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Sunday TLC with Evelyn

I was at a local topless dance bar in the 'Suzy Wong' district of Wanchai on Hong Kong Island with a buddy of mine. I was a loose regular there , coming in about once a month or so escaping the drudge of the free cattle market that is evident every where at the weekends. One of the reasons I was a regular was sitting on my lap at the moment. Her name was Evelyn, and she worked most Saturday nights and Sunday mornings which was when I usually came in. She is a Philippino national, very pretty, raven haired, tanned, slender, with small breasts (but real and nicely shaped), great legs, and an ass to die for.

On top of the very nice physical package she was friendly, chatty and gave
a WONDERFUL lap dance that never failed to arouse me. She touched as much as the mamasan would allow, and added a wiggle or two and grind more. And as time had gone on (this was the sixth time I had come in during the past 5 months) her dances for me had gotten just a little more risque, a little hotter, a little more daring. She let me touch her back quite a bit too, but I was always careful not to go over the line. It was still great. She also gave lip-kisses. Most of the girls would only give you a little nip on the cheek. Little details like that mean a lot to me.

Anyway, we were there and my buddy got up to go to the restroom. As he walked away, I sighed, considering the fact I only had HK$220 bucks left of the $1300 I had started with that evening, and observed that it was unfortunate my active participation for the night was going to have to end fairly soon.

"How come?" Her voice wasn't bad either, not the gravelly, husky female voice that made me melt, but pretty nice all the same.

I explained the money thing. I usually got 4 or 5 (3 or 4 from her) dances and 3-4 overpriced drinks when I came in. She knew my limits, but I'd only had two of her dances tonight -- she had been with other customers.

She leaned down with her lips to my right ear and pressed her warm soft cheek to mine. I loved it when she did that. She did it quite a bit.

"You meet me another place after finish work, ok?" she asked softly.

That raised my eyebrows. She never pushed me to bring out my plastic for
her to beef -up her earnings for the night or pay the bar fine to take her off the premises A rarity, and yet another thing I liked about her.

I tis against club policy for dancers to go out with customers who had not paid the bar fine. However I had hared stories of regulars becoming bonafide boy friends of the girls in the area she was proposing a little after-work get-together.

I turned my head around to look her in the eyes, and she shifted slightly to help me out.

" Where can you meet me without being found-out?"

She smiled impishly and leaned forward. Her hair spilled around our faces and I could smell her breath. It was sweet from the call drinks we'd both had. She touched her forehead to mine and whispered, "You always good man, good to me. You friendly man, I like lots. I want go with you later. No pay , just fun." She giggled and leaned back to check my reaction.

She needn't have bothered. My cock had gotten rock hard in seconds, and
as I stared back, trying to formulate a witty assent worthy of James Bond, she
pressed her leg into my erection, waggled her eyebrows suggestively and said "You likee me too?" I grinned at her and we made plans hurriedly to meet at Strawberrys Dance Club before my buddy came back from the restroom.

To shorten things a bit, let's just say that it required a bit of timing and my dashing about at high speed around the block got me separated from my buddy (luckily he lived nearby) and met with Evelyn in Strawberrys without her fellow club workers noticing as they were eating dim sum at a street stall between the club and Strawberrys. I was as excited as all hell, but during the short trip alone to Strawberrys club, I resolved that since she was giving me the most princely gift of her beautiful body, I had to see to it that she enjoyed this evening as much as possible. It would be my gift to her. Her apartment was much closer than mine, so we headed there after a dance and drink.

We had a difficult time getting into her apartment. We kept stopping every few steps and kissing strongly. For a long time I had desired to 'really' kiss her, as opposed to the brief ones we were allowed at the club. She would press her warm body up against mine and move up and down, stroking me with her entire self, while our tongues "dueled like soft, moist sabers" (I've always liked that line). It was wonderful, but I restrained myself as much as possible. Crazy animalistic sex would be great, but it wasn't what I wanted to do for her right now. I wanted to add in a lot of tease, to make her beg for release, to drive her crazy. I'm no Don Juan, but on the few occasions I'd had opportunity to do this in the past, my partners were always VERY grateful.

Finally, we staggered into the bedroom. She'd lost her top and I my shirt. We flopped onto the bed, still kissing madly, but I'd managed to slow the pace down to just intense instead of wild. Stroking her smooth back, I eased her onto her stomach and moved up to whisper in her ear.

