Rendezvous - A Sensuous Story - Part 1

[vicks]

This story is fictional and any resemblance to any character is purely coincidental. This story is taken from few stories found on the internet and has been polished to suit our tastes.

Bros, who like the story please leave your comments or up my points.

[vicks]

“Tomorrow morning I will be waiting for you at the onsen” teased the head chef, as Allan stood up to leave the sushi counter. That the proprietor of the restaurant who is the head chef took it upon himself to conduct the evening’s proceedings was due less to the power of money than to consideration for Allan. Usually one of the assistant chef’s took that role. Following them to the hallway was Allan and Ling. Ling’s fingers were still entwined with Allan’s. They looked like a lovely couple envy of the other customers who sat at the sushi counter. Ling's elegance made her stand out and her Japanese print dress got the attention it deserved. At the elevator the head chef and chief waitress made a deep bow to them.

“Oshigerinanshi, a very comfortable evening to you”, the waitress smiled as the elevator door slid shut.“Oshigerinanshi” was a graceful, elegant expression unique to olden days Japan during the shogun times. It was a way of wishing them a quiet time as lovers. “Shikeru” referred to the natural warmth and moisture that would dampen both clothing and bedding as the night wore on. In today context this word is not used and the phrase “chigiriyanse” is used.

Allan and Ling where on a holiday trip and had book in to a posh boutique love hotel. The hotel staffs have made the necessary arrangements including the candle lit lightening and Japanese incense fragrance with a mild flavor that added to the mood. The room looked smaller and rather dark bringing the lust in them. The larger portion of the space was taken up by a large set of futon. There were three futon, two for underneath and one for cover. The futon was about the height of a low bed and provided good back support so that the lovers don’t injure themselves during their rendezvous.

Ling sat facing Allan before the bedding . During the entire time that Allan prepared the traditional cups of sake for them to exchange, Ling gazed at Allan, her eyes unmoving. To Allan she was dazzling. When they exchanged the cups of sake both of them wished each other to be together in this life and the next.

An earnest expression crossed on both the lover’s face as if they have been wrapped in time. The hotel staff had left a large lacquered box and instructions in English. Ling read it, smiled and then opened the box, the fragrance of chrysanthemums (not the tea kind of smell, but a natural aroma) suddenly filled the entire room. The box was filled with a large number of cotton floss covers. According to ancient custom which held that the dew of chrysanthemum blossoms was an elixir that promoted longevity & virility. Cotton covers were used to collect the dew that accumulated on the flowers every day from the first day of the seventh month of the year and then on the ninth day of the ninth month, the cotton was used to wipe the sacred body of the emperor. On the day of the chrysanthemum festival, the nobles would drink chrysanthemum sake and wipe their skin with the dew-infused cotton.

Ling took Allan’s hand and had him stand up. Then she knelt and unbuckled his trousers. She removed each layer of his clothing and let it fall on the floor one by one. Finally he stood before Ling in just his emporio Armani orange color brief.

Ling asked him to be patient and then took the cotton and carefully used them to wipe his naked body. When the cotton touched his skin, it felt cool and somewhat ticklish. Gradually the ticklish sensation gave way to a pleasurable feeling, and by the time Ling had finished wiping his entire body, inside his brief Allan’s organ had swollen large. When at last she removed his brief, his hardened penis soared up and swayed back and forth before her. Ling pressed her cheek against it, then took cotton swabs and wiped it gently. She affectionately wiped his scrotum as well, and when she wiped from his anus toward his scrotum, he felt a strong feeling of pleasure run from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. Had Ling not at that precise moment tightly grasped the base of his scrotum, he might have very well ejaculated. As if to soothe it, she stroked his scrotum and then, she caressed his member, she spoke.

“Darling, you have a masculine mole on your member”

Sure enough, midway along the shaft of his penis was a mole about the size of a small bean. From ancient times it was believed that such a mole was symbolic of a man of great virility. Allan’s member wilted as she spoke as Allan was more emotional than physical, words could make him passionate or other way.

“Dear that is certainly not polite” Ling smiled and teased Allan for his member has gone flaccid and the mole was no longer visible.

