a chance meeting on a Friday afternoon

a chance meeting on a Friday afternoonStu had shown up to the vernissage with the sole purpose of reminding his ex wife to get a move on and pick up the last 4 or 5 boxes of her stuff she had left behind a couple of months before, when she had moved out. He had not known that she was having a vernissage at the small gallery that she owned and that he still partly paid for, on that Friday afternoon, so in stead of starting another row, he soon found himself with a glass of decent red wine in his hand. He had never been keen of making a scene, especially not in front of so many people from the art world. In the front room a nervous music student was trying hard to get music out of his cello, so Stu searched towards the emptier rooms in the back. ?Don´t you just love her symbolism?? a young Asian woman suddenly asked him. He had to look around in the room, to make sure that the question was directed at him.?I´ve seen worse? he said, defensively. Art had never been his strongest side. They were looking at a small painting, a peach (or possibly an apple) in a golden bird cage, surrounded by cucumbers.?So...i understand that you are...not married any more..? She asked and turned to face him. It struck him how short she was.?That is true??And do you still live alone..??Yes...? he said. He still had friend at the University, so he had heard stories about the sometimes eccentric behaviour of exchange students. ?Can I ask you a question, sir?? she asked, looking up at him. ?Go on?He took a long sip of wine. ?I am an exchange student from China, from Shanghai, and I will be going home in a few weeks, sir? she began, then her eyes began to drift away. Stu was still angry from the short confrontation with the ex wife, and he realized that it was now or never. ?Let me guess, you are looking for an...adventure before you go back? He asked softly. The young woman gasped, but she neither slapped his face nor stormed out of the room. ?What...kind of adventure? She finally asked, looking at his shirt. With legs that felt a little wobbly, Stu moved to the next painting. ?When we divorced, we had to sell our house in Spain and the second car...So I might have a few hundred to spend on an...adventurous young lady?He paused to drink. The young woman took a few steps closer, but turned, so that she had her back towards him. Her black hair was directly under his nose now.?When we go abroad, we are warned against forming intimate relations with the locals??I didn´t know that,? he said as calm as possible,? but I was merely suggesting a business opportunity...or a well-paid learning experience?She let out another gasp. Now two middle aged women, escaping the cello, entered the room. Stu slowly walked towards the door. Now she had the ball on her half, the next step was hers. He found the kitchen, poured him self a second glass on wine. Then he checked the contents of his wallet. He rarely used cash any more, so he was a bit surprised to find a crisp £50 note there.Then she came into the kitchen, typing something on her smart phone. ?I am not doing anything today,? she said, then took the glass he offered her,?but I can´t see how this could be relevant to my studies?Then she drifted away. Stu gulped the wine down, then followed her. She was standing not 2 feet from his ex wife. He said a quick good bye to the later, then went up on the pavement and lit the second cigarette of the day. It was getting dark now. When the door of the gallery opened again, he began walking slowly down towards the train station, where it would be easier to get a cap. ?I don´t know what you had in mind, sir, but I demand at least 25 pounds, sir? she said when she caught up. ?Well...i had hoped to...employ you for the weekend?.and I had expected to spend a good deal more?She gasped in the semi-darkness. The profits from the house, at least his half, was in his account, and he had planned to invest it. Spending a few hundred on this would not make any difference.?Look, I am not...the most experienced woman??This is supposed to be a learning experience...i can offer you 300 pounds, Miss?She muttered something in Chinese, but kept walking next to him. ?That...is most generous, sir??I have a 50 on me and if you have a British bank account, I can transfer the rest when we get home??The government may or may not...monitor my account...will it be possible to pay in cash?They had to take a detour, to find an ATM. ?No, keep them, until we get to your place? she said. In the end, they walked. On the darker streets he had his hand on her neck, but on streets with traffic, she quickly removed it. After about 20 minutes they were at the side street where he owned a narrow 3 story house. He helped her out of her padded coat. ?I am a little