Horny Chinese divorcee (part three)

Following my sexual experiences since being divorced, I'd begun to dress slutty, heavy on the lipstick. This had brought some critical comments from my conservative Chinese mother, and my two children had also noticed the changes in me. But my sex drive was really high and I wanted to broaden my experience with men.

I had a couple of regular partners but still needed more. Friday night which is the best night for dance lounge visits in Hong Kong - crowded, standing room only, live music, dimly lit dance area, easy to share the spotlight with other women and girls who were dressed sexy too.

I took a long, hot bath, and have discovered that I can increase my internal sexual heat by bringing to the tub a few printed out erotic stories downloaded from the Internet. Just browsing the stories. It was just this type of reading that got my mind off in this erotic direction in the first place. Yes, we also think many of the sex stories are fiction and male imagination, but some seemed more real .. and the sum  total left me with the desire to experiment.

That evening, I wore a very white one-piece minidress, accented with a wide red leather belt, red heels, very red lipstick, nylons and a few pieces of costume jewelry.

Have I worn garters before? Yes, but usually on special occasions and with dresses that can carry it off well. Probably too young for a 40-year-old like me, but I didn't care.

May I say here that my language at home is pretty tame, but in this story I'll describe things the way men are more accustomed to. Language different than I allow myself at home, near family.

Mother was disapproving when she arrived to look after the kids. She knew well enough what I'd been doing. "You look like a slut. You're a mother and have children to look after. Shouldn't be hanging around bars looking for foreigners. People are talking about you." I didn't want to argue.

I left the house around 9 pm and went to an upmarket bar in Central. I am sexually very stimulated at being able to play with this sex lifestyle, but I am also on the reserved side in personality, and more submissive in nature. So dressing slutty in public and being reserved in private is like colliding worlds. I don't calm down and relax until after about 10 minutes inside the lounge, and it helps to be dancing.

As expected it's crowded inside. The band is playing loudly and my eyes take a while to adjust to the low lighting. I'm immediately approached by a man who buys me a drink and though I'm not attracted to him, I take it and engage in conversation just so I can keep busy for a bit. We even dance one number. I'm feeling better now, and my eyes begin to take in a wider perspective of the crowd.

I side step off by myself for a moment and an older man (maybe 45) asks me to dance. He's quite handsome and well dressed. I do and we go for three dances, both slow and fast, and he's quite nice. He's also quite horny and had enough to drink that he's looking oh so very relaxed. I was getting a little aroused too and allowed him to hold me pretty firmly around the waist as we talked a while near the bar stools. It wasn't necessarily my desire to stay until the place closed, but to have a nice, hopefully exciting sexual experience, and then go home to my children.

So even though this man had a lot to drink, I was considering him for what he might be capable of giving me in the way of raw sex and quick romance if we were to go off somewhere. But I was having some doubts as to how this was going to work out.

Fortunately I hadn't committed myself yet, and could still comfortably dash off to dance with another man from time to time, or make a trip to the restroom without this man getting upset. And after one of these quick trips to the restroom, a much younger guy named Rick approached me and asked to dance.

We did and ended up dancing all the way until the band took a break. I admitted to him that I was divorced with kids. Rick maintained his flirtatious interest. He looked 18 or 19 years my junior maybe in his late 20s. He had to know the obvious difference though.

The band began another set and we were back on the dance floor. It was so crowded that couples were constantly brushing against each other, lightly bumping. I was strongly attracted to Rick, so it was an exciting feeling for him to draw me in close, with his arm around my
waist. Mine were around his neck.

As he let his hands roam down the sides of my dress and softly around my bottom, I was feeling relaxed and increasingly hot. I just let my body follow his as we moved slowly around the dance floor, and then I could feel his erection pushing from inside his pants, and
against my abdomen. He was commenting on my perfume and  the softness of my skin and the silkiness of my dress.

His hands were starting to find a home on my rear and he pulled me closer to him...closer to his manly erection.

I found myself helping him a little, though more subtly. I was having heated fantasies about the power of Rick's penis. It is an everlasting sensation I have about the impregnating nature of a man's cock. I imagined Rick's penis trying so hard to work its way to my pussy to
impregnate me with his very potent sperm... to mate with me and the leave me laying open legged on the floor somewhere sperm ladened and completely sated. It's just a reoccurring fantasy. An oriental thing...

When the dance ended, I excused myself for a moment to go to the restroom. I walked through the crowd, down the hall and before getting to the bathroom, found that the older man had followed me. He was still very nice, still very horny. Looking even older under the brighter lights, but that didn't make any difference to me really. There was still something attractive and adventurous about him.

