My Bookstore Encounter with Xiu

Last Sunday afternoon, I ― a 45-year-old linguist ― found myself wandering through the aisles of a multinational bookstore in search of a detailed guide on Cantonese proverbs. The store was bustling with people from all walks of life, each one engrossed in their own interests and pursuits. As I navigated through the maze of books, my eyes kept drifting towards a young woman who worked as a book organizer. She was Chinese, probably in her early twenties, and had an understated sexiness that left me captivated. Her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing a pair of delicate ears adorned with small silver studs. Her slender fingers deftly arranged books on the shelves while her body swayed to the rhythm of her thoughts.

I couldn't help but feel drawn to her. She was like a melody, an enchanting tune that I couldn't resist. As I approached her aisle, I mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation. "Excuse me, miss," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm looking for a book on Cantonese proverbs. Do you happen to know where I can find one?"

She turned towards me, her almond-shaped eyes meeting mine. There was a hint of curiosity in her gaze, but mostly, she seemed amused. "I think I might be able to help you with that," she replied, her voice soft and smooth like silk. "Follow me."

She led me to the back of the store where the language section was located. We walked past rows of books in different languages, and I couldn't help but notice how her tight jeans hugged her ass cheeks enticingly. She reached for a book on a high shelf, stretching her arms to reach it. Her shirt rose slightly, revealing a glimpse of her flat stomach and the top of her lace bra. My heart raced as I watched her movements, my eyes unable to look away from her body.

"Here it is," she said, handing me the book. "I hope this helps."

"Thank you," I managed to say, my voice hoarse. "You've been a great help."

She smiled, revealing a row of perfect white teeth. Her face glowed with a subtle radiance that made her even more beautiful. "No problem. If you need any more help, feel free to ask. I'm Xiu."

"I'm, uh, Mr. Coleman."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Coleman."

I nodded, my mind racing with thoughts of all the things I wanted to do to Xiu. As she turned to leave, I caught a whiff of her perfume, a sweet and exotic scent that made my head spin. I watched her walk away, her hips swaying in that hypnotic rhythm that had captivated me earlier.

I spent the next few hours poring over the book, trying to forget about the woman who had helped me. But my mind kept wandering back to her. Her tits, I thought, imagining them pressed against my chest as I thrust into her. My cock hardened at the thought, pressing against my pants. I pictured myself pulling down her pants and penetrating her wet pussy, feeling her tight walls grip me as I thrust in and out.

Later that evening, I couldn't resist any longer. I decided to go back to the bookstore, despite my better judgment telling me otherwise. As I entered the store, I felt like a dirty old pervert for even thinking about going there again just because I saw this young woman who caught my eye. Surely she was too good for someone like me.

I scanned the store, hoping to see her familiar face again. And there she was, behind the cash register, her fingers flying across the keyboard of a computer terminal. She looked up and our eyes met. For a moment, she froze, as if she had been expecting me. Then, she put on a fake smile and called out, "Mr. Coleman! What a surprise. I thought you'd have found everything you needed last time."

"I... I just wanted to see you again," I stammered. "I was hoping you could help me with Cantonese pronunciation."

"Well," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "We close in another hour, but I can make an exception since you're an elderly gentleman." I chuckled despite my better judgment. It was true; I had been mistaken for much younger before by people who didn't know any better. And yet here this girl - young enough to be my daughter -- was making fun of me for it. Maybe it was just part of her charm or perhaps she simply enjoyed pushing boundaries. Either way, I couldn't help but feel both amused and aroused by our exchange. And I didn't want to lose the momentum now that I had finally got her alone.

Xiu led me to a quiet corner of the store where there were several soundproof booths lined up against the wall. Each one had a small table and two chairs inside. "These are our silent study booths," she explained. "You can use them if you want privacy while studying."

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from her body. Her tight top hugged her breasts, making it impossible not to notice the outline of her nipples beneath the fabric. My mind raced with thoughts of how they would feel against my lips and tongue.

