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Crossing the Tsangpo

by Gordie D  (GordonD103@aol.com)


Standing on the banks of the river, I think it was the Tsangpo, I wondered what
I should do. There was a narrow wooden bridge crossing it, wide enough for one
car, but it was missing a good fifteen foot section in the middle, as though an
overloaded truck had tried, and failed, to make the crossing. I looked right,
looked left, wondering which way to go, wondering if I should go back . . . . .

I had received a small inheritance, and rather than fritter it away, I decided
to use it for something really memorable. In college I had always envied my
friends who had spent the summer wandering around Europe, and, although I had
been out of school for a few years, I decided this would be my opportunity. As
well as Europe, I decided to extend my trip to India, where I had a friend who
worked on an agricultural project, and maybe China, if my money held out.

During the first three weeks I wandered around by train to wherever looked
interesting, London, Paris, Madrid, Berlin, Warsaw. On my way down to Italy I
called my friend in India, who gave me directions to where he lived, telling me
which trains I would have to take. He didn't, though, tell me how hot it would
be there.

I spent a couple days collapsed on the bed in his guest bedroom, wilting in the
hundred-degree heat, before I told him, sorry, I just couldn't take it. I
staggered onto the next train heading east, toward China. There was a city in
China, Tapuhsing, that was about a day's walk from the Indian border, and I
decided it might be interesting to make the trip by foot, then take the train
to Beijing, and fly home from there.

It was a very rural, rocky, desolate area. The road leading to Tapuhsing was
unpaved, with as many horses and donkeys as cars and trucks. Throughout the
day, I remembered thinking it was odd how there were fewer and fewer people on
the road as I walked along. When I reached the bridge that had a section
missing, I realized the locals must have known about the bridge, and were
taking an alternate route. As I stood there trying to make up my mind what to
do, I saw three people approaching. At first I thought it was a mother and her
two boys, but as they got closer, I realized they must be brother and sister.
The woman was around twenty, the boys around ten and twelve. She had two big
bags of what looked like grain, tied together and slung over her shoulders and
the boys were lugging heavy canvas bags. I guess they didn't know the bridge
was out either. As they reached it they started talking among themselves.

I walked over to them, pointed up and down the river, asked, "Do you know which
way . . . " And held my hands out. Both the boys, chattering quickly, pointed
to the right and gestured for me to follow them. After walking for a minute, I
pointed to myself and said, "Brad . . ."

Their sister nodded and said, "Chen," Pointing at herself. She was really
interesting. As we walked along, every so often she would look over at me and
carefully study my face, with an impassive gaze, her mouth a straight line. I
don't know if there was any kind of attraction there, or if it was just
curiosity. She certainly was pretty, though- Smooth shiny black hair down past
her shoulders, a nice slender figure underneath her loose dark blue cotton
pants and jacket, a cute, small, full lipped mouth, but her most interesting
feature was her eyes. A beautiful almond shape with deep black pupils, they had
a curiosity to them, like she was intently studying every thing she looked at.
She had a sort of serious manner to her, but, I guess like all guys do, I felt
I could get her to lighten up.

By gestures, I offered to carry the bags Chen had slung over her shoulders, but
once she understood what I meant she impatiently waived me off. My normal male
impulse to flirt with every woman I meet was hindered somewhat by the language
barrier, but as we walked along the banks of the river I picked a large yellow
and white flower from a bush and stuck it behind my ear. When she noticed it
her impassive expression softened slightly, but then she looked away, shaking
her head, as if she pitied anyone who acted so ridiculous. A minute later I
pulled a leaf off a tree, tore it into strips, and stuck two of the strips to
my upper lip, like a green moustache. The boys cracked up, thinking it was
hilarious, and although Chen tried to keep a straight face, she couldn't keep
the corners of her mouth from rising a millimeter or two.

After about twenty minutes we reached the next bridge. Along the side of the
road leading up to the bridge several merchants had stands set up, a noodle
vendor, a mechanic who fixed flats and made minor repairs, and an old woman
selling cups of shaved ice with some kind of flavoring on it. It wasn't as hot
as India had been, but it was still in the low eighties. I went over to the
woman selling the shaved ice and held up four fingers, and called the boys
over. I handed them each one, and took one over to Chen, who nodded her thanks,
then we all crossed the bridge and headed back up on the opposite side.

