I'm nothing special. Alright, I keep myself in shape. I'm 6", 180 lbs and work for a multinational shipping insurer. But I'm basically your typical guy, and for a long time I had typical sexual desires. Most of my girlfriends (and one fiancee) were Kiwi girls, born and bred in Christchurch where I live.
They had names like Mel, Sharon and Kacey. And all of them left me feeling empty. As my career developed, I started to travel a lot more, and people from all over the world began to be seconded to our head office. Soon, I was managing an international sales team of 50 people, with people from Europe, South America and Asia. As I met new people, I gradually became more open and flexible in my sex life. I travelled to Rio and met Brazilian beauties. In Europe, I hooked up with Swedish nymphomaniacs. But ironically it was back in the Christchurch office that I met Ai, who opened my eyes to Chinese sex adventures. Isn't it funny how life works out? I'd been sleeping with girls all over the world, and in my bosses office, this beautiful Chinese girl was checking me out every day.
The first time I spoke to Ai, was in July by the beach at St Kilda. Our boss had booked a pub by the beach, and we were sipping beers, horsing around - generally enjoying the sunshine. I remember that I was talking to a female colleague about shipping rates through the Malacca straits (I know), when she said hello to someone over my shoulder. I turned around, and there was Ai. We started chatting. She was shy, but not shy at the same time, as if she was pretending to be retiring and unsure of herself. "I don't meet many Kiwi men" she admitted, fluttering her eyelashes, "have you had a Chinese girl before?" I don't think she meant to be so blunt. Or at least, I didn't, but now I'm not so sure. "No," I replied, disarmed by her charm, "It's amazing but I haven't. Let's go for a walk on the beach." As you can imagine, she agreed, and we were soon a few hundred metres away, kissing on the sand. She told me that Ai meant loving. Someone had given it to her as a nickname in Hong Kong. I thought nothing of it, and kept kissing her. Before long, we were fucking in a secluded spot away from the main beach. "I love Kiwi guys" she murmured in my ear, catching her breath.
"Fuck me, fuck me, keep going." And I did.
I reached the peak of sexual pleasure. Never before had making love been as pleasurable as these few minutes of Chinese sex. For some stupid reason, I started to form ideas about marriage. I'd started to fall in love. When I came into work the next morning, I was surprised to see that Ai wasn't there. She didn't come in for the next few days either. I asked my boss, who told me that she had been transferred. She was an international secondment staff member anyway, he told me, adding "we've got some girls coming in from India, they'll probably be just as hard-working" and winked. I couldn't summon up a chuckle to humour him. I was crushed. Ai had probably known she was being moved around, but she hadn't told me. I guess I was just another guy, but she said I was her first Kiwi guy. It was almost as if she moved around the world, ticking nationalities off her list. I felt used by her and the company. Not necessarily heartbroken, but yearning to explore what my Chinese girl could provide. Still, I got back to work and started dating again. Until one day, I was tasked with opening an office in South Korea.
It was the middle of winter, and South Korea was bitterly cold. Seoul didn't seem that welcoming to a first time visitor, even if I did have the pleasure of opening a new office. I didn't have time to do my homework about out in-country team, so I was flying blind. They could be useless. I had no idea. My job was to fly in, show them the ropes and make sure our company was in good shape. I didn't need to worry about the company. It was me I should have been concerned about. When I entered the office, a secretary took my coat and motioned me towards the office of the local manager. The windows were darkened, which was unusual, so I couldn't see inside. As I opened the door, it slammed quickly behind me. I almost jumped out of my skin, them beamed with pleasure when I saw Ai - the very same Chinese girl who had awakened my sexual desires, sitting behind the desk. "Welcome to South Korea, honey" she said, more confident now, "do you want to put the finishing touches to my new office?" There was only one answer. Ai had installed a couch at the side of her office, as if for occasions like this. She also had a skirt so short that if my thoughts were on the job, could have merited a rebuke. But my thoughts were elsewhere.
All I could think about was fucking her on the couch, over two years of sexual yearning bursting out of me with every thrust. When we were finished, she whispered into my ear "you really want to talk about shipping all day long?" and I shook my head, "It'll wait" I told her, kissing her cheek. "Everything seems to be taking shape here" I said, holding her by the waist and kissing her deeply. "There's more important work to be done."