Susan Wang was Chinese and stood five-foot three inches and weighed 108 lbs. Born in Shanghai in 1953, she emigrated to the U.S. in 1965 and lived most of her life in New York City and Long Island.
She had shapely legs, a fine looking behind and small breasts like most Asian women. Her eyes were almond shaped, large and black with fluffy lashes and her lips were sensuous. She kept her raven hair at shoulder length and wore it up in back in a sort of pony tail style. In short, Susan was quite beautiful and very sexy. In fact, she literally broadcast sex appeal.
Because of this, men were always after her, always trying to get her into bed.
She also dressed nicely. She liked to wear mini skirts that showed off her legs or tight slacks and jeans that highlighted her figure. She was well educated and personable when she wanted to be and was an executive with a major insurance company.
Unlike most women in the company who slept their way to the top, Susan earned her position by passing a series of very difficult exams. This fact earned her the respect of her bosses and the envy of her peers.
Professionally, she was everything she wanted to be. Personally, her life was a shambles.
At 24, she married a much older Chinese man who proved to be her inferior in just about every way imaginable. His career was on a fast downhill slide. This made him jealous of Susan's success and he began to resent her. On a sexual level, he simply just couldn't make her happy. In fact, Susan couldn't even remember the last time he brought her to orgasm and their sex life had dwindled to nearly nothing.
Then came the fights. About money. About sex. Everything. They never ran out of things to argue about.
By the end of their fourth year, Susan had decided to divorce the loser and kicked him out of the apartment.
Her real story began at an office party at the firm she worked for in 1974. It was Christmas and she was still married.
She was twenty-six when she had her first extra-marital lapse. The whole thing happened quite by accident, too. The company she worked for was fond of throwing monthly parties for the entire staff. Susan usually avoided the parties, but she'd had a big fight with her husband night before and went to the party just to spite him.
It was at the party that she met Jack. He was the nephew of one of the older ladies she worked with and had a temp job in the mailroom. Jack was 17, about 5'10" tall, slim and sort of athletically built. He was very handsome, too.
As soon as he saw Susan, he walked over and introduced himself. Like many American men, Jack was attracted to Asian women and Susan was one of the sexiest women he'd ever seen. That's why he decided to try and get to know her as intimately as possible. They talked for a little while, then Jack asked her to dance with him.
Susan had been sipping wine all evening and felt sort of nice and relaxed. It had been weeks since she'd had sex, so she was also feeling a little bit horny. Her and Jack danced several times during the party and she felt comfortable in his strong arms. Almost too comfortable.
By midnight, they were dancing very close. So close that Jack nibbled her earlobes a couple of times. The first time, Susan pushed him back a little and shook her head. The second time, she just relaxed and let him do it. Besides, it was turning her on--big time.
About halfway through a nice, slow dance, Jack steered Susan toward the balcony of the party suite. It was time, he decided, to make his move on this sexy woman while she seemed to be willing and receptive. Once outside, Jack held her close and stuck his tongue into Susan's mouth. The sensation was electrifying and she immediately kissed him back with equal passion. As they kissed, Jack gently squeezed her behind. Susan realized that he now had a huge bulge in his pants.
"You're so sexy, Susan. You're the sexiest woman I've ever met. I've just got to make it with you," Jack whispered.
They kissed again. His hand moved to the front of her slacks and she nearly went crazy with desire as he rubbed her between her legs.
"Don't, Jack. I'm married," Susan protested.
Jack ignored her plea as he undid the top button of her pants. They kissed again. This time, it was even hotter. Susan began to realize that she wanted Jack as much as he wanted her. Her misgivings began fading away as lust took their place. Jack opened her zipper and slipped his fingers down into her panties until he touched her already-moist cunt. When he began playing with her clit, Susan knew she was all his.
"I've just got to have you, Susan. I've got to have you right now," Jack said.
His fingers entered her and she sighed happily.
"Alright-you can have me. But just tonight only, okay?" she said.
He nodded and eased his hand out of her pants. Susan zipped up. Jack took her hand and led her from the ballroom, out into the hallway and into his room a few doors down. Susan never had a one-night stand before and was very nervous about having sex with a man she just met a few hours ago. Nevertheless, she followed Jack into his room.
They sat down on his bed. Jack pulled her to him and they fell onto the mattress. Their tongues entwined again as they locked in a passionate embrace. Within moments, Jack had her pants undone and was sliding them off. Susan kicked free of them when they got to her ankles and lay there moaning with pleasure as Jack's gentle fingers danced in and out of her warm, wet cunt. After a while, he stopped and slid her panties off.
