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The Very Wet Girl

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She was a very petite Asian girl. Oh, she was 23, like me, but you could swear she was 15 or 16 by looking at her. Her nearly flat chest didn't help her look any older. I was quite attracted to her, but she had a boyfriend. Why she was acting flirty with me, I don't know. Anise was her name. We all called her Annie. She had a rather unique job. She was paid to go to music and sports events, and throw out mini frisbees with advertising on them. She'd take a bag of hundreds of these things out, and throw them into the audience before the show, at half-time, whatever. Something had gone wrong with her car. In desperation I'm sure, she contacted me after trying everything else. She needed a ride to Albany, 80 miles away to do an event. Yes, I could take her. I decided not to even mention payment. I was, and still am, of the notion that if you just do good things for people, it will come back to you in one way or another. Boy, was I right. So we get to the venue in a rather intense snow storm and she did her thing. We had intended to drive right home afterward, but the storm had become too intense. Fortunately, we were able to get the last room in the hotel where the event had taken place. I'm guessing minutes after we paid for the room, a hundred other people figured out they couldn't drive home either, and no doubt the place sold out. Because I try to be a helpful person, I called the front desk from our room and offered to let strangers who couldn't get a room of their own stay with us. But no, to my great relief, it was against some sort of health code or something to have other people in your room. So there we were, Annie and I. We had grabbed sandwiches at the 7-11 across the street, eaten them, and tried to find something of interest on the TV. The room had two queen beds. We each climbed into one. The TV was not very entertaining, and after a minute Annie announced she was going to take a shower. Good, I thought, I might get to glimpse her in her underwear or something. To my shock, she stepped out of everything, right there in front of me, as casually as if she were baking a cake. Boy, was she shapely! Oh, her tits were small, but I like them that way. Actually, they were somewhat larger than I had imagined. Her black curly hair all over her vagina was also very attractive to me. I imagined that I could actually make out a bit of her slit. But that lasted just a few seconds, as she went on into the bathroom. A minute later, I thought I heard her voice over the running water. "What?" "I said, aren't you going to join me?" Well, I didn't need an engraved invitation. My clothes were off in a second, and I hopped in the shower with Annie. I remember being very torn about my already raging erection. Should I let her see it? I mean, was it OK? Maybe I shouldn't jump in the shower and let her see me with a hard-on? Wouldn't that indicate to her that I 'want something?' But my hormones won that battle, and there I was in the shower with her, with my big (or so I like to think) erection right there for her to see. But she did more than that. She immediately grabbed it just as soon as we got the water temperature right. She didn't exactly wank me. She was just holding it, and saying complimentary things about it. Then she let go. I figured that was that. Nothing more sexual would happen between us. It wasn't that she was a tease. Quite the opposite, by holding my dick and being naked with me, she was doing something for me, evidently as much as she could allow what with having a boyfriend and all. So, I washed her back, and she washed mine. Interestingly, as she washed my back, she also washed my hairy ass very nicely. (I was already quite hairy from my 23 years.) Then she started washing farther and farther into my crack. When she touched my asshole, an electric shock shot through my whole body. It was heavenly. And it got better. She started pressing a finger actually into my butt, at least a little way. Unfortunately, the water started running cold, so we had to get out. She toweled off against one wall, I toweled off against the other. While we were drying, I asked, probably foolishly, "What about your boyfriend?" "Oh, we broke up a week ago." My heart skipped a beat with the possibilities that opened up. Annie could be mine! Imagine that, my girlfriend, if I played my cards right. I didn't quite know what to do, though. So, I turned the TV back on and climbed on my bed. She climbed on hers. Then she patted the blankets. She was inviting me over. So, of course, I came over to her bed, and sat next to her. She let her towel fall away, and I did the same. "There's something I've gotta tell you, however," said the prettiest Filipino girl in the world to me. I immediately felt alarm. Was she going to say she's gay? Was she going to tell me she has a disease? Was she going to tell me we might have casual sex, but could never be boyfriend and girlfriend? None of the above! She told me that she has a problem with liquid. She said she is a big-time squirter. She was actually afraid I might not like that. On the contrary, I was delighted at the though. I had only been with a few women, and none had been anything like that. In fact they mostly needed oil or cream before we could fuck. But Annie wasn't done. She said she doesn't like actual intercourse. She like 'playing' as she called it. We couldn't have been a better match. I don't like fucking either. Not all that much. Oh, I've done it, but I'm actually happier when a woman gives me a handjob, or maybe a blowjob. No, amend that. Handjob. I like giving and getting handjobs. I've never figured out why. Annie is the same way [Jst: So am I, really. Perhaps it is more common than I thought.] As we were talking, I noticed that her nipples were totally pointy. They were erect like my penis, so I did the obvious thing. I gently reached out, and started gently rubbing her nipples. She leaned forward and we kissed, and kissed, and kissed for perhaps five minutes, while I fondled her nearly flat breasts. At the same time, she was doing the same thing to my breasts. That was the first time anyone had done that to my nipples, and it felt great! Who would have figured? After a while, we ended up in a sort of 69 position where she was gently working on my dick and balls and I was experimenting with her pussy. I found her clit, and was just kind of squeezing and pulling it within her inner labia. She was obviously enjoying that particular attention, because she had let go of me and was just laying back on the bed and lightly moaning. She was right about the wetness. Her vagina had become quite slippery and wet. And oh, what a lovely natural fragrance, mixed with some sort of strawberry-like scent she had evidently put on right after the shower. She had been laying on a towel, and now I noticed that the towel was wet. There was a six-inch diameter wet spot under her butt from the juice coming out of her pussy. Weird, but delightful. I continued to play with her, now putting two fingers of my other hand deep into her. As I did that, she seemed to appreciate when I pushed in hard, while continuing to gently fondle her clit with the thumb and index finger of my right hand. She started bucking. Then, harder and harder until the whole bed was banging against the wall. And gushing. I'd never seen anything like it. She was actually peeing clear liquid in spurts around my fingers. Her orgasm lasted quite a while and came and went in waves. She just kept writhing and convulsing, so I kept up the attention. Finally, after perhaps seven or eight minutes, she was spent. The towel was totally soaked, and there was a ring of liquid around it on the blanket which had soaked through to the sheets below. I figured the maids in the morning would find that interesting. I laid down next to her and stroked myself to orgasm. I didn't want her to have to do anything in her totally relaxed condition. That was twelve years and two children ago. Annie and I are happily married. She went on to become quite a disk manipulator. That's what she calls it. She does all sorts of neat tricks with what are commonly called 'frisbees' and also has a spectacular routine with hula hoops. I'm her manager. She and I, and sometimes the kids, along with their nanny and our road man, travel all over the United States and sometimes overseas. People in Asia especially enjoy her show. Whenever we are in a new hotel room we try to duplicate the experience, generally with great success.

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