Lost In Translation

I was 25 when I left graduate school and found a lucrative job with a large Fortune 500 company working as a Chinese interpreter and Chinese cultural advisor. I have been lucky enough to work with many senior executives but most were older white males whom I worked with professionally. But for the past of couple weeks, I have been working with Brooke Andrews who is preparing to make a week-long sales trip to China and is eager to pick up a few phrases and tips on how to handle would-be customers in a culturally sensitive way. She is four years older than I am and married but her charms are not diminished by either. Brooke is 5ft7 and has naturally blonde hair and sparkling blues eyes with some light brown highlights. Her body is well-toned and she has nice hour-glass figure with what I think are 36B (or 36C) boobs, depending on the outfit. As a bonus, she also has an impeccable fashion sense and dressed in a way that complemented her lean, toned body well without being overly sexy for the senior position she is in. She wore little makeup so she never looked overly done up and had shoulder length hair but most of all, she was not the tanning type and kept her skin quite pale, just the way Asian men like me fantasize about white women.

Days before the trip, I often found myself mesmerized by Brooke's skirt which hugged her hips and ass tightly, creating a soft, curved w.. Her heels elongated her shapely calf muscles and made her ass swing back and forth in a delicately feminine, pendulum-like manner with each step. I had been paying attention every time she stretched or yawned, watching the way her clothes clung to her curves. I would admire her legs when she crossed them or swiveled in her chair and her feet when she kicked off her heels to relax. When she removed her jacket, I would admire her small, but very pert breasts for she has quickly become a fantasy for me, an unattainable goddess I could merely admire from afar because I knew she was not interested in Asian men like me.

The night before we set out on our trans-Pacific flight, I did an evening language and tutoring session with her which ran late into the night and Brooke yawned and kicked off her black heels and put up her feet on the desk next to me. I turned my head discreetly and was greeted with an incredibly arousing sight. I was looking up her skirt. She had leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head, reclining her head back to look toward the ceiling. I sat there resting my head on my hand looking up her skirt at her creamy, white thighs. The hem of her skirt had ridden a few inches above her knee and she was not wearing pantyhose. I couldn't see very far up at first but as she reclined further, she began to subtly spread her legs just a little more. It could have been my imagination but it felt as though she was doing this on purpose. I could now see her upper thighs and my head began to spin and my dick began to harden instinctively. She was inhaling deeply and relaxing with her eyes closed. After what seemed like an eternity, she yawned and stretched again. This time she spread her legs even wider and gave me a clear view of her lacy black panties. They were smooth and thin, trimmed with a delicate floral pattern, and they hugged the curve of her mound and left very little to the imagination. My heart was now pounding in my chest. I was overcome with a deep, driving urge to pull down those panties and look at her feminine treasures without any hindrance.

Then she suddenly snapped out of her reverie and said, "I think it's time to call it a night because we're leaving tomorrow and we have a jam-packed schedule in Shanghai."

I nodded and agreed to meet her tomorrow morning at the airport. We arrived in Shanghai without incident and proceeded to meet some clients for a sales presentation straight from the airport. Then we checked into our hotel and got ready for an evening of wining and dining with the Chinese. Brooke wore nice little black dress that accentuated her curves to the hilt. She also pulled out all the stops and put her considerable feminine charms to work.

This and the free-flowing alcohol made many of the Chinese executives beet-red in the face and it was obvious all the men around our table (and they were all men) were gazing intently at her chest, mesmerized by her alabaster unblemished skin and cleavage made all the more visible by what I assumed to be a strapless underwire demi-bra. I could see the bulges in the pants of her male clients when bent over her the table to grab a something from her bag, giving them an even better view of her cleavage. Whether or not it was intentional, her technique worked and the Chinese executives at the table informally committed to signing a sizeable long-term contract with our firm. As we ended the tipsy evening by seeing off the Chinese clients, I took the chance to congratulate her.

"I owe it all to you," she said grabbing my arm and stopping me, "You did a great job prepping me for the trip" and then she threw her arms around me and hugged me.