"Just relax for a while and let me do the work. Let it be my thanks for your having me over." Yeah, yeah, "having me over" isn't all that romantic sounding, but I didn't want to get really gushy and say "make love", and "have sex" seemed 'much' too cold.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, and smiled sexily, settling onto the bed with a cute and familiar wiggle whilst twitching her nose and mouth sexily. I took that as a "yes", as I reached over and turned on a small lamp. The light was subdued but ample. Excellent!

I slowly unzipped her skirt and reached up inside it to grasp her firm buttocks, squeezing strongly. Julie sighed and thrust her pelvis gently into the bed. Lifting her midsection slightly, I pulled the skirt off, then quickly removed my own jeans, but left my underwear. Her g-string, slightly damp from sweat and arousal, went next, and she was completely naked.

Under the soft light, without the blare of music and flashing flights of the stage, she was even more beautiful. Her skin was tanned golden, smooth and unmarked. Her face, which I could see in profile, was little rich type daddy's girl cute, with the button nose and pouty lower lip. She looked much less wanton in repose than at the club, with her eyes closed and lips curled in a small smile. She wasn't a goddess, but she was very beautiful, more than I had thought. It could have been the head-trip I was experiencing, I don't know and I didn't care.

I shook myself out of the reverie and began to slowly and softly massage
her back and shoulders, occasionally working my way down the jut of her
cute butt and down her legs. Periodic sighs and squirmings told me I was doing
things right. It was wonderful, the simple tactile pleasure of running my hands
over her skin, which was very warm, softly smooth, yet with the resiliency of
good muscle tone and athleticism.

I worked at it for a while until she was very relaxed, but I didn't want
her to fall asleep on me. Time to try something else.

"You like this, baby?" I asked her gently. She murmured an assent. "Good. Now just relax for a sec. I have to get something." I slipped off the bed and hopped barefoot into her kitchen, where I snagged an ice cube (one of the long, thin kind) or three from her freezer, and stuck them in a glass in the drying rack by the sink.

Yes, I know, ice cubes are a little cliche these days, but I like a good cliche now and then. All the time if its a really good one. I dashed back to my reposing dancer.

"Mmmm, you're back," she murmured drowsily, feeling my weight settle onto
the bed. "Now what?"

"Roll over, but keep your eyes closed. We've more yet to do." I helped her shift onto her back, and she settled down with another one of those cute wiggles I liked. She kept her eyes closed and arms folded almost demurely at her belly button. It was a great view, her small breasts barely flattening back against her ribcage. I wondered where to start, and kissed her gently, with just a little tongue, while I did so.

It had to be the tits. Grasping the ice cube (ice elephant!, really) I pressed it firmly into the dark, golden nipple. Julie gasped, and the nipple instantly popped erect and the left breast followed suit. But otherwise she remained still, except for a slight arch of her back and some shivers. I ran the ice all over her right breast, getting it covered with a sheen of liquid, while she drew her breath in sudden gasps. Shifting to place myself between her legs, which she obligingly spread and then raised her knees. I slipped off my underwear and lay down over her lower body, pressing my lower chest into her sparse, trimmed pussy hair, and took as much of her left breast into my mouth as I could, sucking gently and running my tongue over the nipple. Its spongy firmness was wonderful. She sighed and placed her hands
on my head, running her fingers through my hair, her nails on my scalp.

I switched to the other tit, and this time stuck the remaining ice in my mouth. The hot/cold dichotomy really got to her, and she muttered, "Oh God, that's good--Jesus!!"

That last came when I suddenly increased the force of my sucking tremendously, as though I were trying to inhale her tit. I kept it up for a bit while she writhed about on the bed, making small sounds of pleasure, and rubbing her legs along my sides. The skin was very smooth.

Leaving behind the reddened, slightly swollen breast, I moved down her body, licking and sucking at bits of her taut skin. I poked her belly button and she jerked, then sighed. "You're making me crazy..." Well, that WAS the point...

I detoured around her pussy, coming close but not doing anything more than breath lightly on it, feeling her tense up whenever I'd move closer for a moment. I kissed and licked my way up her perfumed legs from her knees, lingering a long time at her inner thighs. Right at the juncture of her leg and hip she kept a small heart-shaped tan mark. She jokingly called it her "heart-on."
Silly, but I found it cute on her. I spent a good five minutes suckling on that small area, while running my hands lightly along her torso.

