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SHAING.STY

The following story is true. So I have changed the names, not to protect the
innocent,...  but to protect me.  I first saw Shiang from across the very
crowded manufacturing facility where we work. She was wearing a short, but
modest, and very classy blue dress. I immediately noticed the grace with
which she carried herself, it was the soft sleek movement of a siamese cat.
It was this that first drew me to her. I'd been working there for just over
eight years, and knew, or had seen everyone at least once before, so I knew
that she had either just been hired, or transferred in from one of our
other facilities. I couldn't find out more about  her for some time
without drawing undesirable attention, so I bided my time content to
watch her beauty from afar.  Several weeks later a friend of mine told
me he'd been assigned to work in our product development department,
and that Shiang was the  engineer in charge of the project he was going
to be working on. So, as he is one of the few people I trust implicitly,
I told him I wanted to know as much as I could about this beautiful
creature. My friend agreed to tell me everything he found out.  Months
passed, and I had only learned that she was divorced, and about
seven years older than I. No one that I talked to knew if she was
remarried or not, or what her outside interests were.     My options were
limited. Everyone in the plant knew who I was, and, quite frankly, I didn't
have the best rep in the plant. I'm also not what most would call handsome.
Although most of the women I'd dated in my single days, I am now married,
would have been rated me as a 7.5 or higher, I'm sure they had reasons
other than my looks. There's a line to a song that went "Pretty women out
walking with gorillas down my street", that fits me fairly well. I'm also
not "successful", or well educated in the classic sense, never having
finished college. My chances of getting her into my life in any capacity
seemed grim.  Fortune smiled on me though. The project my friend was working
on came to an end, and a new team was being formed for the next one.
Shiang was asked to interview those of us interested in working on it, but
I didn't even apply.  The day for the interviews came, and to my surprise,
Shiang herself came to me and asked if I wanted one of the positions! I
looked into her eyes, dark jade green with gold hi-lights, and lost my
self. I accepted the position.
        Over the next few months of working together and chatting amicably,
I found out we have a great deal in common. She enjoys reading, historically
based novels like "Shogun", oriental art, and "erotic" romance movies like
"Bull Durham", and "9 1/2 Weeks". She has a quick wit and LOVES to use
double entendre in everyday conversation.  She also likes New Age music. She
likes hot moist evenings, sitting in her yard in a simple cotton jumper
feeling the grass between her toes, fanning herself gently with a hand-made
Japanese fan. It was her birthday the other day. I gave her a pair of
origami lilies which I'd made. One was green, to match the eyes I shall
never forget. The other, the same blue as the dress she was wearing the
first time I saw her. I didn't tell her the significance of either. I did
get enough courage to let her know that my feelings for her are not quite
what you'd call simple co-worker friendship.  These days its easy to scare
women. There are a lot of crazy people out there. Men that get so obsessed
that they'd kill rather than see the object of their desires with another.
So I'm going to have to be extra careful for a while. I don't want to scare
her off. I'd rather spend a few minutes a day with her by my side than risk
losing even that.   I dream of snuggling up together in front of a fire on a
cold January day, her in a thick warm robe, I in a hand made silk smoking
jacket, being warmed merely by her presence. We'd lie curled up together on
the sofa, she reading the tale of a young peasant boy in love with the
shogun's daughter, I, some great philosophy.  She'd turn to me and ask If
I'd start a bath for her.  I'd rise and bowing low, ask laughing "Is there
any particular scent M'lady would prefer on this fine day?"  Turning her
head up to kiss me she'd reply smiling, "Lilac would be nice."  I'd draw the
bath making sure I used some Lilac scented bath oil and return to her to
announce "Your bath is ready M'lady... Is there anything else M'lady
requires? "  She'd rise and answer, with a slight gleam in her golden green
eyes, "A massage would be nice afterward, and later if you're not too
tired..." I'd put clean satin sheets on the bed, and lay out some oils for
the requested massage. Then I'd go to the kitchen and open a bottle of
auslese wine and cut some cheese and perhaps a bit of sausage. I'd carry the
tray of snacks and wine along with two glasses to the bathroom where Shiang
is drawing lazy circles on the surface of the water. Marvelling still at her
beauty I'd pour her a glass of wine and feed her a tidbit of cheese. We'd
sit sipping the wine and talking about what we were each reading until the
water in the tub began to cool. I'd help her stand up kissing her first on
the hand, then gently on the mouth.  While I carry the wine and cheese into
the bedroom she'd towel herself off. A moment later she'd appear in the
doorway smiling and, walking to the bed allow the towel to slip sensuously
to the floor.  Lying slowly on the bed she'd take my hand and hold it to her
breast.  I feel the beat of her heart, and see the look of slight
anticipation in her eyes. The scent of lilacs fill the air as I gently kiss
her navel and slowly nibble and kiss my way up to her throat. Slowly, but
firmly her arms encircle me and she holds me as if the world was ending.