Her embrace sent shockwaves through my body. We held each other for a moment before I realized I had never been this physically close to her. Up to now, our contact has been nothing more than an occasional touch on the hand or arm. I tried not to read too much into that but they were nice treats nonetheless But this embrace is clearly different and I got a thrill from the feel of her body pressed against mine.

This was no arm hug; our whole bodies were pressed together and I could feel her bosom while I worked hard to conceal my growing boner. She then suggested we take a short walk back to the hotel from the restaurant.

The walk back to the hotel was almost magical. The city was beautiful on this spring night and Brooke was in a mood to celebrate. She even took my hand and swung it back and forth as we walked. I could smell her subtle perfume as the breeze blew it into my face. We arrived at her room and she ushered me in. She immediately kicked her heels off and fell onto the bed. I took a seat on the nearby chair and poured two glasses of champagne from the mini-bar into the cheap plastic cups next to the refrigerator.

We shared a few jokes as we drank the bottle of champagne. Brooke was laying on the bed and feeling restless, rolling this way and that and giving me these come-hither smiles as we talked. She looked so impossibly attractive laying there, luring me with her eyes. Her dress riding up her smooth creamy legs while its neckline offered tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage. I was burning for her but I did want to show it for fear of rejection. Then came the chance of a lifetime to make my lifelong fantasies come true.

"My lower back and shoulders are so sore from the flight and the meetings!" She complained in a very sexy way.

"I'd be more than happy to give you a backrub!" I offered my massaging services as a way to take this magical encounter further.

Brooke shifted a little in bed and laid face down expecting nothing more than a quick squeeze here and there. But I have taken massaging classes and quickly made her relax by working on a tight lower back and knotted shoulders. I can tell she is beginning to relax as my fingers wandered up and down her back. As I rubbed down at equal intervals, she began to moan and whimper and part her legs wider. With it, the dress was riding ever higher on her silky smooth thighs. I couldn't avoid looking even if I wanted to. She had closed her eyes and was blissfully unaware, or so I presumed.

Just as I began to marvel at my luck, Brooke slowly parted her legs even further. And there it was. I could see the small curls of light brown hair, the pink outer lips of her pussy and a small stretch of black thong with a big damp spot before it disappeared between her outer lips. For a moment I stopped rubbing and started staring. She just laid there motionless and I began to kneading her calf so that she wouldn't realize she was giving me a very rare and beautiful view. As I rubbed her, I tried hard to inhale the unmistaken musky aroma of her arousal. This invitation was more than I can bear. Make your move now, give it a shot, I told myself. It's now or never.

I continued to move my fingers slowly upward and began rubbing the thighs. She seemed to stir a little and spread her thighs even further apart and her breathing was definitely becoming more labored. I don't know how I was able to restrain myself. All I wanted to do rip off her thong and fuck her right then and there.

I pushed my hands inside the dress towards her waist and then sweet mounds of her bottom, massaging them skillfully.

"Oh Gawd that feels good," Brooke purred in her sweet southern accent.

I repeated that a couple of times and she began to squirm under the touch and pressure. I bent forward and planted a soft kiss on the inside of her right thigh first and then the left, let my tongue roll on the skin, startling her.

I kept kneading her butt, which was squirming more and more now and kissed and licked my way up until my nose came in contact with her pussy.

It was my turn to enjoy her. Brooke made me heady because she is my first white woman. I sniffed and rubbed my nose on her lips and on the wet thong. I planted a very light kiss on the lips causing her to groan loudly.

Then came more kisses, each one harder than the previous one and before I could realize Brooke turned over on her back and put her fingers in my hair, brushing and playing with it as I went to work on her pussy. I stuck my tongue out and gave her a slow lick, from the bottom to the top. As I did, I could feel the wet fabric of the thong between her lips.

I moved my hands to her waist and found the thin band of her thong. I started pulling it down and Brooke obliged by lifting her hips. I got both her feet out of the thong and brought the flimsy piece of fabric to my nose. Her scent was exhilarating while my eyes glowed with lust at the sight of her clean-shaven pussy unadorned except for a narrow light brown (and almost blonde) landing strip. She obviously shaved or trimmed it regularly. This turned me even more because her sex is now completely revealed to me, something I have never seen except in movies or online porn.

