Meanwhile across town at the Rocas Hotel, the scene of the Diaspora Conference
Quan flashed a half smile as he quickly peeled away her uniform with her name tag still pinned to it. 'Special Assistant to Rex Morgan.'
His finger had already been stroking her petals and zeroed in on her clit. Yolanda moaned softly because her pussy started to feel hot and wet at the same time. Her hands cupped her breasts, and her nipple sprang to life. With ease her lips parted slightly as her manicured fingers slipped down and then found mound that hid Quan's manhood. Yolanda's hands worked quickly, her specialty was International Relations and she was efficient at her job, just as she was freeing the attaché from China's privates.
Seconds later as they stumbled together towards the huge glassless shower, fumbling, locked in the throes of arousal and want. Yolanda heard him hissing while she gasped. His size was nothing like she had ever felt, but it fitted like it belonged. She could feel his naked body pressed against her Yolanda's fingers quivered and twitched on her clit as he found his target.
"Fuck," she whispered. "I want him."
The more that the streams of water from the shower tried to cool her bodythe hotter her pussy felt. Yolanda could feel his eagerness to bring the bilateral negotiations to an abrupt end and she slowed the rhythmic whine of her waist. She could feel him expanding.
"Not yet," she whispered and she slowed her whine.
Her hips started to follow the hands on the clock as her pussy clenched and released his huge pale cock. She reached under and stroked his balls and he growled. She wanted to enjoy it and not let him hurry. Her pussy relished the control it had over his throbbing cock and she smiled as the water from shower ran over their bodies. Her hips rocked gently against him teasing and enticing him deeper and deeper until she could feel his pubic hair against her's. His perky, pink nipples called her lips. Yolanda's thighs parted slightly as his manhood probed, searching for her g spot. She leaned backwards and reached the faucets and allowed him access. Her body shook and her lungs gasped for air as the sweet burn erupted from her centre. Goose bumps spread like wildfire over her skin. The tingle started in her toes and climbed up her leg and even though she tried to stop it the dull sweetness found her centre and as Quan stroked her and Yolanda rubbed her clit it was just too much to restrain. Yolanda's head felt tight and her heart raced before her entire body got tense before the explosion in her head and pussy went off simultaneously. Her body shook and her lungs gasped for air as the sweet burn erupted from her centre. Goose bumps spread like wildfire over her skin.
Yolanda felt weak in the knees as she felt and heard Quan Wu expanded deep in her slippery vessel. He began to puff and blow as he intensified his thrusts until he lost all timing and rhythm and started chatting jibberish. His huge hand cupped and squeezed one breast and his other grabbed her right ass cheek. She felt his seed forceful and hot shooting like a firehose. Yolanda climaxed in her mind and body again as their bodies were locked together convulsing and quivering as the water from the shower ran over their young bodies.
Quan Wu steadied himself by holding onto the niche , his hand slipped and his full weight came down on Yolanda, pinning her against the faucet.
"Ouch!" she yelped. "I never knew sex with you meant bringing down not only my cum and the Hotel Quan Wu," she chuckled.
Quan Wu staggered a little.
"Yolanda it seems your pussy blew a fuse in my head. I've never had a climax that sweet. It felt as if your kitty melted the meat right off my cock. Wow I am whipped."
"You're lucky Quan Wu I am just getting started."
Quan chuckled.
"Does this mean lunch meeting with your boss, Rex Morgan will be delayed?" Quan asked.
Yolanda did not reply, but took his hand and led him to the king size water bed and knelt down at the edge of the bed presenting him with the full view of her rounded hips and plump kitty with the pink lips.
"Quan Wu I'm sure you are an expert at eating fresh Sushi, no one gets to my boss without going through me first" Yolanda giggled. "Come and get it please." Yolanda Smith curled her index finger.
Quan Wu could not resist and at first, he tentatively used the tip of his tongue to lick the pink centre and Yolanda moaned loudly.
She tasted like honey and jerk sauce with a tinge of coconut oil. Quan Wu closed his eyes and buried himself deep into the work licking her from stem to stern. Yolanda bucked and heaved as his huge tongue licked her clit and pussy in one stroke and then he tinkled her clit with the tip of his tongue
Yolanda could not hold the pose, and her body sank under the pressure of Quan Wu's oral assault. The motion of the water in the bed made Quan Wu bury his nose, lips and tongue in the promised land.
Quan made her melt. Just before he changed his position and looked in Yolanda's eyes.
"Tell me about the President's family," Quan demanded
Yolanda's could not help herself. She felt intoxicated, lightheaded, it had been a long while since a handsome man had made her float off the planet.
"I had always heard you Asian men could eat muff, but boy. Anything for you Quan," Yolanda said breathlessly. She told him everything that she knew about Colin Small along with his sister Carla, Lesley. Quan felt satisfied that he got what he wanted and then rolled Yolanda unto her stomach and raised her ass in the air. He was still full of energy and wanted to show his dominance. His right knee separated Yolanda's thighs. Yalanda buried her lips in the sheet in order to muffle her enthusiasm as Quan Wu mounted her from behind, doggie style. Sweat oozed from their pores as Quan worked her harder than any man had ever done, leaving her spent and dehydrated. Yolanda and Quan collapsed in a breatheless pile moments after he orgasmed.
As the stream of light from the early morning sun began to peek between the blinds. Quan got up quietly, counted out One thousand US dollars along with a 14 karat gold chain with the pendant and left them on the bedside table. He looked at the chocolate- coloured woman with her upturned c cup breasts, her thick thighs were apart revealing one of the most beautiful fruits he had ever eaten. She snored softly. It had been a while since Quan Wu had been with a woman since escaping prison, but he had a lot to do before his lunch meeting with Rex Morgan and President.