Jack stared at her half-open slit and licked his lips.
"That's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen and it feels like fine silk. I can't wait to fuck you!" Jack said as he hurriedly undressed.
Susan gasped when she saw the size of his prick. It was much larger and thicker than her husband's. She reached out, wrapped her fingers around it and jerked him off for a little while. To her surprise, it got even larger. She laid back on the bed with her thighs wide apart and her knees slightly bent.
"Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me real good," she whispered.
Jack got between her legs, teased her cunt lips with his prick a little while, then sudden thrust into her up to his balls. His meaty missile separated her inner flesh deliciously and Susan let out a sharp moan. Her body jerked and shuddered as Jack began giving her a good, long and slow fuck that filled and unfilled her cunt like nothing ever had before.
After a few hard thrusts, Susan decided to pick up the tempo and thrust her hips upward to meet every down thrust of Jack's prick. She took him into her as deeply as possible. At the same time, she used her vaginal muscles to milk him harder.
"My God! That's incredible! I've never felt anything like that before!" Jack gasped. "This is the best fuck I ever had!"
They fucked faster and faster. Susan felt her orgasm starting to build inside her. It was a slow, steady orgasm that soon wracked her entire body. Jack kept humping away, his hard inward thrusts sending her higher and higher. Susan began to see stars exploding around her as she gripped his hips and fucked back with everything she had.
It was the most intense sex she'd had to this point and she wanted it to last forever.
"Ohh! Fuck me, Jack! Use me!" she cried as she came one last, terrific time and fell back sobbing with her limbs akimbo.
She felt Jack's prick spasm inside her throbbing cunt and wondered if he would come inside her. To her relief, he pulled out at the last second and emptied his balls all over her heaving belly and sopping wet cunt.
As Jack came, he jerked himself off. This sent several more spurts of thick, hot cum onto her chest, nipples and open cunt. He kept at it until he had nothing left.
Wordlessly, she got out of bed and dressed. She was glad she had done it and just as glad that it was over. She felt like a cheat. A whore. It would take her a long time to get over the inexplicable guilt she now felt.
Her marriage really hit the rocks after that. After a few really bad fights, Susan moved into her own apartment in Queens. Although she was still married, she began to date again. Most of her dates were platonic.
Then she met Greg.
He stood over six feet and had curly brown hair flecked with gray and dark green eyes. He was charming and drove a Mercedes-Benz. After six dates, she invited him to her apartment for dinner.
It was a perfect disaster, too. Susan was a terrible cook and she proved it in spades that evening. But they laughed it off and sat on the couch. Greg opened a bottle of French wine he'd brought with him, and they jokingly toasted the occasion several times.
After a while, Greg leaned over and nibbled her ear lobe. Susan shivered noticeably. Encouraged, Greg moved to her lips and they kissed for the first time. It was a long, lingering kiss.
To Susan's shock, she realized that Greg's hand was sliding up her thigh. She broke off the kiss and blocked his progress with her own hand.
"What's wrong?" Greg asked.
"I'm not the sort of woman that sleeps with every man I go out with," she said. "It's not right."
"Why not? I know lots of women who even have sex on their first date," Greg countered.
"Well, I'm not one of them," Susan assured him. "I have a friend who has a lot of dates and she doesn't jump into bed with them."
"How do you know that? It's not something that most women would brag about. For all you know, she could be sleeping with every man she meets," Greg said.
"I never thought about it. You could be right," she started to say.
Before she could finish, Greg grabbed her and stuck his tongue into her mouth. Again their kiss lingered. Again she felt his hand sliding up her thigh. This time, she parted her knees and allowed Greg to massage her crotch. After a few seconds, her legs opened even wider. This enabled Greg to slip a couple of fingers past her panties and deep into her wet, sucking cunt.
"My God!" she sighed as she fell back against the sofa.
Greg knelt before her and slowly eased off her skirt and panties. He sat back and whistled appreciatively as he admired the view.
"You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen," he whispered.
He stood up and removed his clothes. Susan studied his body. He was tan and lean and muscular and his cock appeared to be enormous. In fact, it was the largest cock Susan had seen to that point. She saw the large purple knob glistening in the lamplight and spread her legs wider in anticipation.
Greg returned to his knees and slid his tongue between the soft folds of her labia. Susan moaned softly. No one had ever eaten her before and the feel of Greg's tongue working in and out of pussy made her squirm with delight.
