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After a few minutes, Mandi went still in my arms and began snoring quietly. God, she is beautiful, I thought silently, then amended my statement. No, she is far more than merely beautiful, she is also gentle, kind, smart and beyond belief in bed.
Mandi rolled over in her sleep, allowing me to slip out of bed to take a piss. While I was in the master bathroom, I fired up the Jacuzzi tub and started it filling, figuring Mandi might like a long soak in a whirlpool bath. I put another pot of coffee on and used my lap top to find the closest miniature golf course and then scanned what movies were showing and where. After an hour, I checked on Mandi and saw that she was awake.
“Hey, Kung Fu babe, I got the Jacuzzi tub full of hot water. I thought you might want to jump in and wash off our love juice.”
“Sounds like a great idea. Is there any coffee left?”
“I just made a fresh pot. You want a mug?”
“I do, more than diamonds and fast cars,” she replied with a wink.
“Ok, hop in the tub and I will join you in a minute.” I fetched our coffee, and returned to bathroom, finding Mandi lounging in the tub. I gave her a mug and slipped into the tub opposite her.
“So, what is your post-sex analysis of our latest tumble?” Mandi asked.
“I give it a ten on the orgasmic scale,” I joked.
“Hell, I give it a 9 on the Richter scale. I felt the earth move about a dozen times this morning and I think the last one was at least a 9.5. Honestly, I did not think it could get better than last night and then it did.”
“I was telling Alex that I think I pumped a quart of cum into you last night and today I think it was closer to a half-gallon,” I joked, thinking of the huge wet spot under my ass on the sheets. I kissed her deeply. Finally, she pulled away.
“The mind is willing, but the body is weak or at least fucked-out at the moment. Give it a rest for a few hours, ok?” she said huskily.
“Sure thing,” I stuck out my lip like a petulant child.
“What do you want to do today? I mean, assuming you want to hang out together.”
“Anything you want to do, at least until sundown. At dusk, I have plans.”
“Plans?” She arched an eyebrow.
“Yep, plans. I did a little research while you napped and saw that the Coyote Drive-in is having a double feature tonight, Kid with the Golden Arm and Fist of The White Lotus, two Kung-Fu classics. You interested?”
“Are you joking? Of course, I am interested!” She squealed in delight. Suddenly, she held up her hands in a Kung Fu posture I recognized as Crane Fist and shouted, “Bak Mei, you killed my Master, now you will die!” I cracked up laughing.
“You are nuts, has anyone ever told you that before?”
“Everyone tells me that, but I think I like hearing it from you more than all the others combined.”
“You ready to get out?”
“No, not yet. I want you to hold me and tell me about yourself.” She fixed me with a gaze that made my heart skip a couple of beats. “It has been many years since anyone held me the way you do, and I like it.” I pulled her to me and held her in my lap, with my arms around her waist and lightly rested my chin on her shoulder.
“Exactly like that.” She pushed herself against my chest. “Now, tell me about yourself. Take your time and don’t skip details.”
“Your wish is my command,” I whispered as I kissed her neck, right below her ear.
“Damn right it is.” She giggled.
I began telling her my story, starting with growing up on a ranch in North Texas, on the Salt Fork of the Red River and about ten miles west of the middle of nowhere. I told her about Dad and about how we lost Mom when I was eleven. About my horse, Chunky and our long rides along the dry riverbed. I told her about Alex and how I feel about her. I even spoke of Iraq and Afghanistan, something I seldom do. When I finished, it was almost noon, and we were as wrinkled as two prunes. I pulled her around and kissed her again.
“Now, it is your turn,” I told her. “Tell me about yourself and don’t skip details.”
“Ok, but let’s get out of the tub before my muscles turn to jelly,” She stood, offering me her hand. After toweling dry, we dressed, and Mandi went to her suitcase to fetch a hairbrush. She led me to the living room, where she pointed to the recliner. “Sit,” she ordered. I sat, and she gave me the hairbrush, then sat down at my feet.
“You want me to brush your hair?” I asked as I ran the brush through her wet, strawberry blond hair.
“You brush, while I tell you about myself.”
She started with her childhood, growing up near Houston and of her abusive father, who beat her mother every Sunday night, like clockwork. She told me how her mother finally had enough of the abuse, obtained a protective order and filed for divorce. At that point she paused long enough to crawl up into my lap, curling up like a kitten and resting her head against my shoulder.
