I have been in meetings with Dr. Zhang for over a year now. I’ve never been into Asian men. They rarely have good facial hair and for me, no mustache no play. Something about Zhang just caught my eye. Zhang isn’t your “typical Asian” man. He’s 6 feet tall. He has a nice smile. He’s bold. If he had a mustache, he would have caught my eye immediately.
The first time I noticed him, we were sitting in our fifth meeting that day. Being in higher education administration means so many meetings and despite not being friends, you tend to get friendly with everyone. After so many meetings in one day, you get giddy and sometimes overly friendly. After one of those meetings, we were all giddy and just trying to survive and Zhang just cracked the funniest joke. In that moment of levity, I happened to meet his eye and there was a zing. After that moment, I just saw something different. I noticed his hands and fingers for first time. They weren’t small. In fact, they were huge and right then I wanted feel those hands on my body.
Needless to say, it was difficult to finish that meeting. Instead of focusing on student learning objectives, my mind kept wondering to fantasies of Zhang and I getting it on. The fantasy roll just kept getting longer and juicy with every meeting we sat in on.
However, he hadn’t noticed me at all. At least I couldn’t tell if he had noticed me. We are both married and sexual lesions between employees are frowned upon; too many lawsuits and sexual harassment cases so we are repeatedly warned against showing interest in those around us. So how do we get from fantasy to reality?
It was between the free drinks and the romantic music, Zhang and I found each other. I was talking to one of the other directors when Zhang came over to ask me to dance. The dance floor was pretty full but the music was just right. I quickly say yes and follow right behind him. The song was not overly romantic but a close hold was appropriate. Of course, dancing near each other but not in each other’s arms would have also worked. Zhang didn’t really give me a choice. As we reached the dance floor, he pulled me in close but in a professional manner. I couldn’t feel his dick or anything. His right arm was around my waist and he had my right hand in his; you know a dance position in a professional setting. I must have exhaled in a certain way or more than likely I flushed red because as he lead me to the music he was slowly pulling me in closer.
As the song ended, I know my face was red. I was so close to a fantasy come turn but still not sure exactly what Zhang was thinking. I invited him to join me for a drink. As we walked over to the bar, his hand is on the small of my back. I felt a shiver the closer we got to the bar because his hand seemed to get closer, hotter some how. We got our special holiday specialty drink that I think was mostly vodka with just a splash of cranberry for color and a decorative sprig of mint. This was the free drink, almost pure vodka. You see the hookup was inevitable.
As we drank, we made small talk. As we made small talk, we got physically closer. As we finished our drinks, we moved back to the dance floor. This time the song was definitely romantic and called for a close slow dance. Gone was the pretense of professionalism, his dick was hard and he held me so tightly around my waist that I can tell you that his dick was hard. My arms are around his neck and my head is relaxed on his chest just under his chin. I could feel his heavy hot breath on my neck. Instead of talking, we are just slowly moving across the dance floor and avoiding looking into each other’s eyes. We both know once we make eye contact, we are not going to stop until we cum. At this point we are waiting for something or someone to come and separate us. The next song did not change the mood. We just kept right on slowly moving together. The mood in the room was also moving to a romantic time for mistakes type of feel. Very little conversation was being had and people were beginning to disappear without saying good bye.
Maybe I should mention that we are in a hotel. Our holiday faculty party, fueled by a light chicken dinner, and free vodka was being held at a hotel. Dark corners and then add easy access to a bed and no spouses. Did I mention that many of us travel in more than hour to work and therefore had gone ahead and booked rooms to be safe for the night.
I have my room key in my phone case. I had left my purse in my room and only had my phone case with me. So of course, my phone was in my hand. I did not need to go back to the tables to leave the room. As we swayed, our breathing synced and our hold got tighter and I needed to know where we stood, so to speak. I raised my head off his chest to meet his eyes. He smiled at me and did the quick eye raise. I winked back and motioned him to follow me. He nodded in agreement.