After a few minutes, Susan started to come. Greg sensed this and eased his cock deep into her already quivering cunt.
"Ahhhh!" she cried. "That feels so good! So very good!"
Greg was startled, too. Susan had the tightest cunt he'd ever sunk his meat into and he almost came on the spot. Instead, he grabbed her ankles to hold her legs apart and began humping her nice and easy.
He fucked her and fucked her like no one ever did before. Susan began to feel light headed now. She'd already come once from his tonguing. Now, she was about to come again as his massive prick played her sex-hungry channel like a violin.
"More! Do it faster, Greg! Fuck me good!" she heard herself scream as she clawed his bare back like an animal.
A few more good thrusts and she came again. It was a near spectacular come that left her gasping for air.
"What a great pussy you have! The best! You're the best lay I ever had!" Greg ranted as he continued to fuck her like a maniac.
Susan was still coming like crazy. Her body was bathed with sweat and she shivered out of control. She was all his now. She loved every hard thrust of his massive prick as it stretched her pussy to the limit. She felt him shudder suddenly.
He quickly pulled out of her and fired load after load of hot sticky cum all over her stomach, thighs and cunt as he came more than she thought a man could.
Still in a sexual haze, Susan reached up and wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft. She stroked it a few times, which caused Greg to moan and fire several more shots of cum onto her sticky body. Susan caught the last load in her open hand and gently massaged it into Greg's now-shrinking member.
Greg sat down next to her and sighed happily.
"That was incredible. I don't know if I enjoyed fucking you or the way you jerked me off more. I never knew a woman's hand could feel so damned sexy," he said.
As Greg dressed and got ready to leave, Susan sat back and wondered just how in Hell she allowed him to get into her pants so easily. She was still old-fashioned enough to feel guilty about it, but she had to admit it was great sex.
Greg kissed her on the lips and left. Susan looked down at her cum-covered body and wondered what her father would say if he saw her at that very moment.
The next night, Greg was back in her apartment. Before she knew it, they were necking on the couch. Again, he managed to get his hand between her legs. When he realized he had her, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
This time, he stripped her completely. Then he stripped and climbed in with her. He kissed his way down her body and stopped to admire her cunt once again.
He licked her slowly, until Susan grew half-crazy with lust and begged to get laid. Instead, he grabbed her ass and buried his tongue even deeper in her quivering snatch. At the same time, he eased one of his fingers into her and moved it in and out as fast as he could.
Susan exploded. Her orgasm was so powerful, she thought that the lower half of her body was melting away. As she lay there trembling, Greg pushed her legs apart and plunged his cock into her deep and hard.
This time, Susan wrapped her arms and legs around him and they proceeded to fuck like two rabbits. All the while, Susan kept coming and coming. She was completely lost in a sexual fog. All she cared about was that huge prick moving in and out of her aching body.
Greg pulled out at the last second. He took her right hand and wrapped her fingers around his prick. It was slippery with Susan's juices. Somehow, she managed to jerk him off nice and easy. After a few strokes, he started firing line after sticky line of cum all over her belly, chest and cunt.
She worked his cock until it shrunk from her grasp. She looked down at herself and laughed.
"You sure know how to use that thing of yours," she said.
"Fucking you inspires me," Greg replied.
Then, as he did the night before, Greg dressed and left. And, as before, Susan lay on her bed feeling more than a little bit guilty about the whole thing.
He went away on a business trip after that and it would be several weeks until she heard from Greg again.
In between, she ha a series of one-nighters. It was always the same. Every man who met her immediately wanted to get into her panties and it was getting tiresome fighting them off.
There were several close calls among her "dates".
One man took her to dinner and a show, then he took her to his apartment for a "nightcap". They'd already had several drinks that evening and Susan was expecting them to have another.
Instead, to her shock, he immediately unzipped his pants and pulled out one of the biggest erections she'd ever seen. He then spent several minutes trying to get her to suck it. When Susan steadfastly refused, he said that he wasn't going to let her leave his apartment until they did something sexual.
As if to emphasize this, he grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his prick. Susan resigned herself to her fate and jerked him off. As she did, she grew fascinated with the meat in her hand.
So much so, she even allowed her date to push her skirt up to her hips and massage her cunt through her already-moist panties. Before too much longer, she realized that his fingers were now inside her muff and that her legs had opened to admit them.
"My God," she thought. "I'm having sex with a man I only met a few hours ago. This is bad!"
