Sensual, Thoughtful, and Very Naughty
Yumi – Background
Over the last two months, I have been recounting my erotic journey with Yumi–a beautiful, married Asian esthetician. In Yumi: Wax On, Wax Off, I introduce the benefits I enjoy from waxing (intimate areas) and the electricity around the first time Yumi and I met. Yumi: A Delicate Dance describes the building erotic tension and during the first waxing. Yumi: You Special was the third post in the series and highlights memorable moments covering a time span of three appointments and concludes with one very happy ending.
Yumi: Now You Full
Yumi and I repeat our increasingly erotic dance over the next few wax appointments. I savor the exhibitionist aspect of revealing my fullness to her during the waxing. In turn, she takes in the view and indulges in extended handling of my hard cock. New to our erotic dance is the ending. Yumi pours soothing oil onto her hand and runs her oil-slicked finger tips along the length of my straining, veiny shaft. She then briefly strokes my manhood before turning it over to me for the grand finale. She watches in wide-eyed, virgin-like amazement as I masturbate and jettison my creamy load all over my stomach.
Today’s ending would be different. At the beginning of the appointment Yumi asks if I’ve missed her and shares that she thinks about me when I’m away. It felt good to hear that. As Yumi works on me, I rub her near thigh and squeeze her sexy ass. Finishing up, she begins to lubricate my cock. I place my hand on hers and wrap it around the base…showing her how to better stroke me. Starting at the base, I apply more pressure as I slide our hands up my length before ending with a little swirl around the swollen and dripping crown. As we descend, “relax your pressure a little and tighten again at the base. That’s it, more pressure on the way up and swirl at the tip. Lighter on the way down…pressure and pull upward…swirl…lightly down….mmmm, there you go.” Yumi smiles, “You my good teacher.” My initial perception of her as this exotic, sexy woman is transforming into appreciation for the curious and excited innocence with which she is now exploring me and her sexuality. Yumi is blooming.
Yumi’s engagement ring sparkles as it moves up and down my sex. Her other hand moves to massage and nurture my tight, heavy balls. The moment feels right and I lean up to kiss her but she denies me. Undeterred, I kiss her face as I move to ear and whisper in a deep voice that I want her to suck my cock. Yumi smiles bashfully. “You a crazy man. If I do that, it make me crazy too. Lay down, I make you feel good only.” I didn’t get what I wanted but for the first time she would make me cum and that was what I needed. Yumi strokes me to a toe-curling orgasm and works my shaft through the cum shots until the creamy ropes calm and flow like white-hot lava across her wedding band.
Over time, the ending of our wax sessions had become super hot but the time was much too short. Based on prior conversations, she had made it pretty clear that it would hurt her feelings if I just came to see her for sexual play. In order to get her hands on me quicker but in a more subtle way, I asked her about massages over the next few visits. Finally, she said she would try but she didn’t really know what to do. Before long, I am laying naked on the table for my first massage.
Yumi gives a cursory rub to my calves and moves up to my thighs. My cock is already hard and reaching up my stomach. Just as I had hoped, she moves impatiently for my cock and balls. She wants my manliness in her hands as much as I do and her eagerness excites me even more. Yumi has my cock standing straight up and says with admiration (as if she had forgotten), “You sooo BIG!” I ask if she fantasizes about having me inside her. Yumi giggles, “Too big for me…you break me!” I push again for a blow job. Yumi resists. “In my country we don’t do that until marriage.” I consider proposing on the spot.
I ask more questions about her marriage. In short, she leaves me with the impression that he treats her like a domestic servant. On the rare occasion they have sex, it is a quickie and he cums after a few strokes. She can’t even remember the last time she had sex. I feel a little sad for her. She has such a good spirit and deserves to be treated better…to know the pleasure of unfolding and blossoming as a sexual woman. This also answers some of my lingering questions around her sexual experience. I have flashes of how wide-eyed she has been with our first experiences. I wonder about everything now in terms of her experience and confidence. Does she even know how to kiss sensually and with passion? Is she scared to give me a blow job because she doesn’t know how? Does she even know what it means to be really fucked? Does her soul ache for more?
During the entire time we are talking, Yumi is giving me a five-star hand job. In fact, I have to keep placing my hand on hers to stop her motion so I don’t cum. It is rare that a man finds a woman that can stroke his cock better than he can. I taught her what I liked and she has surpassed the master. I have stamina and control but she breaks me down so quickly. I set her hand free and I am instantly back on the edge of coming and have to stop her again.
Pointing to my cock, I ask if she does this for her husband? She has a scowl on her face and shakes her head no. She often mentions my size and I was curious about her husband. “Your husband is big?” She doesn’t answer but looks a little embarrassed. Maybe she feels embarrassed talking about her husband in this way. I’ve often wondered if a woman feels a since of pride in her man’s endowment. I ask again, “Is your husband big?” She finally answers, “He is little compared to you.” I reach down to my cock and point at the bottom of my head. “Your husband is here?” She traces her finger about halfway down my shaft. “He is here. That is why I say you too big and break me.”
I am still fighting off and edging my release by periodically stopping Yumi from pulling so exquisitely on shaft. “You like my big cock?” She smiled, “I do…very sexy and exciting.” I set her hand free for a few strokes and stop her. “You fantasize about having me inside you?” “Yes”, she says. I remove my hand from hers and Yumi resumes pulling on my throbbing cock. At the same time she is massaging, cupping, and gently squeezing my balls.
My eyes are starting to drift…my vision becoming blurred with dream-like haze. Traces of her wedding ring sliding up and down my manhood fill haze. Her husband is missing out…his beautiful queen is so capable of bringing such ecstasy. My legs and stomach begin to twitch. I don’t want it end, but I’m about to come. The extended denial of my release has engaged and sensitized my entire body which is now shaking and contracting. I erupt in long, slow, extended heavy pulses…I feel the weight of my hot seed pooling on my stomach. Oh my god, it was a heavy release.
My eyes stop floating and slowly open as if awakening from a dream. Yumi is leaning in close. “Now you full.” I didn’t understand. I just came and I’m empty. She kisses me on the temple and whispers in my ear. “You were hungry for woman when you come in today but not when you leave–Now You Full.”