nervous, sir??So am I..I have never...purchased a woman before?Stu gave her the money, and for a moment, it seemed like she did not know what to do with it. Then she stuffed it into her purse and stood straight, with her hands down her sides. She was dressed rather conservative, like so many in the art world; a long woolly skirt, a white shirt and a dark grey cardigan. Her black hair was parted at the middle and fell elegant over her shoulders. She wore glasses with a black frame. She wore little make up, just some lipstick and some eyeliner. At least as far as he could see.?Oh, I am Stu, by the way..?I know, sir...i overheard the lady that runs the gallery call you that when you came in??Oh...what is your name??I need to remain anonymous...i will get in trouble if the government find out about...this?They were still in the hallway, She leaned against the kitchen door jamb, but she did not look away. He could see that she was breathing harder now.?You can call me...Jinü, sir...it is not a name, but...a reference to my...current status, sir?Very well, Jinü...Would you like something to drink??Yes, please..?Then you will need to take you skirt off?He heard her gasp again as he went past her, into the kitchen. He could hear her starting to undress while he selected a bottle of wine. ?Should I also...remove my...nylons, sir??Yes, please?He opened the bottle and poured two glasses. When he looked up, there was colour on her cheeks. As far as he could see, she was only wearing the shirt and the cardigan. He began to get second thoughts; buying another person, even for a limited time, was not in line with his moral compass.?Here..? he said, gave her a glass and avoided to look at her. He could still feel her eyes on his face. ?Can I ask a question or two now, sir?He nodded eagerly and took a sip, longer than intended. He was half hoping that she would be having second thoughts to. He would then let her go, would probably even let her keep the money. Why did he have to act on sudden impulses?Well, to be honest, he rarely did, but when he did?She drank too, then lowered her eyes.?I...sometimes think about...how it would be...to...to sell my body to a stranger...to a mature gentleman...one that is both caring but also demanding...very demanding?She paused to put her glass on the counter. When he put his hands on her shoulders, she slipped into a tight embrace.?...A gentleman who will...make me learn all the tricks in the books??What kind of books are you reading?She giggled with her face buried in his armpit. He tried, but his arms were not long enough to reach her behind. ?But...i don´t suppose that you have...employed me to...cuddle...? she said, leaning back while trying hard to keep a straight face. Her arms fell down her sides. He could see that it was hard for her to not smile. ?You never asked any questions, Jinü??That can wait, sir.?Take your shirt off..?Ahh? she gasped and let her eyes meet his briefly. He could see the fire in them. She began unbuttoning the shirt, starting from the top. There was absolutely no expression on her face. ?Promise one thing?.That you will tell me if you want this?.arrangement to end??Okay...but I don´t think that will happen, sir..Then she let the shirt and cardigan slide off her narrow shoulders. Suddenly she was only wearing a plain white bra. Her lips were slightly parted and her chest rose and sank with each breath she took. ?Take your bra off? he said, trying to sound strict, but not really being good at that. ?Yes, Stu?She took the bra off quickly and threw it over his shoulder, in the general direction of the hallway where at lease some of her clothes still were. ?Now I am completely at your...service, sir,? she said, looking at his chest, ?You can lock my clothes away, to make sure that I don´t run away before my...assignment is over?.?I...shall keep that in mind, but I doubt that it will be necessary, Jinü? he said and drank a little wine. He had begun to wonder what he had gotten him self into. He sat down on one of the stools in front of dining counter. His moral compass told him that this was very wrong, but he knew that he would not be able to stop, not now. ?Let me see what i´ve...purchased,? he said, his voice hoarse, can you climb up here?He pointed at the counter top.?Yes, sir?It was not an easy task, since she was not much more than 5 feet. First sitting, then kneeling on another stool (he held it, to prevent it from falling over), before she made the transfer to the black marble counter top. Stood on all four, facing him. He put his hand under her chin, kissed her mouth softly. ?Now..sit up, please?.She did that, sat very straight on her knees and her hands on her thighs. Her breasts were not very large, but pointy and the nipples were hard. Her pubic hair untrimmed but