Return Encounter

This is actually sort of true. I actually once knew a biology major with an oriental girlfriend who separated from her for a while because he entered a distant study program, and years later I saw a photo of them together in a group at a dinner of a scientific society. So I imagined them taking up where they left off…
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When Naomi Hatara graduated from high school, she wanted to attend the University of Maryland at College Park, but her parents were urgent about getting her to discontinue the relationship with her high-school boyfriend. It may be that they felt the hulking Robert Hairston represented too great a threat to her virginity and her marriage prospects to a good Japanese boy.

Her parents, if so, did not realize that her chances on the latter were not great — and they probably never guessed that she had already given Robert the former. She was sent to San Francisco State and to live with her grandmother. Who, as it turned out, was more willing to indulge the girl in such matters than her parents were. All the old woman required was that she date decent and smart men, and she gave them a hard but unbiased screening for that.

But the pressure of studies at college and the strictness of the supervision still meant that Naomi Hatara barely dated during her first year at college. And any more physical activity was reduced to nothing.

The studying came easier, or with more assurance, in her sophomore year, and the regulation of her behavior was also somewhat relaxed. Between those two factors, she dated several fellow students, and early in the year she went all the way with one of them on a dark grassy hill at night. That was on the third date with him, and on the fourth she learned that she really did not know him as well as she thought.

But in the next year she met Lewis Bicking. He was a year or so older than her, but much more mature than the competition in most ways than the couple of years would indicate. She fell for him in a big way, and he was very good for her as well as good in bed.

The problem was, he was also very good in his specialty of ichthyology. He was offered a place at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute for his senior year and the summer before it. The only way they could avoid being parted was for her to marry him, and for several reasons that was not practical. There was no way she could maintain her class schedule while commuting to a college in that area, her parents would not pay for the transfer anyway, and if she dropped out there was no way to guarantee work near Woods Hole and he could not support her.

He suggested marriage to her anyway, while they stayed a continent apart, but Naomi was too timid and not sure that she was ready for that. She was concerned that her appetites would give her too much temptation while he was away — though she was not certain that she would find anyone else quite as tempting. Still, on their last day together she tried to store up a supply of Lewis to last a while.

So they bid farewell to each other for at least fifteen months — which then became a full twenty-four when he was given a graduate project. The letters tapered off.

During that time, Naomi dated others, and she made full love to two of them. Yet it seemed to her that no one satisfied her emotionally or even sexually nearly as well. And despite the lack of promises to Lew, she did not feel comfortable about it.

Then a matter of a week or so after her graduation, she came back from a job interview to find a note that Lew was going to be back in San Francisco soon. That and a phone conversation that night reignited all her old emotions and maybe her passions, though that she was not sure of yet. She never asked Lew if he had any women during those two years. (It seemed quite possible he did not; Woods Hole did not have many, and he tended to get intense when he worked.).

He moved back soon after, to an apartment that his brother had found for him. Lew called Naomi on the day that he arrived back in town. He told her that he would like to meet her on the next Saturday, and she agreed.

So on that Saturday, Naomi Hatara put on black chinos, a white blouse, a denim jacket, loafers, and a pair of goggles over her round glasses, and rode her bicycle across town to 1278 Strauss Street.

As she rode, she thought about the warm weekend afternoons they had spent together swimming in the pool at the college and how graceful his body had looked slipping through the water. She thought also about other afternoons and evenings they had spent together and how his graceful body felt in her arms, slipping into her. And she thought most of all about whether they could recapture that, or whether the years had brought too many changes in either or both of them for things ever to be the same. Or was it just a fleeting romance which would now have been long over regardless?

One thing she was sure of as she felt the rhythmic pumping of the bicycle between her legs, over these hills, and that was that the rhythmic pumping of Lewis Bicking between those legs was a thing she missed very greatly. And that she liked the places that he took her a lot more.

Lew Bicking saw her slowly coasting down the street and scanning for house numbers, and he was at the front door of his apartment house as she struggled her bike across the sidewalk. He took the weight from her and led the way up the narrow staircase and into his place. As he did, he thought of the times he had held her weight in his arms, either lifting her for a kiss or lowering her onto his upright penis.

He leaned the bicycle against the wall in one corner and gave Naomi the extended tour, which took only two minutes. He had not had any furniture to move in, and the little he had now was picked up in three days at Goodwill and Salvation Army stores before the apartment was ready for him. This was a kitchen table, four non-matching chairs (good ones, though), two worn sofas, a dresser, a large bed, and an end-table in the bedroom. Also bookshelves and a lot of books, mostly still boxed. The pictures on the walls were brought from his parents' home, where they had been for the last year.

