I've already written a few stories about my time with Han. When I peruse the list of story categories on this site, I feel pretty sure that we made worthwhile content for most of them. A few of the subjects, I would have preferred to have done without.
Oddly, despite having this treasure trove of experience with Han, I sometimes have a hard time recalling specific occasions. If I'd only slept with Han a few times, I surely would have remembered all the highlights. Being together for over two years though, most memories have blended into a single steamy nexus. Still, a few memories manage to stand out.
There were so many ways sex with Han was incredible. Just a sample of what she offered could easily make her any guy's most extraordinary experience. Han was an insatiable cock sucker, lover of sperm, seemingly had no preference between vaginal or anal intercourse, was bisexual and came all wrapped up in a tiny, beautiful package. Considering the pleasure of any of these activities, it might seem a bit strange to look back fondly on something so common place, but Han also gave great hand jobs.
Han had incredibly dexterous hands that put amazing finishing touches on everything. When she peeled a grapefruit, not only did she remove the rind, she also pulled the inner membrane from every wedge. Before meeting Han, I didn't even know that grapefruits had inner membranes. For me anything other than cutting a grapefruit in half and eating it with a spoon would have lead to sticky mess.
It's hard to imagine anyone seeing Han and thinking, 'Wow, would I love to get a hand job from her'. One look at Han's mouth would provide an obvious temptation, but plenty of other ideas would easily come to mind too. The pleasures of Han's hand jobs could only to be revealed, dare I say, through first hand experience.
Getting each other off were wide and varied efforts, employing any means we could think up. Tasting one another's fluids always factored in and it was a rarity for Han to see sperm without consuming those calories. I'd lick, stroke, finger fuck, and contort her small frame until she melted in orgasm. Han did the same in return and when it came to jerking me off, she was so good that it was hard to believe that she didn't have a cock of her own.
When new couples are really into sex with each other and have experimental natures, they're going to do more than just fuck. It may not always mean pushing each other's limits either. For instance, sometimes just hanging out listening to music or watching TV I'd get Han off or she would do me. Usually it was a combination of both.
As an example, Han came home from work and found me on the reading "The Quite American" for a book report. Obviously in a good mood, she plopped herself down beside me on the couch. Radiating lust Han ran her hand over my neck and shoulder, "How's my baby?"
"Not bad. How was work?" I asked.
"Pretty boring," Han said in appraisal. "It was a quiet day. I had to find ways to keep myself entertained."
Pulling her to me I kissed her and asked, "How did you keep yourself entertained?"
"The usual," Han confessed.
Han worked as a blood taker at local hospital and her workload always varied. If she wasn't called to draw blood, there would be nothing for her to do, but hang out at her station. When Han was bored at work, her 'usual' was to fill some of that empty time masturbating.
I forget exactly how the subject came up, other than it was some sort of pillow talk. I couldn't be sure if the disclosure was confessional or embroidery either, since Han was an unreliable truth teller. It was still early in our relationship and my tendency still leaned toward believing her, even though the story seemed tailored for my titillation. She was pretty insatiable, so the truth could go either way.
Separating fact from fancy was always part of the mystery with Han. She once mentioned to me after a movie, "That was so unrealistic! Something like could never happen, except to me."
We laughed at the ridiculousness of the comment, but I had the feeling that Han wasn't too far off the mark.
"So where did you do it?" I asked.
"I used the bathroom in the morning, but in the afternoon, I did it in the lab." The lab was attached to their work station. Since the testing had moved off site, it was only used to store specimens.
Wondering about her co-worker I asked, "Where was Jenny?"
"She was around in morning, but she took a couple blood calls in the afternoon. They were in other wings, so I figured I'd have time."
"Did you taste your fingers?" I asked.
"Of course,"
"Did you finger fuck your ass too?"