Every so often we would pass by a small cluster of wooden huts, fish nets
drying, chickens scratching around, but the landscape was pretty deserted for
most of the walk, reeds and tall grasses growing by the river, and an
occasional tree, but otherwise it was pretty rocky and desolate. After walking
a while, Chen shrugged off the bags she had been carrying and said a few quick
words to her brothers. They both dropped their bags and ran to the rivers'
edge, pulling off their clothes. A swim was sounding pretty good to me too. I
didn't have a swimsuit with me, but the boys went in without one, and, for a
rural farm family, I figured nudity wouldn't be a big deal. As I set down my
backpack and started taking off my shirt I gestured toward Chen, then toward
the water, asking her if she was going in. With her expression still serious
and impassive, she gave a quick shake of her head. She struck me as someone who
didn't allow herself very much fun. I tugged on her sleeve, gave her a smile
and tilted my head toward the water, trying to encourage her. With the faintest
trace of a smile, more of a polite smile really, she again shook her head, then
sat down. Resting her forearms on her knees, she carefully watched her brothers
splashing around.

As I stripped down, an idea passed through my mind. After two or three seconds
of consideration, I knelt down and scooped Chen off the ground, carried her
into the river and tossed her in, then dove in myself. Her brothers, treading
water in the middle of the river, howled with laughter as Chen came to the
surface, gasping, spluttering, pushing the hair from her face. She looked at me
in shock for a second, gave an annoyed growl (hopefully with a trace of
playfulness in it . . . ), then clambered up the bank, shaking her hands off.

"Sorry- I couldn't help myself," I laughed, hoping that she would pick up from
the tone of my voice that it was all in fun. She barked a couple words at her
brothers, who were still laughing. With an exasperated sigh she took off her
thin cotton jacket, under which was a white tank top. She wrung it out, set it
on a large rock on the bank to dry off, then did the same with her pants,
revealing a pair of white panties. She shot me a look, shaking her head,
grumbling something under her breath (Probably, "I expect this kind of nonsense
from my brothers . . ."). I called her name and gestured for her to come for a
swim. Her brothers joined in, giggling, splashing water at her, encouraging her
to come in. She thought for a moment, gave a sigh, then grasped the bottom of
her tank top and pulled upward.

Her breasts were beautiful, small but nicely rounded, capped with light pink,
quarter sized areolae. She undressed as casually and unselfconciously as if she
alone in her bedroom. Pulling off her panties, her very dark black pubic hair,
between the gentle curves of her hips, contrasted with her smooth, creamy pale
skin, which had just a touch of olive color to it. Stepping into the river, she
impatiently splashed some water with her foot at her brothers, who were still
laughing at her. We all swam around, washing the sweat and dust of the days
walk off. After a while I dove underneath Chen's older brother, grabbed his
ankle and pulled him underwater. Coming up, I saw Chen and her other brother
laughing. He surfaced, gasping, and seeing his sister laughing at him, swam
after her. She tried to get away, but he dove underneath her, Chen giving out a
squeal just before she was pulled under. A battle ensued, Chen and her older
brother against me and her younger brother, splashing water around, ganging up
and trying to pull one another under water. We played around a while longer
till Chen, exhausted, swam to the bank and climbed out, sitting down and
breathing heavily.

I swam over to her, hauling myself out of the water and sitting next to her,
giving her a smile. She returned a slightly embarrassed smile, letting her eyes
dip to the ground. I grabbed her elbow and gave a little wiggle, letting her
know it was okay, you have to have a little fun now and then. We lay back, the
warm sun feeling great on our naked bodies. Chen had really gotten more relaxed
since I had first met her- She leaned back on her elbows, closing her eyes and
holding her face toward the sun. My first impulse, to toss her in the river,
had succeeded, so I followed my next one. I leaned over and kissed her on the
cheek. She opened her eyes suddenly, then looked over at me, looking me in the
eye with her serious, impassive face. Her expression didn't give anything away,
but the rush of blood to her face and the way her chest was moving up and down
gave me an idea of what she was thinking. Her expression softened slightly and
she turned her head toward mine. I leaned in again and touched our lips
together, kissing her softly at first, gradually increasing the intensity, Chen
getting more enthusiastic along with me. As we sucked our lips together, I
stroked her arm, then I worked my way down to her hip. She suddenly pulled
away, looked at me, looked over at her brothers, who were still swimming
around, then back at me. Looking around, I saw there were some tall grasses
growing about ten feet from the rivers edge. I looked at her, then over at the
grass. She turned toward the grass, then turned back toward me, and then
studied my face carefully. She didn't say anything or nod her head, instead,
she just relaxed her expression, narrowed her eyes and allowed the corners of
her mouth to come up a fraction of an inch.

