Taipei Tryst Pt. 01

"Xie xie. Wo ye xihuan (Thank you. I also like it here." He replied in clear Chinese. "Ni jiao shenme (What is your name?"

"Wo jiao An-ji (My name is An-ji). Because my English name is Angie" As is customary of new Chinese students, she rather took a shine to having a Chinese name, even if it was just a direct translation of her Western name.

"Ah." He nodded in understanding.

"Ni ne? (And you?)"

"Wo jiao Yu-hong." He enunciated to the Chinese beginner as clearly as possible with exaggerated lip movements, forming one that even looked like a kiss. She found it both cute and sexy, but didn't give him any clue. "Can you write your name in Chinese?"

"En." She nodded. She stood blankly for a moment, thinking that he wanted her to write it for him but she obviously had no pen or paper.

"Uh, you can write it on there." He pointed behind her to the low glass table before briskly moving over there himself to demonstrate and painted his own name down with his wet finger on the glass. With glass for paper, water for ink and a finger for a paintbrush it definitely wasn't beautiful or clear, but it was just legible - 雨鴻 Yu Hong (Rain Swan).

As her eyes followed his finger dancing lithely upon the tabletop, it caught her attention that he had the most beautiful hands she thought possible - they were of a considerable size with long fingers, delicate and almost feminine but not too thin, with the most exquisitely formed fingernails cut short and neat but with more depth than usual on a male and natural light pink half moons formed at their base. The bone structure was very defined but at the same time fleshed out enough to have a muscular masculinity about them.

"Yu - Rain. Hong - Swan." He pointed out to her and translated, knowing that she was probably still unfamiliar with those characters.

"Wow! Such a pretty name!" She exclaimed, thinking it so fitting for the beautiful man beside her. "I will write mine." In the same way, she used her wet finger to paint on the tabletop, the raindrops were still dripping down her wrist and hand and accelerated as she tilted it to draw. As she concentrated on writing, he leaned down close to her, his eyes half tracing her hand over the table but irresistibly pulled to her face and shoulder. Raindrops that were so clear and fresh still clung to her shimmering black skin that it impressed on him a natural purity about her. Now so close to her, he was momentarily overwhelmed by the radiating sensual heat and aroma from the pure rain vaporising off of her hot skin. He didn't want to perv, but just couldn't help noticing her thin damp clothes soaked through and sticking to her body like a colourful translucent skin, tantalisingly revealing the side of her large breast and pronounced nipple.

Her movements were stilted as she still had to think about and recall in between strokes how to complete the character, which resulted in a thick and out of proportioned puddle of her Chinese name. "Dui bu qi (Sorry)." She giggled out of embarrassment at how bad it looked, even next to his.

Though it was hardly legible, he could still piece it together since she had already told him the sounding of her name. It took him a few seconds before he nodded at her writing in acknowledgement - 安 an (peace) 吉 ji (lucky). "Peace, lucky. Yours is also pretty. Just like you." He turned his face towards hers, they were both surprised at the proximity which sneaked up on them as well as the intensity that each saw in the other's eyes.

Angie's heart was racing irregularly at what she had just heard, as well as his beautiful face being so close and his exquisite fengyan staring intently at hers. "Kiss me! Kiss me!" She willed so loudly in her mind that she thought he might hear it. She couldn't hold onto herself any longer and slightly opened her mouth to a petite 'o' shape to move in and kiss him.

Unfortunately, in his modest sense of Asian gentlemanliness he had turned away and stood up before he saw her advance, and also before he succumbed to his own romantic urges. He looked outside, the typhoon deluge was still teeming and showing no signs of abating, if anything it seemed to be getting louder and heavier. The front patio that was once their shelter was covered in a sleet of water and the rain was even reaching the glass front door and window to the foyer. "Hmmm." He hummed in awkward contemplation before looking over to Angie, who was secretly very disappointed and feeling even a little bitchy towards him.

