Interracial Sex Stories: My Naughty Oriental Secret (BW AM), page 1
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My Naughty
Oriental Secret
Sasha Collins
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“There is that smile again,” Jon said looking up from under his eyebrows, “That breaks men’s hearts.”
“Well yours is the only one that matters,” Kari replied as she went back to her desk and to her skype video conference.
They flirted like this constantly and had for several years. In some ways Jon was her best friend. Lord knew she spent more time in the office with him than with her friends and family.
Jon had started as her boss but over time she had progressed until now they were more in the realm of colleagues. It wasn’t easy working in a small marketing agency, but with teamwork they were able to solve most of their client’s challenges successfully.
Jon was attractive, Kari thought, even though it was rare that she strayed beyond her own race. It just got too complicated when one mixed a black woman with an Asian man. She wasn’t sure to what extent Jon shared her thoughts, but there seemed to be an unwritten agreement that flirting was as far as things would go.
But Kari still often thought of him and, although she’d never gone so far as imagining sex with Jon, she’d gotten close on more than once instance.
“Lunch today, Jon?” she yelled over the cubicle wall, presuming he was at his desk.
“Sure,” he said after a pause, “Is it your pick or mine?”
“Yours I think,” Kari replied, “Something good this time, okay? I’d to taste something new today.”
“Umm, ok,” Jon mumbled, but she could tell from his tone his mind was already back on his work. Jon was nothing if not a workaholic.
She rolled her eyes in mock frustration at him, which was rather pointless as in fact no one could see the gesture, but it humored her if nothing else. Only an hour until lunch, she thought. Please, do not pick the Mexican place. It was good but he always picked it.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, even though it was only another hour, lunch arrived.
They met on their walk out of the building and as usual she bumped his shoulder with hers and said, “So what’s the verdict, Jon? It is El Rancho Cuchamonga again?”
“Actually, no,” he laughed, “Today, I figured we’d try a new place. Something more unique. Special almost.”
“Oh,” Kari replied in a wistful voice. Jon wasn’t really the most creative guy so something unique probably meant another Mexican place a few blocks away from old El Rancho.
They drove a few minutes, into a part of town with which Kari wasn’t really familiar with. It was actually a relatively upscale area geared more to the upwardly mobile.
“Where are you taking me, my dear?” Kari asked, knowing this was somewhat outside their usual haunts.
“Likeghte I said, someplace different,” Jon replied, an odd gleam in his eyes as he pulled into a parking spot. “And today, its my treat.”
“You didn’t quit, did you?” Kari said with a nervous laugh, “You know you can’t just leave me there.”
“Oh, nothing like that, I assure you.”
They got out and Kari didn’t recognize any of the little eateries around them. Again, she noted the upscale but still rather quiet and sedate atmosphere of the area.
Jon took her by the elbow and led her towards a little bistro, which looked decidedly European, even though they were in Chicago.
“Is French alright, Kari?” he asked, and Kari could almost feel the edge in his voice as his nerves seemed to be taking over on him, try as he might.
She was flummoxed, as they’d never gone anywhere remotely nice. She was beginning to think that perhaps he’d lied about resigning.
“Sure, this will be nice,” she said, with almost a pregnant pause between each word.
They went in and it was almost a romantic setting, Kari found herself thinking. The hostess seemed to be expecting them, and Kari increasingly felt as if something was in the works.
Their secluded table was beside a quaint indoor garden of some sort, and soft music tinkled in the background.
They’d barely taken their seats when she realized that Jon was beet red.
“What is it, Jon?” she exclaimed, with panic flavoring her words.
“I just have to tell you,” he said somberly, head bowed, palms flat on the table.
“What? Are you sick?” Kari could tell from the body language that it must be bad news of the worst sort. She covered his hand with hers, already feeling herself slip into support mode.
Still, he didn’t look up. After a few eternal seconds, he slowly said, “I think…..I think I have to have you in my life.”
“Look at me, Jon,” she said sternly, “I am in your life. We see each other almost every work day.”
“But, you see I’ve fallen,” a thin smile crossed his face and she could see that he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact, “Fallen madly in love with you.”
Kari felt her breath taken away and a flush come over her as her stern demeanor vanished. Thankfully given her coppery skin tone it was almost impossible to detect the rush of blood to her cheeks.
“I don’t know what to say, Jon,” she said, but inadvertently realized that as she said this she had moved to hold his hand, rather than merely laying hers atop his.
She understood that her subconscious was trying to tell her something.
“Well, you are still here,” Jon said, seeming to regain a bit more of his composure now that the cat was , Jout of the bag.
“And I’m not planning on going anywhere, Jon,” she said.
The waiter, whose timing couldn’t be worse, came and got their order right in the middle of things. Thankfully Jon picked up where he’d left off. “So, you feel the same way?”
“Jon, to be honest, I’m not sure,” she said. “I always had that avenue blocked off, figuring it just wouldn’t work. But I’m definitely open to it- I’d actually love to explore it.”
They chatted more as they ate lunch and finished up, their conversation going all over the place, though mostly it centered on their feelings for each other and the history they’d had in flirting over the years with each other.
The entire time his hand was in hers.
They left still hand in hand and as Jon held open the car door for her, he leaned in a kissed her. His lips were soft and warm. Kari was surprised but it was the best possible surprise.
She felt her hand go to cradle his face as the kiss continued. Without knowing it, she lifted a leg in excitement, holding it in midair. The kiss continued, slowly building in passion. No, Kari corrected herself- it wasn’t passion as much as it was unrepentant emotion coming out of both of them.
