Old Chinatown

Dark clouds broke the intense heat along Fisherman’s Wharf the day I skipped presentations at a conference I was attending.  I hoped the red of my sunburned face would soften by the time I returned to the office early the next week.  But, for now, not even the threatening clouds could interrupt my first trip to the San Francisco bay.  Crowded streets emptied with a storm looming.  People carried their bags, pocketed their cameras, and towed their screaming children towards their cars.  I did not worry about the darkening sky; I was going to enjoy the rest of my foot tour of parts of the city.The self-imposed time restrictions disallowed the long walk to Golden Gate Bridge, and I just could not bring myself to pay for an overpriced boat ride to Alcatraz.  Instead, I walked the wharf and walked towards Chinatown on my way back to my downtown hotel.As a guy from a small rural town, I was amazed and saddened at the lifestyle of the city.  Living in Victorian style homes no wider than twelve paces and concrete for a front lawn was alien to me.  As much of a culture shock as that was, Old Chinatown made me feel like I had stepped into a whole other world.  I could not understand a single word spoken.  I knew that Chinese was not the only language being spoke, but I could not distinguish any of it.  It was thrilling to hear the multi-cultural chess match of verbiage and to allow the hick in me to realize that Chinatown was not full of Bruce Lee fights and gangs.  Though everyone knew I was a tourist, I felt comfortable there, that is until the clouds opened up and spilled a heavy rain.

When the clouds let loose their watery fury, filling the streets of Old Chinatown, the tourist shops quickly closed up.  It was as if a “closing time” bell had gone off and nobody wanted to be the last one out the door.  I ducked into a jewelry store to get out of the rain and nearly knocked over the young Asian woman standing at the entrance.  She too was preparing to close the door of her shop.  My sudden presence in her store surprised her and her dark brown eyes showed bewilderment.  Her hair, long, dark, and sleek, draped off her shoulder and ran down her the back.  Her body was slender and her height was slight.  Her face was thin, youthful, and undeniably beautiful.  My desperate look must have softened her surprise because a sweet smile stretched across bright teeth.  I smiled back.

“Can I help you?” she said thick with accent.

“Do you have a towel?”  Water poured off of me on onto the white tile of the store’s floor.  I wiped the liquid out of my eyes.

Her eyes tightened and her hand covered her mouth as she giggled with a high pitch.  I had been walking for a while in the off-and-on rain before the downpour so I must have been quite a sight.  A mirror on the wall showed me how disheveled and drenched I really looked and added flavor to my desperate situation.

I caught the woman’s eyes looking, studying me before she finally said, “Wait here.  I’ll get you something.”

I shook water from my head with my hand as I waited for my new friend to return.  I looked at the jade, gold, and ivory jewelry the woman sold.  It was too artsy to buy for any of my friends, but nice to look at.  My attention was drawn, however, to ivory carvings along the back wall of the store.  I was shocked to find that the carvings were of Asian men, women, and, sometimes, groups of people having sex, graphic sex.

“You like?” asked the woman while handing me a towel.  I am not sure how a blush looks on a sunburned face, but I am sure that it showed to the woman.  Her hand again covered her teasing smile as she giggled.  I wondered if she was making fun of the silly guy from the country or if she just had a sharp humor, maybe it was both.

“I like very much,” I said.  “They certainly look like they’re having fun.”  Her giggle shrilled.  I used the towel to dry my face and hair.

“I think so too,” she said.  Our eyes held each other’s attention.  I felt my chest pound and my throat tighten.  Was she flirting with me or was she just being a polite saleswoman?  It felt like flirting.

“Do you have a favorite?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said moving to the back of the counter and pulling out three different carvings.   One depicted a man mounting a woman from behind, the second showed man on his back and the woman sitting upright facing him, and the third was a man and woman sitting on their bottoms facing each other with her legs over top of his.

“I like these best,” she said.  She was flirting!  Her eyes revealed lust and her childlike grin morphed to a seductive, alluring smile.  I could feel the cooling air putting a chill on my wet body provoking shivers.

“You cold!” she said.  “I’ll close door to keep wind off you.”  She scurried from behind the counter with her long, straight dress, shut and locked the door, and pulled the window blind to display the closed sign.  She turned a dial light switch and dimmed the store’s overhead lights. The display counters lit up in a blue hue and illuminated the store.  She turned, smiled, and raised her eyebrows; her way of telling me that it was my move.

“Should I get out of these wet clothes?” I asked.

