A Brief Affair

The sun was setting when I arrived at Liu's apartment.  I had told her that
I might drop by, but I had not made a definite plan.  Thus, it was
understandable that, when she opened her door, she was casually dressed and
that both she and her small apartment were in a state of mild disarray.  As
she often did, she was wearing a multi-layered outfit consisting of a pair
of jeans and a loosely fitted, short sleeved sweater over a cotton T-shirt.
However, her general appearance indicated that it had not received the
attention which she usually gave it.  In particular, her hair had not been
combed, her shirt was untucked, and her face had the slightly puffy look of
a face which has not been scrubbed after a nap.  The state of her apartment
was comparable to that of her person.  Clothes were strewn over its scant
furnishings, and dishes were piled unwashed in the sink.

Nonetheless, Liu showed no signs of embarrassment about and offered no
apologies for the unkempt state of either herself or her abode.  Instead,
she welcomed me into her apartment, clearing a path for us through the mess
and then dumping clothes off a chair so that I could sit down.  When I was
seated, Liu took up a position directly in front of me and leaned forward
until her face was inches from my own.  Apparently oblivious to the view of
her unfettered breasts which her position afforded me, she smiled into my
face and said,

``I am glad that you found time to visit me at my home.  As you can see, I
was not sure whether you would come and made no preparations lest you did.
What you have before you is me in my natural habitat, no frills and no
excuses.  The only question is what we are going to do now that you are
here.  We have two options.  The first is to continue the game of cat and
mouse which we have been playing at the office.  The second is to find out
whether the cat and mouse find each other as fascinating when they are free
to act on their inclinations as they do when have to curb those
inclinations.  In that we already know what it entails, the first option is
the safer one.  It carries with it no danger of damaging what has been an
innocent, if somewhat frustrating, dalliance which we have both enjoyed.
The second is simultaneously more intriguing and more daunting.  The
fascination may dissolve when exposed to intimacy, and, even if it
survives, the nature of our relationship would be irreparably altered.  My
ambivalence prevents me from making a decision, and so, like myriads of
women before me, I will defer to your better judgment.''

Liu's words took me surprise.  I had always known that she was well aware
of her own role in our game and had interpreted her active participation as
evidence that she enjoyed it as much as I.  Indeed, this was not the first
time that she had less than covertly treated me to a glimpse of her
breasts.  On the other hand, it never occurred to me that Liu had any
intention of allowing our flirtation to be anything more than that: an
indulgence in puppy love by a couple of people to whom the term ``puppy''
no longer applies.  For one thing, she is much younger than I.  Secondly,
and perhaps more relevant, I have a wife and she has a boyfriend, albeit
one who was living elsewhere at the time.  Under these circumstances, there
was little or no chance that a one night stand would evolve into a more
lasting arrangement.  Thirdly, I am honest enough to realize that my
physical attributes are insufficient to impel an attractive, intelligent
young woman, less than half my age, to invite me into her bed.  Thus, from
her perspective, I saw nothing for her to gain other than a opportunity to
satisfy her libido.

It was only after I had reached this conclusion that I realized that the
same line of reasoning applied to me.  Other than satisfy my curiosity
about the details of the two cones of flesh which she had before and was
once again exposing to me, what had I to gain from joining her under her
rumpled sheets?  In fact, when I thought about it, even the origin of my
curiosity seemed a bit odd.  Liu's were neither the first nor the most
beautiful pair of breasts which I had encountered.  On the contrary, not
only her bust but her entire body is far from the curvaceous, feminine
ideal which my childhood indoctrination had taught me to seek in a woman.
Her Asian genes have endowed her with a elegant, nearly boyish frame,
devoid of the sumptuous excess which I had learned to admire and many of
her western sisters possess.  At the same time, I understood that my
attraction to her was a consequence of the difference between her and the
other women whom I had known.  I was charmed not only by the elegance of
her figure but also by her personality.  Without any of the edge which I
had come to associate with the feminist model of ``a strong woman,'' Liu
can comfortably hold her ground in any conversation.  She is willing to
employ feminine wiles when she deems them appropriate, but she does not
rely on them and knows that, in the end, it is the power of her intellect
which will win the day.  In a sense, her personality is a perfect match for
her body: both are strong and neither diminishes her appeal as a woman.

With these conflicting thoughts rushing through my mind, I addressed the
question which Liu had left hanging in the air.

