I can't remember ever being more nervous than before my first Asian date. It was with this beautiful Asian girl from work who had agreed to go out with me. And this girl...man! Yukia had legs as long as the Yangtze River, petite breasts and a heart-shaped face. There was only one thing causing me all these pre-show jitters. I had never actually talked to her in person.
Like I said, my colleagues had done a lot of the work in setting me up with her, in particular my mate Geoff. He told me she Thai so I had booked a table at the best Thai restaurant in town and now I was due to pick her up at her place in an hour or so. Yet, despite having nurtured a serious passion for Asian girls all these years, I had not taken the time to research how to act when on an Asian date. I hadn't a clue what was appropriate, what she would expect, etc. I was now desperately afraid of making some kind of Thai faut pas and ruin everything.
Despite everything, I found myself ringing on Yukia's doorbell an hour later, sweating buckets and at a loss as to what to say first. Luckily she took the job from me and said 'Hey, Frank' as soon as she opened the door. 'Hi'. Good response. Your doing well Frank. The Thai restaurant was about a block and half from her place so we decided to walk. When I showed her where we were eating her eyebrows went up a little, in a way that could have meant she was impressed or disappointed. Maybe it wasn't a good enough Thai place!, I thought. There is probably some secret, great Thai place that only people from Thailand know about that I was supposed to find out about. Damn it! Fallen at the first hurdle. Anyway, she didn't appear to be making a run for it just yet so we went inside and got our table. Sitting across from her didn't do anything to help my nerves. Yukia was wearing a low cut summer dress and the crescents of her small but perfectly shaped breasts were staring straight at me. I realised I had been starting straight at them only when she asked me if I knew what I was going to order. At that moment I realised I had been holding the menu limply in my hand for about 5 minutes and had yet to look at it. 'Err,' I said, playing for time as I tried to recover from my blunder 'You decide'. 'Oh, I didn't really know much about this kind of food' she replied. That took a moment to sink in but when it did I realised I was staring again. 'What!?' I very nearly shouted before restraining myself, 'How can you be from Thailand and not know about Thai food?''Wha....no, no' she said 'I'm from New York'.I knew then that I would have to find a way to kill Geoff.
So, after a little more discussion that did more to break the ice than any amount of Asian date research, I learned that Yukia was a second generation New Yorker who's heritage did ultimately trace back to Thailand. 'Face palm moment' didn't quick say it. Geoff had either neglected to mention the distant relationship to Thailand, wasn't aware of it or was just a fucking idiot. In light of these new findings, my choice of location proved to be a bit tactless, yet Yukia once again rescued the situation by suggesting that we go to the cinema instead. I agreed wholeheartedly. The latest Rom Com was what she wanted to see. I couldn't take my eyes from hers or stop myself from stealing glances at the way her dark hair moved in velvet waves over her tiny shoulders as her head turned, so I didn't really give a shit what we saw. Once inside, the film droned on in a predictable way but I was busy pressing my self back in my seat as far as I could so that I could look at her without her seeing me. So I had a Birdseye view when her hand started to move from her lap into mine and started to undo my zipper. If I had been eating popcorn, I probably would have choked to death right then from the shock.
Throughout the whole experience Yukia only ever looked me in the eyes, one cheeky glance, just as she finished pumping my dick in her delicate little hand and began to lower her head into my lad instead. I had thought that tiny little mouth of hers, that had so fixated my all night, would struggle to wrap its way around my not insignificantly proportioned member. How wrong I was. It fit like it was made for it. The first act of the film seemed to be reaching its climax just as I was. Yukia worked her mouth faster and faster, making tiny little noises of delighted that I hoped no-one else was close enough to hear. I moved my hand into her hair, felt the shape of her skull and began to guide her head up and down in time with her own rhythm. The film hit a genuinely funny scene at just the right moment, as the audiences laughing drowned my owns sounds as I came hard and loud into Yukias exquisite little mouth. A little cum dribbled down into my lap but the rest disappeared down her throat. Then she suddenly started to spank me and showd her dominant sight. The more I sceamed the more my Asian domina enjoyed what she was doing. When it was over she straightened herself in her seat, turned to me and smiled. 'That's how we do it in New York' she said. Best Asian date ever, I thought.
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