She kept trying to rub her moist seam up against my arm, but I only allowed the most glancing of touches. Finally, she groaned, "Oh, please stop teasing ! I need it!"

I moved up and kissed her again. "Tell me what you want."

"I want--need you to do me. Lick me."

"Lick you where?" This shyness of hers was pretty odd, but kind of a turn-on anyway. "TELL me what you want."

She swallowed hard and looked me in the eye. "I want you lick my pussy and suck my clit. I want you lick me until I come. Please."

I smiled, the words sending a thrill through my semi-hard cock. I leaned down and kissed her again, harder. She sighed into the kiss, her tongue thrusting into my mouth, her hands roaming over my body, stroking my dick, which I hadn't even let her see yet. She humped herself against my left leg, and I could feel the wet heat of her excitement there.

Breaking the kiss, I caught her hands and brought them to my lips for a kiss. "I'm going to make you feel good. But I need your help. I need you to tell me when something pleasures you, or if you don't like it, or you want it faster or harder or softer. Can you do that?"

"You like little dirty talk talk, baby?" she asked softly, with sultriness in her expression that had not been there since the club. My shy girl was becoming an assertive woman again. Nice.

"Yes, I replied, moving back down her firm belly to her musky womanhood. She spread her legs wider to grant me easier access. Her dancer's flexibility served us well. I looked closely at her sparse haired cunt, with its tender lips and dark coloration, and the moistness apparent around the pouty little opening. Her pink seam was just as pretty as the rest of her.

I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. "Yes I like, baby!!" she hissed. "Do it more!"

Her taste was good, musky and salty-sweet. I made my tongue as broad as possible, and thrust it into her opening. I licked it from bottom to top, going in and coming out, stroking her clit at the top, but not giving it any extra attention yet.

Evelyn moaned and squirmed. "Mmmm. Oh, yeah! Your tongue--go deeper, deeper, please?" I did my best to oblige her. She grew wetter and hotter as the wonderful torture continued making small purring sounds and trying to grind her crotch into my face. She was really getting into it. As I licked, I couldn't help but recall an old line I heard once: "If you're ever going down on some chick, and you don't know what to do, lick the alphabet!" I smiled and licked "E-v-e-l-y-n" just for the hell of it.

I reached out and grabbed another ice "elephant" from the glass. I pressed it to her clit and she tensed and twisted, gasping, "Oh!" I slipped the ice into her wet opening and left it for a few moments while she writhed about.
Taking her entire clit into my mouth, I sucked hard, flicking it with my tongue.

"Yeeow!" she exclaimed. "Do it to me do iiittt...!" She jerked and gasped and then came, shuddering. "Yessssss.....mmmmmmm, yes. Nice, nice." I removed the ice, but kept licking her gently through her come, until the quiverings eased.

But I wasn't done quite yet. I took my finger and inserted it into her now very wet seam. She sighed again. "Mmmmmm, give me two." I was happy to oblige, adding the second finger and sliding them in and out slowly. Evelyn thrust gently back at my fingers.

Shifting position slightly, I curled my fingers up and tried to press under the pubic bone, looking for her g-spot. The effect was electric.

"Uhnn," she gasped, and her arms slapped against the bed the sheets gripped tightly in her hands. Her pelvis came completely off the bed as she thrust strongly at my fingers. I looked up and her face was a mask of pleasure and sensation as it whipped back and forth. "Whatmmmfyou (gasp) doing? Oh God, niceahhh, mmmm, yes, yes." She twisted and came, breasts bobbing sweetly, nipples tensed in pleasure.

I kept massaging the area, and added a vigorous rubbing to her clit with my other hand, pinching and rolling it gently for occasional variety. She came again, and then again. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and chest. She squealed, moaned, and shuddered as the orgasms washed over her. I could tell she was becoming super-sensitized.

"Enough!" she cried, but I kept going. She bit her lip and shuddered through another orgasm. My God, she was so beautiful, so excited. If I so much as touched my cock I would have exploded all over her.

Her body gleamed as she began to perspire more profusely, and strands of dark shiny raven hair began to stick to her face. It was becoming harder to maintain my attentions through her bucking. Suddenly she rolled onto her side, still humping my hand and then yelling:

"Stop, pleeeeese, I can't take it anymore! Ahhhh, oh Jesus, not again,