Part 1 - There was an Asian gal I met at a FBSM place back in 1999. I took to her quickly, and was soon a repeat customer. Everything BUT F/S – she was erotic, playful,
devilish, had an amazing body, was a fantastic DFK kisser and pretty – I could go on and on. She spoke very good English, and was going to school at FIT, studying graphic
arts. I became quite enamored with her, she became my ATF, and after about 3-4 sessions, we exchanged ***** addresses, and became a little friendly. I then tried to see her on the outside. I took her out to dinner, and we wound up at a short stay hotel – did what we usually did, and again, no F/S. I didn’t push it. It felt weird. I didn’t know if I should compensate her. Would she expect it, or would she be insulted by it? I wound up
giving her something, which she took. By now, I was wild about her.
For some reason I don’t recall, I stopped seeing her, but then ran into her on the
streets of Chinatown, she looked fabulous, and she took my breath away. So,
I saw her again at the FBSM place (they had two locations – one in midtown, one
in Chinatown). Then we went out on a date, to a jazz club in the village and had a great time – I didn’t try to do anything sexually, and just wound up with a long DFK at the end of the evening. Then, a few weeks later, we went out again, but this time I wanted her sexually. But she refused to do anything with me. She said we can be friends and go out, or you can see me at “her office”. But not both. The night ended badly. I swore I would never talk to her again, but two days later I was *****ing her, and she reiterated what she told me. One or the other. Friend or customer. So, I chose to see her again at “the office”. That hour was beyond memorable. She was hot, she was into it, she made me absolutely crazy with her sensuality and sexiness. Again, no F/S (not technically allowed at this place). Not that I didn’t try, but she literally and figuratively blew me away. Gave me one of the two full body orgasms I ever had. Oh my!! By the time
I left, I was in love. Just crazy about this girl. I continued to see her at her
place of work, but she always rejected my requests to go out on a date. . . until
one day she agreed. Well, it was her Birthday coming up (she was turning 25 –
something I later came to know as a fact), so I had to plan something completely
outrageous for the two of us. It was summertime (2000), and I booked a two hour
cruise aboard a yacht, complete with a crew of two. (Was about $750 altogether)
We were to meet at a Starbucks in NYC, and when she walked in, my mouth gaped open. She was dressed in a beautiful and sexy black dress, had her make up done perfectly, her hair was as luxuriant as I’d ever seen it, and she was just stunning. Well, we took that cruise, and it was fabulous – we had a blast, took lots of pictures, cuddled, laughed, and did some DFK while laying on the deck. The romantic in me was totally
fulfilled, but there was no sex that night. I didn’t try to push it, so as not to
possibly sour the evening. But what was next? She had stopped working at
her place, and was now concentrating on school. She did what she did to earn
money to pay for her tuition, and now that she had that, there was no need to go back to the FBSM to work. Little did I know what a simple conversation on that boatride would
lead to.
devilish, had an amazing body, was a fantastic DFK kisser and pretty – I could go on and on. She spoke very good English, and was going to school at FIT, studying graphic
arts. I became quite enamored with her, she became my ATF, and after about 3-4 sessions, we exchanged ***** addresses, and became a little friendly. I then tried to see her on the outside. I took her out to dinner, and we wound up at a short stay hotel – did what we usually did, and again, no F/S. I didn’t push it. It felt weird. I didn’t know if I should compensate her. Would she expect it, or would she be insulted by it? I wound up
giving her something, which she took. By now, I was wild about her.
For some reason I don’t recall, I stopped seeing her, but then ran into her on the
streets of Chinatown, she looked fabulous, and she took my breath away. So,
I saw her again at the FBSM place (they had two locations – one in midtown, one
in Chinatown). Then we went out on a date, to a jazz club in the village and had a great time – I didn’t try to do anything sexually, and just wound up with a long DFK at the end of the evening. Then, a few weeks later, we went out again, but this time I wanted her sexually. But she refused to do anything with me. She said we can be friends and go out, or you can see me at “her office”. But not both. The night ended badly. I swore I would never talk to her again, but two days later I was *****ing her, and she reiterated what she told me. One or the other. Friend or customer. So, I chose to see her again at “the office”. That hour was beyond memorable. She was hot, she was into it, she made me absolutely crazy with her sensuality and sexiness. Again, no F/S (not technically allowed at this place). Not that I didn’t try, but she literally and figuratively blew me away. Gave me one of the two full body orgasms I ever had. Oh my!! By the time
I left, I was in love. Just crazy about this girl. I continued to see her at her
place of work, but she always rejected my requests to go out on a date. . . until
one day she agreed. Well, it was her Birthday coming up (she was turning 25 –
something I later came to know as a fact), so I had to plan something completely
outrageous for the two of us. It was summertime (2000), and I booked a two hour
cruise aboard a yacht, complete with a crew of two. (Was about $750 altogether)
We were to meet at a Starbucks in NYC, and when she walked in, my mouth gaped open. She was dressed in a beautiful and sexy black dress, had her make up done perfectly, her hair was as luxuriant as I’d ever seen it, and she was just stunning. Well, we took that cruise, and it was fabulous – we had a blast, took lots of pictures, cuddled, laughed, and did some DFK while laying on the deck. The romantic in me was totally
fulfilled, but there was no sex that night. I didn’t try to push it, so as not to
possibly sour the evening. But what was next? She had stopped working at
her place, and was now concentrating on school. She did what she did to earn
money to pay for her tuition, and now that she had that, there was no need to go back to the FBSM to work. Little did I know what a simple conversation on that boatride would
lead to.
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