Ling took Allan’s hand and led him to the futon. Laying him down on his back, she turned her back to him and untied her dress. For a small moment, Ling sat without moving at all, still wearing only her sexy silky orange undergarment, Allan saw the orange garment and reading a clear coyness in the tips of her shoulders, Allan’s heart pounded. But he refrained from reaching out to her and waited patiently without moving, his standard of manners being high.

Ling removed all of her accessories and laid them on the dressing table nearby. Then she shook her abundant curled and perm hair to her waist, this aroused Allan but he remained patient not knowing how long he can be patient. Covering her breasts but wearing her underwear she walked around the room turning off most of the candles except for one and the incense and she as elegant as a princess of high stature lay next to Allan on the futon.

To be continued....

[vicks]

Hopefully can get wifey to take a pic so that bros can appreciate her but she is too shy, let us see if I can convince her before the part - 2 which I plan to post next week.

[GrabNgo]

New story :)
support!!

[fawx]

sounds interesting. do continue!

[oldslywolf]

Camping for picture . :)

[MattJB]

Suggestion: pls make a shorter paragraph.
Btw, I only read a few sentences. :D

[Oppenhaimer]

camping too!!

[2538766]

Masculine mole :D

[boisong2]

Keep it coming .

[vicks]

As Ling lay near him, Allan’s breathing grew slightly irregular and yet he was scared to break the momentum so he had no idea what to do.

Ling stayed absolutely still, making no movement at all. Allan felt the entire room fill gradually with a feeling of energy.

“Ling…” Allan began to speak in a voice that had turned husky. By now, the room was filled with an almost unbearable sensuousness. Ling smiled self-consciously, and when she did, the hand that covered the breasts moved down quickly like an expert and undid the string that joined the beautiful pink panty with golden butterfly wings stretched.

Her porcelain-white skin and pinkish lips of her nether mound became visible. Light pink nipples stood out on her well-rounded breasts.

Her white skin seemed to shine. Allan felt her skin seemed brighter now that she was lying on the futon than when she had sat previously. This impression was created by the one candle light in the room, its height and color made Ling stand out, and Allan was impressed on the elegance of the Japanese way of looking at another in a different light setting. Allan was keenly aware of the brilliant beauty of the tone of her skin.

Ling lay on Allan’s left. It was said by a connoisseur that one could tell if a women liked or disliked her husband by the side which she lay down. In this case, her lying on the left was evidence that she was fond of him, because it allowed the free use of his right hand. And also she was close to his heart which was on the left.

Ling gently took Allan’s right hand in her own left and lightly guided his hand to her breast, in such a way that his hand delicately, very delicately, passed as light as a feather over her breast and then her nipple. Suddenly beneath his touch, he felt her pink nipple quiver. In response to that sensation, his finger also quivered. The nipple swelled slightly and became visibly pointed.

“Ah” a faint sound spilled from Ling’s lips and her eyes closed halfway. Her left eye closed to a thin line whenever she was passionate and now it was only a thin line.

With the same gentleness, her hand slowly guided his fingertips downward. With this same motion, her panty completely was thrown out and now both of them where completely naked as new born.

The smooth, ivory-like touch of her skin changed slightly, and the softness began to moisten. Allan’s fingertips gingerly reached her navel and then continued further downward.

By then, the front of her private parts was completely in view. On the plump prominence between her legs was not a single hair. It was as smooth as that of a Japanese tofu and running down the middle of her pudenda was a single pinkish line.

All of this was beautiful, like a succulent white peach. In fact, it appeared so succulent that it seemed that if he were to bite into it, crystal clear nectar would fill his mouth and dribble down his chin. It was his first time to look such radiance and beauty from Ling’s body. He felt proud that she was hers as it was a sight of great blessing to see such a beautiful living thing.

Ling’s hand did not cease its encouragement. She now guided his fingers further down the warmth, smooth slope to the protuberance within the cleft. His fingertips sensed greater moisture there than on her skin. When he tenderly touched the protuberance, her body shook strongly.

The slightest of furrows appeared between her eyebrows and her nipples grew even harder than before, soaring above her breasts. When his fingers reached the bottom of the protuberance, they were faintly pushed back upward. From within this cleft, a small-deep pink core appeared, and when his fingers stroked acroos it, her whole body arched backwards

“Aah”.