He noticed the watery mess that they had already made on the slippery white stone floor and that her clothes now had no chance of drying and would soon become very uncomfortable, as were his own. "I don't think this is going to stop any time soon. You can dry off and borrow some of my clothes if you want. I'm gonna go up," He pointed up with his finger towards the lift, "and change. My clothes are too soaked." He let out a feint laugh as he stated the obvious.

She just stood there watching him walk over to the lift, unsure if he was inviting her to follow him up to his apartment or if he was expecting her to remain here in the foyer while he brought her back a change of clothes and maybe a towel. He pressed the up arrow button which lit up with a pleasant neon red. The lift doors opened immediately, accompanied with the ding noise of the alerting bell. He turned his head back towards her. "So do you wanna come up and dry and get changed or...?"

"Yes! Thank you." She hurried towards him, more than glad at his definite invitation, and slightly embarrassed at her own slowness. He smiled warmly back at her and stepped aside to make room for her to enter first, after which he followed and the lift doors slid shut behind him.

She saw that there were six floors, he pressed number five and they were soon in upward motion. The large clear mirror which took up the whole back wall of the lift from the waist-up made an already awkward moment even awkwarder. Individually they were already brimming with sexual tension at the presence of the other, yet critically unaware of the extreme mutual attraction. The reflection of themselves together, were of a steamy couple, their hair sodden and wet, their skin moist and supple, their clothes heavy and saturated, wrapped about their heaving bodies.

It was torture for them not to look, yet looking would be equally uncomfortable, for in the brightly-lit confines of the lift with the glaring mirror, it would be impossible to hide the direction of their eyes, nor the lust behind them. They were barely able to contain themselves, trapped inside each other's personal space, their eyes were constantly shifting everywhere, their bodies fidgeting. Each felt a giddy hot flush engulf their body which made them feel as if the lift was steaming up from the abundant moisture absorbed by their person.

After the longest, most palpitating twenty seconds of their life the lift shuddered to a stop, the ding of the alert bell sounded again and the doors opened, a relief to them like a deep breath of air after almost drowning. Yuhong quickly shuffled out, this time without waiting for Angie to egress first.

Without a word he fidgeted in his pocket and got out his key to open the plain wooden door in front and to the left. Angie stepped out slowly, taking in her surroundings for the second time. There were two doors in front of her, Yuhong was at the left one. To the right of her body was an open passageway to the staircase where a window framed the blur of rain and black clouds. Again, the darkness of the hallway caught her attention, this time there was no light on at all as it was usually only switched on at night.

Yuhong unlocked the door and pushed it open, daintily removing his soggy shoes and trying not to create any mess inside his little living space. He placed them inside a dark brown plywood cupboard just to the left of the door and took out two pairs of flimsy hotel slippers and put on one pair before walking further inside, allowing room for Angie to follow. Once inside she instinctively did the same before closing the door behind her.

She was very impressed with the place - neat and modern, a very nice place for a student. But at the same time she was taken aback by how small it was, definitely a one-person pad. It was a single square shaped room with the door she had just entered in one corner. Much of the space was taken up by the tall white wooden wardrobe ahead of her against the back wall in the right hand corner, next to which in the centre of the back wall was a tiny study desk and wooden chair, and next to that in the left hand corner a single bed.

It was a much brighter and welcoming place than the hallway outside, owing to the large window stretching all the way across the left side wall, which despite the wild storm outside reflected adequate light against the white painted walls and ceiling. Outside of the window was a grated covered area from where one could hang their clothes to dry or place things outside, but it would be of no use today.

To her left along the front wall was the small cupboard where they had placed their shoes, next to it a stove with a cupboard above it, next to that a front-loading washing machine and then finally a television facing the foot of the bed. The floor felt very hard, comprised of a smooth and shiny cream coloured stone or tile.

Directly in front of the door, where she stood, along the right side of the apartment was a corner of wall only about a metre in width, behind which was the compact rectangular bathroom. Between the bathroom door further up, in the middle of the right side, and the bed opposite it there were only about three or four square metres of open space.

"Wow. Nice place." She voiced her approval while her eyes still scanned around.

