Andrew Penney - Best of Asian Erotica, Volume 2

‘I can’t wait any longer, too,’ I replied-which was pretty obvious at that point.

Without turning from me, Teresa reached back and opened the door.

She flipped on a low-glow light and stepped to the bed. The kimono slid to the floor. With her back still towards me, she raised her head and moved it gently. She also twisted her torso slightly as if to show off all the contours of her naked back and rump. She then arched one foot upwards to flaunt her shapely legs. I was pulling wildly at my clothes to get them off when she finally turned her head. ‘Hurry with that. You want some help? I can’t wait to feel you inside me.’

‘No, I can handle it. I’m almost there.’ I pulled my pants off roughly and tore off my underpants. She was now lying back on the bed, her left knee arched upwards, legs spread, eyes focused on the ceiling as if there was some message, some instructions there. Or some warning.

Finally naked, I climbed onto the bed, pulled myself against Teresa’s naked body and started kissing her. It was again that intense, deep penetration kiss. I had my right leg arched over her legs and she immediately started stroking it with her left hand. She then slowly ran her fingertips up the leg until she hit the fork in the road, applying just enough pressure with her nicely clipped nails to make it painfully sensuous.

I rolled back over slightly and started stroking her pussy, first with tightly drawn fingers, then with just two fingers stroking the gash. Then I slowly inserted the middle finger, making a circular motion as it moved deeper into her. She gave out a gasp. ‘Oh god; that’s so nice.’ I twirled a little more and then, strangely, she grabbed my wrist sharply and pulled my hand away.

‘I want to come with you inside me. Also, you shouldn’t do that too long or it will go dry. See, I have to use a lubricant. Natural wetness is the one thing the operation couldn’t provide.’

She then grabbed my sides gently and helped ease me onto her eager body. I suddenly spooked, like a young horse, and was afraid I might go soft.

The finger was one thing, but here I was about to enter a woman who’d spent most of her life as a man. That was still bothering me somewhere deep inside.

But I was very close already, so Teresa eased me down, then took my rigid penis, pulled it against the lip of her vagina and twirled it around on the hair and the wet entrance, then started pulling me into her.

After she had taken in the crown of my cock, I did the rest, with a slow, easy push all the way in. Then I suddenly said to myself, ‘This is it. You are inside a woman who nature had intended to be a man.’ What might happen in here??

At first the pussy felt funny, like something that didn’t belong there.

I wanted to pull out, apologise, wipe myself off, apologise again, dress as quickly as I could and run out of there. But I knew I wouldn’t. After a few strokes, I felt much more comfortable. And before long, it became very pleasurable. Teresa’s vagina was very tight and though not as deep as I would have liked, it fitted me nicely.

In fact, I thought I was about to come after less than a minute; that’s how good the pussy was. I closed my eyes and stiffened up my lower parts. Teresa slowed down her own stroking to a near halt. ‘You almost came, didn’t you?’

‘Yes, but- ’

‘Don’t worry, darling; that often happens. Most of the guys I’ve known, they lose control quickly with my vagina. So let’s just relax, take it slow, and get used to the feel of the pussy.’

Which is exactly what I was trying to do. After another minute or so of soft thrust and pull, I felt more used to the sensation. Then we steadily picked up tempo and force, moving with an intensity I’d only known with a few women.

As we moved, Teresa started thrusting energetically. She suddenly called out, ‘I love it, I love it. Oh, I really love it. You feel so right. This is what I want; you.’

‘You’re what I want too. You feel so right.’ We were now going full throttle. Teresa’s pumping under me was, not surprisingly, unique. It was as if she was trying to regain some lost and essential part of herself in the act of sex. Though I was trying to constrain myself as much as I could, I came more quickly than was usual for me. As she was still going, I kept pumping as long as I could, but finally, I slumped against her, thoroughly exhausted. I was sucking in short, shallow breaths and the air in the room had this wonderful sour taste to it.

For the next I’m-not-sure-how-many minutes we lay there, holding each other, mumbling words. I asked her if she enjoyed it, what it was like, if she came. She answered ‘yes, definitely yes’ to all three. I wanted details, but thought I should let the whole thing simmer for awhile before I started trawling for them.

About ten minutes later, we started kissing again, first just affectionately, then passionately. I was getting hard again after about thirty seconds of this. I started to climb aboard, but she pushed me back and said she had to go to the loo first, to urinate and then to re-lubricate. Before she climbed out of bed, she took my head in her hands and gave me a soft, very loving kiss. I may have been wrong because of the dim light, but I thought I detected a sadness in her face as she moved away.

As I waited for her to come back, I tended to the maintenance of my erection. I wanted to make sure it was ready for action upon her return, but that return was delayed … and delayed. It wasn’t too long, I suspect, before I slid into a deep sleep, probably a combination of the wine, the excitement and the exhaustion of our love-making.

I woke up in the early shafts of morning light, all alone in the bed. I hauled myself up to a sitting position and noted the slight headache pushing against my temples and forehead. I somehow found my shorts behind a chair, pulled them on and headed out to the living room.

Teresa was there on the long, plush couch, apparently asleep. She had a bath towel wrapped loosely around her waist, a long pink T-shirt pulled over her torso, and was wearing those sort of black blindfold things people wear on planes when they’re trying to catch some sleep. I walked over to her quietly and touched her left shoulder lightly.

‘Is that you?’

‘Were you expecting anyone else?’ She smiled at this.

‘What time is it?’

‘Early.’

‘That must be why I’m still so tired.’

‘May also have something to do with the exercise we managed to sneak in.’

‘Maybe.’ She took a deep sigh. ‘So, Raymond … or should I call you Hector?’

‘Whatever suits you.’

‘Was it everything you thought it would be?’

I didn’t really know how to answer that, but rather than allowing myself to be choked by silence, I said it was even better than I ever thought. I then sucked back my lips before admitting, ‘It was one of the most fantastic sexual experiences I’ve ever had.’

‘Good. That’s what I was hoping I could give you.’

I looked down at that beautiful face and thought I saw tears trickling down from just under the blindfold.

‘Teresa, is there something wrong?’

‘No, no; everything’s just right. Look, there are a couple of things I have to do. I really have to do them before too late, and I need solitude to do them in. I don’t mean to be brusque or impolite, but …’

‘No, no, of course. I understand. You’ve got things that have to be done.’

‘Thank you.’

She sat up from the couch for the first time, pointed to the coffee table next to the couch and asked me to get her the pad of paper sitting there. I did.

She tore the top sheet off and handed it to me. ‘This is my phone number.

Give me a call. I’ll be sort of busy for the next few days, but I’ll be very free after that.’