Beijing Disco is a wonderful Asian erotic story of how some Asian night clubs can truly open up unexpected opportunities. An erotic fantasy for sure, but also very close to reality. I say this from experience…
The night was going well. I was at a hot disco in Beijing dancing with an ABC (American Born Chinese) named Kathy. What started out as some eye contact led to flirting, which led to dancing. Which is why I was grinding my crotch against hers and kneading her ass with both hands. She was a looker: great Asian face, golden skin, and breasts that felt really good pressed against me.
I had barely gotten her name, where she was studying, what she was doing in BJ (Beijing). But that hardly mattered. All that mattered was her arms around my neck, my hands kneading her ass through her pants, and my lips moving from her neck to her lips. We locked in a kiss. I turned her around and pressed into her ass. A slight moan escaped her lips. My hands made their way from her bare midriff to her chest and back again. God her tits felt nice.
Times like I love dancing – my hand – more than sex – creeping down – the flashing lights – to her pants – the sweat – and slipping – the smoke lingering in the air – past her panties – the heat of your partner – one finger – the swaying bodies around you – crawling past the hair – the hypnotic beat – and sliding along her crack – and then the pace of your dancing slows – her head turning to mine – and eventually stops – with her eyes closed – and you find yourself holding her chest while you kiss her from behind. Damn. The song stopped.
But the kiss continued for a few precious moments more. “I really need to go to the bathroom,” she said, “I’ll be right back, I promise.”
“Want me to come along and help,” I said with a smile. “Yes. But I’ll go by myself.” Waiting for a girl to come back from the bathroom sucks. Especially when you don’t know when she’ll come back or even if she’ll be interested later.
She came back and put her hands on my chest, “John, my friend wants to go… she’s pretty drunk and when she gets drunk she gets really sleepy. Here’s my number. Please call me tomorrow, she said, running her hand down my body, pausing at my crotch, and then moving to my hands. I walked her outside, holding her hands, and gave her a peck on the cheek. Gosh, I can be such a gentleman.
Well, maybe I had something for next week. But I was empty-handed tonight. I sighed and went to the bar, thinking of Kathy’s arched body in my arms. I can’t wait to unwrap her, I thought. Saddling up to the bar, I ordered a Tsingtao. Actually, I ordered about 10 times. The bartenders barely listen to your orders.
It’s like they think if they ignore you enough, you’ll just go away. Good salesmanship. I sucked on my Tsingtao, making the 15 kuai I spent on her last. I never go out with more than 200 kuai (about 25 bucks) on me. I’ve had to many friends get drunk, get friendly with a girl, and find themselves broke and begging for money to get a taxi home. I was down to 50. Enough for one drink and my ride home. The night was beginning to look hopeless.
I gazed out onto the dance floor and scanned the crowd. She’s hot (and with a guy). She’s not. I’d do her (if her big ass boyfriend wouldn’t mind). Wouldn’t touch her if she paid me. Just the regular dance floor scanning. I hadn’t put my beer goggles on and that made my chances to hook up with a “hottie” even slimmer.
Eyes: 3 Cuties on the Radar at 4 o’clock!! Brain: Can we get a confirmation?
Eyes: Check… 3 … er… 2 cuties at 4 o’clock!! Brain: All right.
I headed over to the vicinity and started doing my thing. I always take time to approach girls. I’ve found you have to look closely at them, make eye contact, and measure them up. Sometimes, what’s nice from far is far from nice and the damn low lights only aggravate this phenomenon. On closer inspection, I found one hottie and one backup plan. I started dancing with them, and then I started dancing with the hottie. Unfortunately, she would have nothing of it. I switched to the backup. I held her hands and started pulling her in. She smiled at me.
We started dancing. And we just started dancing closer, and closer, and closer until we were pressing against each other. Two songs later we were moving our hands all over each other. One song later we found ourselves on the dark plush couches that make this disco so great. My hand had slipped up her shirt and was cupping her small breasts. She looked at me and had a smile on her face. I know that smile; she’d gotten around the block before.