We let go of each other and I walked out off the ballroom and towards the stairs. As I got closer to the stairs, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Shit, I’m caught. I was caught by Zhang. His hand traveled from my shoulder to hand and he pulled me into the elevator. As the elevator doors closed he pulled me into him and finally kissed me. His mouth was hot and longing. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and I could taste a hint of cranberry. I pulled back from the kiss and hit the 6. As the elevator began to move, he quickly pulled me back into a kiss. The second kiss has the added pleasure of a hand on my ass. I just melted into the kiss. When the elevator hit floor 6, we were caught off guard and moved quickly to my room.
As I opened the door, we began to move very quickly. A semester of build up, we were ready to explode. We were back to kissing but also exploring. His kisses moved down my neck as his hand fumbled to unzip my dress. My hands left the back of his neck to the front of his pants. Before I began to mess with the belt, I felt his hard dick with my hands. I unzipped the pants and pulled out his dick. He was bigger than expected.
I felt my dress loosen around me and I stepped out of his arms to allow it to hit the ground. When I stepped back I took a moment to look at his swollen pulsing member. It was the first time I had seen an uncut penis. My face must have given me away because he began to stroke it to show me the full length. Then I dropped to my knees and began to work.
His dick was swollen and hard and had the faint smell of sweat. As an experienced woman, I was able to deep throat his whole length. His pubic hair tickled my nose and his hands grasped my head. As I moved my mouth back and forth, he moans grew louder and his dick grew harder. I could taste his salty pre-cum in my mouth. I was enjoying the blow job so much I didn’t even notice that he had unhooked my bra. My nipples were rock hard from rubbing against the loose bra. He reached down and gentlely pinched my right nipple and that was when I stopped sucking his cock long enough to drop my bra.
Zhang was still fully dressed with only his long swollen cock out. Rather than finishing the blow job, I stood up and kissed him. I began to unbutton his dress shirt while he undid his tie. Our tongues searched each other mouths like we were mining for gold. As his shirt opened up, my hands moved to his belt and then his pants. While the pants were hitting the floor, he pushed up me on to the bed.
Zhang expertly pushed down my thong as he moved us up the bed. By the time I felt the headboard, we were both naked. Before spreading my legs wide open, Zhang took a minute to put on a condom. That told me one, this was not his first tryst and two, he had planned to fuck someone that night. He put it on so fast, the it was only the crinkle of the wrapper that let me know he had put one on. Then he pushed his large hard cock deep into my wet dripping pussy.
I was so surprised by the quick movements that I took in a quick breath and Zhang asked if he was hurting me. Instead of answering him, I kissed him and spread my legs to allow him to enter me even deeper. Zhang stoked slowly then as I got wetter, he moved faster in and out of my pussy. As his speed increased, my nails began to dig into his back. Zhang was not ready to let me cum. He stopped stroking and rolled us so that I was riding him.
Now that I was in control, my focus changed from receiving pleasure to giving. My hips rocked and rolled. As my hips moved into a figure 8 motion, Zhang’s nail dug into my hips. I could feel him getting closer to cumming and he stopped me again. He quickly rolled us again, pulled out, pulled me to the edge of the bed, rolled me over, pulled my hips so that he could enter me from behind. My pussy was even tighter than usual. I was so ready to cum. I was so swollen. I was dripping. Once Zhang began thrusting, I knew I didn’t have long. My breath quicken. Zhang reached around the tweaked my nipples. I reached back to play with my clit. I bucked up and reached for his head moving his mouth to my neck. He stroked my breasts and as his mouth moved up to my ear lobe, I came.
As I came, I fell back down to my hands and pushed back into Zhang. With my strokes, I felt Zhang’s breathing quicken. I thrust my self back as far as possible taking in every inch of Zhang and he thrust forward to meet me and came hard. His grip on my breast released and I felt his body fall on to the bed.
Before we even had a chance to enjoy an afterglow, both of our phones rang. The spouses.
He leap for his phone and I dashed to mine. Even though, it was our first time together, we were both expert cheater. While he spoke to his wife, he quickly dressed. I got under the blanket and connected with my husband. Once he was dressed, Zhang left the room. I then proceeded to tell my husband the whole experience and finger myself in the process. As I was cumming in the story, I came again while relaying the story to my husband who was also cumming on the other side of the phone line.
