Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others' privacy, and also because they don't matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wide sexual appetite you may not find everything I've done to be such a turn on, so you may want to skip those chapters.
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If you have read the other chapters of this diary, you will know that I went travelling after I finished university, intending to meet up with people from adult personal sites along the way. So, after St. Petersburg I went all the way through Russia and Mongolia without meeting anyone else from the internet. Of course, I met plenty of other travellers and locals many of whom were very attractive, but for various reasons I didn't end up sleeping with any of them.
By the time I reached Beijing though I was itching for some action, particularly as I was now surrounded by Asian girls. For some reason, probably just because I grew up in a very white area so they still looked exotic to me, ever since I was a teenager I'd found Asian girls more attractive than any others. Luckily in a city only a few hours by train away lived another of my adult dating site contacts, so during my week in the capital I arranged to meet them on my way south.
This was a married couple I'd exchanged quite a few messages with on the dating site and chatted to on MSN a few times. I was eager to meet them from the start for two reasons. First, the guy was bisexual and after other meeting with a couple with a bi guy (see Chapter 3 of this series) I longed for more experiences like that. Second, the woman was Chinese so I would be able to realise at least a few of the thousands of fantasies I had involving Asian women. And third, they were within ten years of my own age: the guy, Patrick from Canada, being 32 and the woman, Ai Ling, being 29, both pretty good looking, so it didn't seem to be some lecherous old white guy forcing his Asian wife to do things against her will.
Once we began chatting (mostly with Patrick although he assured me Ai Ling was reading too sometimes) I discovered a whole host of other reasons. We had swapped photos of us in action so I knew they liked to take them, and when I mentioned it he told me they also had a video camera they could use if I liked (I said I certainly did!). In our conversations we had talked about our fantasies so it seemed we had a lot in common, and although they had managed to realise a few of theirs with other people they'd met they didn't seem to mind the idea of repeating them with me. Gradually their initial suggestion that we meet up for one night became an invitation to stay with them for an entire weekend, during which we planned to go through a kind of checklist of different positions and combinations of two men and a woman that we had come up with online.
As soon as I let them know I was in China we finalised the details and I got my train tickets. Trains in China are pretty good and generally on time so they agreed to meet me at the station. It was not hard to find them as the city was not a major tourist destination except for Chinese tourists, so Patrick stood out as the only other person of European origin there with his thin, ginger hair, blue eyes and his height. He was a little taller than me, which although in England is about average in China it's tall. Ai Ling stood next to him, a little shorter, her shoulder-length, wavy hair dyed a kind of reddish brown framing her pretty face, which was a shape one of my Chinese friends has described as a "moon face" - quite wide with high cheekbones. Both were dressed in suits as they'd just come from work.
"Hi," I said when I reached them and shook hands. There was no need for introductions after the photos we'd seen of each other. "We meet at last."
"Hi," they answered smiling, things already starting out much less awkward than my previous meetings - my experience starting to bear fruit. "How was the journey?"
"Good thanks. Did you both have good days at work?"
"Yes thanks. Would you like to drop your bag at our place?" Patrick suggested indicating my huge backpack, which as I was not returning to Beijing I had had to bring with me. "Then we could go and eat if you like?"
"Sounds like a good idea."
I followed them on a ten minute walk, though it seemed a bit longer thanks to the weight of my bag, and then into an apartment block. From the brief glimpse I got of their apartment while dumping my bag it seemed quite nice, not huge but about the proportions of an average well-off Western home, certainly bigger than Annie's place in Russia and probably several times the size enjoyed by most Chinese people.
We didn't linger long there however, and went straight to a nice little restaurant that they knew. In China generally the more people you eat with the better the meal as everyone tucks into everything on the table, but having someone who speaks Chinese also helps as then you actually know what you're ordering. Patrick and Ai Ling were obviously regulars from the way they were greeted so knew what to get, and the food was great.
As we ate we chatted quite easily together - I told them of my travels so far, and they related what it was like to live in China. Then the conversation turned to sexual experience, and it felt a little odd discussing this in public even though none of the other people there spoke English. I gave a short account of my previous experience with a couple and they told me about the last guy they'd met with, a few months before, who was more their age. As this began to arouse me I found myself looking at Ai Ling more and more, but tried to hide it as I wasn't sure if this would be considered rude even if we would be fucking later.
"Well if Jack's going to shave before we start having fun, we'd better get going hadn't we?" Patrick said eventually, referring to a conversation we'd had online about oral sex and how much more pleasant it is when people are shaved down there. We paid and left, going straight back to their apartment where I got the shaving foam and new razor I had bought for the occasion, and retired to the bathroom. It took me about half an hour to shave off all my pubic hair, which had grown back completely since the last time I had done this many months before, as I had warned Patrick it would on the internet. Even when it isn't so thick shaving your genitals is not a job it is wise to rush, so I took my time and eventually was smooth from front to back. I washed off the excess foam, dried myself on a towel they'd given me, got dressed, cleaned up my hairs and was done.
On coming out of the bathroom I realised I needn't have bothered getting dressed. In the middle of the sitting room was a video camera on a tripod facing the couch on which Patrick and Ai Ling were sat totally naked kissing and stroking each other. I approached slowly, taking the opportunity to admire their bodies: both were pretty fit looking, Patrick's muscles well defined without being particularly large; Ai Ling's body was also fairly toned beneath her slightly tanned skin, not stick thin like many Chinese women, and her breasts were also a little larger than I'd generally noticed despite only being maybe C cups.
"I suppose I should get undressed again," I said to announce my presence, making them both jump, then laugh.
"We were just warming up while we waited," Patrick explained getting up and detaching the camera from its stand.
"But you should get undressed, yes," Ai Ling added also getting up. "I will help you."
While I hastily removed my jumper and t-shirt I could feel Ai Ling's fingers undoing my flies and within seconds I was standing naked like them, my clothes discarded in a corner. Patrick filmed as his wife ran her fingers over my body, lingering on my now bald and already twitching genitals, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips, just flicking them with her tongue, and then sank to her knees before me.
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