After she was comfortable, she described how important escort it was for her to discover Kung Fu when she was twelve and how Master Feng Mian married her mother and became her father. Mandi described her college years at Texas A&M, where she majored in Finance and Chinese. She finished with more about her job. When she finished, I made sandwiches, grabbed us a couple of Lone Stars and we went to eat by the pool.
“So, you speak Chinese?”
“Yep, Papa’s English is only fair, even after all these years in the U.S., so Mom and I learned Chinese. Seemed natural that I would major in Chinese at A&M.”
“Can you read and write in Chinese as well?”
“Sure, and can even do Chinese calligraphy when I get a chance.”
“Say something in Chinese,” I prompted.
“I hate when people do that to me,” she objected.
“Please?” I asked with a wink.
She looked at me and said, “Wo xiang wo ài shàng nile.” Then she leaned across the table and kissed me softly on my lips.
“What does that mean?”
“You will find out in time,” she said as she took my empty plate and walked toward the kitchen. “Do you need another beer?”
Jake and I skipped miniature golf and elected to lounge around the pool, soaking up the sun and talking. We left for the drive-in a little after five, stopping by the supermarket to get some beer and snacks. We drove my Mustang, because fitting two lawn chairs and an icebox full of drinks in Jake’s Porsche is an impossibility. The Coyote Drive-in is in Ft. Worth and is quite a drive from Jakes house, but we made it with plenty of time to find a choice parking place and grab a couple of pizzas from the Coyote’s cantina. As soon as the sun disappeared, the Shaw Brother’s Kung Fu fiesta began.
I hooted uncontrollably during the most outlandish fight scenes, but walked Jake through others, explaining just how fantastic the actors’ technique was. Twice during the movies (after a few beers, I’ll admit), I jumped out of my chair to demonstrate Kung Fu with blurring fists and slashing kicks. Jake laughed and the other movie goers gave me a standing ovation. It was past two in the morning before we got back, and we were both ready for bed. There was no love making, we just took each other into our arms and went to sleep. It was good being held again.
Sunday morning, I woke with Jake still sound asleep. I kissed him softly on his neck and he smiled, mumbling something incoherent and rolled over onto his back. I kissed his nipples and flicked my tongue across them, feeling them grow hard under my fingers. I slid my hand down to his thigh, softly pushing his legs apart and brushed his flaccid dick with my fingertips. Within minutes it began responding, engorging and stiffening quickly, until it stood in nine inches of glory. He unconsciously began thrusting his hips, stroking his cock against my hand.
I gently took his dick into my mouth, teasing his shaft with my tongue, paying special attention to the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, near its head. He moaned in his sleep as I sucked. Suddenly, he stirred.
“What do you think you are doing down there, Buckaroo?” He mumbled sleepily. I said nothing and continued sucking his cock and teasing its head with my tongue. “Whatever it is, keep doing it.” He whimpered, keeping his eyes closed.
“I want in you, Mandi,” He moaned. His cock began to pulsate as he neared orgasm.
“Not yet,” I teased. He was close, but I was just getting started. I pulled away and rolled over on my back. “Get your tongue working. Make me come,” I told him.
“Don’t be cruel! For God’s sake finish me,” he said, almost begging. His cock was so swollen I thought it was going to explode.
“So you want to blow your load into my mouth?” I asked, opening my mouth slightly and licking my lips.
“Dear God, yes!” He cried, starting to move into position to shove his cock into my mouth again.
“Not, yet. First, eat me and make me cum!” I ordered him, pointing at my crotch.
Without another word, he knelt between my legs and began flicking his tongue over my pussy lips. He switched his attention to my clit, teasing it until I squirmed, grinding my cunt into his face. Suddenly he gently took my clit in his teeth and flicking the tip of his tongue over it, bringing me closer and closer to climax. Finally, the orgasm rolled over me like a tidal wave and I heaved as it peaked, thrashing like a wild animal. He kept at it, teasing and playing with my cunt, never giving me a moment of respite and I came over and over again in a long series of orgasms, drenching Jake’s face with my pussy juice. Finally, he pulled away, as I gasped for breath.
“Fuck me now! Goddamn it!” I howled. Jake positioned himself over me and slammed his cock into me. I thrust my hips violently, driving his shaft to the hilt and grunting as I pumped in rhythm to his thrusts, until I was overcome by another orgasm.
