TRACEE A. HANNA
ARE YOU THE GOOD girl or the nice guy—you know, the one who always makes the right choices and never rocks the boat? Well, I am…. I was raised in a traditional South Korean society where, even on television, couples did not kiss in public unless it was a serious relationship that was leading to marriage. I am such a goody-goody that it took a year of dating and a marriage proposal for me to finally lose my virginity. That was five years ago, after I finished college, and although that relationship has ended, not much has changed.
I am a Korean-African-American, dimpled darling, a hot, single suburbanite, in my midtwenties, with a great body and hair down to my waist. I was born in Old Songtan City, now known as the Shinjang section of the Songtan area of Pyongtael City, which is located right outside the American air force base in Osan, South Korea. I am the product of a love affair that my mother had with an American soldier. My parents died in a freak boating accident seven weeks after I was born, the day before they were to marry, leaving me to my elderly South Korean grandparents. Harabujy, my honorable grandfather, died when I was only three years old, and Harmuny, my devoted grandmother, died the year after. I was raised in shame and poverty—being of mixed race and the child of an unwed South Korean lady was a major social encumbrance. My life seemed bleak until I moved to the United States when I was eighteen, which is when I obtained dual citizenship, with the help of my loving African-American grandparents.
I hated being poor, therefore I was determined to make something of my life and make my African-American family proud of me—I will forever be grateful to them. Unfortunately, I have allowed my corporate and financial ambitions to control my life. I have successfully traded in the companionship, sex, and the multiple orgasms of a personal love life for the praise, promotions, and financial rewards of the corporate world.
I have secretly been jealous of the women who are bold and liberated enough to go with the flow, take life as it comes, and welcome life’s sweet taboos. I have yearned ever since I was in college to be one of those wild and free females who have amazing sex lives. I would frequently fantasize about indulging in just one moment of reckless abandon. I have always wanted to know what it felt like to take a walk on the wild side. So finally one night I did….
The story that I am about to tell you concerns my one night of being bad; last night. I can never tell my family or friends this story simply because they would never understand, plus they would never believe me. But, I have to tell someone. Who better than a complete stranger? Who better than you?
Every Friday after work I go to my local ice cream parlor to get my Friday-night treat, chocolate Yukimi Daifuku ice cream. In my busy life I don’t have time for any other indulgences. I don’t go to bars, nightclubs, or even out to dinner. I go to the office, to the gym, and back to my house. What’s worse? I haven’t been out on a date in over a year. And what’s even sadder still? Until yesterday night I had been celibate for so much longer than that. However, last night changed all of that. I lost utter control of my senses and inhibitions for one moment. I allowed my inner diva to rear her sexy, saucy head. I guess what they say, timing is everything, is so very true. If I had not stopped to break past the rice crust of my ice cream ball and take just one teeny tiny nibble before exiting the store, I would not have run into the sexiest man that I have ever laid my eyes on. I was standing in front of the entrance licking my spoon when the door swung open.
“Excuse me. I am sorry,” I said as I looked up, already smiling a guilty smile. “I
just had to—”
“Take a taste.” He finished my sentence. His sexy baritone voice caught my attention.
“Yes, exactly.” I smiled; my voice was just above a whisper.
We both felt the spark between us—a primal chemistry. It was as if our eyes were speaking the words that we could just not say, having met only seconds ago. I thought to myself…Oh my, he is lovely. Oh, wow! Tall, dark, sexy, and he has dimples, just like me. He is definitely fuckable, even if only for one night. Just to think, if those were my underexperienced thoughts, I can only imagine what his must have been. But I can tell you this, the expression in his gaze made my libido soar.
“Geoffrey.” He introduced himself in a word.
Geoffrey was a well-built, masculine man with loads of sex appeal and distinct features. He was an all-American manly man, not some pretty boy or metrosexual. He was the kind that I would not mind walking two steps behind; to hell with being liberated, I would take my place.
“Tessa.” I followed his lead.
“Tessa?”
“Yes, I am named after my father’s mother.”
“Wait for me, please?” His voice was so laden with passion and promise that I had to agree.
“Alright,” I purred.
