I met Lydia through an online personals site in Hong Kong. My marriage was over and I was now enjoying the freedom that came with it. I had joined several online dating apps looking for hookups with varying degrees of success. Local Hong Kong girls can be very shy and getting a local girl into bed was proving difficult, I was having more success meeting other Westerners.
Lydia had placed an ad looking for an NSA hookup. She was married, but apparently her husband was out of town most of the time and she was bored and lonely at home. She was looking for "a dominant man to come over to her place and show her what she was missing." There were no pics with the post, only a WhatsApp number to contact her.
Our initial message exchange was small talk and revealed that she was 36 years old, Australian, blonde, blue eyes and 5'7". Further messages revealed that her pussy was fully waxed, her tits were DD size and her ass was a "little on the large size."
She also told me she was "dying to have another man's cock in her mouth" and was looking forward to tasting another man's cum.
These latter revelations were exciting and enticing and we then exchanged a series of dirty flirtations before finally sharing pictures. I was quite pleased with what I saw.
She definitely did not look like the kind of girl that would discuss sucking cock and tasting cum. She looked very intelligent, smart, homely. She wasn't a skinny girl for sure, she was curvy, and curvy in a healthy way. There was one of her pictures I liked particularly. She was sitting at a table in a bar wearing a red dress, smiling nicely with a glass of white wine in one hand. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was stunning and natural, soft-looking and shiny. Her pink lipstick accentuating lovely plump lips and showing immaculate white teeth. Her blue eyes sparkling with a beautiful radiance. She looked happy and very much like a woman you could marry and have a family with and live out the rest your lives together in peace and harmony. But I was not that guy, and that's not what we were going to do, and it turned me on thinking about that.
After a day or two of messaging, I decided to push the question and asked when we were going to get together. Having waited around three hours for her reply, she announced I could come over at the weekend - her husband would be gone for several days. 12pm on Saturday, I only had to wait two days.
I refrained from masturbation over Thursday and Friday and I grew more and more excited as the hours passed. On Saturday morning as I was sitting on the MTR, I could feel the weight and tension in my balls. I was almost dizzy with sexual anticipation.
Her address was in Kennedy Town on HK Island, in a high-rise residential block, 23rd floor. My hands were almost shaking when I arrived at her door and knocked.
She opened the door a crack and peered out from behind the security chain.
"Hello Jason." she whispered.
I mumbled a greeting in return and walked into her apartment as she opened the door for me.
The first thing I noticed was her perfume. I don't know what it was but it smelled sweet and divine. Had to be something expensive I thought.
"You smell amazing!" I said turning to look at her she closed the door smiling with her beautiful pink lipstick. She was wearing a black silk kimono with an embroidered red dragon design down each lapel, a matching cord tied around the waist. I could see a little cleavage and a gold crucifix necklace hanging just above them.
"Come!" she said giggling, taking my hand leading me to the settee in the open plan living area.
"Please sit here" she said pointing to a very comfortable looking leather armchair. As she sat down on the opposite settee, I noticed she was wearing white heeled shoes over what I assumed were white stockings.
Mmmmm. I said to myself.
"Sooooo..." she said crossing her legs and looking at me smiling.
"Would you like a drink?"
"No, I'm good Lydia, thanks!"
"Ok, let's get started then." she whispered moving her hands to her kimono belt. Her fingernails were painted with a shiny pink paint to match her lipstick and my mouth fell open as she pulled the cord and opened the kimono, spreading her legs as she did so.
There was no bra, no panties. Only white laced-topped stockings held up with suspenders and a garter belt.
"Do you like what you see, Jason?" she cooed at me running her hands up the inside of her thighs.
I said nothing as I explored her body with my eyes, her skin so white and unblemished her large tits hanging with pink nipples staring out at me. Her shaven pink pussy lips clearly evident and already shining wet at the edges.