She felt his fingers go in deeper and moaned. Her date realized that he had her now and started "fucking" her with his fingers nice and easy. By now, Susan's knees were open as wide as they could go and she was breathing heavy.
As she hypnotically watched the glistening knob moving in her fist, she was only faintly aware that her panties had been tugged down to her knees.
"Lay down," the man said softly.
Totally under his control, Susan did as he said. He knelt before her and eased her panties all the way off. Then he placed her legs on his shoulders and slowly began to lick her cunt.
That did it.
Susan came within seconds.
It was a sudden, intense rush of an orgasm that washed over her body.
She was still coming when the man picked her up and carried her to his bed.
As she started to come out of her sexual fog, she realized she was naked and that her equally nude date was climbing into bed with her. She wanted to protest.
All she could do-wanted to do-was open her legs and welcome his huge cock into her sex-hungry body. It was a good, hard and very long fuck. During the course of their lovemaking, Susan came twice more.
She was so wiped out from her orgasms, she just lay there and allowed her lover to use her as much as he wanted. The man was almost insatiable, too.
When he finally came, he came in quarts! He fired two spurts into her tired cunt then pulled out and emptied the rest of his load all over her shiny black bush and silken thighs. Then she opened her eyes and saw that he was still very hard.
She gasped as he plunged into her once more and fucked her even harder.
"No! God no!" she cried.
She couldn't believe this was happening. She was in the bed of a virtual stranger getting fucked like some slut off the streets. There was nothing she could do except take it now.
After what felt like an eternity, her date grunted. She felt his cock jerk inside her pussy and realized that he'd come again. This time when he pulled out, his cock was finally limp.
When he fell back on the bed to recover, Susan located her clothes and dressed quickly. She was out of there in seconds. Five minutes later, she caught a taxi back home. Once safe inside her apartment, she took a good long shower as if she were trying to wash away the shame she now felt.
Other dates were almost as bad. Another man tried to feel her up in the theater. She slapped his face and walked out leaving him alone an embarrassed as everyone turned to watch.
Another man did manage to get his hand on her breast while they kissed. A third man even got his hand between her thighs for a few moments.
Since she kind of liked him, she allowed him to grope her a little while. She even reached over and gave his cock a few squeezes, which encouraged him to slip two fingers past her panties and into her wet slit.
She stopped him there. Since he was obviously awed by her, he didn't try to force the issue. Susan kissed him again.
"Maybe next time," she hinted.
But there was no "next time". For some unknown reason, he never called her again.
Susan went back to playing the field-with almost disastrous results.
His name was Pete.
He was tall, dark haired and handsome. He drove a Porsche and dressed to kill. He liked to dance. So did she so they went to a disco in Brooklyn.
As the night wore on, they danced, laughed and had several whiskey sours. Susan had never had sours before and the effects they had on her were devastating. She became very drunk.
So drunk, she hardly remembered getting into Pete's car and driving with him all the way to Suffolk County. She was just starting to regain some of her senses when they pulled up in front of a sleazy motel.
A few minutes later, Pete had them registered and they were inside a small but comfortable-looking room. Pete clicked on the TV.
After a few seconds, Susan realized she was watching a porno flick on the closed circuit. She was stunned and said she didn't like that sort of thing.
"Movie bother you?" asked Pete as he handed her a drink.
"I've never seen one of these before. It's pretty revolting," Susan replied as she put her drink down on the nightstand.
"You don't like sex? Are you a prude?" Pete asked. He sounded annoyed.
"I didn't say that I don't like sex, Pete. And I'm not a prude. I just don't think we should be here watching this stuff. In fact, I'd really like to leave now," Susan said as she attempted to stand.
She realized that she could barely walk. She was far too drunk. Pete pulled her onto the bed and she fell next to him.
He pecked at her earlobe and then licked his way down her neck as he undid the buttons of her blouse. Susan tried to struggle, but Pete batted her hands away and literally tore her light bra from her chest and tossed it onto the floor.
As she lay there helpless, Pete swirled his tongue around each of her nipples. She soon felt her cunt tingling and allowed herself to relax and enjoy what amounted to a rape.
Pete undid her jeans and peeled them off her. He ran his hands all over her legs and stomach and even her behind until Susan became good and horny. Then he removed her panties.
As soon as he saw her cunt, Pete sat back and whistled.
"You have a fantastic, sexy body, Susan. And my God! What a cunt!" he said as he quickly undressed.
