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. This chapter and chapter 5 tell only of heterosexual encounters.
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After my first meeting with a contact near Beijing from the adult dating site I used (the encounter is the subject of the previous chapter of this diary), I planned to spend four days travelling south to Shanghai where I had two contacts.
One of these contacts was an older expat American couple in their late thirties who I had only exchanged a few, very businesslike messages with on the site. According to their profile they organised frequent sex parties in which the wife, a rather attractive African-American woman from the photos, enjoyed being gangbanged (the phrase they used). They hadn't actually promised I could join one of these, but instead said they preferred to meet new people individually first to decide if they were suitable. This seemed fair enough to me before I'd left England. From Beijing we had finalised the arrangement and I was to meet them on the Friday for the "audition", with the possibility of joining one of the parties sometime soon after.
The other contact was a young straight Chinese guy, only 27 years old, who claimed on his profile that he enjoyed meeting visitors to his city and could find lots of horny local girls for them to have fun with. This seemed a little exploitative to me, not to say arrogant, but I had contacted him anyway, and he seemed friendly enough. I was desperately horny, so after he had assured me that these girls were not hookers, “compensated dates” (a phenomenon I’d read was widespread in Asia which is basically freelance, informal prostitution) or anything, I agreed to look him up when I got there. He gave me a phone number and on the Wednesday night, the night before I would reach Shanghai, I gave him a ring.
"Hi," I said. "Is that John?" John was the name he'd given me, although I was pretty certain it wasn't his real name. I'd noticed that many Chinese people had an "English name" that they choose or was given to them when they learnt English, presumably so they didn't have to put up with foreigners constantly mispronouncing their real names, although sometimes they were pretty unsuitable names.
"Hi, yes, who is this?"
"My name is Jack, we exchanged some messages online a month or two ago, if you remember?"
"Jack, Jack... From America?"
"No, from England."
"England? Oh yes! I think I remember! Are you in Shanghai now?"
"No, not yet, but I arrive tomorrow and I'll be there for a week maybe. I wondered if you still wanted to meet?"
"Yes, of course! Tomorrow at what time?"
"About 5 o'clock in the afternoon, but then I have to go to my hostel and drop my things. We don't have to meet tomorrow, any time over the next week is fine."
"Tomorrow is OK. You arrive at 5? I can meet you at 7 on Nanjing East Road near the Bund. This is the main tourist street you know?"
"Yes, I think I know, my hostel is near there. Where on Nanjing East Road?"
"By the entrance to the train station Henan Zhonglu. How will I recognise you?"
"I sent you a photo didn't I?"
"Oh yes, I think I still have that. What will you be wearing?"
"Um, jeans and a red hooded top?"
"What is a hooded top?"
"It's a type of sweater."
"A red sweater? OK, I shall meet you at 7 tomorrow then. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye."
Thursday evening I arrived and found my hostel without a problem, so I was able to drop my bag off there and then enter the crowd outside and find the meeting place more than an hour before. I did so surprisingly quickly, so then spent a while wandering around killing time until 7 o'clock. At that time I was there waiting, and after ten minutes or so, when I was starting to wonder if that was where he meant, a young, wealthy looking Chinese couple approached me.
"Hi, are you Jack?" The guy greeted me. He was about my height, well dressed, with fairly short, styled hair.
"Yes, you must be John," I replied extending my hand, feeling slightly awkward meeting someone from such a different culture like this, despite my growing experience at internet dating. "Pleased to meet you!"
"Pleased to meet you. This is a friend of mine who wanted to meet you, her English name is Juliet."
"Pleased to meet you too," I said, turning to shake hands with the attractive woman at his side. She was a few inches shorter than me, though I guessed that she must be a three or four years older than me, and was also well dressed as if she had just come from the office. Her elegant, slightly haughty facial features were framed by a long sweep of silky, straight black hair falling past her shoulders and streaked with red, not in the amateurish way of an unsuccessful bleaching as many girls have there, but in an intentional, professional style.
"Pleased to meet you," she replied, fluttering her (possibly fake) eyelashes. "Do you mind if I practice my English with you? I like to improve it."
"No, I don't mind," I answered. "Where are we going to eat?"
"I know a good place," John said, and led us off through the throng. I won't bore you with the details of the meal, other than to say that the food was very good, and the conversation similar to many I had in China with people who wanted to practice their English. Some people find it tiresome, but I quite enjoy it, even if things get a bit repetitive. In this case I had a very pretty conversation partner in Juliet, who flirted with me the whole meal in the very open way I had experienced from several Chinese girls already, telling me how handsome I was with my wide, light-coloured eyes, naturally fair hair, and so on. Both of them also spoke pretty good English so topics were not quite as limited as usual and their accents were not too indecipherable.
John insisted that I was his guest so he paid for the whole meal, which though I found awkward at first, I was more comfortable about later when I learnt that he was the son of a very rich businessman who had been able to send him to university in America. He had inherited a lucrative position at the company, so I was hardly exploiting him. It turned out Juliet was in a similar situation at a different company, though she had not studied abroad, and in fact they knew each other from business meetings.
From the restaurant we got the metro to John's apartment, which was only a few stations away in any case. The site of the apartment block immediately banished any misgivings I had about imposing on someone from a poorer country than mine, as it was clearly a place for the very wealthy. We entered the shiny marble lobby and took the lift up to the top, Juliet now holding on to both our arms and getting very giggly.
The interior of his apartment was certainly no let down from the rest of the building, far more spacious than Patrick and Ai Ling's place and far more expensively furnished. There was a huge window looking out on the colourful lights of the city, a large wide-screen TV, a leather couch and armchairs, all the furniture very modern and Western looking. All this I took in only briefly, as we passed straight through this room into John's bedroom, which was similarly well furnished with a large King-size double bed in the centre.
With no further conversation, Juliet got down on her knees in front of me and undid my fly, pulling my trousers and boxers down in one move. My pubic hair was still short stubble, only having had a few days to regrow since I shaved it the previous weekend for Ai Ling and her husband, which she seemed to like, brushing her fingers over it and examining the unhidden shape of my balls. With a smile up at me, she ducked under my expanding cock to lick them. I stroked her hair, feeling wonderfully relaxed. She look her time, working her lips upwards, letting me become fully extended before touching my head. When she did I gasped and tightened my grip on her hair, it felt so good, then relaxed again as she went down on me, moving her tongue sensually.
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