``Liu, you know all too well my attraction to you.  Leaning over me the way
that you are, you are fully cognizant of the mesmerizing effect that your
breasts are having on me.  When you have shown them to me in the past, you
could be sure that I would only stare at them, but now you are inviting,
even challenging, me to go further.  How much further neither of us knows.
I am sorely tempted to take you in my arms and ravage you.  That would
obviate the need for thought and would relieve us of the burden of making
more decisions.  But it would also reduce our potentially beautiful union
to an act of bestial carnality, one which, satisfying as we might find it
for the moment, would destroy the distinctly human attachment which we have
had heretofore.  For this reason, I propose that we proceed incrementally.
Suppose we start by having you complete the exposure of your breasts.''

Maintaining eye contact all the while, Liu dropped her hands to her waist,
grasped the bottom edge of her sweater and shirt, and, while her torso
performed a feline undulation, slid them up her body to reveal the expanse
of tawny flesh which they had been hiding.  With an innate sense of how to
maximize the sensual impact of what she was doing, she prolonged the baring
of her breasts, teasingly letting the hem of her sweater play a game of
hide and seek as it passed over them and then pausing a moment with her
sweater and shirt bunched around her neck before lifting them over her
head.  After dropping them on the floor, she shook her head until her hair
was symmetrically flowing over her shoulders and then placed her hands on
the arms of my chair so that I would be blatantly confronted by what she
had just revealed.

Staring at me were Liu's nipples.  As I had anticipated, her breasts are
rather small, but they are nicely shaped and well suited to her diminutive
frame.  What I had not anticipated is either the size of her aereolae or
the prominence of her nipples.  Her aereolae are a dark, reddish brown and
at least an inch in diameter.  In addition, because her breasts taper to a
point, her aereolae do not lie flat but instead cover a portion of the
conical surface which they adorn.  Fully erect and succulently full, her
nipples emerge from the center of each aureola.  Like an infant responding
to the sight of his mother's teats, I felt a strong urge to suckle at Liu's
beckoning breasts.  However, I resisted that urge and instead brought my
hands forward to cup each dangling cone in my palms.  As I palpated the
firm orbs which I held, her rigid nipples grazed against rough surface of
my hands and seemed to grow.  Pleased by their response, I systematically
but gently bent them back and forth, eliciting mewing sounds of pleasure
from their owner.

I continued this mutually tantalizing form of stimulation for several
minutes until Liu straddled my legs and, without disengaging my hands,
moved toward me, lowered herself onto my legs so that she was sitting on my
thighs with her knees resting on the seat and her crotch nestling against
my own.  Inspired by their proximity and curious to find out just how large
I could make them grow, I released my hold on her breasts and positioned my
hands so that I could hold her turgid nipples in my finger tips.  Applying
sufficient pressure to prevent their escape, I began a slow milking of her
teats.  Starting at the base, I repeatedly rolled my fingers along the
stalk of each nipple, on each cycle stretching them to their full length
and holding them there for several moments before beginning again.  My
efforts were soon rewarded.  In an obvious attempt to augment the intensity
of her experience, Liu responded to the pull on her nipples by leaning back
at the same time as I was drawing her nipples in the opposite direction,
and during the brief intervals when, through our cooperative effort, they
were fully extended, she threw her head back and emitted a sigh of carnal
satisfaction.
 
Knowing that her nipples would become sore if we continued too long, after
a couple of minutes I relinquished my hold on them and placed my hands on
her shoulders.

``In order to take the next step, you are going to have to unbutton your
jeans and expose your lower belly to me.  I am a great admirer of the
entire female anatomy, not just the apparatus which produces milk.  I
suspect that you have a beautifully curved belly, but I want to confirm my
suspicion.  If it meets with my approval, I would like to spend some time
exploring its contours.''