Susan closed her eyes as Pete entered her. He fucked her for what seemed like an eternity. She just laid there quietly and let him use her, then her libido kicked in. She began matching him thrust for thrust.
After a few good hard thrusts, Susan wrapped her arms and legs around Pete's body and humped him back with everything she had.
Just when she was about to come, Pete pulled out of her and emptied his balls all over her chest and breasts. Some of his cum even splattered on her chin.
To her surprise, he entered her again. This time, he moved inside of her so erratically, she couldn't find a rhythm. She just laid there and allowed Pete to have his way.
He soon pulled out and again fired another long stream of cum all over her breasts. Since he was still rock-hard, he naturally entered her a third time.
This time, he humped her like a madman. This time, he brought Susan off, too. She let herself go for as long as she could take it, then passed into oblivion. The last thing she remembered was seeing Pete shoot yet another load of cum onto her exhausted body.
She was awakened a few hours later by the sensation of Pete's tongue moving over her newly-aroused clit. When he thought she was ready, he moved on top of her and slid his prick into her wet channel. This time, he fucked her nice and easy.
As before, Susan's libido took command of her body and she began to hump him back. She matched him stroke for delicious stroke, taking him deeper inside her body each time.
"That's it, Sue! Fuck me back! Move with me, baby!" Pete whispered surprised at her willingness.
Before long, they merged into one warm fucking machine that moved in perfect unison. Susan had never had so much sex within a 24 hour period. Her body responded eagerly now and she soon came so hard, she felt as if her legs had been blown off.
She felt Pete's cock jerk suddenly inside her cunt and humped him back hard. Pete groaned with pleasure as she worked his rod like no one ever did before. He pulled out until the head of his cock was only an inch or two from, her open cunt and released a long stream of cum. It splashed inside her quivering pussy and dribbled down between her cheeks.
To her horror, it was still rock hard.
Realizing that she couldn't possible take another hard fucking, she wrapped her fingers around Pete's erection and beat him off nice and easy.
His body jerked several times and stream after stream of gooey white liquid shot out of his cock. It landed all over her stomach, splattered onto her nipples and across her chin. She couldn't believe how much cum Pete was producing as he covered her from neck to cunt.
She felt wicked and slutty as she worked his foreskin until his prick shrank from her fingers. She sighed and fell back onto the bed.
She watched in disgust as Pete dressed. He barely looked at her as he pulled on his pants and boots. It was obvious that he was leaving.
"Hey! What about me? I don't have a ride home from here," Susan reminded him.
Pete took out his wallet. He pulled out two twenty dollar bills and tossed them onto the bed. Susan glowered angrily at him.
"So that's it? You spent all night fucking me and now you're just abandoning me?" she asked.
Pete smiled at her as he donned his coat. Just before he left, he called back over his shoulder.
"I got what I wanted. You can take a cab home from here."
Susan was bitter and mortified. She threw her clothes on without bothering to clean up, then got a cab back to her place.
As soon as she got inside, she tore off her clothes and jumped into the shower. She showered for a long, long time. It was as if she were trying to wash the shame from her body.
What Pete did to her amounted to rape. He had gotten her too drunk to defend herself, then had his way with her. He used her like a cheap whore, then tossed $40 at her and walked away without so much as a "thank you".
It was several weeks before she dated anyone again.
The next two dates were with an accountant with very little personality. But she felt safe with him. That's why they went out together a second time.
The next guy was a portfolio manager named Dalton who liked to dance. So did Susan. They had three dates, all of them at discos and she had a lot of fun.
Their third date began at a club called Google's in upper Manhattan. The evening consisted of dancing, several drinks, more dancing and more drinks.
Susan was pretty drunk by then. So drunk that she didn't notice Dalton squeezing her behind several times. Just before they left the club, they had a couple of drinks for the road. That sent Susan into a fog. The fog was so dense, she barely remembered being driven home and helped up to the bedroom by Dalton.
When she woke late the next afternoon, she found herself naked on her bed. There were several lines of dried cum on her belly and she felt sore between her legs. She sat up and tried to piece together events of the last evening. All she came up with were bits and pieces of her holding a large penis and feeling sensations that could only be associated with raw, hard sex.
She felt disgusted with herself.
That's twice she'd gotten drunk and been taken advantage of. She decided that it wouldn't happen again unless she wanted it to.
"I'll have to be more careful about choosing my dates from now on," she said to herself in the mirror as she combed out her hair.
She studied her reflection. She was a good looking woman with a nice body. She was well-educated and had a decent paying job. There was no need to settle for anyone she considered beneath her station. She decided that she deserved only the best.
