Sai nodded sleepily and slid back down into bed. I gave her a cola-flavoured kiss, sweet but non-fattening, and headed off to uni to get some work done, taking my sports bag with me, to get some gym-time in if I could.
I got home about 6, to find her sitting around in sweatpants and a t-shirt, watching TV with a big bowl of popcorn. She beamed at me, standing up on the couch to kiss me, then dropping back down cross-legged, watching another American cop show.
“Sai, let’s go, don’t you want to go to Chinatown?” I asked puzzled at her lack of enthusiasm, and she looked at me strangely. “Not really Harry, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Let’s order-in from that place round the corner, I could go a Thai right now!”
I looked at her, now even more puzzled, and asked her again, getting a mumbled reply, her face reddening.
“Sai, what’s the matter, why can’t we go to Chinatown? I thought you loved the food there?”
Sai looked at me directly. “Harry, I can’t go there with you, it would be… inappropriate for me to be seen with you, out with you there of all places. The locals wouldn’t understand, they’d think I was with a white man because I was a Gai, and I won’t have that!”
“Sai, what the hell is a Gai?” I asked, completely at sea. Another mumbled reply. I gently turned her head so she was looking directly at me.” Sai Fong, what does it mean, what’s a Gai?”
Sai looked embarrassed. “It’s a prostitute, Harry, the locals think the only young Chinese women who go with Englishmen are prostitutes, they’d think I was on the game, that’s why I don’t want to go anywhere near Chinatown.”
Now I felt embarrassed, realising how complex and different Sai’s mother culture really was, relieved I’d just avoided a major gaffe.
“OK, we can order Thai, or Indian, or Chinese, or pizza, or maybe fried chicken, what’s your heart’s desire?” Sai Fong grinned. “I want Thai, I feel the need for Pad Thai, Ba Mee Moo Dang for you, you’ll love it, Moo Ping pork and Kow Pad to share and Boa Loy for dessert. Thai food’s good for you, builds up the essences, makes you horny, what are you waiting for, Harry, order!”
After a long leisurely meal with Sai, I stretched out, feeling at peace with the world. Sai Fong looked especially adorable in her t-shirt and baggy sweats, and watching her watching TV was really very absorbing. After a while, she noticed my scrutiny, smiling sidelong at me, and slid over to sit on my lap, slipping her hand inside my shirt to rub and squeeze my chest and lat’s, grinning happily.
“You went to the gym, I can feel your muscles, they feel all hot and hard! Yum! Can I give you a massage, a real massage?”
Of course I said yes, so Sai jumped off me, and we headed into the bedroom, me shedding my clothes until all I had on were my shorts.
“OK Harry, on the bed, face down!” ordered Sai, and I complied, placing a pillow under my chin and resting on my folded arms. I felt her climb on the bed, and next thing I knew, she was stepping onto my back, standing and pressing my back muscles and vertebrae with her feet. I’d heard of this, seen it in films, but this was the first time I’d had it done to me, and it was an incredible experience. She held onto the headboard, and slowly tramped up and down my back, pressing my joints and pushing the bones back into line, using just the balls of her feet and her weight, from the small of my back to the nape of my neck; it was the most amazing feeling. She dropped down to sit and then kneel in the middle of my back, and asked me to stretch my arms out, I obliged and she took firm hold of my biceps, put her knee between my shoulder blades, and leaned back sharply using all her weight. My cervical and thoracic vertebrae all snapped and crackled at once, loosening me immediately, the sensation was incredible. I looked back over my shoulder at her, and saw she was naked, which just topped off the whole experience for me; you should try it sometime, all you need is a bed, a beautiful exotic Eurasian girl who’s in love with you, and she should be naked; I can’t emphasise this last bit too much!
I rolled around, catching her and pulling her to me, grinning as she smiled back.
“Where did you learn to do that, princess?” I asked. Sai grinned impishly.
“Dad used to let me do it when I was small, Ah-Ma taught me the basics, but I’ve been walking on dad’s back since I was about 4, he even used to ask me when I came here — fully clothed, I hasten to add, on the lounge carpet!”