She opened the door to one of the booths, gesturing for me to enter. I stepped inside, but Xiu didn't follow. "I'll be back in a few minutes," she said, her voice barely audible through the thick glass. Then, she was gone.

My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for her to return. When she did, she curiously carried a towel "What's this for?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She blushed slightly and shrugged. "Just in case.." My mouth watered at the thought of what she meant by 'just in case'. She placed the towel on the table. She shut the door behind her, locking us inside the enclosed booth. The sound of our breathing filled the small space as we looked at each other for a long moment.

She strode to stand in front of me, her hand on her hip. "So," she said, "I saw how you looked at me earlier," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're a pervert, aren't you?"

I felt my face flush with embarrassment. "I... I guess so," I stammered.

"Well, I deal with perverts like you all the time," she said, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "I have a proposition for you," she continued, laying down the law. "You can either leave and never come back, or you can let me help you with your Cantonese study."

I didn't hesitate. "I'll take your help," I said, my voice thick with desire.

She smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good choice," she said. Xiu stretched her arms above her head, arching her back. Her shirt rose slightly, revealing her midriff. She reached for her hair bun and undid it, letting her long black hair cascade down her back. "So, shall we begin?"

I nodded, unable to speak. *This fine Asian chick is a rollercoaster*, I thought.

With a single swift motion, she removed her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra that covered her perfect Chinese tits. My eyes widened in shock, but she didn't seem to mind.

She unhooked the bra and let them fall free, revealing her perky nipples. They glistened in the dim light, their areolae dark against her pale skin. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Now," she said, "You know this room is sound proof, right?"

I nodded, my cock throbbing in my pants.

"Good," she said, "Because I want to hear you moan."

She reached for my belt, undoing it quickly. My cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing. She gasped softly, her eyes widening in surprise. "Wow," she whispered, "Mr. Coleman, I think you like me."

She reached out and touched my shaft, running her fingers along the length of it. I gasped, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through me. She teased my cock, circling the head with her thumb before taking it into her mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head as she began to suck, her lips sliding up and down my shaft. I groaned, unable to believe the feeling. *This Chinese nympho is only 21 years old*, I thought, *and she's sucking my cock like a trained whore.*

She pulled away, smiling up at me. "Your turn," she said, her voice breathy and sexy.

I fumbled with her pants, undoing the button and zipper. She stepped out of them, revealing her black lace panties. I gasped as I saw her bush, neatly trimmed and glistening with excitement. My fingers traced the outline of her pussy through the fabric before slipping inside to feel its wetness. She moaned softly, arching her back.

"I like an eager learner," she said, grinning at me. "Now let's see how good you are with eating Cantonese."

She climbed onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. I couldn't believe my luck as I leaned in to taste her pussy for the first time. Her juices were sweet and salty, unlike anything I had ever tasted before. I lapped at her clit, feeling it harden under my tongue. She moaned loudly, bucking against my face.

"That's it," she whispered, "Enjoy my Chinese flavor."

I suckled on her clit as I fingered her pussy, feeling the walls of her tight canal squeeze around my digits. She moaned and gasped, her hips bucking wildly. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer to her sensitive bud.

"Fuck me, Mr. Coleman" she whispered, "I want you to fuck me."

Without another word, I stood up and positioned myself at her entrance. I tapped at her opening, feeling her wetness coat the head of my cock. "I want to savor this," I said, "You Oriental fuck-tart..."

She laughed softly, a sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Call me what you like," she whispered, "just ― oh god!"

With one swift thrust, I penetrated her tight pussy. She gasped loudly, arching her back in pleasure. Her tits jiggled with the force of it, her nipples hardening against my chest. I began to move slowly, feeling every inch of her velvety Asian walls stretch around me.

"Harder," she whispered, "I want you to fuck me harder."

I obliged, picking up the pace as I slammed into her. The sound of our fucking, *chup*... *chup*... *chup*... *chup*... *chup*... absorbed and dissolved in the walls of the sound proof booth. "Now faster," she moaned, her voice ragged and needy.