On the other hand, the large living room was covered in a deep off-white carpet, installed and abandoned by the previous tenant. Lew had used a vacuum-cleaner on it, but it badly needed to be thoroughly, maybe professionally, cleaned. It made Lew feel guilty to think about that, so he tried not to.

Naomi, on the other hand, thought it was great even as it was. She took off the goggles (though the glasses she wore were not much smaller) and as she hung them over the handlebars of the bike, she bent to run one hand through the pile. As he watched her, he recalled how it felt to move his fingers through the hair on her head — and, more gently, through another patch of her hair.

They sat at the kitchen table (in the living room) drinking coffee and nibbling on cheese and cookies, glancing out the window at times, for over an hour. Their eyes were otherwise downcast as they talked, giving each other edited or at least abridged versions of what they had done for the last year. Neither wanted to spend much time looking at the face of the other, because that would make the doubts and indecisions about their old relationship become too sharp. Lew knew only too well what a good look into those solid black eyes could do to him.

But neither felt right talking to the other while staring out the window, and focusing on the center of the table — well, any motion on the other's part drew attention, and that drew the focus to the other's body, and that just brought up the doubts and indecisions (and sweet memories) by a different path.

Lew Bicking was thinking of how sweet Naomi's smile was, and remembering another satisfied smile she sometimes had — no, always had — as she lay in his arms and his bed in the afterglow of coitus. He thought of how her voice sounded last Sunday when he spoke to her and invited her to his new apartment. And thinking of her smile and her voice made him glance at her mouth, and think therefore of how she kissed him when they met today, and how her kisses had been years ago — much better, because those kisses were not in public on the street, and often led to better things. He thought also of how Naomi used her mouth in another way and on another part of him than his lips, and how that part of him fit so very well into her, and how it felt there and what it did to her, and what that did to him… And he wondered how she felt about him now.

At last Naomi remembered the house-warming gift she had brought for Lew. It was a cubical battery-operated weather radio, useful to anyone but especially to someone concerned with ocean conditions. She had strapped the box onto the bicycle.

She went to the corner, telling Lew she had a present for him, and he followed her. Naomi took it from the box, showed it to him, and told him what it was. The last part was not really necessary, but he smiled broadly, thanked her, and bent to kiss her on the lips. This time that last part made a big difference.

Naomi knew when their lips touched that at least a lot of the old fire was still there. How much, she wanted to find out. She thought to herself that the radio was a cube, was solidly built, wasn't going to be harmed by being dropped a few feet — as she let it fall to the floor and raised her arms around Lew and opened her mouth.

She wanted him as much as she ever had, if not more.

Lew's arms in their turn now descended to the middle of her back and held her to him as his tongue entered and circled hers like two fat earthworms trying to pass in a tunnel built for one. Very soon things passed from his holding her to his holding her up, and then to his following her down to the soft deep comfort of the carpet.

"That at least has not changed," she whispered to him. "You are every bit as wonderful at that as years ago."

"I can't say the same about you," he replied. "You are much better than I />
Naomi groaned and pushed his shoulder back, to pin him to the floor. She rolled up and straddled him, sitting just enough off his stomach that he could stand the weight
and barely high enough that she could kiss him deeply again, this time being the aggressor.

This forward action on her part may have done something for her ego, for her psychology, and was a nice variation for Lew, but the total effect exhausted her and she lay across him soon to rest. He liked that too.

Naomi could now feel the warm insistent pressure of him against the crotch of her chinos, and it grew with the new angle as he had her sit up so that he could remove her denim jacket and toss it aside. She leaned forward then and let her legs straighten, so that she lay entirely on his body and his hands massaged her back, less to relax than to arouse her.

"Oh — oh — oh!" she said.

Then he rolled her so that they lay side by side and he kissed her mouth. Lew put one arm around her and let the other hand roam freely up and down her clothing. Naomi did the same a little later, and when her hand settled on the hard tube of his erection, he was sure she wanted him to move to the next stage.

He broke the kiss, then lay her on her back and resumed it. When next he raised his head, she stared at him with a moist and open mouth and a half-glazed half-dazed look in her eyes. That continued while he unbuttoned the white cotton blouse and spread it open.

"Yes," she whispered.

Lew drank in for a moment the beauty of the combination of her golden skin and the turquoise bra she wore. Then he kissed her lips quickly again and continued down her neck and between her breasts and on to her navel, which he tickled with the tip of his tongue. Naomi squirmed and pulled him back to her mouth.

She raised her body again, kicking off her loafers, and he slid the blouse from her shoulders and set it to one side. Now she continued the motion, rising over Lew again to open his shirt and draw it down to his chest, kissing and nipping and touching as the impulse came. While she was there his hands rose up and touched the clasp on the back of her bra.

