I arrived at her apartment door and before I could knock, she opened it.
“Hi. Good to see you,” I said. And it was. She had her usual coy smile and was wearing a green cardigan sweater and blue jeans. She was sprightly, barely 5′ but was pretty, had a cute smile, and very Vietnamese features.
I walked in and took off my jacket.
“Want anything?” she asked.
I just looked at her knowingly.
“I meant something to drink,” she said as she blushed.
“I’m ok,” I said.
By the hall mirror, there was a bicycle.
“Is this new?” I asked.
“Yeah, figured I’d start biking again,” she said, as she came and stood next to me.
“The seat seems a little high for you,” I said. “Here, hop on.”
Thu straddled the bike and tried to push herself up on the seat.
I took her waist in my hands and pushed her up on it.
“Thanks,” she said, as she gripped the handlebars.
“You want your knee to be slightly bent when your foot is at the bottom bracket position,” I instructed.
She pushed the pedal down with her left foot but was on her tiptoe.
“Come off the seat,” I said, as I cupped her ass cheek with hand and lifted her up. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the back of Thu’s neck was flushed.
I released the quick release of the seat post and lowered it a half inch, then reached up to her shoulders and pulled her down to the seat.
“Much better,” I said, “but your shoulders are a little tense.”
“Yeah, I’ve got a lot of things on my mind… Thanks,” she replied, while getting off the bike.
She headed towards the kitchen, “I’m just going to get some water.”
Thu came back sipping a big glass of water. I took it from her and drank some, then put it down on the coffee table.
“Let’s try to relieve some of that stress,” I offered.
“It’s ok,” she replied, but I had already placed my hands on her shoulders, sat her down on the couch, and started massaging her from behind.
“That feels so good,” she said. “I was thinking about your massages earlier this week and wished bahis firmaları I could get one.”
“Just in general, how you are really good at giving massages.”
“I massaged you last time,” I offered.
“No, you didn’t. Well maybe with your tongue perhaps, but not my neck and shoulder,” she laughed. “I remember your first massage for me. You tried to get me topless and you did too, but I wouldn’t turn over.”
“Ha. I don’t remember it that way.” I replied.
I moved up to her neck with my right hand while I slid the left hand underneath her cardigan and rested it on the bare skin of her stomach.
Thu kept talking, “You probably give the best massages though… I was quite impressed… Sad I didn’t get it as often… Guess I lose my power once you’ve already seen me naked…”
“You could have asked for it,” I countered. “Just be bottomless when you ask.”
“To be bottomless?”
“That’s easy enough.”
Now I slipped both hands under her cardigan and up to her bra strap. I undid the clasp and let the ends fall. I massaged her scapulas and then moved my hands to her front, sneaking my hands between her breasts and the cups and letting them fall away.
Thu pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her sweater and pulled off her bra, throwing it on the floor in front of her. Then surprisingly put the sweater sleeves back on.
She turned to me and said, “I started seeing someone.”
“Oh,” I said, surprised. “Who?”
“No one you know. We both work in the same building,” she admitted. “He’s… black.”
I tried to recover. “How do we compare?” I laughed, trying to lighten a newly awkward situation.
“You two are about the same size,” she answered.
“Well, I’m happy for you,” I said. “Do you want me to finish the massage?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Thu said, “Sure.”
Then she sighed, “I am a sucker for massages. People can do anything to me and probably wouldn’t notice.”
I lay her down on the couch and moved her right leg over so she was straddling kaçak iddaa me. I put both hands on her waist and pulled her down so that my crotch was next to hers.
Thu didn’t protest so I kept my hands on her waist and brushed my fingers over her bare abdomen.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“Just you and how good you look,” I answered. “And how I want to remember you like this.”
My eyes looked over her, seeing the sparkle in her eyes, down to her slender neck, to her chest, where her nipples were pushing against the green cotton of her sweater. I reached and unbuttoned the bottom button of her cardigan, but Thu stopped me before I got undo more.
So I took a deep breath and pushed my hands under her sweater and felt her erect nipples. Thu arched her back and sighed as I squeezed each nipple. I took my right hand out, moved the sweater over, and exposed her left nipple.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Shut up and enjoy it,” I answered as I bent over and took her nipples between my lips, sucking on it, and grazing it with my teeth.
After a minute of toying with her nipple, I asked if she’s had sex with him.
“No one knows I’ve been intimate with him,” she said with her eyes closed. “Don’t stop.”
I exposed the other nipple and began licking it, feeling it grow harder in my mouth.
I pushed my hand down the middle of her jeans, feeling her mons over the fabric of her panties.
“What’s his name?” I asked.
“Why do you want to know?” she asked, bucking her pelvis against mine.
Just then her phone rang.
Thu sat up and reached for it, and is my horrible luck, it was him.
I only heard her side of the conversation:
“Hi, how are you?… Nothing… Just hanging out at home… When? How about in a half hour…”
I looked at her – her face was flushed as was the front of her chest, the front of her cardigan was open and one of her breasts had spilled out, half of it gleaming with my saliva. Thu saw me looking at her tit and self-consciously kaçak bahis put her breast back in while she was talking.
“Ok, I’ll see you later. Bye.” She hung up the phone.
“Sorry about that,” she said, as she got up.
“It’s ok. I should be the one who’s sorry.” I said.
“Well, I’ve got to go meet him…”
I got up from the couch, but couldn’t hide my massive erection, which Thu pretended not to see.
We walked to the door but once we reached the hallway, I suddenly turned her around so that she was facing the wall and pushed her hard against it.
“What are you doing?” she said, as she pushed against the wall.
My hands reached down into her pants, past the smooth skin and the bones of her pelvis. My right hand reached the top of her mons, and she exhaled deeply into my ear.
I started rubbing the top of her cleft then with my left hand, undid the top clasp and ripped open the zipper.
“I don’t want to cum…” she protested.
I didn’t care. I kept rubbing her clit with my index finger then used my other hand to reach under her ass cheek to penetrate her.
Thu reached for my hand to pull it out but I was firm and pushed my fingers further into her pussy.
“Omigod, omigod…” she gasped.
As she started to buck, she whispered, “Don’t make me cum, I don’t want to cheat on him…”
I ignored her and kept finger fucking her.
Thu reached behind her and put her left hand into my pants. My cock sprang out as she started jerking me off hard.
I kept rubbing her clit with one hand and penetrating her with the other. Soon I could feel her climax.
“Omigod, I’m coming… I’m coming!” she breathed as her body shuddered violently and she clenched her hand over my cock – it was too much and I came all over the back of her jeans and sweater.
We both sank to the floor, exhausted.
“I can’t… catch… my breath…” Thu said.
“No wonder. You came pretty hard,” I replied.
“I’ve got to get going. I still have to meet Jevon and I don’t want to be late,” Thu said, as she began to get up.
I noticed the wet stain on the back of her jeans and sweater but didn’t say anything.
We left her apartment together, kissed goodbye, and got into separate cars.
I’ve always wondered if he ever noticed…