I obliged, suddenly ― with a furious rhythm that had us both gasping for air. *CHUP! CHUP!* *CHUP!* *CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! CHUP!* went my hips as I drove into her over and over again. Xiu's body bucked wildly, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her tits slapped against my chest in a sensual rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through me. She taunted me, grabbing my cock and jerking it hard before taking it deep inside her again. I didn't know how much longer I could last.

But Xiu had a way of keeping me hard. "Flip me over," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

I did as she said, turning her onto all fours. Her cute ass wiggled enticingly as I spanked it before plunging into her from behind. She groaned loudly, arching her back to meet each thrust. Her hands gripped the desk, nails digging into the wood. She muttered in Cantonese I think, a sweet melody that made my cock throb even harder.

"I'm close," she whispered, "so close."

And then she came, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy clenched around me, milking my cock with each pulse of orgasm. My own release near but I wanted to cum on her pretty face. With a groan, I pulled out and Xiu turned quickly and expertly. "Give me your American jizz," she whispered, "I want it all over my face."

And then I could hold out no longer.

Xiu taunted me with a final verbal tease, "My face is ready for your cum, Mr. Coleman."

I pulled out, and her eyes widened as I aimed directly at her pretty, awaiting face.

I recall it with such exact detail as I've had it on replay in my mind's eye. It was the

most erotic thing I'd ever experienced.

The moment before impact, everything seemed to freeze into slow motion. My hand shook slightly as I positioned myself over her face. Each droplet of precum hung suspended in mid-air; waiting for its cue. And then...uhn! With an explosive force, the first stream hit her cheekbone sending up tiny rivulets of pearl essence. Her eyelids fluttered closed as if savouring the sensation. It took several moments for another jet to arc through the space between us - landing squarely across those full lips. I watched mesmerized by the way they parted around the warmth spreading across her skin. Another two followed suit -- one just above her left brow while the other settled perfectly onto the bridge of her nose.

The third shot caught her unawares, trickled slowly along the contours of her high cheeks before finally gathering momentum enough to cascade downwards towards her neckline. She moaned softly beneath me as I continued to unload upon her. Shot four landed dead center within the hollow of her collarbone leaving a trail of wetness in its path. Number five found itself nestled comfortably amidst the swell of her supple Chinese tits while number six painted a bold line straight down her sternum. Just as I thought there were none remaining, seven came forth delivering sweet payload to her mouth. It pooled against her upper lip forming a thick mound of creamy froth which she licked hungrily without hesitation. Eight followed closely behind tracing a delicious pattern downward ending precisely beside the first drop. And finally I repositioned so my last shot landed proudly atop the cum summit already adorning her lovely face.

There she was before me--Xiu, the shy bookstore assistant who'd helped me earlier transformed into nothing less than a filthy, sultry mess. The sensation of dominance was exhilarating beyond measure. She squinted at me through the film of semen covering half of her countenance, her expression straddling somewhere between disbelief and desire. "There's a Cantonese proverb that is fitting," she said. "It translates loosely to 'A man must leave marks wherever he goes.'" She grinned widely revealing traces of cum goop still adorning her teeth. "You certainly left your mark here tonight."

That smile alone sent bolts of electric current coursing through my entire being. To think only minutes ago we shared mere pleasantries. Now here we were completely debased, yet utterly connected.

"That's a work of poetry," she whispered, smiling up at me.

I collapsed onto the chair, breathless and spent. Xiu leaned over, nuzzling her cum-covered face in my chest. "You're welcome," I said, still amazed at what had just happened.

"And remember," she whispered as we left the booth, "if you ever need more help with your Cantonese studies, just ask."

The bookstore had closed by now. As we exited the booth, Xiu grabbed the towel she had brought earlier and gently wiped the remaining cum from her face, leaving only a small smear of it on her cheeks as a reminder of our intimate encounter. She smiled up at me again, this time with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Do you see what I meant about just in case?"