The Far East held a special fascination for me. I skipped China, but traveled often to Japan, Korea, and Taiwan. It was in Seoul when the experience of my lifetime happened unexpectedly.
It was a boring evening in a lousy hotel. On the night table sat a brochure selling room service massages. Being tired from working all day, I decided to treat myself. Telephoning the front desk, I placed an order for the last therapist pictured in the brochure--the most beautiful young woman of all--or perhaps it was the mystical look in her eyes that made me think so.
Thirty minutes later I heard a knock on the door. Being ready for a massage, I had disrobed and stood with only a towel around my waist. When I opened the door, I saw a tall man and a young girl pictured in the brochure. The man in broken English introduced me to the girl. He asked to be paid seventy-five dollar and left.
The girl stood in the middle of the room. I could see she was young, but the brochure had stated that all of the therapist was eighteen or older. Still her looks and actions gave me the impression that she was young for her age and had been sheltered most of her life.
She stood there, dressed in a below the knee skirt and blouse, I noticed she was not moving or looking around. Then it hit me. She's blind. Standing in front of her and waving my hand, confirmed my suspicions. The realization was shocking to me. But then I thought, if she's comfortable with her blindness, then why I can't be?
As I looked into her face, I touched her cheeks with both hands and rubbed her face lightly. I could tell that she liked it by the way she closed her eyes and smiled. Giving her a gentle kiss, I found she liked that too. Kissing her a second time, I kissed her with wet open lips. She gave a little sound of appreciation and kissed me back the same way.
By now, I had dropped my towel and stood there with a hard-on. Taking a step behind her, I let it rest against her ass as I unbuttoned her blouse and took it off along with her bra. Dropping them on the floor, I felt her firm breasts and found her nipples hard as my cock.
Hot, horizontal and throbbing--I ached to enter her, but I wanted the feeling to last and made myself slow down. Pausing, I kissed her neck as I unbuttoned her skirt. "You like being touched," I murmured, "I can tell . . . "
As if to answer me, she stretched her neck back and let out sighs that intensified as her skirt fell to the floor. I moved my hands under the top of her panties to rub her belly and helped her step free of them. Now naked and standing in front of me, I teased the back of her and felt her reciprocating--wriggling her ass against me--eager for me to enter her.
Continuing to fondle her breasts, I circled her nipples with my thumbs and kept kissing the back of her neck as I massaged her scalp and touched her shoulders. I could tell she loved it as much as I did and wanted me to continue. If she hadn't, although it would have been difficult, I would have called the service and wished her well.
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I was continually aware she was blind, but it did not matter to me--I wondered if in some odd way, it intensified the experience for her--for me too.
I'd never seen such passion from a woman. I was surer of it when she turned around, and faced me. Placing her hands on my face, she gently massaged my temples, ear lobes, and shoulders, as she pressed her lower body into my groin.
As I was much taller than she, my cock lined up with her stomach. It was then I felt her put her hand on me and start rubbing and rubbing until she got on her knees and touched my erection with her cheeks--it was as if she were searching for it--like a new born would seek its mother's breast to suckle, only she wanted to suck my cock instead. I felt her slowly moving her mouth toward it, and then gently kiss the tip. She must have kissed it three or four times, while her hands were on my ass, massaging it skillfully.
I wanted her to swallow me deep into her mouth, but by this time, I trusted her to make the right moves. As she continued teasing and sucking, I found myself in heaven and looked down at her naked body. I tried to take a mental picture of myself with her so I could burn the night into my brain to last a lifetime. Never, had I been with such a tender, young, and sensual woman before, and for all I knew, I might never again. As I continued to watch the expression on her face, she slid off--got on top of me--spread her legs over my head. Surrounding the tip with her lips, she used the saliva on her tongue to surround it and pressed hard with her lips in a back and forth motion.
Placing her hands on my thighs, she opened her mouth wide and took me into her mouth. She sucked hard for three strokes and stood up. Taking my hand, she pulled on it a few times. It was a signal, I thought, to lead her to my bed. I followed her hint and led her to it. As she found the bed with her knee, she searched for the bedspread, found it and pulled it off the bed. I marveled how she was neater than a sighted woman would have been.
Kneeling on the bed, and still holding on to my hand, she lay down on her back and pulled me on top of her kissing me with quick thrusts of her tongue. My almost 180 lbs on top of a maybe 90 lbs woman made me cautious. But while I was worrying about my weight, she wrapped her legs around my waist as if to say it was okay, and continued tongue fucking me. I began to wonder if I might cum from just touching her body. Rather than do that, I diverted my attention by raising my head to look at her smiling face. It did my heart good to see her looking so very happy.
As I continued to watch the expression on her face, she slid off--got on top of me--spread her legs over my head and her mouth around my cock. I was beyond myself. I was mesmerized by the bit of pubic hair on her mound. It seemed to have been trimmed to please me. As we lie together in a sixty-nine, I looked at her tiny clit and her lips so pink and wet and dove in-- swallowed her juices and bit her--reveled in her mouth sucking me off. Opening my eyes, I stared into her little bum so pink and inviting. I wondered if I could fuck it. I kissed it instead and heard her uttered a sound of delight as she raised and lowered it and kept straightening her body. Sitting centered on my face, she rub herself from left to right and right to left. Then front to back and back to front.
This became too much for me. She seemed to realize it. Getting off me, she kneeled next to me doggy style and I followed her lead. I wanted to fuck her ass, but didn't. I had an enormous cock and she had a tiny hole. I did not want to hurt her. Instead, I pushed into her hot, wet, soft, fleshy hot spot, penetrating steadily, but slowly and set my rhythm to the quiet noises of her delight.
I got in and got out many times, each time holding my climax. I wanted this to never end. But I knew it would. And when it did, I wanted to cum with her on the bottom, missionary style. I wanted to fuck her with her legs apart, lying below me, looking into my face, realizing that she could not see me, but was able to see me through her spirit. We fucked and fucked--she was delightful and happy--I was delightful and happy. Could I take her home with me? I wondered.
Future possibilities faded after we peaked and climaxed and reality returned; still, I knew, I'd never forget her, or that I would ever want to. Unable to speak the words I was feeling, I fell besides her and propped myself up on my elbow to memorize her delightful face as I intermittently kissed her sweet face.
Looking, feeling, facial expressions, those were our only methods of communication. But they were enough and perhaps better than if I spoke Korean and she spoke English. It was as if we spoke to each other silently and gently in a universal language of heartfelt understanding.
I held her as long as I could, alternating between brief kisses and hugs. But realizing she had to leave me, I soon helped her out of my bed, and led her as one would lead a blind person. She understood and followed me to where her clothes were on the floor. I brought a chair for her to sit. and picked up her panties. Getting on my knees, I slipped them on her feet, one foot at a time keeping my eye on the juncture between her thighs.
Oh, how I wanted to feel her warmth again, but instead, I gave her skirt to her and she stepped into it. She stood up and pulled it to her waist. I handed her bra to her, and all the while enjoyed her beautiful breasts. As I watched, I could've sworn her nipples were growing hard again. Not being able to resist, I bent over and kissed one and sucked on it a little. She smiled and kissed my lips and then closed the bra herself.
As if a final symbolic gesture, I handed her the last piece of clothing. She put it on and I watched as she arranged her hair with her fingers. When I tucked a loose lock in to where her beautiful soft hair was gathered in a loose chignon, she kissed me for the last time. Dressed, she indicated with sign language she wanted to use the phone. A few minutes later her guide arrived to take her from me. Forever. When he knocked on the door and I let him in. I didn't even bother to wrap a towel around me.
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The End.
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