James has had fantasies of Asian women ever since he was 9 yrs old. It all started when he first saw Kitty. Kitty was a waitress at a local Chinese restaurant that Uncle Mark always frequented. He remembered Uncle Mark always took him there for lunch and would compliment on how pretty she was and how he wished he could some day return the favor and serve her the American style egg roll that she so much deserved. Kitty was petite,5ft tall at most, weighing no more then lbs, roughly 35 yrs old, wavy jet black hair, brown eyes, and very nice sized tits for an Oriental woman. James did not find her that pretty or attractive at first and could not understand what his Uncle Mark found so attractive about her. Especially since Uncle Mark was 6ft 4 inches tall and built like a former pro football linebacker, there were tons of other better looking women that he could have dated or looked at.
It Felt Like Time to Arrange an Asian Date
I had to have her. I HAD to have her. As the days went on, as my knowledge of her grew, I had to have her. Lin was, quite simply, beautiful. Fully Chinese, she spoke with an accent and seemed lost at many American ways. My erection was nearly instantaneous when she walked in every morning. Those tight form-fitting skirts. The silk blouses. The warm, friendly, gorgeous smile. And she was tall.
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It was the summer of and I had just turned 21 years old. I lived in a house near my college campus with two other friends. I had a steady job as a server at a fancy restaurant most nights, which brought in great cash, so my days were wide open for lounging around in the sun while my roommates were hard at work. My friends and I had gotten pretty drunk the night before and I may have still been feeling the effects the next day.
In most cases, the only way to get to these places was on foot and after a couple of weeks negotiating some really tough terrain he was getting a little worn. At that point, he decided he should rest for a couple of days. Stopping in a cute little community called Soo Khamai. It was made up mostly of bamboo houses and he asked around to see if there was some place to stay. In the end, someone who had a smidgen of English directed him to an establishment run by two young sisters. Flicking through the pages it seemed the last guest had passed through about two years ago and so he received a very warm welcome from the two pretty proprietors.