He felt his hands on her waist, but even as their tongues briefly touched and twisted with each other, he was always the gentleman and refrained from any adolescent groping.
As their lips parted Kari felt his hand slide gently to her hips to guide her into the car. His hands felt good and she smiled up at him as she took her seat.
After a moment he came around and took the wheel. She put her hand on his thigh.
“That was a very nice lunch,” she said hoping she was beaming as much on the outside as on the inside.
“I’m very glad you liked it,” Jon said, I was scared shitless to tell you that.
“Why?” she said as she leaned in for a quick kiss, “I’m so glad you did.” She could already tell that kissing him was going to be an enjoyable pastime.
On the way back to the office they agreed to meet after work and talk some more. Needless to say, Kari had a very hard time keeping her mind on her work during the afternoon, but it flew by nonetheless.
Finally, the day was over and Kari finally let herself concentrate on Jon, and felt herself become aroused at the thought now of being able to spend time with him.
She found it oddly liberating being able to o
She’d already decided she wanted him to have her sexually- in any way he wanted. Soul loving was her specialty.
For whatever reason they’d not really talked directly too much during the day, agreeing without saying to keep their feelings away from their coworkers. Just to be safe they’d launched a tremendously juicy skype conversation which had been illuminating for bo
They’d decided to meet for dinner and jokingly begun talking about whose apartment they were going to go to afterwards. It had all been still a bit flirty but now they both meant it as well. Each was thinking about the other, naked, and sweaty.
So here they were at the door to her apartment, which they’d picked just since it was closer to the restaurant they’d dined at.
They’d gone in and suddenly the nerves of both of them went berserk as both knew that in a few moments their relationship would change forever and would never be able to be returned to the state it was in when the day started.
Kari went to light a few candles but could barely hold her hands steady with the matches to do so. After watching her from the couch struggle through a few of them, Jon kindly took her hand and steadied it- with a knowing smile- helping her to light the rest.
He then guided her back to the couch, turning off the lights as he did, leaving them just in the glow of the candles.
They chatted for a moment but then he stopped, simply staring at her.
“Beautiful,” he said, then kissed her.
It felt as if it was the first kiss she’d ever had from any man. She felt her nipples rise and her pussy, which had been damp with anticipation most of the night, swell into a deluge. She felt herself giving in to him, wishing only to make up for lost time.
She opened his shirt, running her black fingers against his olive skin, seeing the tiny scratches her nails were leaving.
She stood, “Make love to me,” she whispered, taking off her dress and letting it fall. Moments later her shoes and bra were beside it, leaving her naked for him to admire.
She pushed him back on the couch now, and after a few more kisses, worked her hands into his waistband and gave his cock a firm tug, before taking her hand back out and slowly undoing his pants. Jon was kind enough to help her get him out of them by rocking back and forth a bit so that she could work them down and off of him.
With both of them now naked, Kari looked a moment at this man she loved- having loved him from afar- or at least secretly- and now finally able to be with him as
she’d always dreamed of subconsciously.
His cock was hard and ramrod straight, and what it may have lacked in length it made up for in girth. She put in into her mouth, feeling him tense as she did so.
“I won’t hurt him,” she whispered, “I promise.” With that she sucked on his shaft until it was slick with her saliva. She heard him moan a few times, but decided to stop, as she didn’t want his first orgasm with her to be in her mouth.
She wanted it in her pussy.
Holding his cock in her fingers, she sat on him, guiding it into her wet spot, holding onto the back of the couch with on hand for support while the other teased his nipples.
He felt good inside of her, and she could tell that he was enthralled watching her tits bounce a>
“You like my tits, Jon?” she said between gyrations.
“Yes,” he replied, “They are sexy the way they shimmer like black pearls in the light.”
“Fondle them,” she said, “Suck on them. They are here just for you.” As she said this she leaned down more, to the point where her nipples almost grazed his cheeks and she rode him.
Jon reached up, tentatively at first, but then with more resolve, grasped one and guided the erect black nipple into his mouth, biting it teasingly.
Kari gasped with pleasure, “Yes, you like chocolate milk? You’d like to suck them?”
She felt his lips pucker around her areola and the gentle but firm touch of his tongue on her as he suckled at her breast. “You can suck them as long as I get to ride your hot Asian cock. Damn it feels good.”
“Not as good as your wet black pussy,” he replied, letting go of her breast, though he still eyed it for a moment.
She leaned down further, kissing him now. Feeling their mouths open as their bodies pressed even more completely against one another. She felt his hands on her back and she felt complete.
With that feeling she could tell that her orgasm was coming but tried to hold it off for just a little bit longer. There was hard fucking and lovemaking, and this was definitely the latter and she didn’t want it to end.
She could tell now that he was thrusting more vigorously as well, which pushed her further towards the precipice. It felt so good and as she lost control silently she shuddered, almost as if she’d gotten a ferocious chill before collapsing on his chest.
“My God, Jon,” she sighed, “I do love you.”
“Kari,” he whispered. Only then did she feel his cock respond and felt the strength of his passion fill her pussy with his seed.
She ground against him again, but gentler now as his climaxed continued. She wanted every drop of his pleasure inside of her, and wanted to please him as he had her.
As his orgasm subsided, she laid her head on his chest, and together they listened to the breathing and heartbeat of the other. Together they gazed into the light of the candles until they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