I eased her down and kissed her soundly, Sai wriggling against me, rubbing my expanding cock through my shorts, making me gasp in anticipation, my hands rubbing her bum cheeks, holding her close by her lovely bottom, tongue darting in and out of her mouth. Sai pulled away from me, smiling wickedly, sliding down to pull down my shorts so my cock swung up, licked her lips and slid them over the swollen head. She tongued the slit in the end, sharp sensations shooting through me as her tongue slid through the little furrow, and began to suck in earnest, her cheeks bellowsing as she suctioned me, making the head swell even more. I reluctantly eased her off me, this was too quick, to short-lived, I wanted to play for longer, and slid her onto her back, parting her thighs and moving up to lick and taste her most intimate flesh, sliding my tongue in between her flushed labia, the slim lips already plumping up as they swelled in response to her arousal, releasing even more of her fresh tangy scent.
I pushed my tongue firmly between her labia, exploring inside her, licking and rubbing my tongue everywhere I could reach, tasting her soft juices as they ran freely, flicking her clitoris as it made it appearance, looking shiny and engorged. She sighed and jumped every time I licked her clit, and now as I sucked gently on it, licking it gently with my tongue tip, Sai groaned, her pussy convulsing as she orgasmed, thighs drumming around my head as her orgasm raced through her.
I slipped my tongue out of her, and, while she was still shaking, shoved my tongue tip into her soaking anus as hard as I could, making her shriek as she came again, her back arching in the extremity of her orgasm. She began to come down and I moved over her, sliding my cock into her in one long slow thrust, her eyes snapping open at this sudden invasion, and then she smiled as she began to move against me. I was enjoying the sight and feel of her as I pumped, but Sai had other ideas.
“Harry, stop, please, I want you to… oooh God!” as I slid out of her, her face screwing up as another orgasm hit her, She swallowed, and said to me “Baby, like this, please…” and rolled onto her front, her hands on her buttocks, sliding one finger into her moist slippery anus. I watched, fascinated, cock thrumming like a guitar string as she worked herself, then slid her finger out and pulled her cheeks apart.
“There Harry, now, go there…”
I positioned my cock head against her tight little hole, and slowly pushed forward, her ring slowly stretching to accommodate me, the whole of her puckered ring being forced inwards by my cock intruding into her most secret place. Sai was murmuring and gasping into the pillow as I slid further in, and when I had finally sunk all the way in, she lay silent, breathing in shallow gasps. I began to withdraw, her eyes snapping open and her eyes bulging.
“OHHH MY GOD! OH GOD, HARRRY, YESSS, OOHH GOD, YESS, DO THAT, OH FUCK YESS, DO THAT, YESS!” she screamed, and as I pumped slowly into her again, she began gabbling incoherently, bucking against me, forcing her lovely buttocks against my stomach as she slid herself onto me again. I don’t know how long we fucked like this, my cock buried deep in her velvety anus, but Sai was orgasming almost continuously, the sensation of her cervix fluttering in orgasm rippling and drumming against my tightly constricted cock.
At last, I could hold back no longer, and groaned out loud as I came, shooting jets of spunk into her insides, 6 or 7 strong jets powering out of me and into her. The feel of me coming inside her set her off again, and we climaxed together, joined together in a world of sexual release and satisfaction.
My cock slid out of her at last, and I collapsed on the bed next to Sai Fong, almost paralysed with fatigue, my orgasm draining me of strength. Sai rolled against me, slipping her arms around my waist and pulling herself closer, lightly kissing and nibbling my neck, throat, chin, my ears and lips, maintaining contact, keeping connected.
I held her in close to me, and kissed her passionately, letting my lips tell her what she already knew, that I loved her and wanted her, and hugged her tight, keeping her safe against me all night long.
For three more weeks our lives fell into a pattern, almost a routine, but not nearly as mundane. I would go off to work early morning, Sai going out sightseeing, touring any and every museum, art gallery and collection she could legitimately get into, plus a few she sneaked or blagged her way into, or rummaging around the booksellers and antique dealers on Portobello Road, and on the weekends we’d find a club or a good wine bar and pretend we were sophisticated Londoner’s, or go dancing somewhere new and interesting.