“Oh, yes.  I think so.”  She glided up to me and her small, slender hands grabbed hold of my sweatshirt.  I helped her lift it above my head.  Its rain-soaked state caused it to catch at various points and made it difficult to pull my head free.  She laughed as the neck of the sweatshirt sealed against my forehead and distorted my face as I yanked it upward.  The eager woman unfastened the buckle and zipper of my soggy jeans.  She was careful not to catch my thickening cock on my denims and boxer briefs as she pulled them down my legs.  I kicked my shoes free and she removed the remainder of my clothing.

Her thin lips wrapped around the end of my cock.  I leaned back, bracing my hands against the glass display counter, and melted with the sensation of her warm mouth on my cock.  I felt my balls ache and tighten as her head bobbed and her small, strong hands stroked me.  Just short of coming, she stood up and unzipped the back of her dress. I unhitched her white bra and slid her out of her clothing in one movement.  Her skin was light tan and her breasts were small bumps with swollen nipples.  I leaned forward and teased one with my tongue while my hand gently worked the other.  The softest of moans escaped her lips.  It made me want to please her.

After some fondling and light sucking of each other’s skin, the woman reached for the first ivory figurine.  She slid it to the edge of the display counter, and she smiled.  She had slid the one where the man was kneeling behind the woman on all fours.  “This one,” she said.  I nodded my agreement.

She dropped to the floor, positioned herself on hands and knees, and wiggled her tight, narrow bottom as her legs separated.  It felt like the storm had sent a lightening bolt through me I was so thrilled by her movement.  I kneeled and rubbed the end of my cock against her pussy.  She said something I could not understand, which sounded as if she were annoyed from my cock-tease, and she surged back against me with her head turned over her shoulder so she could see my face.  My cock pushed deep inside her.  I grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside her.

She again spoke foreign words, pressed her ass against my waist, and she reached back and clutched my hand against her waist.  I could almost feel the convulsions of her climax.  I heard her panting in her failed attempt to manage her private rage. When finished, she pulled free from my cock, and retrieved the next ivory piece: the one where the man was on his back with the woman straddling him.  I flopped to the floor, lay on my back, and allowed my cock to wave like a stiff flag.  She placed her knees at either side of my waist and lowered herself onto me.  We both exhaled, overwhelmed by the sensation of our body parts joining. I could smell the faint aroma of incense in the room.

Her hips furiously pushed against me, forward and back.  She fucked me throughout her second orgasm.  She leaned forward and placed her hands on my bare chest; her fingernails dug in the skin.  Her eyes closed tight, wincing.  She must have been  having an explosive orgasm.  She did not breathe until her body stopped its attack.  A small, satisfied grin stretched across her face and her eyes shined with euphoria as she came off her peak.  She fit so perfect against me.  I hoped the storm would last all night.

If she had continued to come so quickly, I might have been able to last all night.  Each time she came I too nearly lost control.  But I held on.  I wanted to get her through her climax and I did not want mine to end the affair.  We did, however, have one more ivory figurine to mimic before the evening could end.

She stood and retrieved the third ivory piece.  We took our positions as displayed by the figurine characters: we faced each other, propped ourselves up with our hands, she arched her legs over my waist, and I buried my cock in her at this unusual angle.  It felt incredible; she felt incredible. It was like our bodies had folded into an erotic origami of flesh and the warmth of our bodies made us melt into each other.  With limberness I have never seen, the woman slid her pussy down my cock and repeatedly thrust her hips for deep penetration.  I felt the telling ache in my balls, the pulsing sensation at the end of my cock, and the tingling running throughout my body.  It was my turn to come.  I failed to resist a loud moan as my climax erupted.  I think I heard her moan as well, but I cannot be sure; my climax was too intense.  She bounced against me until I was spent.  My heartbeat slowed its thudding and my breathing returned to a normal pace.

We sat and admired each other’s bodies for an unknown amount of time.  I gently caressed her soft skin and imprinted her beautiful face in my memory.  I hated the thought of leaving.  I wanted to stay there with her.  Maybe I could learn to deal with concrete lawns and narrow apartments.  But, it did have to end.

“The rain’s stopped,” she said.  I tried to ignore her and held her close.  She kissed me and pushed herself off of my body.  “It’s time to close the shop.”  I walked the rain-slicked roads to my hotel.  The hour had become late and the streets were busy only with the homeless.  I smiled and reached in my pocket.  My fingers gently rubbed three ivory figurine souvenirs from Old Chinatown.