not very bushy. She gasped loudly when he laid his hand on her thigh. ?Will you...tie me if I am not co-operative? She asked.?Well, that??Because I want to try that. I have heard several from my university, very decent girls, talk about being...restricted by their...lovers.?I´ll keep that in mind?His hand slid a bit higher up her thigh. The tip of his fingers were touching the first fine and surprisingly straight strains of hair. Then she locked her tiny hand around his wrist, pulling his hand closer still. ?I think that you are a wild one? he said softly.?I´m a slut?.His fingers were touching her cunt lips now. He could hear how hard she was breathing. In the hallway her phone started ringing.?But only for this weekend?.A loud moan, as his finger slid inside. ?I...think that you like your new...role??Yes, sir? she moaned behind closed eyes. She put her free hand behind her and leaned back. He fought his impulse to unzip, throw her across the counter and just fuck her like crazy. She gasped as a second finger penetrated her.Deep. Now she had both her hands behind her back. He began to finger-fuck her slowly, while sipping some wine. ?I gonna make you come, Jinü..??AHH!?His thumb had found her clitoris. He rubbed it very, very gentle. Then he rose, put his other hand around her and kissed her mouth. She was riding his fingers now, impatient. He didn´t knew where his sudden confidence had come from, he had never seen him self as a sex guru (his ex wife certainly had not). He bent down, kissed her nipples. Suddenly she sat still, with his fingers deep inside her. Then she began giggling, covering her mouth with her hand. ?I told you, honey? he said, trying to act cool. She was sitting on the counter top with her glass in hand and otherwise in a classic mermaid pose. She was still naked and certainly not used to be that amongst others. ?I must admit that I did not expect you to start like that...? she said, not looking at him.?The situation excites you...hence, you came quickly?She giggled into her glass. t?You have paid me a lot of money??I know, Jinü??You can demand much more of me?Yeah, you want to play an expensive...well, prostitute??Exactly, sir? she said and twitched a little as he put his hand on her knee. That too, made her giggle. Then her face grew serious. She moved on the counter top, turned her back towards him, but kept looking at him over her shoulder.?There is so many thing i´ve never tried?.She gasped softly as he put a warm hand on her behind. ?Interesting...can you be more specific..?She turned her back a little more towards him. ?Look, I am 24 and I seriously think that I am the least...experienced girl from my university...I´ve heard the other girls talk?He bent down, kissed each of her white buttocks softly.?You..are not being very specific??Look...you have...bought me, you can do want you want to with me??I have merely employed you, Jinü??You should be more...demanding, sir?She gasped softly as he let a fingertip penetrate her rear.?Not all women likes that?She said nothing. Stu put his now empty glass aside. He was not quite sure that they were on the same page.?Okay..When you are alone...in the shower or in your bed...and you start to feel a little horny...and your pussy gets all wet?She gasped.?..What fuels your imagination???There is several things, sir??Good...give me an example, Jinü??Noooo??Please tell me??I can not...okay..I can only pass my exams, if my professor can...use my body...in every way he wants to?She covered her face in her hands, even though she had her back to him. ?I´m not an expert, but I don´t think that that is a very unusual fantasy, especially amongst young women??Oh?.?But not all have the courage to do something about it?He rose. The stool fell over, but he didn´t seem to notice. His fingers was still inside her ass. ?And he is not easy to please...? she said from behind her hands. ?Look, I just had a divorce, I can be hard to please too...Now, take your hands away and look at me, Jinü?.She leaned back against him and looked up at him. Her glasses made her eyes look larger than they really were. ?Have you ever had a...dominating lover before?She shook her head rapidly. ?Are you sure that my...fantasy is not?.uncommon, sir???Yes, we can google it later, but I would say it is way over 50% of all women that have those...dreams??Mine is worse...it don´t stop with you?.fucking my...anus!?Good?.I shall try to treat you...accordingly.?My name is not Jinü...it means...whore in Chinese...you should treat me as your...property, sir...ahhhhShe paused as he pressed a second finger up her rear.?You need to be strict with me, sir??Not all of the time..??Most of the time!The finger slipped out of her rear. ?Look, we need to think about dinner soon?.Get on the floor, Jinü?.She nodded