The rain came in hard and fast as dark cumulus clouds hung low over Tay Ho (Westlake). The darkness was almost complete as the neon and street lights on the other shore of the lake dimmed. Only the street lamp across the road cast its chiaroscuro effect on the walls inside as its glow filtered through the palms. Diep and I hurriedly rose, she from the floor between my thighs and I from the small wooden chair I was sitting on. We picked up our clothes and the two wine glasses, parted the sliding glass doors and entered my living room.
I shut the doors and walked to my bar where I topped up the wine goblets from the open bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. My assistant was standing at the sliding doors and looking out, peering through the glass. Heavy rain slanted down from the skies, every drop acting like a prism through which the street light fractured. I placed the glasses on a side table and went to switch on the small, heavily shaded lamp that sat next to the television.
I went back in to the house wearing only my vest and socks since Diep had relieved me of my other clothing. I switched on the light in one of the bathrooms and walked into the guest bedroom where I turned on one of the bedside lamps. Then I walked back down the long corridor towards the living room and saw her still standing by the glass doors, looking out. She heard my footsteps, twisted her neck and looked at me approaching her.
The soft lighting showed up her body in a diffused contrast against the surrounding blackness. She had the most beatific smile on her face, blissfully happy and joyful. She turned back to her gazing as I neared her. And then, in the quiet stillness of the night I stopped and stared at this wondrous beauty. She stood straight, all of five feet four inches tall; her hair was open and autumnal colour fell in short waves down to her shoulder blades. Her hands were straight down and her palms rested on the outside of her thighs. From the shoulders, her back tapered to her very slim waist before flaring to her hips. Her spinal column was in shadow as it ran down to her buttocks.
I looked intently at her arse, the perfect shape and swell casting deep shadows on the left sides of both buttocks, away from the lamp light. The slight crease below them as her thighs tapered to the knees and then the expansion of her calves before tapering to her delicate ankles. My long and distended penis, with blood still pulsing through the veins, swung slightly as I took the next few steps up to her.
Standing behind my secretary, my cock now flush against her rump, I snaked my arms around her midriff and held her close. She turned around almost immediately and raised her hands to my head, her fingers entwined through the thick curls of my hair as she drew me down for a kiss. Our lips locked and her tongue shot into my mouth, flagellating inside across my teeth and tongue. I sucked her lips and pushed her tongue back, intruding into the dark wet recesses of her oral orifice. My hands ran across the length and breadth of her back, moving lower to her arse and back again.
I was hard instantaneously, thick and fleshy as my manhood rose up and pushed against the softness of her belly. Instinctively, I placed my hands at the base of her buttocks and tried to scoop her upwards so I could penetrate her. She raised herself with her hands now tightly locked around my neck and pulled her legs of the ground. In one swift motion that almost seemed practiced, I raised her up as she bent her knees and lifted herself off the ground. Using the grip of my hands on her buttocks, I maneuvered her over the top of my stiff erect and upright penis, feeling the bush thickness of her pubic hair on the glans of my cock.
Then I lowered her and inch and speared her cunt with the tip of my phallus. Her ankles locked behind me at the base of my spine and I held her tight against my body, my penis pushing deep into her as I lowered her another few inches. We stood steady for about ten seconds before I turned around and faced the inside of the apartment. Her breasts were more swollen than normal as they pressed against my chest. I was still wearing my vest and her nipples grazed against the cotton fabric as I began to walk towards the bedroom.
Walking down the hallway, I stopped and pushed her slightly against the wall, holding her firmly from beneath her buttock. Anchored against the wall, I thrust upwards into her, ramming myself as deep as I could go. She clutched on my neck, her teeth biting into the muscles around my clavicle as I thrust in and out of her. Her vagina was tight and held my phallus in a very constricted suction although the lubricated walls of her genitalia allowed me to plunge the entire thickness of my manhood all the way up into her.
Pulling away from the wall a couple of inches so she didn't hurt herself scraping her back, I tightened my grip on her arse as my forefinger penetrated her rectal opening. Holding her firmly, I raised and lowered her on my slippery pole in continuous heaves and felt her synchronizing her own motion. She increased the pace herself, rising and falling as my upright cock impaled her. I felt the stirrings of an explosive ejaculation at the base of my shaft and tried to slow her down by walking towards the guest room.
When I reached the bed, I lowered her gently, unhappy about pulling out of her vagina but wanting to penetrate her immediately after. Instead, as she lay supine on the satin powder blue sheet, straightening herself into a comfortable position, her head now on the soft down pillow, I stared in rapture at the beautiful face. My cock was still hard and almost straight up against my flat abdomen but I continued to gaze at the unfathomable beauty before me.
The darkness was gone as the bedside lamp lit up her fair Asian skin. She knew what I was doing, soaking in her beauty. Diep did not interrupt me, possibly seeing the euphoria and enchantment on my face. Her oval face, enshrined in the auburn-black ruffles of her hair on the light blue pillow, the dab of red lipstick now considerably smeared, the deep pools of her dark brown eyes, all of this fascinated me no end.
Her breasts were definitely swollen, the nipples long and hard jutted out from the centre of her coffee coloured aureola. I resisted the urge to touch her tits, holding back the moment. Below her boobs, I discerned the steaks of her ribs and the puckered indent of her navel. Her stomach and abdomen were flat, without an iota of extra flesh, and lower down the thick, deeply forested bush of her pubic hair. Once again I noticed how the edges were trimmed and bereft of any untidy overgrowth. My eyes stayed glued to the enticing jungle through which I would soon find my way to the secret cave that had enticed me for so long.