This time her voice was clearer than before. Since Ling had arched back, Allan’s finger slipped straightaway from the protuberance all the way down to the moist part. The strength of her hand increased and his finger was slightly buried inside. It was hot. It felt as if his finger had slipped into a jar of heated honey.

Allan’s fingers were guided into making a circular motion, round and round, deep and deep inside. It was different inside, hot and plump. And then these minute folds came to an end and there was a smooth open place. At the very moment his finger entered that space, his finger was squeezed strongly from midpoint to base.

“Aaah”.

Just as this breath escaped her lips, he felt the wide place contract, and simultaneously detected a sudden fragrant smell; in fact, it was similar to nice fragrance of the incense coming from the room, but now with another delicate fragrance combined.

Ling’s right hand grasped Allan’s neck, and pulled it down toward her with unexpected strength. Their faces came together and his lips touched her moist lips. She first kissed his upper lip, then the lower one, and quickly her delicate tongue pushed its way into his mouth, entwining itself around his. Her mouth tasted sweet –even the saliva that seeped toward his tongue was sweet.

Then somehow Allan was on top of Ling, lying between her modestly spread legs. Her left hand gently clasped his penis, which was about to burst forth. She touched it slightly against her moistness and gently bit by bit raised her buttocks. Once he was clearly buried inside, she pulled her buttocks back strongly.

At the same time, she grasped the base of his penis. Although it was on the point of spilling forth, with this strong tension, it recovered. Her buttocks rose once again, and he was buried even further than a moment earlier. Then she pulled back hard. Next she rose up fast and even higher than before, and his penis went deep inside.

From there she began to slowly move her hips round and round. He reached the wall deep inside. She retreated sharply several times then grasped his waist with both of her hands. Ling’s fingers pulled down on his back as her own buttocks rose upward.

Her pelvis moved in rhythm with the movement of her hands. When her hands eventually released him, he maintained the same rhythmical strong-then-soft movements. Their lips remained pressed together, and her tongue pressed against his with the same rhythm as her buttocks. When her pelvis moved in a circular motion, her tongue did as well.

Suddenly from deep within her body came a great shudder.

“Aaaaah”!

She groaned as if taken suddenly by surprise, throwing her head back sharply. Allan had the sensation that the tip of his penis was being pecked by small birds. He realized it accompanied by a hot gushing forth, and Ling embraced him strongly around the neck, pulling her upper body toward him. His penis was rubbing against something stiff.

“Ah,aah!Ah!”

When Ling’s body quivered again, she held on fast to Allan. His penis felt pressure in two places. Ling’s vagina began to alternately contract and relax as if it were an entirely separate living thing.

Now Ling’s legs were twined around his back, and she was sitting on his knees. His hands grasped Ling’s buttocks and were helping the up-down rhythm. Both of her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and her firmly peaked breasts, rubbed against his chest.

Their rhythms were completely in sync. They had the yin and yang in sync. Like rippling waves, he penetrated her, and then suddenly pulled away strongly. Like a surging wave, he penetrated deep inside and then powerfully pulled back. Allan no longer knew if he was ling or if Ling was him. They felt as one, two hearts melted into one through the soul following through their private parts and lips.

The feeling of pressure that she felt when he penetrated became his own feeling. The pleasure he felt became hers, too. It was altogether as if each was feeling the pleasure of two people, one man and a woman. In the end, there came a great wave greater than any before. It penetrated deep inside, surged forth and collapsed into white, bubbling foam.

“I am so happy” whispered Ling into his ear, still breathing hard.

Allan silently embraced her, almost hard enough to crush her. The sweet fragrance he had detected earlier penetrated the whole room now. He was still inside her. She held him tightly and would not release him. Not only did he not wither – he gained a new burst of strength and began to swell once more.

“Goodness” – Ling showed surprise and was awed

Before she knew what was happening the same rhythms began and her body slowly started to rise up…

The End

[vicks]

Finally manage to get wifey to take a pic. If bro appreciate it then will try to get more pics from her :-)
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[orangeproud]

Any more new story?

[Wendy11a]

Nice pic .... anymore? :p

[GianniInfantimo]

Any more new story?

with picture too :)

[koebshaq0_0]

T.S., please continue when you have a chance. Thanks!

[Rooker]

Nice stories

[Harvest]

Camping here too! :)

[Leemadness]

TS please continue

[vicks]

Can bros guess my wifey vital statics?