But she also realized that she wasn't sure what "the best" was or what she really wanted out of life.
Did she want a home and family? A good career? Travel? Adventure?
She wanted to live the American dream, yet she wasn't sure what that was. There were millions of Americans and they all had different dreams of what an ideal life should be.
She also thought of her parents. They certainly wouldn't approve of her present lifestyle. She was dating and having sex with other men while she was still legally married. That made her an adulteress.
"Good girls" didn't do such things.
But all being a "good girl" ever got her was a passionless marriage to a semi-successful traditional Chinese man. She didn't want to go down that road a second time.
She decided that if she married again, it would be to an American and it would be strictly for love. She also decided to give that dating service two more tries. If that failed, she'd ask her friends of they knew anyone worthwhile.
That's when she met Art.
Art was several years younger than her, kind of cute and somewhat shy. When he called her for a date, she agreed to meet him at the Fifth Avenue subway station that evening. Art arrived early and watched as several trains came and went and the passengers got off and went about their business. Then came the eight o'clock train. Art watched as several people got off. Most headed upstairs to the street. One, a very pretty Asian woman in a long green-and-red checked coat, simply sat down on one of the benches.
Art summoned his nerve and walked up to her.
"Are you Susan?" he asked.
"Why yes. You must be Art," she replied as she rose to greet him.
She looked him over. Even with glasses he looked good. He was five inches taller than her, and dressed in a long tan overcoat with a fur collar.
They went upstairs to a place called the Brass Rail and chatted as ate dinner. That's when Susan discovered that Art was a former pro baseball player who'd been put out of action by an injury and that he was trying to get back into the game. To pass the time and earn some money, Art now worked at a small bank in Brooklyn and wrote articles for magazines and newspapers. He was also an artist and had drawn several underground comic books.
He also liked to travel-especially in Asia. That's where he learned to use chopsticks and developed a taste for Asian cuisine and women.
Their date went better than Susan expected and Art seemed quite impressed with her. He asked her if she'd like to see a Broadway show soon. When she said yes, he asked which one she'd like to see.
"Pippin is supposed to be very good," she replied. "But I hear that's it's very hard to get tickets for it."
"Let me see what I can do," Art said. "I may be able to get them. Orchestra okay?"
"Orchestra? That's very expensive, isn't it?" she asked.
"It's only money," he said with a smile. "I make it so I can spend it and enjoy it. I can't take it with me."
He walked her back to the train station and promised to call her. He didn't try anything. That was a first for Susan.
Three days later, on New Years' Eve, Art called her to wish her a happy New Year. She asked if he was doing anything that night. When he said he wasn't, Susan suggested that they go someplace.
With all of the clubs in New York jammed with celebrants, they settled for dinner at a Chinese restaurant near Times Square. That's where Art impressed with his expertise with chopsticks and knowledge of Chinese food. They also ordered some wine to celebrate.
The more they sat and talked, the more they were drawn to each other. They really didn't have much in common, but as the old saying goes, opposites attract.
After dinner, they walked arm-in-arm to Times square and watched the ball drop at midnight which was the traditional way New Yorkers rang in the New Year. That's when all Hell broke loose in the square as everyone hugged, shook hands and passed bottles around to celebrate the start of the new year.
"Happy New Year, Arthur," Susan said.
"And to you, Susan," he replied as they hugged briefly.
They hung around for another hour, then returned to the subway. There, they parted and took separate trains back home.
Three days later, Art phoned her again.
"Hi. I got them," he said.
"Got what?" Susan asked.
"Tickets to Pippin. Front row center. Orchestra seats," he said.
"That's great. When are they for?" Susan asked both surprised and happy with the news.
"Tomorrow night. Meet me for dinner at the Seeda Thai Restaurant at Broadway and 42nd Street at 5:30. The theater's only three blocks from there," Art said.
"I'll be there!" she promised.
She couldn't believe it. She had tried for weeks to get tickets for that show. Each time she was told they were sold out until April. Now, here it was only January 4th and Art had come through like a champion. Not only was he able to get tickets, he got the best seats in the house.
As they dined next night, Susan asked him how he managed to get tickets so fast to a show that was sold out for months in advance.
"That's easy. I know one of the actors. He got them for me," Art said.
"Which actor? Who is he?" Susan asked.
"You'll see. You'll meet him after the show," Art replied.
The play was every bit as good as its hype and Susan loved it. As the audience filed out after the last curtain call, Art told Susan to stay seated. A few minutes later, a page came out and whispered in Art's ear.