There was nothing fancy. No tricks this time and we eskort fucked long and hard. My twat felt like a living thing as it pulsed and throbbed, while he almost went berserk, driving his prick into me. I came twice more, with long gut-wrenching groans, with my back arching in sensual ecstasy.
He held out as long as he could, but when I convulsed with my third orgasm, he lost all control and drove his cock deep into me, geysering his jism into me. We both went wild, groaning in rhythm to the long pulses of hot cream filling me. Finally, he sagged in fatigue, laying heavily on me as I shuttered with the last tremors of my climax.
“This is one hell of a way to wake up in the morning, hey?” I moaned.
“Damn, right,” he said, fighting to catch his breath. “I could get used to this.”
“Roll over,” I instructed, and he heaved himself off of me. I sat up, taking his semi-flaccid cock into my mouth, milking it with my thumb, extracting the last dribbles of salty-sweet jism from it. I sucked it noisily and slurped as his cream bubbled out. His eyes rolled back into his head with pleasure as I worked it, finally draining him dry. We lay for a long while, enjoying the nearness of the other, not wanting to move for fear that it would break the feeling of bliss.
“What is on your agenda for the day?” he asked.
“I need to leave around one today. I have a workout scheduled at two this afternoon and I need to go by my apartment to get my gear.
“You are going to the gym?”
“Kung Fu work out. Master Chao is teaching a special staff class today and I don’t want to miss it.” She smiled with pride before continuing, “Papa says that I am a bit of a prodigy with the staff and I am always looking for ways to improve my technique.” I explained.
“Next time we get together, bring your staff and show me your moves.” He suggested.
“Is there going to be a next time? I mean other than next month with you and Alex?” I asked quietly. Jake blinked in surprise.
“I hope so.”
“I thought I was just an occasional diversion for you guys. I figured the second Friday of next month would be the next time I saw you.”
“Oh,” he replied, not bothering to hide his disappointment. “I had hoped you and I could get together before that.”
“What, like a normal date?” I asked, happy that I was not just a plaything.
“Yea, why not. We could go out to eat, go dancing or maybe go to another movie together.”
“You don’t think Alex would mind?”
“No, I don’t think she would mind.” I kissed Jake hard, taking his face in my hands and giving him a long-wet kiss.
“I hoped you felt that way, but I did not want to presume.” I pulled him to me and burrowed myself into him.
“Mandi, I had a great time this weekend and I don’t just mean the sex. Admittedly, the sex was phenomenal, but what I mean is that I had a fantastic time talking with you and going to the drive-in was the best date I’ve had in years. I would like to do it again,” he said seriously.
“How about next weekend?” I suggested immediately.
“I have drill next weekend.”
“I am still in the Army Reserve and required to do Assembly one weekend a month and two consecutive weeks a year. Next weekend I have my semi-annual APFT and to recertify with the SAW.” I looked at him blankly and he realized that I did not understand Army lingo. “APFT is the Army Physical Fitness Test and SAW stands for Squad Automatic Weapon.”
“So, next weekend is out?”
I’m afraid so, duty calls. But how about dinner and a movie after work Wednesday?”
“Sounds like a plan, but it will have to strictly be dinner and a movie, because I have to be at work early. However, if you want to skip the movie part, we might find the time for a little hanky-panky.” I shot him a wicked smile.
“To hell with the movie. Who wants a movie!” Jake squeezing me playfully. “You want me to come over to your place or you want to meet me here?”
“I don’t want you to even see my place. I was not joking when I told you my apartment is a shithole, so I will meet you here.”
“Where do you want to go for dinner?” He asked.
I thought for a minute. “Let’s get some Sichuan food at a place owned by a friend of our family. I swear, it is the best Sichuan outside of China. I am talking about authentic Sichuan, not just the crap served at buffets.”
“Sounds great. I love Sichuan food,” He said, but I suspected most of what he had in the past was the ‘crap served at buffets’ variety.
“Good! I think you will like it. Do you want to go full Szechuan, or something a little more in line with American tastes? If you want to try authentic Szechuan, I need to give them a call and let them know, because they don’t normally serve it.”
“What do you advise?” Jake asked.
“If you want to go ‘traditional’, get the Mao xue wang, if you want to play it safe, get anything on their menu, all of it is superb.”
“What is Mao xue wang?” He asked guardedly.
I shot him an evil grin, eskort bayan “It is made from pig and duck blood, tripe, ham and chicken gizzards.”