"Thanks." Feeling confident in his own domain, Yuhong carried on towards the wardrobe opposite them and slid open the door to reveal an abundance of jam-packed clothing on hangers. "I'm not sure what will fit you, but let's see." He ruffled about to find the most appropriate temporary garments for her. "Give these a try. Sorry, it's the best I can do." He smiled with a shrug as he tossed her the dry clothing, with which she received with an equally gracious smile. "You can get changed in there." He waved his hand over to the bathroom door and sprung over to the light switch just outside it to turn it on for her.

"Thanks." She smiled and shot him a friendly look as she entered before sliding the door closed.

He figured that he might as well quickly get changed too while she was in there. In a fluster he took off his top clothing with some difficulty as the damp fabric wouldn't give and stuck to his skin. With his upper body now bare to the air he realised how wet his body still was and that he had forgotten to give her a towel. But before he could even get one for himself he heard the bathroom door jolting open, sliding not so smoothly along the tracks. "Um. Sorry, but could you please give me..." She peeked her head out of the bathroom to politely ask for a towel but instead she was hit with a candid view of his half-naked body.

So far he was already the ideal to her and her imagination had filled in the gaps to make him perfect, but now there he was in the flesh, more perfect and sexy than she had even imagined. His unveiled body had a defined and naturally balanced muscular form. It was clear that he did 鍛煉 duanlian (strengthening of the body) through consistent training of some sort.

His pectorals were strong and bold while not overt or heavy as to draw attention away from other parts of his body, his shoulders were broad with smoothly raised trapezius muscles contrasting with the shallow valleys formed along the top of his collar bone and well proportioned neck, while his deltoids rippled. He also had brimming six-pack abdominals where the top corner of his ribs were discernible such that it blended into an eight-pack. Even though his body had a definite muscular weightiness about it, it still retained a semblance of that uniquely lithe and slim Asian physique.

The skin of his torso was of a classical Chinese pale yellow colour, as if he was a being born out of the黃河 Huang He (The Yellow River). Originally already of a silky smooth texture, his rain-drenched skin looked even slipperier and glistened like yellow morning sunlight, highlighting every bump and crevice of definition across his ripped Asian body.

A few tassels of his wet, jet black hair had been shaken over to the front of his body from behind, stickily draped over his firm and shapely chest and collar bone. The faji on the top of his head had absorbed much rain, with drops now steadily continuing to roll onto his face. A few shorter strands of hair in the front had come loose and had flopped down to curl above his forehead. All of this combined to give him a slightly wild and dishevelled look.

She could no longer hide her attraction from him. She couldn't finish her sentence, only stare. He was startled. Was it because she had caught him changing or because he could clearly see on her face and in her eyes the hypnotic effect his body was having on her? He briskly walked up to her head still peeping out of the bathroom door, his face maintaining the same startled look. "I...I...I..." She was panicking.

Breathlessly, he extended his right hand to her. She bowed her head down to shift her gaze to his open palm, bewildered she looked back up at his face. His expression softened to one of rawest vulnerability, he beckoned his hand and fingers to her once more in a gentle, sincere yet seductive motion as if rolled by an undersea current. She took his hand. She felt softness in the delicate grip meant for her, but could still sense the latent strength and power behind it that his hands and fingers possessed. With his left hand he motioned a slow, tai chi-like outward stroke against the edge of the sliding door to open it wider, revealing her whole trembling body and to make enough room to forcefully pull her out of the bathroom towards himself. This time she felt the true strength of his sinewy arm as she was jolted forward, almost colliding against his moist, half-naked body.

**

You're here, almost against me. I couldn't help myself but pull you close. I know now, what I feel to you, you feel the same way. My eyes are restless, between your beautiful face or your rain-drenched sexy body, they cannot settle. I have never felt so exposed. My body feels so hot, radiating a heat which is overpowering the chill of the air that I should be feeling. My bare skin is still damp, the moisture becoming sticky by that heat between us.

Your mouth, your lips look so pretty - half open, just like mine are at this moment, we can barely catch a breath. They look reddened and swelling. Ripeness? Or is it just the heat again? Your eyes are fixed on me, you won't flinch.