and began to climb off the counter. She looked at him quickly, then dropped to her knees in front of him.?Open my trousers...? he said, placing a hand behind her head. Her hands flew up, opened his belt, then his trousers. Pulled his cock out. He had an erection, had more or less had one since he had made the first remarks toward her. ?You know what to do, don´t you?..?Yes sir..?Pulling his foreskin back, she took him into her mouth, began blowing him. ?My fuse might be a bit short, on the first round at least?She made a short sound, with her mouth full of cock. He could see that her eyes were closed. She held around the base of his cock with two fingers. Her tongue tickling the underside of the head. He could feel that it was going to be a quick one.?You are not without talent, but you need practice?She looked up at him and nodded quickly. Not loosing her rhythm. His fingers, sticky with her pussy´s juices ran through her long black hair.?Not letting you go now?Her head jerked back a little. His quick ejaculation obviously caught her by surprise. Her forehead wrinkled but she never tried to get away. ?Am I being too strict, Jinü?? he asked, pushing her head back.?No, sir?She was looking up at him, still tasting his semen. It looked as if she didn´t know whetherto swallow or spit it all out. ?Swallow!?She did, looking up at him with a little smile. Then she leaned forwards, began kissing his cock, even though it was shrinking.?Do you still like your new role??Yes, sir??I need to take a piss?She started to get up, but stopped. Suddenly both his hands were on her narrow shoulders, not letting her get up. ?Here, sir? ?she asked, her eyes wandering around the elegant kitchen, ?do you have an extra toothbrush I can have???Good point...I have extra heads for my electric toothbrush...would that do??Wait, do I have to clean up after?? she asked, sitting down and pulling her knees up to her chin. ?That was the plan...since you have emphasized that you are my property?She gasped. He began to worry that he had taken it one step too far. He had read that all adult video services were banned in China.?Are you serious, sir? she asked, looking up at him.?Well, if you don´t move, you´ll soon find out..He spread his legs a little. His cock was hanging limb out of his boxers. Very slowly, she stretched her legs in front of her, put them between his feet. ?You can move, if you want to?.?I...I know, sir??Look, since this is your first time, i´ll let you control when it lands...i´ll let you hold my...penis...but hurry, please?She sat up straight on the floor, held his cock between 3 fingers. He let out a deep sigh and she gasped loudly as the first golder jet landed on her chest. He looked down at her. She caught his eyes. Her mouth was a big O in silent surprise. ?There is more?She nodded. The the flow began, a more steady flow this time. She was aiming at her small tits while looking at him.?You decide, honey..?Not honey, Jinü?She corrected the aim. Her throat and shoulders??Jinü, then?She gasped, letting his jet land on her chin, then into her open mouth. Soon his piss was running down her cheeks. Then she began to giggle, had to lower her face, letting urine run out while letting the stream wetting her long, black hair.Then she sat up straight, looking at him, letting him piss on her chin and in her mouth. As the stream began to lessen, she leaned towards him, to catch the last of the drops. She finally spat the last mouthful out on the floor.?Give me a towel, right now, sir!??On sec, Jinü?.When she showered he washed the kitchen and hallway floors. Then he left her shirt outside the ground floor bathroom door and put the rest of her clothes on top of the refrigerator. She would be able to get it without his help if she wanted to, but she would have to stand on a chair. When he heard her open the door, he started to make dinner. Nothing fancy, just a pasta carbonara and a quick salad. He was, after all, a bachelor again. ?You can call me Wei,? She said looking wonderful in her white shirt and with a pink towel wound around her long hair, ?but when you want to fuck me, I want you to only call me Jinü??Okay, Wei?He paused while he drank a little wine. She had hardly touched her second glass yet and she seemed to avoid eye contact. He was certain that he had gone too far. ?You are free to leave if you want to?What?..but why, sir??Well, I thought that maybe we started off a bit...strong??Strong, but...not too strong, sir??Ohh??You must try to be strong and strict with a woman??Not all women!?I think all women needs a strict man??Oh, do shut up, silly cunt?She gasped. Then after a few second she began eating again. Was there a hint of a smile lurking at the corner of her mouth?She ate slowly, as one not quite used to using a knife and fork.