A little confused by my request but not averse to finding out where it
would lead, Liu dropped her hands and prised open the buttons which had
been holding her jeans shut.  Unconvinced that the resulting exposure was
adequate, before resuming her position, she raised her hips high enough to
slide the jeans down and leave only her panties covering her lower belly.
There are few sights which give me greater pleasure than that of a rounded
but firm female belly.  What pleases me about it are the competing
attributes which give it its beauty.  On the one hand, it is designed to
accommodate the imposition put upon it while carrying an child.  Thus, it
should have the shape of an inverted bowl which swells from the waist,
making a horizontal ledge for her navel to sit on, and narrows as it passes
her hips and approaches her pelvis.  At the same time, it should have
sufficient musculature to maintain its melon-like curvature.  Few woman
achieve such a stomach, but Liu's is as close to ideal as I have ever seen.
Besides its pleasing shape, the appeal of her stomach comes from the color
of her skin.  Unlike Caucasian women, whose lower bellies are likely to be
pallid and devoid of color, the skin covering Liu's has a lovely texture
and delicious tone.  If her abdominal region has any imperfections, they
result her overall diminutive size: her upper torso and pelvic saddle are
simply too small to produce the sort of dramatic dip which is responsible
for a wasp waist.  Nonetheless, whatever its defects, Liu's was a belly
with which I wanted to become better acquainted.

``Liu, I would like your tummy to perform for me.  If you fold your arms
behind your back so that your shoulders are drawn back and your tummy is
thrust forward, I will try to massage your stomach in ways which will
encourage it to contract and undulate like a belly dancer's.  I don't know
if you are aware of the sensual potential of a woman's belly, but there are
parts of the world in which it is considered the most sexually potent
portion of the female anatomy.  I am hoping that together we can find out
the reason why it is held in such high esteem.''

Liu straightened her back and folded her arms back so they her forearms
rested in the hallow created when she trust her tummy forward, holding them
in place by grasping her elbows.  From the quizzical look on her face, I
could tell that she felt a little awkward and was uncertain about what to
expect.  Not wanting to prolong her suspense, I immediately put my hands on
her tummy and began tracing my fingers along its subtle contours.  To my
delight, I could feel tremors caused by the contraction of her abdominal
muscles as my fingers passed over them.  Initially these tremors were
barely perceptible, but they soon grew in strength.  As I had hoped, Liu's
body instinctively knew how enhance the stimulation it was receiving.  To
relieve the frustration caused by my purposefully ephemeral caresses, Liu
tightened her abdominal muscles in an attempt to bring my hands into closer
contact with her belly.  Although her efforts won her scant relief, they
accentuated her waist.  As I said earlier, Liu's is not a wasp waist, but
it is slender, and the contraction of her muscles combined with the
swelling of her tummy gave it definition.

Wanting to gain direct access to flesh hidden beneath her panties, I
inserted a finger into her waist band and, after getting a nod of consent
from Liu, slowly pulled her panties down, applying the same care as I would
have had I been removing the skin from a fruit which I did not want to
blemish.  I lowered them in front to the top edge of her public hair and
then reached around to lower them in back to the same level.  Like that of
her upper torso, the flesh which I uncovered has an enticing blend of
colors: it is tawny with a slight hint of pink.  In addition, padded as it
is by a thin layer of fat beneath, the skin on her tummy has a texture
which defies all attempts at artificial reproduction: it can be found only
on a woman in her prime or a baby in its infancy.

Unwilling to simply gaze at its perfection, I brought my hands forward,
placed my thumbs at the edge of the crater containing her bellybutton, and
spread them so that my palms and fingers would encompass her stomach.
Having already bared her breasts to me and allowed my hands complete
liberty with them and their nipples, Liu's response my hands on her belly
may seem a little odd.  Like a schoolgirl for whom petting is an exciting
but disturbing new experience, she gasped when she felt my fingers probe
through the soft tissue to the firm muscles responsible for maintaining the
rounded hemisphere which I had laid bare.  As if to explain her gasp, Liu
shared her emotions with me.

``There are many times when I have been naked in front of both men and
women, but I have never felt more exposed and vulnerable than I do at the
moment.  There is something strangely erotic about having my tummy the
focus of attention.  I know that my stomach is the best part of my figure,
and I am pleased to have it appreciated by a connoisseur.  On the other
hand, having it the center of attention carries with it the obligation to
make it worthy of that attention.  Thus, even though I am just sitting
here, I am acutely aware of my abdominal muscles.  You may not realize it,
but holding the pose in which you have put me makes considerable demands on
those muscles.  I am not complaining. In fact, I rather enjoy the tension
which I am experiencing.  I just thought that you ought to know about it.''

Pleased by her willingness to disclose and discuss her state of mind, I
made a suggestion.