The first time I noticed him, we were sitting in our fifth meeting that day. Being in higher education administration means so many meetings and despite not being friends, you tend to get friendly with everyone. After so many meetings in one day, you get giddy and sometimes overly friendly. After one of those meetings, we were all giddy and just trying to survive and Zhang just cracked the funniest joke. In that moment of levity, I happened to meet his eye and there was a zing. After that moment, I just saw something different. I noticed his hands and fingers for first time. They weren’t small. In fact, they were huge and right then I wanted feel those hands on my body.
Needless to say, it was difficult to finish that meeting. Instead of focusing on student learning objectives, my mind kept wondering to fantasies of Zhang and I getting it on. The fantasy roll just kept getting longer and juicy with every meeting we sat in on.
However, he hadn’t noticed me at all. At least I couldn’t tell if he had noticed me. We are both married and sexual lesions between employees are frowned upon; too many lawsuits and sexual harassment cases so we are repeatedly warned against showing interest in those around us. So how do we get from fantasy to reality?
Well, it was the night of the faculty Christmas, I mean Holiday, party. Your know all good naughty hooks up happen at parties. At this particular party, no spouses were allowed but heavy drinking was encouraged. Like the setup for a hookup was perfect, no? Dark corners perfect for dark deeds. Alcohol in abundance to fuel a lack of inhibitions. Strangely romantic music intermixed between the holiday standards. Basically the scene is directly from Love Actually, you know the scene that will come back to break your heart, you know it.
It was between the free drinks and the romantic music, Zhang and I found each other. I was talking to one of the other directors when Zhang came over to ask me to dance. The dance floor was pretty full but the music was just right. I quickly say yes and follow right behind him. The song was not overly romantic but a close hold was appropriate. Of course, dancing near each other but not in each other’s arms would have also worked. Zhang didn’t really give me a choice. As we reached the dance floor, he pulled me in close but in a professional manner. I couldn’t feel his dick or anything. His right arm was around my waist and he had my right hand in his; you know a dance position in a professional setting. I must have exhaled in a certain way or more than likely I flushed red because as he lead me to the music he was slowly pulling me in closer.
As the song ended, I know my face was red. I was so close to a fantasy come turn but still not sure exactly what Zhang was thinking. I invited him to join me for a drink. As we walked over to the bar, his hand is on the small of my back. I felt a shiver the closer we got to the bar because his hand seemed to get closer, hotter some how. We got our special holiday specialty drink that I think was mostly vodka with just a splash of cranberry for color and a decorative sprig of mint. This was the free drink, almost pure vodka. You see the hookup was inevitable.
As we drank, we made small talk. As we made small talk, we got physically closer. As we finished our drinks, we moved back to the dance floor. This time the song was definitely romantic and called for a close slow dance. Gone was the pretense of professionalism, his dick was hard and he held me so tightly around my waist that I can tell you that his dick was hard. My arms are around his neck and my head is relaxed on his chest just under his chin. I could feel his heavy hot breath on my neck. Instead of talking, we are just slowly moving across the dance floor and avoiding looking into each other’s eyes. We both know once we make eye contact, we are not going to stop until we cum. At this point we are waiting for something or someone to come and separate us. The next song did not change the mood. We just kept right on slowly moving together. The mood in the room was also moving to a romantic time for mistakes type of feel. Very little conversation was being had and people were beginning to disappear without saying good bye.
Maybe I should mention that we are in a hotel. Our holiday faculty party, fueled by a light chicken dinner, and free vodka was being held at a hotel. Dark corners and then add easy access to a bed and no spouses. Did I mention that many of us travel in more than hour to work and therefore had gone ahead and booked rooms to be safe for the night.
I have my room key in my phone case. I had left my purse in my room and only had my phone case with me. So of course, my phone was in my hand. I did not need to go back to the tables to leave the room. As we swayed, our breathing synced and our hold got tighter and I needed to know where we stood, so to speak. I raised my head off his chest to meet his eyes. He smiled at me and did the quick eye raise. I winked back and motioned him to follow me. He nodded in agreement.