Quan found her electronic access card and pressed it against his phone. By the time they find out, I should be long gone. Quan thought.
Quan Wu felt relaxed and was pleased with himself walked with a spring in his step.
A few days later Quan walked into the Agency a few minutes before the time Yolanda normally showed up for work and within five minutes he had placed listening devices in strategic locations. The electromagnetic frequency emitting device in his pocket made the cameras glitch and show static.
A few days later on the other side of St Barts at the Scandals boutique Resort.
Quan passed his time by sipping tonic water at the bar, pretending to conduct business at the Internet lounge or just chilling at the poolside. His credentials said he was a Chinese attaché and the cover story was that he wanted to set up business on St Barts but protocol dictated that an audience be held with the President and his special advisor in order to get the preliminary discussions out of the way.
If St. Barts is anything like Jantique, there would be one rule for the poor and another for the rich. He thought about his plan carefully. Yolanda was the key, and she loved the attention that Quan provided over the last few weeks. He was surprised how quickly he got in , but it showed he had not lost touch. A smile, attention, cash and mystique seemed to do the trick each time. Being locked up in prison these past few made Quan feel hungry for the seductive comfort that only a woman could provide. His eyes caught the manager of the hotel, she was a mature woman maybe in her early sixties or late fifties, she wore mostly leggings and sweater vests with her hair in a ponytail. Her name tag read 'Maisy Chen.'
She was a mature half- Chinese woman that dressed in a long red skirt that draped over her wide hips and it caressed her supply legs and swished around her ankles as she walked and gave a slight peek of the of her yellow skin. Quan thought she was very sexy. His curiosity about what she looked like under the clothes had his thoughts racing . She flirted with him with her eyes quite playfully and one day he saw her in shorts by the pool. Her plump, clean skin of her thighs made him rise... Quan could see that Maisy was a fine- looking woman back in the day but Quan wondered. If he could try some mature cured meat. Something inside him had a craving and Yolanda had only opened up his appetite for more. He could see that she is married but, on a few occasions, he had passed by her closely and used his elbow to rub against the sides of her breast especially when she was wearing her vests. While he apologized profusely, he had watched as her nipples rose and her cheeks blushed... on one instance she had dropped her pen in the elevator when they were alone. The full moon of her hips rose revealing the thin string of her thong and her false nails deliberately delayed retrieving the pen. He watched her smile knowing that the leggings that she wore would print her flower plump and full in all its glory.
His tent rose.... the salty… taste of corned beef invaded Quan's taste buds as his imagination rode him like a horny cow at nights. Quan's elbow was still savouring the softness of her breasts and how full and bright her moon was… Quan's hand found his rising staff beneath the naked sheet. Mrs. Chen had him masturbating wondering what her snatch would feel like… would she be teaching him the ways of the Karma Sutra or she would be frigid against the cock people thought that he was blackinese… days earlier he had fucked Yolanda but mysteriously he was fantasising about Mrs. Chen's thin, red lips covering the head of his cock. Quan closed his eyes, arched his back and trusted upwards…
His fist clenched tightly around the head of his cock... he could swear he felt the warm heat of a mouth... licking... sucking on the tender... head... Quan moaned aloud in the lonely hotel room... the sheet discarded on one side of the bed... the tall, handsome Asian man with his wrist twisting... pumping... with his eyes closed... thinking of the clean yellow-skinned thighs and plump mound that he had seen... felt as if she was riding his cock... slowly… purposefully... teaching him the art of sex and mind bending pleasure... years of clenching and kegel exercises made her warn tight pussy suck the meat from Quan's cock...
The hairs on the end of his shaft needed to be trimmed... but for now his tight fist mimicked what he had been thinking about.... she was about sixty and sexy... her leggings framed the v of the nexus of her thighs and her seduce sway of her hips had Quan dreaming like he was a young school boy...wanting to be taught a lesson.... her ponytail that almost touched the top of her ass and the graying hair at her temples told Quan that she had seen a lot in life, but he knew deep down that Mr. Chen was her one and only man... Quan made up his mind there and then as he grunted in pleasure while his seed spewed from tip of his cock that before he checked out of the hotel he would fuck Mrs. Chen.
Miles away in the bedroom of Carl and Maisy Chen..
Maisy tossed and turned while Carl snored... Menopause was reeking havoc on Maisy's body... tonight she would be horny as hell and her oil riding her, but if Carl came near her she would feel hot, bothered and miserable... even though she slept in an under pants and merino... with her breasts sliding through the side... the only comfort came from her boyfriend pillow that she would often tuck between her thighs... only he felt just right and somehow, he would provide comfort rubbing against her lips of her pussy when the old, stretched underpants gave way and exposing her naked plumpness. She had a strange dream about the handsome guest at the hotel. Maisy swore the pillow made her cum once or twice and jumped from her sleep to find the pillow soaked with juice, her hips remembering the slow grinding friction. Sweat ran down the ravine between Maisy's breasts, she felt nervous and excited at the same time.
The past few days had made her feel alive, like a woman again. She swore she could remember seeing a tent being pitched in the elevator the other day when her pen slipped from her grasp and grimaced at the blasted false nails that refused to work. The thong did not make life easier as it slipped to places that made her feel sexy as hell when she walked. Something Carl had not done in a long while.
Maisy touched her flower and then felt the sticky moistness, her kitty that had grey sentinels standing guard still quivered from the intensity of the dream. Carl snored continuously. Maisy tried to go back to sleep but her thoughts rode her until the sun came up. Her thoughts would have made a sailor blush, but that was the sweetness of a mature woman's mind. Her secrets were hers to have.