I then gently probed her pussy with first one and then two fingers. It was no more than three inches from top to bottom as I quickly found her g-spot. My fingers teased her up and down with practiced ease, avoiding too much contact with her clit.

"Oh Ben, that feels awesome. Push it in deeper please, please...," Brooke begged. And I was not one to disappoint her. I went through all the way while continuing to flick her clit and soon the fingers seemed to have gotten as far as they can go.

The fingers seemed to be heightening Brooke's pleasure. She was moaning ever louder and her hips were squirming. A few more minutes and she could orgasm I thought. But I had other plans. I stopped and pulled my finger out of her cunt slowly.

That seemed to do it. Brooke started to buck and moan faster. "Ben, don't stop honey, don't stop, I am sooo close...don't stop," she moaned. I had no intention to. I shoved my fingers roughly back inside her tight and wet snatch and increased the tempo of my thrusts. She began to buck even more and then cried out loud, moaning, groaning, growling and whimpering all at the same time.

"Oh please stop, I can't take that anymore, please, it's too intense. Plus, I am married!" Brookes pleaded half-heartedly.

But her desires betrayed her and Brooke got off the bed and came and sat next to me on the carpet. She put herdrink down and threw her arms around me, kissing me straight on the lips. I kissed her back and soon we were French-kissing.

Obviously Brooke is not done yet. I certainly wasn't. As we kissed I pushed unclasped the hook of her bra. Her lovely pasty breasts bounced into view, her pencil-thin pink nipples poking stiff. I left her lips and bent down to her tits, kneading the left breast and taking the right one in my mouth. I sucked on her nipples, bit them with my lips while twirling the other one between my fingers. And she began to moan again but looked at me with her pretty blue eyes.

"Let me thank you for all the hard work," Brooke said, making me wonder what she was up to. She pulled away from me and pulled off my pants. She then pushed me back on the floor and knelt between my legs. My white underwear was bulging and she was overjoyed when she saw the huge spot of pre-cum on it.

Brooke buried her nose in it, kissed it and licked my bulge through the fabric. But she didn't dawdle and quickly grasped the elastic band and pulled it down, freeing my hard-on and giving manhood some much-needed air.

I suddenly became conscious of something I had not thought of until that moment. I am six feet tall and have what is a fairly average sized cock at 6 inches. It is a bit curved to the left and it was very dark or black, if you will. And here I was, with a beautiful white woman. Would she mind? Or would she be put off?

"I didn't know they made Asians this big," Brooke gasped while she made that observation. She held my uncircumcised cock in her right hand and kissed the wet tip lightly. It was my turn to shudder. "My first uncircumcised and Asian penis," she said to me, before pulling the foreskin back and taking the head in her small dainty mouth.

I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy. But I also wanted to look at a blonde woman suck my dark cock. I picked the latter. Brooke slowly swallowed my cock and pulled back, stopping at the tip, playing with it with her tongue, sucking on it, sending shivers up my spine at the sight of her pencil-thin pink lips wrapped around my dark shaft.

Her left hand was deftly playing with my balls before she moved her mouth lower and tongued them. I was groaning and holding her head in my hands. I was glad she was experienced and knew what she was doing. But now I have this irrepressible urge: I needed to get inside her, feel the wetness and make her mine.

"I want to make love to you, Brooke." I whispered in her ear.

"Then what are you waiting for?" She quickly replied.

I lifted myself up and gently pulled her up from between my legs. We hugged and kissed again before I took off my shirt and neither of us had a stitch on.

I met Brooke on the large bed. We kissed and nibbled at each other's lips, necks, earlobes, shoulder blades and breasts. I put a finger between at her entrance and found she was still dripping. Then suddenly she broke off our kiss. "Oh Gawd, Ben!" she shouted, "this is just so wrong because you're a colleague and Asian and I'm married!" I stared at her intently, just inches away from her face. I waited for her to tell me to stop, to get away from her. Instead she pressed her nails into my back and urged me into her.