I guide your clammy hand over to my heart. I take a deep breath in and out as your palm comes to rest over my chest. At your touch, I feel a twinge throughout the length of my body that flushes into my groin, causing my abs to clench. You can feel my heart pumping so fast against your palm, I can hear my heart beat resounding off your hand like a drum skin. You clench at my left pec, clawing into the firm muscle. I press my hand down hard against the back of yours and slide it down the length of my torso while you grasp at each and every bump of my tensed abs, your hand isn't sliding smoothly down, the heat from my skin combined with the rain moisture have caused a sticky friction.

You're breathing as heavily as I just was. Your ripe, half open lips are quivering. Your eyes are wide, full of passion, and even a little intimidating. I lean forward and kiss your lower lip, subtle - half peck, half suck, I see your eyelids flutter. I trail the kiss off quickly, releasing and leaving my mouth in an 'O', it's vulnerable to attack. You need more and try aggressively for your own full mouth deep kiss on my partially opened mouth, but our lips only graze as I pull away.

Your hand clenches and claws at my stomach, I feel some pain but the sweltering aura surrounding us is still paramount, eliciting a numbing effect. Your amber eyes are fiery, your expression almost furious at not being spontaneously satiated. Anji, I will appease you, you will be satiated, but not this way, not yet. Let's do it like this...

I lean in again to kiss your lips in the same way, but it is a feint. I angle my neck down suddenly before reaching your lips to give you the lightest peck on the tip of your chin, before you have a chance to let know your frustration I continue those gentle peck kisses underneath your chin, one every second, all around your neck whilst at the same time my hands stroke up and down your shoulders and arms. Your once threatening grip clawing around my abs has now released, your hand relaxes and smoothly rubs all over my stomach as you elicit a pleasing sigh.

I love your scent, it's strong, seductive, raw. It is enhanced by the aroma of warm tropical rain on your skin, wafting into my face like steam from a wok. It perfectly complements the sensation of your moist, slightly sticky skin on my lips, and the richness that my eyes see in your buttery black skin which I seem to already be able to taste, without the use of my tongue.

My steady flow of kisses continue along a straight line on the very top of your chest which makes your body tremble. My hands now slide from your shoulders over to the tight fabric of your tank top that feels so sodden it's as if you have just come out of the pool in your swimming costume.

I begin to so so slowly peel it off your body, starting with the right shoulder strap. I give you the same subtle, half peck, half suck kisses onto the luscious bare black flesh which has just been revealed, but this time I add a cheeky poke with the tip of my tongue that is over in a flash, and causes you to gasp each time.

Your tank top is rolled down to just above your breasts and your shoulders are totally bare. My fingers work more delicately now to slowly fold down your top and bra together, kissing you all over your sensually large breasts as they are gradually revealed. Your raw, sexual scent emanating from your breasts is intoxicating, as if peeling the dank clothing off of them had released the essence of a potion trapped underneath and allowed to brew.

Finally my fingers have pulled the stiff fabric down off your right nipple, which springs up like a budding shoot. It is so beautiful, like a large, midnight coloured grape and just as juicy firm, wonderfully framed by the dark circle of your textured areola.

Both of your hands are now roaming all over my upper body - shoulders, arms, chest and back as my face hovers in front of your breasts and nipples. I pucker my lips and blow a gentle breeze all over your right nipple, you tremble and your hands squeeze my body tightly as I naughtily chill the rain moisture on your hypersensitive nipple with my air.

I peck kiss your areola in circles around your nipple before extending my long, slender, pointy Asian tongue and teasingly flick at your midnight grape. Although it is already quite hard, I feel it stiffen and engorge against the tip of my tongue with each flick. I then tantalisingly kiss the tip of it lightly before engulfing it in between my lips in a deeper passionate kiss, twirling my tongue around it inside my mouth, tasting the source of your fragrance.

My hands are now behind at your back and neck, my fingers lightly drumming all around. After a moment I've removed my mouth, parting your nipple with a final few flicking licks of my tongue whilst wickedly looking up at your face and seeing what almost looks like distress at my subtle sensory offering.