After an eternal moment, I slowly press her down to the sheet and turn her
on to her stomach.  I put a few drops of scented oil in my hands allowing it
to warm. Starting with her feet I slowly, tenderly work the oil into her
skin. Very slowly loving each moment I work my way up.  Feet, calves,
thighs. Her thighs slowly relax as my warm strong touch releases the tension
in her.  With a firm knowlegeable touch, I work her muscles and she moans a
soft contented moan.  Each inch brings more relaxation, and anticipation
until the mixture of the two seems almost unbearable. Yet I continue slowly
up her back, gently kissing every inch as I proceed. There is no need for
haste, we have eternity. I turn her onto her back, and kiss her once before
again returning to work again.  Starting with her feet again moving ever so
slowly I massage each toe.  Her breathing slows and deepens. She is on the
edge of falling asleep, but I know she will not. Still using the same snails
pace, I work my way up each thigh, carefully brushing each erogenous zone
ever so slightly to tease her. I am extra careful not to tickle her, that
would break the spell I am weaving with my hands on her flesh. I gently
caress her abdomen still kissing every inch as I proceed. I give each nipple
a small flick with my tongue as I reach her small firm breasts, but I
continue on working on
every part of her as if it were my whole universe.  ---
        I allow her a few moments of luxuriating in the other worldly
sensation that she has now.  Slowly, so I don't disturb her revelry
I lie next to her. Leaning over her I kiss her soft full lips. Still
moving slowly I kiss each cheek, each eyelid. I nibble gently on her
neck and earlobes, slowly running my tongue down to the spot half way
between her breasts. Softly I kiss back and forth in an ever increasing
line until I reach her nipples. I wrap my tongue around them as they
spring to life, nibbling, sucking, biting. Suddenly she comes to life,
wrapping her arms around my head, holding me to her. She kisses my forehead
and then lifts my face to hers and gives me a long, slow, deep, wet kiss.
My cock starts to grow as she takes control of the situation. She rolls
me down onto my back and kisses me on my throat. Using the same slow
deliberate pace, she kisses her way down to my chest, stopping only once
to look longingly into my eyes. She nibbles on my nipples knowing how
anxious she is making me. She slowly returns to my neck, while one hand
moves towards my crotch. As her hand reaches my cock, she again starts
the slow kissing down my neck and chest. She continues down, until I feel
her breath on my thighs. She pauses, breathing on my cock to heighten my
anticipation. As her mouth closes on my head, I grab her hips and pull her
full on top of me. I smell the sweet fragrance of her pussy, and delight
in the sight. We still move slowly so as to lengthen  the love making. She
slowly caresses  the under side of my penis with her lips as I enscribe a
small oval around her lips with my tongue, just missing her clit. The
ecstasy is almost unbearable. I quicken the pace just a bit as I slide the
tip of my tongue in a line from her anus to her exposed love button. She
responds by pushing herself against my face while just barely scraping my
cock with her teeth. I continue by gently parting her pussy lips with the
tip of my tongue and slowly flattening it out to cover her completely.  We
abandon ourselves to full animal passion, each grinding the others face
with our genitals. After what seemed to be hours, she pulls her head from
my crotch, bucking and moaning, pushing herself harder onto my face. I
probe my tongue deeper into her love tunnel. Just as she shudders, she
quickly pulls away from me and turns around. She impales her pussy on my
cock riding me as if I were a horse and she wanted to win the Derby. I
lift us up from the bed with my pecker still inside her and roll over to
the superior position. Thrusting now as if my whole body is on fire I
ram my cock into her. We are both ready to climax. I feel her muscles
start to contract around my penis squeezing as if to milk every drop of
cum from my body. My mind explodes into a myriad of stars as she wraps her
legs around mine determined to hold on, her nails biting deeply into the
flesh of my back. We cum together with rockets exploding in our heads, and
fall asleep still entwined completely in each other.... I still feel
sorrow, for this will not be. At least not in this incarnation. Perhaps
in my next life, I will know her and love her fully as I want to now.
For now I must be content to allow my eyes to be caressed by her beauty,
my ears by the sibilant sound of her voice and my nose by the scent of
her perfume.