Art turned to Susan.
"Follow that young lady," he instructed.
To Susan's surprise, the page led them up the main aisle and onto the stage, then backstage to a door with a large gold star on it.
As the page left, Art knocked.
"Come in, Art," said a voice from within.
Art opened the door. As Susan followed him into the dressing room, the actor rose and shook their hands warmly.
"Ben-this is Susan. Susan this is.." Art began.
"Ben Vereen! You're Ben Vereen!" Susan said almost in awe.
"Yes, I know," Vereen said with a wide grin. "It's nice to meet you, Susan. Please sit down. We can talk while I get out of this makeup."
They spent nearly an hour in the dressing room. Before they left, Vereen picked up Susan's program and autographed it. She took it and thanked him.
Then he shook hands with Art again.
"Next time you're around, we'll have lunch at Toots Shor's-on me," Vereen offered. "Bring Susan with you."
"That's very nice of you, Ben. I never knew you could dance like that," Art joked.
"A fella learns a lot of fancy footwork when he's dodging da po-lice," Verenn joked back.
As they left the theater, Susan was still in a state of shock or something.
"How'd you get to know him?" she asked after a while.
"Oh, I get around. I did and article about him for TV Guide a couple of months ago. He's a real nice, down to earth kind of person. No "I'm a star and you're not" shit. He really liked the article, too."
That night, Art hailed a taxi and rode with Susan back to her place in Queens. He told the driver to wait while he escorted her to the door.
There, they said good-night. Susan expected the usual hug. Instead, Art pulled her to him and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.
And what a kiss!
It was as if lightning had suddenly struck both of them at the same time. Never in her life had Susan felt anything like that from a simple kiss on the lips. She literally saw stars.
So did Art.
He held her at arm's length and looked into her eyes. That's when he realized that she felt it, too.
They hugged once more, then Art got back into the taxi and went home. Susan watched him drive away, then went up to her apartment.
She had a lot of trouble sleeping that night.
The next day, she called her friend Regina in DC and told her what happened. Regina listened, then laughed.
"It sounds like he's the one," she said.
"What do you mean? We've only been out three times," Susan said.
"Do you like him?" Regina asked.
"Yes," Susan admitted.
"Do you want to be with him again and again? Does your heart skip a beat when he calls you?" Regina asked.
"I think so," Susan hedged.
"And that kiss-have you ever felt anything like that before? Regina asked.
"Never! I almost went blind!" Susan exaggerated.
"Since you've said 'yes' to all my questions, Art is obviously the man you've been searching for. How does he feel about you?" Regina asked.
"I think he feels the same," Susan guessed. "I'm not 100% sure yet."
"Does he make you laugh? Do you have fun with him?" Regina asked.
"I have a lot of fun with him," Susan said.
"Looks, charm, sincerity and a sense of humor. Honey if you don't grab him, I will," Regina said.
"There is one problem-he's a baseball player. Or was. And he wants to get back into it," Susan said.
"Athletic too? Wow! This guy sounds like the total package. Why can't I ever find a man like that? All I get is bums and losers. Rich ones, but bums and losers nonetheless," Regina said. "What else does he like to do?"
Susan explained that Art was also a writer, an artists and a history buff. In fact, he knew more about China's history than she did.
"He's talented, too. Susan, this guy is a dream-and he's all yours. All you have to do is let him catch you," she suggested.
Susan thought about this after she hung up. Was Regina right? Susan was bothered by the age difference even though Art didn't seem to care about that at all. He also didn't seem interested in pursuing a career in the bank he worked for. He had loftier, more risky goals and he didn't care if they paid well.
Art, unlike anyone she'd ever known before, was definitely his own man. But could she make him hers as well? Did she really want to?
Two more big dates followed that month. Susan had mentioned that she liked the ballet, so Art too her to see the New York Ballet at Lincoln Center. That's when she found out that he also knew the star, Eddie Vallella-and that he, too, had been a professional baseball player and a boxer before ending up with the ballet. Vallella threw her for a loop when he said he'd happily give up ballet for another shot at the majors.
The next was a real surprise. The next week, the Beijing Opera Company came to Lincoln Center. As usual, Art scored front row seats. This time, he said he didn't know anyone in the troop, but he always liked watching the incredible acrobats of the opera perform, even though he said their singing sounded like "a cat being slammed between two cymbals".