I took her hand and led her into the middle of the patch of grass. I flattened
out a small area, then patted the ground, looking up at her. Sitting upright,
we kissed slowly, open mouthed, then I gently pushed her down on her back.
Still locked together, I ran the tip of my tongue in circles inside her mouth,
just past her lips. She seemed surprised at this, but made no move to pull
away. I guess she had just never done it quite like that before. Tentatively,
she poked her tongue against mine. It took her a minute to warm up to it, but
eventually our tongues, slippery with saliva, slowly circled, exploring each
other.

I circled the palm of my hand around slowly, lightly skimming her nipple, then
applied more pressure, squeezing, massaging, her chest heaving up and down.
Does anything feel better than squeezing a woman's tit? I caressed her, hearing
her moan as we kissed.

I took my mouth away from her and propped myself up on my elbow. I let my hand
go from her breast to her stomach. I circled my hand around her stomach, very,
very slowly working my way down. I watched the anticipation on Chen's face.
Taking deep breaths through her mouth, eyes wide, her face began to flush a
bright red. As I began to work my way through her crisp black pubic hair, Chen
closed her eyes, surrendering. She gasped as I massaged her little pussy, a
gasp that turned to a deep groan as I leaned down and sucked one of her tits
into my mouth, flicking the nipple around with my tongue. My dick had gotten
hard when we first started, but by now it was visibly throbbing, deep red,
veins bulging, pumped up to its absolute maximum, desperate to get in on the
action. As I masturbated Chen and sucked on her nipple, I pushed my erection
against the soft skin of her hip.

She started making quick, squeaky gasps, eyes shut, her hand tightly gripping
my forearm. I parted her legs a little more, then moved down. She wouldn't let
go of my arm, but I managed to get into position anyway, taking my hand away
from her erect little clit and using my tongue on her, running it around in
firm circles. As soon as my tongue touched her, her orgasm exploded, Chen
lifting her head and taking a quick, deep breath, then letting out a long,
urgent groan. As she ran out of breath, she took a few gasps of air, then
groaned again, her orgasm still going. I kept going till my tongue got tired,
then took over with my hand. After a minute she seemed to come out of it,
opening her eyes and looking around blankly, as if she had just come out of a
dream. Leaning down to kiss her, Chen wrapped her arms around me and closed her
eyes again, holding me tightly.

Eventually I rolled over on my back and propped myself up on my elbow. Reaching
over, I took Chen's hand and put it over my erection. Looking from my dick to
my face and back, she began to tentatively and gently stroke it, using just her
fingertips. Being from a rural area, I didn't know how much experience she had
with things like this, but I was willing to lie back and let her experiment. I
sighed to let her know how good it felt. She wrapped her soft little hand all
the way around and started stroking more firmly, watching my face. She looked
down at my dick and bit her lip, like she was trying to make up her mind about
something. Glancing up at me, Chen leaned down, her hand circling the base of
my erection, and very gently touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of
it. I groaned as she started running her tongue up and down. The way she
carefully and delicately worked on my dick felt incredible. Hearing my groans
of pleasure encouraged her- She started licking the underside of my now
pounding erection with her entire tongue, gradually increasing the intensity,
getting more and more into it.

Working up and down the entire length, each time she would get to the top she
would very briefly encircle just the very tip of my dick with her lips. She
kept going, enthusiastically licking, running her soft little tongue up and
down, but never taking more than a bare fraction of an inch into her mouth. I
don't know if it was pleasure or torture. Each time she would get to the top I
would gently push her head forward, trying to get her to take more in her
mouth. When she figured out what I wanted, she pulled her tongue back in,
looked at my face for a moment, then opened her mouth and skimmed her lips over
the head of my achingly erect dick. Each time she would take a fraction more
in, finally working over the head, her soft lips dragging along the shaft. 

I lay back, eyes closed, sighing at the great feeling, stroking Chen's silky
hair, running my hand along the soft curves of her body. Hearing the pleasure
it was giving me, she got more enthusiastic, bobbing her head more quickly,
running her hand along my chest and stomach. She was in another world, lips
stretched around my throbbing erection, trying to return the pleasure I had
given her. Any worries or responsibilities Chen had on her mind earlier in the
day were forgotten. With the warm sun on our bodies, a light breeze blowing,
she ran her tongue firmly along the underside as she sucked me, squishing the
head into the back of her throat, every so often taking it out of her mouth and
stroking it, admiring how it seemed to have gotten even bigger and harder than
before. She looked up at me. I stroked her hair and let her know by my
expression that I was enjoying it. Her eyes narrowed and she gave me a soft
smile before once again eagerly engulfing my long, rock hard erection.