"Fuck me now!" Her words were music to my ears. I stepped back so I could drink in the sight of her. I'd waited so long and fantasized so many times hoping to hear her say that. She spread her legs for me but I pushed them rudely apart even more. She was breathing deeply in anticipation, her nostrils flared and she held her chin slightly up, defiantly gazing at me, daring me to finally take her white flesh. Her chest heaved with every breath and her pink nipples erect beneath the light. I made her wait while I looked up and down her beautiful pale body. She grinned wickedly at me and I knew we both wanted this badly. This might be wrong but it was what we both craved.

"You're a goddess," I complimented her.

"But I want to you to do things to me no goddess would ever allow," Brooke retorted.

Then she looked in my eyes, and said in her sweet, soft voice for the second time in the night, "Fuck me now!" She then folded her knees and wrapped her legs loosely around me. I swiveled my hips several times, letting my dark cock rub between her pink inflamed labia and get wet with her juices. Then, once it felt warm and slick, I settled it between her pussy lips and gently thrust forward. We both held our breath, anxiously anticipating the beautiful moment. We both exhaled as the tip of my one-eyed monster pushed past the gentle resistance at the opening of her cunt and I let my Asian dick sink torturously slowly into her white pussy, inch by inch. She then began to slide downward to give me unhindered access to the deepest reaches of her womanhood that has never been touched by anything other than a white penis.

"Oh my, that feels so good," both of us said together, and we smiled at the coincidence. I held her in my arms and moved slowly in the good old missionary position which is my favorite since I am in total control and Brooke is in no position to resist any of my advances. Once I had buried my dark cock to the hilt, I slowly withdrew and entered her again, this time a bit quicker. She moaned my name again I dispensed with the slow, sensitive thrust. I put both of my hands on her milky white tits and pushed myself up, squeezing them hard. I began thrusting with my hips, long and deep strokes from tip to hilt. She wrapped her hands around my neck as I increased the rhythm of my thrusting. She used my neck for a bit of leverage as she began bucking her hips to meet my every thrust.

I wanted to do something else. I wanted to see my dark cock fuck that pink little tight white pussy. I slowly pulled out of Brooke and got off, switched on all the lights in the room and got back on the bed. I got on my knees between her legs and entered her again while her legs wrapped my waist. There it was, I could see myself push in and pull out of this beautiful white woman's tight wet and hot little pussy and how her pussy lips cling to my dark cock as it did so. And it was a great sight as if a dark sword is being sheathed by white flesh.

All semblances of pretense and decorum disappeared. Brooke started said things in the heat of passion that I never imagined she would even think, much less ever say to me. "Fuck me hard and fast, Ben, fuck my brains out. Oh God, you are so fucking hot. Your dark cock filling my white pussy up, damn your Asian cock is so fucking huge. Ohhhh you feel so good inside me."

Both of us could see our colorful union clearly in the large mirror in the room. I remained fixated on her white pussy while she looked at my dark cock in the mirror with obvious lust and pleasure. More than the sensations between our legs, the contrast in skin color seemed to be overtaking us while I fucked her harder, deeper and faster than I have ever have with any Asian woman. To make her cum, I began playing with her alabaster boobs, squeezing her nipples and occasionally sending my right hand down there to flick her clit.

"Oh no, please, that will push me over the edge...." Brooke complained to no avail, but my dick wasn't listening. It was already snaking its way inside and she began to buck harder and moan, like she was almost about to break down and cry. She alternated between groaning and whimpering, closing her eyes tightly and looking at the delirious expression, I couldn't hold back, although I was hoping to last a lot longer. Soon the powerful contractions of her tight, muscled vagina and her perfectly manicured fingers were sending me over the edge. I grabbed her legs threw them over my shoulder and grabbing her hips for leverage I increased my rhythm and began fucking her hard and deep one last time.

I turned my head and saw her pretty red toenails and I yielded to the unrelenting pressure building in my balls and amidst our shouts a mingle of swears and moans, shot what must be gallons of hot gooey Asian cum from all of her cock-teasing deep inside her and groaned loudly, just as her orgasm was subsiding.

"Thank you," Brooke said quietly.

"For what, the deal?" I asked.

"No, the best mind-blowing and sex I have had for a very long time." Brooke replied.