She started talking, “my name is Annie.”
Annie was her English name, and I honestly can’t remember her Chinese name. They make those things so hard to pronounce! She was one of the locals who liked to hang out at the expatriate joints for the extra entertainment it provided. I was certainly up to the task tonight. “So, your sweet on me, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said tweaking her nipple and running my hand along her leg. “Good!” she said. With that, she flipped her legs over and sat on my lap facing me. She pushed me down and forced her tongue in my mouth. She led the pace. And the kissing was frantic, fast. What she lost in technique she made up for in effort.
My hand slipped under her skirt and I started rubbing her. She kissed faster. My other hand busied itself with her bra clasp. Her hands started rubbing me. I now had easy access, small breasts. I pulled the shirt up some and started sucking on her nipple. She started moaning. Now my hands had both moved to her other breast. I felt it was feeling left out. She pulled my head closer to her breasts causing me to suck harder. She began dry humping my jeans.
Up the ante…
Her friends interrupted us. Someone touched her on her back. She adjusted her shirt and turned to face them. They started talking in Chinese. I was only able to pick out a few phrases here and there. The ugly friend thought I was cute. The other wanted to know if they should ditch us here. Everything else was melodic tones and quick exchanges. My hands had drifted to her legs and ass and I enjoyed touching her while her friends watched with smirks on their faces. They left and started dancing again. I decided to up the ante a little. I pulled her close to me kissing her and slipped my hand down her panties.
“Hold on there, not so fast,” she said, stopping my hand. I turned her over onto the couch and mounted her.
“Yes,” I said. I pushed my hand down her panties again, feeling her wetness. “Let’s go to your place,” I offered.
“I can’t. I live with my parents. What about your place?”
Damn. My place was out of the question. I was still living on campus and they didn’t allow visitors after 11 pm (kind of puts a cramp on things sometimes). “Well, she said, “I can’t just leave you Blue-Balled like this.”
“Where’d you learn that phrase?” I asked her. She just smiled and kneeled to the side of me on the couch and moved her head closer to my crotch. She unzipped my pants and played with my raging hard-on through my boxers and then slipped my dick out. She jacked on it, looking at me for a second, and then she devoured it.
God, she’s good…
My head fell back and I let out a sigh. God, she felt so good. She sucked on my head, twirling her tongue around, and then she started to bob on my prick. I pulled her skirt up and started feeling her ass through her panties. This got her more excited. She moved two fingers around my penis and started blowing me like a pro. I had never had a blowjob that felt this good before. In no time I’d be shooting my load down her throat.
“Hey let’s go.” I heard a voice. Her two friends came over and started putting on their jackets. She didn’t even react. She just kept on sucking. Head moving up and down, up and down. Hand moving faster and faster along my length. I on the other hand had noticed her friends. And it wasn’t helping things. Their glances moved from me to her bobbing head, and they smiled at me. “C’mon. Let’s go,” they said again.
Her sucking got more insistent and I started forgetting about her friends. Her other hand played with my balls. I got closer and closer to orgasm. “If you don’t finish in one minute, we’re leaving.” And that’s when she did it.
I don’t know what she did, but it was some combination of tongue and teeth, and hands, and, whatever it was, it was wonderful. I lost it and started shooting in her mouth. The first spurt went down her throat; the second filled her mouth; she had pulled off me by the third shot and it blasted onto the table between her friends and us.
She squeezed my balls and the fourth shot fired out and landed on the knee of her friend’s black leather hot pants. The rest dribbled out around her hands she got up, swallowed my load, and licked the cum off her hands and said, “Gotta go.”
Her friends handed her jacket to her and they left me there. As I buckled myself up I couldn’t shake the image of two girls watching as their friend wrapped her lips around me and sucked me off, and then left me hanging to dry.