He crossed his eyes and replied, “I think I will order what is on the menu.”
“Smart man,” I teased, poking him in the belly and laughed. “So, what about the weekend after your drill?”
“You could come over here Friday evening and I will grill us some steaks. After dinner, I suggest you stay for a little adult entertainment.” He said and humped my leg suggestively, making me laugh.
“Ok, but I will have to leave around 7 a.m. on Saturday, I have a Kung Fu tournament, which should be over by four in the afternoon. If you want to get together after the tournament, I would love it,” I told him.
“Why don’t I come watch you in the tournament? Would that be okay?” I hesitated for a second before answering.
“Jake, if you are not a Kung Fu person, tournaments are really boring, so I don’t want you to feel like you need to watch me.”
“If you are there, I won’t be bored.”
“Jake, I am serious, when I am at a tournament, I don’t have time to visit. I take this shit serious, so I will not be able to hang out until it is over.”
“If you don’t want me to come, I won’t, but I would like to see you in action.”
“OK, but don’t feel obligated to stay if you get bored.”
“I’ll bring a book, but I doubt if I will need it.
Wednesday evening, I met Jake at his place after work, grabbed a quick shower and changed clothes before we went to dinner. We took Jake’s 911 for the short drive to the Four Rivers Szechuan Restaurant, owned by Master Chao and his family. He was expecting us, so when we walked in Master Chao greeted me at the door.
“Master Chao, let me introduce my friend, Jake Radcliff.” Master Chao extended his hand to Jake, who took it. “Jake, this is Grand Master Chao, one of my Kung Fu teachers and the finest Szechuan chef in the United States.”
“I am very pleased to meet you, Mr. Radcliff,” Master Chao said in a deep voice, with a slight English accent. “Please, follow me.” He led us to a small, private dining are near the rear of the restaurant. “My daughter, Hui will be with you in a moment to take your order.”
“Master Chao looks like a tough customer,” Jake commented as held the chair for me.
“The man is a marvel. His technique is flawless and he is as fast as a mongoose when he wants to be. Papa says that Master Chao is probably the best Master of White Crane in the United States.”
“Wow, I’m impressed.”
“I am damn lucky he took me as a student, because he is very, very traditional and seldom takes a female student. I’m good, but I suspect that Papa sweet talked him into accepting me.”
“Will he be at the tournament?”
“Yep, though I doubt if he does anything other than officiates. Occasionally he will teach a seminar or lead a workshop, but privately, the man is a freaking training machine. He works out every morning, which is good for me, because I often have to schedule my work hours to fit Chinese time.”
“Wait, you schedule what?” Jake asked, interrupting me.
“Chinese time is about eight hours behind Central Standard Time, so I often don’t go into work until four in the afternoon and work until midnight. That way I am able to talk with my Chinese clients during their regular working hours.”
“I hope I’ve not been interfering with your schedule! Jesus, please tell me I haven’t been making you stay up late when you need to be sleeping.”
“No, I’ll let you know when I have a late night scheduled, believe me. I work a weird schedule, but it a girl has to do what a girl has to do to get ahead in business, especially when you are dealing with the Chinese.”
“Are the Chinese extra chauvinistic or something?”
“No, not really, in fact I face more chauvinism here in the US than with my Chinese clients. However, that does not mean that they are not ruthless businesspeople and I need every advantage I can get when putting together a deal. By scheduling meetings during their workday, it is much easier to deal with them.”
Jake nodded in understanding, but said nothing more because Master Chao’s daughter, Hui, arrived to take our orders. As I suggested, Jake ordered Bon Bon chicken off the main menu, while I had an off the menu special, the Zhangcha duck, which I figured Jake would like. When food arrived, Jake piled his plat high with vegetables, rice and chicken, attacking it like a starving lumberjack.
“Save room for a bit of the Zhangcha duck, I think you will like it,” I suggested. Rather than reply, he reached over with his chop sticks and snagged a piece off my plate.
“Oh my God, that is delicious!” He stole another piece before I had a chance to say anything. “What is that?”
“It is tea-smoked duck. Master Chao makes it by marinating a whole duck with peppers, Chinese wine vinegar, ginger and garlic, then smoking it over tea and camphor leaves. I called Master Chao yesterday and ordered it special for us.” Before Jake could take all my duck, I heaped rice and half the duck on a plate and gave it to him. “Here, now you don’t have to poach duck from my plate.”
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