I do not know what I was thinking at that moment or if I was even thinking at all, because I just stood there and waited for him as he bought a pack of cigarettes and some gum. He took me by the hand and led me to the ladies’ restroom. As we walked, I looked up at him, my uncertainty clearly written all over my face. He took notice right away.
“Do you want me?” he asked candidly.
“Yes!” I answered unequivocally.
“Alright then. Come on in here with me.” He read the chart on the door. “It was just cleaned by Janis less than fifteen minutes ago. So, let’s indulge ourselves.”
I followed him into the bathroom. We entered unnoticed. He locked the door behind us and turned to me. I was so excited—filled with anticipation and concupiscence. We looked into each other’s eyes, pausing for just one moment. He grabbed me and kissed me hard. He pulled back, looking intently into my eyes as he tugged my shirt up over my head and dropped it to the floor. Geoffrey unhooked my red satin bra as he kissed my neck. He slowly pulled down the straps as he trailed kisses down to my collarbone. He gently freed my breasts, deftly discarding my bra as he kissed his way to my nipples and suckled my tits, sending waves of pleasure through my body. All I wanted was to grip the back of his head and press him to me—but all I could do was clench my fists and ride out the deluge of sensations that were flooding my body and breath. Geoffrey kissed his way down my stomach. He knelt in front of me—pulling my pants down as he went. I stepped out of my slacks and kicked them to the side. He sank his teeth into my pussy through the red satin of my thong—making me gasp with delight and cream soak my panties. I pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his muscular chest, stomach, and back. He had just enough hair on his chest and stomach to be wonderfully alluring. He gripped the front of my thong in his fist, then looked up at me.
“Snatch it off!” I commanded. No one had ever done that to me before; however, it had long been a fantasy of mine. I smiled a wicked smile as I awaited for him to follow my instructions. He tightened his grip and ripped my thong right off my body. “That’s it, big boy!” I exclaimed. He reached his arms through my legs—palming my ass cheeks—and hoisted me up onto his shoulders. “Oh my!” I could not help but cry out. I loved the way he was handling me. He was definitely a take-charge kind of guy: strong, bold, and confident.
“Your pussy smells so good, so sweet. I just want to taste it.” He licked from my clitoris to my anus and back again like a kitten nipping at its milk. “M-mm-hmm, oh yeah, just as I hoped.” He hungrily ate my pussy. “What is that scent?” he asked in between slurps.
“Dansim, the rose of Sharon,” I sputtered—I could barely speak clearly as I was so enjoying the oral pleasures.
“I am going to eat your pussy like you need it to be eaten, like it’s never been eaten before.” He plunged his whole face in between my legs, lapping his tongue deep inside my salacious canal. “M-mm-m-mm,” he purred as he swished and swirled his tongue around my nether lips, making sure to lick every millimeter of my pussy. “You’ve got some sweet juices, baby. Go on ahead and eat your ice cream while I eat you.”
I was amazed, completely awestruck. “M-mm!” I found myself licking my chocolate ice cream in the same rhythm that he was licking my cunt. His tongue was so wet, so supple, so velvety smooth. It felt so good sliding around my clit and in and out of my pussy. “Ye!…Yes!” The pleasure of his oral manipulations coupled with the sweet, rich chocolate decadence of my ice cream was just mind-blowing. To taste and feel such sweet sensations at the same time was truly titillating. I was trying my best to ride out the waves of pleasure as long as I could, but the intensity persistently built to the point where my breath kept catching in my throat. I was going to cum all over his face at any moment. I was quickly losing control. My body began to buck wildly, making my pussy slam against his face repeatedly. My ice cream fell to the floor. “Anijo!” No! He took notice right away. He loved my total loss of restraint. He stood up, taking me with him. I reached up and palmed the ceiling for support as my body spontaneously gyrated and quaked. “Ne jaji na hal at ra!” I cried out for him to suck my vulva. The very moment that I began to cum he slid his middle finger into my ass, which heightened my pleasure. He sucked on my clitoris, taking long, deliberate suckles, nursing every ounce of cum from me. It was all that I could do just to hold on. He gave my pussy one final kiss before sliding his finger out of my body and lowering me to the floor.
“Nice!”