After each date, they kissed. Each kiss sent bolts of electricity surging through their bodies. But Art remained polite and never tried to go further. He'd decided that he wanted Susan and was willing to take it nice and slow. He didn't want to get aggressive and piss her off.
But his behavior also confused Susan. She wasn't sure if he was passionate toward her. She wondered why he held back and wondered what she could do to ignite something between them.
Unknown to her, Art was indeed very passionate. In fact, he was so turned by Susan that he was having trouble keeping his passions in check.
Then he slowly began to let them out.
After their next date, they returned to Susan's apartment where they began kissing on the sofa. As their kisses became more passionate, Susan threw her arms around Art's neck. To her surprise, he ran his hands over her breasts a few times. She turned around and laid her head on his lap.
Almost immediately, they began kissing again. As their tongues entwined, Art ran his fingers over Susan's belly. The sensations she felt were electrifying.
And incredibly erotic.
She began sucking his tongue harder as her passions grew. Art realized what was happening to her. He kept at it until he thought she was completely aroused, then reached down and unbuttoned her slacks. Susan shivered and moaned softly as he eased his hand into her slacks and between her thighs which now parted of their own volition.
As he gently felt her through her panties, she moaned and sighed with pleasure. No one had ever made her feel like this before. She could hardly believe this was happening to her.
She was hot now.
She sucked his tongue feverishly as he continued to play with her cunt.
Art felt her heat. He felt her dampness, even through her panties. He eased his hand into her panties and massaged her swollen clit.
Susan trembled all over and opened her legs as wide as she could as she moved her hips up and down. Art slid one finger into her hot, slick channel and moved it in and out. Susan body contracted, then she began rocking from side-to-side as she came.
One deep orgasm after another rippled through her trembling body. Art kept massaging her clit and fingering her slit to see how many times he could make her come. Susan arched her back, emitted a loud groan, then collapsed into his lap as the last-and strongest-orgasm erupted from deep inside of her.
She was helpless now. She expected him to do what her other dates had done and take advantage of the situation. Instead, he simply held her close and kissed her softly several times until she came back to earth. He didn't try to push it. He didn't try to go all the way.
She felt both relief and disappointment.
Art called a taxi and left after kissing her good-night. Susan watched him leave and wondered just what kind of man she'd gotten herself involved with.
They got together at her apartment three days later. Susan invited him to dinner to show off her cooking skills (and prayed that this wouldn't turn into another kitchen disaster!). She also bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate her promotion at work.
Halfway through dinner, the champagne got to Susan. She said she felt dizzy and walked over to her bed. Art watched as she undid the belt and buttons of her jeans and fell face-down on the bed. He walked over, kicked off his shoes and climbed in next to her.
He started by massaging her neck and shoulders, then slid his hand down the back of her jeans and kneaded her behind. To her surprise, he had eased his hand into her panties. His touches were light and sensual. After a few moments, his fingers moved between her cheeks to her already moist cunt.
Susan sighed as his digit danced over her slit. She rolled onto her back and smiled. Art slid his hand down the front of her jeans to her cunt and massaged her clit.
Then they kissed. Like before, it was a passionate, fiery kiss.
Susan's jeans were not only open but they had slid a few inches below her hips along with her panties. Art now got his first view of her shiny black bush-which Susan didn't mind one bit.
Again he eased his middle finger into her slit. Again he moved it in and out. Again, Susan moved her hips up and down as she sucked his tongue. This time, however, she decided to give Art a treat. She ran her hand lightly over the bulge in his jeans, then squeezed his prick a few times. To her delight, the bulge got even larger.
Art wriggled his finger around deep inside her cunt. The sudden change in sensations triggered a long, powerful orgasm in Susan that had her rolling on the bed and moaning with pleasure. He continued doing this until she had two more good comes, then took his hand off her cunt.
Susan watched as he walked to the phone and called a taxi, then sat down on the sofa. Susan staggered over to him. He saw that her jeans were still undone. Her pubic hair still peeked at him over the top of her panties.
Susan sat down next to him and they kissed again. Again, Art eased his hand into her panties. Again Susan sucked hungrily on his tongue while her massaged her still-throbbing cunt.
Susan played with the bulge in Art's jeans and marveled at how hard it was. She wondered what it looked like. What would it feel like inside her pussy?
Then they heard the cab horn outside in the street. Art stood up and walked to the door with Susan. Just before he left, he kissed her on the lips and gave her pussy one last feel.
"I love you," he said.
The words struck Susan speechless. She stood quietly and watched him leave.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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