``Liu, if you would like to explore your sense of vulnerability, I think
that I know a way to concentrate your mind on it while I continue my own
explorations.  The navel is an underutilized source of sensual pleasure,
and, at the moment, your navel is ideally positioned for me to teach you
about the pleasures it can provide you.  Thus, if you agree, I propose that
we spend some time finding out whether I can use your bellybutton to
prolong your tension and, simultaneously, whet your sexual appetite.''

Once again  Liu indicated her  approval with a  nod of her head.   When she
did, I removed my hands from  her lower belly and brought the forefinger of
my right  hand to the edge  of the crater at  the bottom of  which lies her
bellybutton.  Seated on the little ledge  at the junction of her tummy with
her waist, the ring of flesh  below my fingertip was slightly puckered, and
I knew that it would be exquisitely sensitive to my slightest touch.  Thus,
before beginning the  torment for which that region  was destined, I warned
Liu that  I intended to  make it difficult  to stand the sensations  that I
would be  causing her but that  she should concentrate  on those sensations
and to resist her desire to avoid or diminish them.

Without further delay, I ran the tip of my forefinger along the rim of her
navel, barely touching but never loosing contact with her deliciously
smooth skin.  After several circuits, Liu's head dropped back so that her
hair swept from one shoulder to the other when she began rocking her torso
from side to side.  I could not see her face, but I suspected that she had
closed her eyes and was making a valiant effort to comply with my wishes.
When I saw that she had learned how to absorb and enjoy the sensations, I
began allowing my finger to penetrate further.  Each time that my finger
reached the bottom of her navel, I could see a shiver pass over her body
and felt her abdominal muscles tighten around the digit intruding into
their midst.  Having my finger gripped in the silken sleeve of her navel
was a remarkably sensual experience.  Of course I knew full well that, in
large part, its sensuality derived from its role as surrogate for a more
conventional form of sexual intercourse, but that realization did not
detract from my pleasure at having my finger embedded in such a wonderfully
responsive nest as the one Liu was providing it.

At first it required all of Liu will power to tolerate the invasion of her
navel.  However, after she had resigned herself to accepting it, her body
language changed and began to indicate that she had learned to not only
accept but even enjoy having her bellybutton probed.  For one thing, she
brought her head forward so that she could observe her own tummy.  For
another, she adjusted her seat on my knees so that she could spread her
legs further apart and tip her pelvis forward.  In that position, her torso
formed a beautiful semicircle whose inner circumference was decorated above
by her breasts and below by swell of her protruding belly.  For a while,
she was content to play a passive role, simply savoring her new found
pleasure.  But as her excitement grew, she began expressing it by raising
her hips and thrusting her pelvis in the same way as she would during
intercourse at the onset of orgasm.  Sensing that she was in fact on the
brink of orgasm, I placed my left hand on her crotch and delved my fingers
through her the moist panties into the crevice between her spread labia.

I was intrigued by the possibility of convincing her body that, although it
was in an unaccustomed venue, she could respond in the accustomed manner to
the penetration she was experiencing.  With this thought in mind, I worked
my hands in concert: the right hand continuing its excavation of her navel
and the left stroking, without penetrating, the intricate folds of flesh in
the vicinity of her vulva.  It did not take long for my insidious
manipulation of her body to register.  Liu remained still for as long as
she could, but, as her orgasm approached its crescendo, her body took
command and she was forced to abandon control her convulsing body.
Finally, with a cry of relief, she flung herself forward, pressing her
breasts against my chest while clamping her thighs around my hand between
her legs.

For several minutes we remained silent in this intimate embrace.  Liu was
exhausted and I was reluctant to disturb her post-coital reverie.  When her
exhaustion began to abate, she lifted her head and expressed her gratitude
for the pleasure I had given her.  I responded by saying,

``Liu, I too am grateful.  You know now that there are rewards for putting
your body at my disposal, but you did not know that when we began.  Thus,
letting me proceed required that you to place a great deal of trust in me,
and I consider your willingness to do so an honor.  In addition, you should
know that you are not the only one who enjoyed your orgasm.  I do not think
of myself as a voyeur and have never before thought it possible to derive
significant sexual pleasure from watching someone else in the throes of an
orgasm which I was not sharing.  However, you have taught that I was wrong.
Bringing as beautiful a body as yours to orgasm and witnessing the divine
torment that is involved can be as gratifying as experiencing orgasm
oneself.  I can only hope that you will agree that once is not enough and
that I should come again.''