Monsoon Fuck

It was raining hard, well, after all, it was the monsoon season. Yeah, monsoon. It’s a funny sounding word but believe me, the rain it produced wasn’t funny by any stretch of the imagination. It had been quite a few years since I was in Southeast Asia and some of the old memories were coming back to me. I was in what used to be called Saigon on what I loosely refer to as “business.” The company that I was in this city on behalf of had provided me with an office in an office building downtown (and I use the term loosely). I was looking out the window of that office (on the 7th floor) and wondering how the hell I was going to get the two blocks to my hotel. I sort of chuckled because there really was no “good way.” I decided though that I’d had enough for the day so I grabbed my umbrella (not that it would do much good) and locked up and headed for the elevator. Outside, it was as though there was a wall of water that descended from the heavens. I opened my umbrella and commenced getting totally drenched as I walked the two blocks to my hotel. I mean there was no use in running, it would only make me wetter.

One thing I will say about Asia, well, this part of Asia anyway, is that if you are an american business person and you are staying in a hotel in Ho Chi Minh City, you certainly get quite a lot for your dong, no pun intended. The Hotel used to be called the Eden Roc years ago and was now operated by Hilton, or Sheraton or one of those big hotel outfits. I was on the 15th floor in a suite. It was very comfortable, small kitchenette, mini bar, bedroom, large sitting room and “office.” It was comfortably furnished in western type décor. I was looking forward to getting out of these wet clothes, getting into a hot shower and just relaxing with one of the many books I had brought with me for this trip. I put the key into the lock of the suite door and opened. Instantly, I knew that either someone was there right now or had been there recently. There were fresh flowers on the bar that separated the kitchenette from the main sitting room. There was a pleasant, incense-like scent in the room. I was wondering as I took off my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt, what was going on.

“Mr. Jones, don’t be startled….”
I turned and saw this Asian woman dressed in what I thought was my bathrobe (it had the hotel monogram on it and I had been using it).
“Your company asked me to come over and keep you company.”

“Really?” I said, incredulously.
“Yes.” She said, simply and left it at that.
Well, asian women are small and they always have black hair and this woman was no exception. What was different about her, I noticed as she let the robe drop to the floor, is that she had larger breasts than most and I wondered if they were real. But, I wasn’t going to ask.
“Yes, they are all mine” she said in English that was almost unaccented, a rarity with Asians.

At this point, I didn’t know what to say. I felt kind of stupid standing there with this naked Asian woman. Well, I guess she didn’t leave me too much more time to feel stupid because she took my hand and led me back towards the bathroom and my bedroom. We got to the bathroom (which was very large and contained not only a shower, but a spa on sort of a pedestal). She began unbuttoning my shirt as I just stood there speechless. After she did this she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, easing them off me. I stepped out of them and watched silently as she folded them and walked across to the bedroom to hang them up.

“What, may I ask, are you doing, Miss?” I summed the energy to ask.
“Well, for starters, as you Americans would say, I am called Meg, not my real name, but that would be hard for you to pronounce. You look tired, and chilled from the heavy rain. I am going to bathe you and make you feel better.”
“Oh, I see.”

The spa was already filled and the steam was rising from the water. Meg poured something in the water and twirled it with her arm. She stepped down and put her hands in the waist band of my shorts and removed them for me. I have to say looking at this naked woman had started getting me a little bit hard, I mean, what the hell. Anyway, she commanded me (you know Asian women have this ability to sound commanding, whether or not that’s what they are intending) to step up into the spa. I did as I was told and damn, that water was hot at first, but was very relaxing. I don’t know what it was she put in the water, but I tingled all over. The next thing I knew, she was getting in the tub with me…well, it was a lot bigger than your normal, run of the mill, bath tub. She didn’t sit though but took this large sponge which she had positioned on the ledge of the spa and squirted some clear liquid on it. She began washing me….my back and shoulders and my chest. She told me to stand and when I did, she put the sponge down and squirted some of that clear stuff in her hands and rubbed them together. The next thing I knew, she was rubbing the insides of my thighs and then reached around and was soaping my ass, between the crack and all. Now she was gently washing my balls and my dick, which was getting kind of large. I mean it doesn’t do that when I wash myself, but standing there while a strange Asian woman is washing your cock, well, it was responding. She didn’t say anything but told me to sit down in the water. I did as she bade. She rinsed me off with the sponge and then told me to sit on the ledge of the spa. Once again, I yielded to her “command.” I was semi-hard and kind of getting turned on. I was sure it was improper “form” to say anything, so I just sat there as she took me in her hands.

“You’re growing, Mr. J.” she said without smiling.

She stroked the inside of my thighs again and without saying anything, put my cock into her mouth. She sucked in away that I had certainly never been sucked before. I got harder and harder and soon, the head of my prick was getting that shiny color it gets when it’s all excited. Without a word, she stopped, got up and told me to do the same. We got out of the tub and she led me down the two shallow steps to the floor of the bathroom where she reached for a large towel and began patting me dry. She took great care to be very gentle with my private parts (she even dried between my ass crack).
“Let’s go into your bedroom” she said.