Quite a few years ago, I had a memorable trip to Taipei, Taiwan. I have not been there for almost a decade now, and I love recounting all the stories I picked up in my time there. I loved the vibe, the people, the scenery… but there is one encounter that I have always kept to myself. Until now.
When I Turned Twenty
It was 10 PM on a beautiful summer evening in Taipei when I met her. I had gone on holiday to Taiwan previously with my parents, but I was too young to really remember anything. So when I turned twenty, I decided that I wanted to see Taipei again. I wanted to see all the local tourist attractions, and I was most excited about Shilin Night Market. I had been putting off going there until the Friday as I knew it was going to be so exciting. I just didn’t have any idea how much.
The market only really starts getting busy around dark. I left the Les Suites Grandee Hotel at 7 PM, and arrived just as the market started filling up. I took some photos that I uploaded to Facebook. I enjoyed looking at every little thing they had to offer, picked up many items and tried to bargain with a couple of stall owners. It was everything that I expected and much more.
At about 10 PM I looked through my Facebook again, and that’s when I noticed her. She had long flowing hair and a tight denim with a dark pink top. Strappy shoes. I like when women wear sandals or strappy shoes, it’s the weirdest thing that turns me on. The thing was that she was in all of my photos, looking at me. Wanting me. My dark brown hair and green eyes have gotten me far in this country, and I suspected that this girl just had a little crush on me because I was different and foreign. In every photo she was there. She stood out to me, with her pink lips and innocent face.
Our Eyes Locked
I have only had sex with my girlfriend back in America, but she had to go to a college out of town, and so we broke up. My heart was still a bit broken, but hey! I was on holiday and I decided to get to know the Asian mystery a little better. As I looked up from my phone, it was easy to spot her. The market was buzzing and loud, but suddenly it was just her and me, and our eyes locked.
I was startled when she held out her hand and said, “Ssu-ying! Nice to meet you!”
I said, “Great, and you?”
We started talking. Her English was almost perfect and I found out that she was a student at the Ming Chuan University. Every so often she would subtly put her hair behind her ear, and she constantly touched my arm. At one point, I took her hand.
Even I was surprised to hear myself ask her, “You want to get out of here with me? Maybe get a bit to eat?”
I was sure she would leave me right there.
Instead she said, “Happy to get out of here with you but I think I have a far better plan than eating”. With that she grabbed my hand and ran with me, not always avoiding innocent bystanders, leaving some Chinese people obviously shouting expletives at us, of which I had no understanding.
She took me to a secluded spot, and while standing next to a wall she asked me three questions. “Do you like fun?”
“Do you like me?”
“Do you want to have fun with me just for tonight?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
She Took My Hand
She took my hand, kissing my fingertips. Then she suddenly gripped my hand hard and put it between her legs. I have heard that women enjoy wearing jeans sometimes, as the seam is hard and can be perfectly manipulated to stimulate.
I took over, unbuttoned the waist, and put my hand inside her jeans. They were tight on, but I managed to get my fingers down her panties. She was wet and moaned with either pleasure or anticipation, I’m not sure which. I fumbled for a while. She seemed to enjoy it, I can’t say for sure but touching her perfectly placed clit with my thumb and with two fingers inside her, turned me on like never before. I just wanted to give her pleasure, I would have counted myself lucky if I could have merely made her moan some more.
She was more experienced than what I was and she helped me with the rhythm. Until her hips started to move. I pushed her back against the wall and felt her tremble. Her whole body was responding to me and I had never felt such pleasure while pleasuring myself or my girlfriend. This was magic. I must have done a good job because after she held me tight for a couple of minutes, her orgasm gently giving way to waves of smiles and satisfaction.
Now We Can Get Away From Here
She held the back of my head in her hands and said, “Now we can get away from here.”
I often think of how different things could have turned out had I gone another evening. Even if I had met Ssu-ying on a different evening, she might have had to go to university the next day, and what happened next would never have taken place.
She took me to her apartment. Luckily the University was close, and she was staying just off site. Her place was immaculate, but I didn’t have any time to admire it. She took me to her bedroom with an almost violent manner. I loved the idea of a woman wanting me so much that she couldn’t help herself.
She stood in front of me, at the edge of the bed as I sat down totally naked. I took in her Chinese Asian beauty, her hairless body, the long straight black hair and the dark brown eyes. She wasn’t tall, and her hips were narrow. Her skin was pale and silky. I started kissing her breasts. I hadn’t even noticed, but she wasn’t wearing a bra before. They perked up and the energy flowing from them to my lips were tangible. I bit her just slightly too hard to spark a reaction, and I got the reaction I hoped for.
I should have known that someone with Ssu-ying’s experience would know just how to make me go mad. What Ssu-ying did to me, should be used as a torture method. She made me lie down naked, and as she touched herself with her left hand, she gently used one finger to trace all over my body, avoiding the places you’d want touched in a situation like this. You know how sometimes your boner gets a little bigger than normal? I don’t know if it was a young man’s hormones or something in the water, but I suspect the relentless teasing had something to do with the monster that was growing between my legs.
She took note and started to trace a pattern from under my balls with her finger. Like a kiss from a butterfly, she almost didn’t touch my skin but the electricity was palpable and the energy in the room so sexual. When her finger reached the tip of my dick I lost control. I felt ashamed for the noises that escaped my mouth. She seemed to enjoy the pain I was suffering.
She spread her legs revealing her pink wet womanhood and sat on top of me. She took over and gently rocked her hips, just a little bit too slow for me to orgasm. I was enjoying the view of her breasts, the feel of her soft skin on my hands and every now and then, she would lean down and just kiss me. During one of those kisses, I grabbed her hips and finished up inside of her. It was almost desperate, the way I held her tight. I wanted to feel every inch of her body and her inside. I wanted to touch her body and feel her skin and take in her beautiful shape with my eyes, I wanted to have her moan in my ears again. I didn’t just orgasm. I exploded. The grin on her face told me that this was her plan all along. She was a subtle dominatrix in a way.
I will always think back to that holiday and smile when I get to tell people I went there. They will never know how much that holiday meant to me. The fact that my smile hides an erotic encounter turns me on every time. I revisit Ssu-ying often in my dreams and I hope that she still enjoys trapping young tourists and giving them a holiday to remember!