She was Chinese, from the mainland, a tiny woman barely 5' tall and 100 lb. A single woman in her late 30s I'll call her X from her initial.

I am not Chinese...

6'2" tall, about 180 lb... and I am married, but that didn't really matter to her. She was in the US, alone, working... had her green card, trying her hardest to make it with limited but passable English. It's a very long story, but to make it short, we worked together, and over the course of several months, becaume very close... eventually intimate... eventually we became lovers.

It was a rainy day. We had not yet actually had intercourse for the first time, so we were both very aroused and worked up, just by being together, just from the thought and experience of one another.

It was very heady, dizzying, intoxicating. This particular day, we drove to the park, and stopped along a stream.

We sat in my pickup, talking, touching, kissing. It was public, but because of the rain there were few people about. Just a few teenage boys on their bikes enjoying the wet and mud, and I don't think they really noticed us. As we kissed, X reached down and undid my belt, and unzipped my slacks. She reached in and began to caress my length through my underwear. We continued to kiss. Her lips were so soft and full! Her breath so sweet... Ah... X... She lifted her dress and placed my hand on the crotch of her white panties... moaning against my lips how wet she was and how hot, pleading with me to touch her, see how wet... Which was immediately obvious to me, since she had soaked her panties through at the crotch. They were warm and slippery with her juices! X pulled my length out over the waistband of my shorts, pushing them down a little for better access... then she slid over on the seat and bent down to take me into her mouth. She began to suck me, her mouth warm and wet on my length head...

her wonderful lips so soft and full caressing my glans... closing around the head as she moved up and down slowly on me. Oh, the delicious friction of her wet lips and tongue caressing me! One hand she kept on my shaft, slowly stroking as she sucked. The other I could see was now between her legs, down inside her panties.

I could see it moving slowly and deliberately as she continued to suck me. She sucked steadily and rhythmically, her hand between her legs keeping pretty much the same rhythm. It was very intense, a perfect masturbatory rhythm. She wasn't teasing..

she was deliberately trying to bring us both to orgasm, and doing it very efficiently and very well! X was very good, and in minutes she had me moaning in pleasure, caressing her face as my length erupted a flood of cum. She didn't pause, but continued sucking as I came, her hand stroking me in a deliberate way designed to milk the last drops of cum from my twitching length. Her other hand continued its motions between her thighs. X swallowed my cum, sat up and looked me quietly deep in the eyes, down into my soul, and moved to kiss me deeply, her full lips opening like a flower, tongue reaching for mine.. Then, with her soft lips still pressed against mine, her fingers moving even more deliberately against her wet flesh inside her panties, she brought herself to orgasm, moaning softly against my lips as she came, her breath mixing with mine, her eyes locked on mine so I could look deep into her and see her pleasure, her gift to me.