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Get Back - (can you help me finish...)
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Get Back - (can you help me finish...) It was in the middle of her second glass of wine that she felt slightly hot and very comfortable. They were on their second date and just finishing a nice, simple meal at a local café/restaurant in Soho. She stood up, turned and removed her short black jacket on the way to the ladies room. It was then that he noticed her back. It was not so much a formal “date” as it was two friends who had got together for an inexpensive meal on a Saturday afternoon. They worked that morning and found that they were both free later and could take advantage of the ample lunch specials available in Hong Kong. It seemed like a fun way to enjoy a relatively smog free day in a nice neighborhood on the Island after another hectic but unrewarding week for both in an economy scared of the coming recession. This was likely the excuse both gave each other for ordering a second glass on a Saturday afternoon. If there was not a lot of work needed to be done now, might as well have a second glass and enjoy the afternoon. As they were finishing up a satisfying meal, she announced a trip to the ladies room. She got up, turned around and made her way through the skinny aisle where she imagined the ladies room would eventually be found. He could see her walking away from him on her way to the back of the café. She had on black pants that gently hugged her bum, nicely cut so they were not too tight. Sexy but smart. Her combination grey sleeveless undershirt/shirt contrasted nicely with her black pants. He didn’t notice it, but for some reason her top was cut lower and had thinner straps than a normal sleeveless under/outer shirt. He did notice that he could see more of her back than he had seen before. He could feel the effects of the wine as he lingered over another sip while looking at her weave her way through the crowded aisle (if you could call it that) on the way to the ladies room. Her back and shoulders her stunning. He had not thought of it before ‒ barely thought of much besides her welcoming face and big boobs ‒ but he was suddenly attracted to her back ‒ or at least what he could see with only at best one-third of it exposed as she walked toward away. It seemed longer than other women’s back. Not that he noticed, and not that it was disproportionately too large for her frame, but hers seemed longer and more refined than any he’d seen before. It was like she had grown up spending half her life as a gymnast hanging from the parallel bars stretching in a deliberate attempt to make herself taller. Or possibly as a swimmer, her top half constantly pulling her bottom-half through the water. Not that he consciously perceived it knew, but her short hair helped to accent the beauty of her back, neck and shoulders. It was a strange, satisfying feeling for him to stair at her walking away. He was proud of himself for noticing something besides the obvious tits, ass and face. But also a little unsettling. Was he getting soft? Why of all times should there be a revelation like this now? Never mind he said to himself. Once I have her on her back it’ll all be forgotten. I mean why even think about things like this now. Coming back to the table she looked relieved from the pee as well as successfully navigating the small, packed place after a couple of glasses of wine. He was relatively tall, attractive, looked great in a suit, and was a good dancer in the disco as well as in bed. He was a good, but not flamboyant dresser and today was wearing a suit-jacket, slacks and a nice crisp plaid business shirt. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he made it look good. After sitting down she looked up and saw a different look on his face ‒ a subtle change that she could not put into words if somebody asked. She saw this expression and started to get horny ‒ but did not associate the feeling with sex ‒ just thought it was the novelty of a nice meal and wine in the middle of the day. Both knew that they would likely end up in bed. They had been together several times before and both were comfortable with each other after the usual initial awkwardness of a new lover. In short, the sex had been good, satisfying diversion away from winter life in Hong Kong. After lunch they decided to walk down to the Star Ferry for the ride back to her place in Hong Hom. The air was relatively clear, the temperature was too warm for winter, but cool enough that she needed her sweater and he his suit jacket. It would also do them good to get some fresh air. On the way to the boat, she could not get his expression out off her mind ‒ what had he been thinking? Or was it all in her head ‒ he really looked the same as before. Nevertheless she could feel herself thinking about making love to him. Feeling him push inside as she opened. She could feel herself getting wet even as she was walking and trying to carry on a conversation above the load, crowded din of Central. It was a new, exciting feeling for her and she wasn’t even sure if she was properly monitoring it. How could she get excited to the point of feeling squishy between her legs without any stimulation? I mean she’s walking around one of the most crowded and expensive neighborhoods in the world. It takes 100% of ones concentration just to navigate the hoards of shoppers, businesspeople, and commuters that make up a mid-Saturday afternoon in downtown Hong Kong. Nevertheless she could feel it building up and snowballing. The feeling getting stronger as she walked down the street. Shit. Who’s that!! Ouch. She bumped into someone hard from the front. She had taken another peak at his still funny, erotic look to make sure she was not deluding herself and did not see the aggressive businessman who ran into her. He broke her fall. His largish hand brushing her butt as it moved up her lower back, securely holding her until she caught her balance. His hand on her back got him excited. The image of her walking towards the woman’s room immediately flashed into his head and in a nanosecond thought of her lower back, if he had even noticed it before, and wondered why he had such thoughts, and why he wasn’t thinking about her breasts. She looked up and saw that unexplainable smile on his face. They finally made it to the ferry and settled into a nice window seat in the back. They barely talked ‒ both thinking about the different, subtly electric, atmosphere between them and wondering what was to come next. She could feel her mind turn to him and what they would do. She could feel her nipples and pussy starting to heat up. He gave up resisting and started thinking of her back and how he’d not really noticed how it merged into her butt, supported her shoulders, and linked her body together. He could feel himself growing hard. When the boat arrived at its destination they took a while to compose themselves. He was hard and had to shift so it was not too noticeable. She unmistakably felt wetness inside her panties as she stood up. Reflexes took over and she looked down to make sure nothing was noticeable from the outside. Back at her place they took a shower together. Kissing heavily as they soaped each other. Reaching around he spent extra time exploring her back. Moving up and down her spine. Feeling each vertebrae connect with each other. Marvel at her beautiful neck and shoulders. He could feel the curve of her lower back were her butt began to stick out from her. She could feel him grow as he ran his fingers over her butt and up again onto her the back of her hips. “Why is he spending time there? Usually he just plays with my boobs”, she thought. But hell it was nice and a little different. He moved his hands and fingers up and down her back, feeling it all over. He had her turnaround and started kissing her neck and shoulders as warm water flowed onto their soapy, clean bodies. He slowly moved his mouth down her back bending at the knees as he kissed in criss-crossed patterns. His hands were sneaking feels of her breasts and butt as he slowly moved south. His lips felt the broad smoothness off her back and the soft bumps where a thin layer of skin covered her backbone. He continued down with his head moving back as his tongue traced the curve of her butt which stuck-out in what he thought was a perfect arch ‒ not too much, not too little. He kept going. Spreading her butt as he moved his tongue into the space where her butt cheeks met. He spent extra time her exploring here, thinking this must be one area that doesn’t get much attention. “It’s a very erotic place, but so close to the main attraction I must of overlooked it before”, he thought to himself. The novelty of exploration made him excited and he suddenly knew what he wanted to do. He got up turned her around and suggested they dry off. As she turned she could now seen unmistakably the smile that smile on his face that she thought she was just imagining before. It made her excited. The kissed before laying down together on her nice, expensive, super comfortable bed sheets. She could feel him hard against her thighs as her tongue explored her mouth and saliva dripped between them. He asked her to turnover onto her stomach. She was enjoying the attention to areas of her body that hadn’t really been explored before ‒ or at least in such detail. .............................. |
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