He put his hands around my waist and pulled me towards him. He wanted to dance some more and knew I was with the younger man right now, but he wasn't troublesome. Maybe that's why I felt comfortable with him. I was nice to him and permitted his hands to explore the silky material of my dress and take a quick liberty with my breasts before I leaned forward and gave him a nice kiss on the lips and told him it would be great to talk with him again on another evening, but I had to leave for the moment. He was very cooperative. More so than some would have been.

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In the restroom, I put on some more lipstick, then in a stall, I inserted my only birth control, an IUD. I never insisted on a condom. From a pay phone in the restroom I made a quick call home to mother who was cold in her response to me saying I'd be late.

Back on the dance floor, Rick's roaming hands had quickly reactivated the rock hardness in his crotch and I gave him a light kiss on the lips to make sure it didn't go away.

After two more slow dances he took me by the hand and led me outside to his car, which was right out front. We drove up to the Peak above Hong Kong and found a darkened area to park. Rick kissed me and our tongues were soon probing each other's mouths. Rick was
consuming me, and I liked it that way.

He pulled down the elastic top of my dress; I wasn't wearing a bra. The warmth and softness of his hands on my breasts as he cupped them, squeezed them and pooched out the nipples so his mouth could softly clamp around them was way exciting.

Then I revealed to Rick my sensual desire...for him to cup his entire mouth over my tit and to suck as much in as he could, then move back and forth in a milking motion, stretching me out as far as he could and then back in. This is highly exciting to me and it drives me to new ecstasies as the sex foreplay goes on with a strange man.

I grappled at his pants and Rick undid his belt, his zipper and tried to slip off his pants. He had to step outside the car briefly to get them off.

Rick was wonderfully naked from the waist down in front of me and his hard cock went right into my mouth as I bent over to welcome him back inside the car. I also knew that the other couple could tell what I was now doing and that made me even more excited and I felt his hot shaft slide past my lips for the first time.

Rick hands went back to my breasts, as I continued to suck on him. I could feel Rick pulling up my dress over my ass, and trying to push down my nylons. We were both a little out of breath I managed to tell him I might not have enough room in the car to slide them off easily. But that I wanted to. He wanted me to get out of the car and come over to his side.

So we both stood outside of the car and I leaned against it with my back. Rick stood before me, and as I held up the hem of my dress to my waist, Rick gently pulled my nylons down and off my legs. He then slid my panties down, and before he rose back to his feet, his face
buried between my legs and he started kissing me there.

I was leaning against the car and actually had my left leg lifted slightly up and definitely out as Rick's tongue entered me and explored as far in as it could. My hand was at the back of his head, pulling him into me when I heard sounds coming for our left.

But instead I asked Rick to come up to me and kiss me. He stood up and embraced me, his penis was sticking out between my legs looking for a home. When it found it, Rick plunged in so fast and hard, that I winced a little then felt the car jiggling behind me as he began to
thrust in and out of me.

I was feeling very much like a bitch in heat. Rick was verbal and descriptive but also respectful. Secretly I was fantasizing about him not being so respectful as enjoyed sex with me, and in my own dream world, I was conjuring up his aggressive voice calling me his slut-
bitch and that I was his whore.

The Rick turned me around and wanted to fuck me from behind. I gave into the desire. I could feel him position himself up against my anal hole, but I quickly readjusted him to my vagina and leaned out farther for him.

He entered me from behind, grunting with each thrust as he shoved deeper and deeper into our mutual passions. I was the first to climax as my hands were sprawled across the trunk of the car and Rick's hands went from holding on to my tits, to holding on to my hips, as he
humped back and forth harder and harder.

Rick was also quick to come and I could sense it when he reached climax and he was ejaculating his cum inside of me. I knew when he had finished, but he didn't stop pumping me. He kept humping as long as he could keep it up and I let him. I was probably feeling more pleasure than he was at this point, and I thought it a new experience that a man would not stop so suddenly after climaxing and emptying himself of his cum.

For awhile we could hardly move, I was breathing so hard. Then I turned around and we embraced and held each other. Rick really wanted to sit down, so we got back in the car but not before throwing some clothes on first. Inside we reclined the seats and talked for awhile, recuperating. I put some lipstick on, a little perfume, we touched some more and did some light petting and kissing. I felt his cock and it was soft but I enjoyed looking at it and feeling it. He kissed me again and I exited his car.

It was after 2 a.m. when I arrived back home and mother was still wide awake, waiting for me. I always freshen my makeup before coming into the house, and then sat next to her. "I can smell the man on you. Look at yourself, dress all creased. You're behaving like a whore." She was right but I could not help myself.