We let go of each other and I walked out off the ballroom and towards the stairs. As I got closer to the stairs, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Shit, I’m caught. I was caught by Zhang. His hand traveled from my shoulder to hand and he pulled me into the elevator. As the elevator doors closed he pulled me into him and finally kissed me. His mouth was hot and longing. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and I could taste a hint of cranberry. I pulled back from the kiss and hit the 6. As the elevator began to move, he quickly pulled me back into a kiss. The second kiss has the added pleasure of a hand on my ass. I just melted into the kiss. When the elevator hit floor 6, we were caught off guard and moved quickly to my room.
As I opened the door, we began to move very quickly. A semester of build up, we were ready to explode. We were back to kissing but also exploring. His kisses moved down my neck as his hand fumbled to unzip my dress. My hands left the back of his neck to the front of his pants. Before I began to mess with the belt, I felt his hard dick with my hands. I unzipped the pants and pulled out his dick. He was bigger than expected.
I felt my dress loosen around me and I stepped out of his arms to allow it to hit the ground. When I stepped back I took a moment to look at his swollen pulsing member. It was the first time I had seen an uncut penis. My face must have given me away because he began to stroke it to show me the full length. Then I dropped to my knees and began to work.
His dick was swollen and hard and had the faint smell of sweat. As an experienced woman, I was able to deep throat his whole length. His pubic hair tickled my nose and his hands grasped my head. As I moved my mouth back and forth, he moans grew louder and his dick grew harder. I could taste his salty pre-cum in my mouth. I was enjoying the blow job so much I didn’t even notice that he had unhooked my bra. My nipples were rock hard from rubbing against the loose bra. He reached down and gentlely pinched my right nipple and that was when I stopped sucking his cock long enough to drop my bra.
Zhang was still fully dressed with only his long swollen cock out. Rather than finishing the blow job, I stood up and kissed him. I began to unbutton his dress shirt while he undid his tie. Our tongues searched each other mouths like we were mining for gold. As his shirt opened up, my hands moved to his belt and then his pants. While the pants were hitting the floor, he pushed up me on to the bed.
Zhang expertly pushed down my thong as he moved us up the bed. By the time I felt the headboard, we were both naked. Before spreading my legs wide open, Zhang took a minute to put on a condom. That told me one, this was not his first tryst and two, he had planned to fuck someone that night. He put it on so fast, the it was only the crinkle of the wrapper that let me know he had put one on. Then he pushed his large hard cock deep into my wet dripping pussy.
I was so surprised by the quick movements that I took in a quick breath and Zhang asked if he was hurting me. Instead of answering him, I kissed him and spread my legs to allow him to enter me even deeper. Zhang stoked slowly then as I got wetter, he moved faster in and out of my pussy. As his speed increased, my nails began to dig into his back. Zhang was not ready to let me cum. He stopped stroking and rolled us so that I was riding him.
Now that I was in control, my focus changed from receiving pleasure to giving. My hips rocked and rolled. As my hips moved into a figure 8 motion, Zhang’s nail dug into my hips. I could feel him getting closer to cumming and he stopped me again. He quickly rolled us again, pulled out, pulled me to the edge of the bed, rolled me over, pulled my hips so that he could enter me from behind. My pussy was even tighter than usual. I was so ready to cum. I was so swollen. I was dripping. Once Zhang began thrusting, I knew I didn’t have long. My breath quicken. Zhang reached around the tweaked my nipples. I reached back to play with my clit. I bucked up and reached for his head moving his mouth to my neck. He stroked my breasts and as his mouth moved up to my ear lobe, I came.
As I came, I fell back down to my hands and pushed back into Zhang. With my strokes, I felt Zhang’s breathing quicken. I thrust my self back as far as possible taking in every inch of Zhang and he thrust forward to meet me and came hard. His grip on my breast released and I felt his body fall on to the bed.
Before we even had a chance to enjoy an afterglow, both of our phones rang. The spouses.
He leap for his phone and I dashed to mine. Even though, it was our first time together, we were both expert cheater. While he spoke to his wife, he quickly dressed. I got under the blanket and connected with my husband. Once he was dressed, Zhang left the room. I then proceeded to tell my husband the whole experience and finger myself in the process. As I was cumming in the story, I came again while relaying the story to my husband who was also cumming on the other side of the phone line.
