her teeth as she bounced on my dick. My hands made their way to her ass, still guiding her as she continued riding.

She leaned in to kiss me as she continued to raise and lower herself onto me. Again, our tongues began dancing as we kissed, both of us lost in passion. Eventually, Jeanette parted the kiss and brought her tits to my face, then pulled my face into her chest. I kissed and licked her breasts wildly, and she increased the rhythm of her riding.

I knew I was going to climax soon. With as much strength as I could muster, I broke free from Jeanette's grip and warned her. She told me she was close as well, then rode as fast as she could, then, with a yell, I felt her walls clenching my dick. Mere seconds after I felt her grip on me tighten, I erupted into her, filling her with innumerable streams of my seed. With that, both of our muscles relaxed, and Jeanette removed herself from my dick but remained on top of me, running an index finger along my chest.

"That was amazing, Nathan," Jeanette said. "Honestly, that was the best sex I've ever had."

"I'm surprised. I didn't expect you to be so aggressive."

"Is that a bad thing?"

I shook my head. "Not in the slightest. Sometimes, I like having a woman take control."

"Well, that's good. I like to be on top most of the time, that's my favorite position. There's just something about it that's empowering."

"Hmm. You know, there's something I don't understand," I said after some thinking.

"What's that?"

I kissed her on the cheek. "I can't understand why your husband would even waste any time looking at X-rated videos on the Internet when he has his own personal porn star at home."

"That's what I've been trying to figure out, too." We both laughed, then, moments later, our lips locked again. Without parting our kiss, I slid her onto my mattress, then got on top of her, preparing to slide myself back into her. This time, both of us watched as our bodies became one, Jeanette rolling her eyes as it did so. Swearing, I began thrusting, slowly at first, then establishing a faster rhythm mere seconds after entering her.

I called out Jeanette's name, again telling her how tight she was. The thought of fucking a gorgeous, fashionable married woman like her was unbelievable. The Vietnamese woman's nails dug into my back as she cried for me to fuck her harder. As I increased the speed and power of my thrusts, I closes my eyes and grit my teeth in response to the way her walls clenched my dick. I already felt another orgasm coming, but did my best to delay it.

"Fuck, Jeanette, you're so sexy," I whispered in her ear.

"Oh, God. This feels so good." Jeanette wrapped her legs around me as we continued to fuck.

I felt myself pass the point of no return. Quickly, I warned Jeanette of my oncoming climax, to which she replied she wanted me to finish inside of her again. With one last, powerful thrust, I exploded into her yet again, then felt her walls squeezing me again as I exploded into her, filling her with even more streams of my cum.

The waves of our orgasm soon subsided, and I rolled over, giving her a passionate kiss on the lips.

"That was incredible," Jeanette said. "You have no idea how badly I needed that."

"So, when are we going to see each other again?" I asked.

"Sometime soon, I know that. Trust me, I'm not going to be able to go without being fucked by you for long." Jeanette stared straight into my eyes and smiled. I found it hard to believe that she was so open about her desire for me, but I reveled in it nonetheless.

A little while later, Jeanette got dressed and left. Though she told her husband she was out with friends, he wouldn't like it if she came back the next morning. As much as I wanted to continue fucking her for the rest of the weekend, I had to let her head home.

"I hate to see you go," I said after I threw a robe on and walked Jeanette to the door.

"I know. But you love to watch me leave, right?"

We laughed. "I wasn't going to say that, but it's true."

She kissed me on the cheek, then left my apartment. I looked out of my window to make sure my new lover got to her car without any problem. She had a slight wobble in her walk, but other than that, she reached her vehicle without issue, then drove off.

I got a text message from Jeanette at three in the morning. She stated that she had a good time with me, and that she was free Wednesday afternoon for another "meeting."

I wrote back "Looking forward to it," then smiled, looking forward to seeing my Vietnamese vixen again.