Naomi trembled as he did that, but she whispered "Yes" again and he continued. He slid the brightly-colored straps over her shoulders and down her arms to uncover her moderate but perfect breasts. And after the clothing fell onto his chest, his fingers rose to her mounds and nipples, and she trembled again.

She let out a long slow breath at the contact.

Now he moved her forward and drew one already-full nub with his lips, then the other. He lay her back on the carpet, dropping off his shirt and her brassiere on the pile of clothing.

His tongue now wandered from her mouth to her nipples and back again until she was becoming visibly impatient. Then he pulled down the zipper on her black chinos and tugged them off. He gazed at and happily touched the golden legs between which he had found such silky golden delight so long ago.

"That feels so wonderful," she said.

"Yes, you do," he replied.

His hand went up to part her legs and barely touch the bottom of the turquoise panties that were all she now wore. She looked wet and ready, and a slightly firmer touch confirmed this. He took the clothing in his hand and she arched her hips to let him expose the last of her oriental treasures.

But now, to his surprise, she moved aside. She gently pushed him back and scrambled to her feet.

Ignoring his statements of puzzlement, she stood naked over him, then knelt to untie his shoes and remove them, then his socks. The belt on his pants came next, and then the slacks themselves.

When he was reduced to only a plain white pair of briefs, Naomi lay beside him again and ran one hand over the cloth where it bulged from the sign of his desire for her.

Her breathing was heavy and irregular in his ear.

Then she leaned forward to lower his last covering and brought it off his body, and his erection rose with the restraint removed. Her left hand rested on his stomach, her right grasped the shaft, and her small mouth opened and descended straining around the circumference.

The pleasure that Lew felt was so exquisite that he deeply regretted having to tell Naomi that she had excited him too much before for him to last long this way, and they had best be more conventional if she was to get anything from it.

"I get a great deal from this," she whispered. "A great deal from seeing and feeling your pleasure. But yes, yes, I want you in me!"

And so they shifted position yet again. But the delay from that and what they said to each other allowed Lew to cool off a little and regain control. He did not force his way completely into her in one stroke a half-second long and then explode –which is what he had felt he had to do, and perhaps what she also wanted at that moment.

Instead his hand caressed her opening, spreading and teasing it as he moved into position above her. At the first contact between genitals, he paused and looked into Naomi's eyes, with the head of his raging stand barely parting her labia but perfectly positioned. He savored the look in her dark eyes of hunger for him.

His body stayed there, but his head bent now to kiss her lightly on the lips. Then his hips came down very slowly, sliding into her bit by controlled bit, advancing less than an inch more with each inward stroke, until the last fraction when his will power broke.

He could not tell if he wanted her so much that he was very sensitive, or that Naomi was tense and therefore could not relax inside, but she seemed very tight and the pressure was great. For her too, it appeared.

With that first full insertion came Naomi's first orgasm. Her second took perhaps another half-dozen strokes, her third ten more. Neither of them kept count after that, but they reached a point where the strokes became too swift to ever be distinguished and Naomi's heels beat the rug like drums and her nails dug into his back to leave little scars of passion.

When she felt the hot fluid shooting far up into her, her mouth opened and her cheekbones raised to give her a beautiful expression of intense pleasure which had been haunting his memory for two years, but was just as he remembered it to be. And that expression made him drive into her a little further, a little harder.

They slept there on the carpet for a time, then awoke and showered together and retreated to his bed to nap again. It was four o'clock, five hours after Naomi's arrival, when they woke again. This time the petting and fondling led her to kiss and then to engulf his growing manhood, as he moved her hips above his face. And so they held a classic 69 for some minutes. Then he said to Naomi, "I have an idea, I want to try />
And she rolled to one side. Lew then scooted his body down until his feet and legs were on the floor and his hips were almost off the bed. This made his manhood stand out more than before, and Naomi was amused and more eager to return to where she was.

And so she did, and so did he. But now he soon raised his upper body, removing one hand from Naomi's body to steady himself. This caused his hips to slip a little more and the top of her head to be below the level of the bed. And then he stood.

His arms had wrapped around Naomi's body, his mouth and tongue were as before deep into her core, her black hair hung straight down below her head, their bodies were pressed together, and every bit of his erection was now inside her mouth and throat.

Lew staggered forward and turned, and at the last he leaned against the wall, legs braced, and his burrowing twisting tongue made her hips shake in orgasm at almost the moment she accepted a load of semen in her throat. The fear of injury from his falling or his dropping her perhaps made that rush of ecstasy all the sweeter.

Since Naomi still lived with her grandmother, she could not spend the night with him, but she left late and was back early in the morning. They spent every available moment together for some time, and a lot more after they were married.

story by: Otzchiim

Tags: fiction asian consensual sex male/female romance interracial sex story

Author: Otzchiim

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