It felt incredible, but you reach a point where you just have to come. I pulled
my dick away from Chen and got up on my knees, then pulled her up against me,
squeezing her, looking into her eyes. She returned my gaze, then I think it
dawned on her what I had on my mind. She fixed me with her curious, impassive
look for a minute, took a slow breath, let her eyes dip downward for an
instant, then gave me her soft smile.

My erection was pounding, desperate to come, and I figured I would have to take
it very, very slow with Chen if I was going to last more than half a minute.
Eyes wide in anticipation, face flushed and breathing through her mouth, Chen
lay back and slowly parted her legs, anxiously gripping my arm. I lay on top of
her, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her neck, poking the head of my dick
around till I found her little opening. I like to tease myself a little,
pushing just the tip into a girl for a minute, anticipating what she's going to
feel like. Coating the head of my erection in Chen's slipperiness, Chen moaning
as her clit was being massaged, every so often I would take an exploratory poke
inside her and- oh man - Her vaginal muscles resisting at first, then slowly
giving way, tightly squeezing my intruding penis, gripping it as though she
didn't want it to leave as I pulled it back out.

She started thrusting her hips forward, pushing herself onto my dick. She
couldn't wait any longer either. I started easing myself in and out of her,
groaning, the sensitive skin of my very erect penis feeling every sensation of
her warm, soft wetness. Chen sighing, hands clamped onto my butt, trying to get
me to speed up, eagerly pushing herself upward to meet my downward thrusts.

It was taking a little longer than I thought, and Chen began moaning and
hyperventilating, sounding like she was going to come again. In a minute, just
as I felt my orgasm coming, she let out a long moan. I gave half a dozen quick
pumps into her, both of us groaning together, then held still as I shot a
sudden, powerful jet of semen deep into Chen's most private and intimate
recesses, followed up by several more equally powerful spurts which filled her,
cum spilling out onto the ground. When I had shot it all into her, I slowly
eased my still rock hard dick in and out of her, coating the length of it in my
thick slippery semen, coating the walls of her pussy, Chen sighing deeply each
time she exhaled.

I rolled over on my back, exhausted. We lay next to each other, panting,
recovering, Chen still gripping my forearm with her delicate little hand. When
she had caught her breath, she sat up, propping herself up on her elbow, and
looked down at me. She studied my face, her curious expression softened a bit,
her eyes narrowed, maybe her cares put in the back of her mind for a while.
After staring at me for a minute, I plucked a blade of grass and tickled Chen's
nose, Chen grinning, then I pulled her down, so her head was resting on my
chest.

After a while we heard her brothers calling out, searching for us through the
tall grass. When they came across us lying together, they broke up laughing.
Picking up a stick and flinging it at them, she barked a few words at them, the
boys retreating back to the river.

Continuing along the dusty dirt road to Tapuhsing, every so often her brothers
would whisper to each other, then make kissing noises, exploding in giggles.
Chen would swat at them with a stick she had picked up for the purpose, but she
did it in a playful way, like it was all in fun. I picked up a stick of my own
and gave Chen a good smack on the butt. She gave a gasp of disbelief, then,
biting her lip to keep from laughing, took a swing at me, which I barely
managed to dodge. Her older brother came around to her other side and smacked
his hand against her butt, then scampered away. Halfway between a laugh and a
growl, Chen said a few words to her brother, flinging her stick at him, hitting
him in the backside. With my backpack and their heavy bags, none of us could
move very fast, and we all walked along, keeping our distance from each other,
laughing and giggling, watching our backsides, keeping our eyes on one another.

In a minute a group of people walking in the opposite direction came toward us.
Dressed similar to Chen and her brothers, they looked like farm people, and as
they approached us she and the boys pulled themselves together, walking a bit
more slowly, walking with their heads slightly downward and with their
expressions calm and impassive. They all nodded at one another, muttering
greetings. In time we came to a crossroads, Chen glancing over at me and
pointing to the right. Evidently she and her brothers would be turning off.
Chen gave me a nod, then looked at me for a moment. Giving me a soft smile, she
turned and headed down the road with her brothers, and I continued along the
road toward Tapuhsing.


                           The End



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