Nancy's Hong Kong Adventure


Let me introduce myself. I'm Dr Nancy Brown, a
senior lecturer in business management at my
university. My husband, Harold, is also a
university lecturer, and on this occasion, I was
the leader of a delegation of university staff who
were attempting to establish formal academic links
with several universities in Asia.

Even though I just turned 36 and my husband is 40,
we have decided not have a family for a few more
years. So it was no problem for me to fly into the
impressive new Hong Kong airport at Chek Lap Kok,
adjacent to Lantau Island, anticipating a week of
business, combined with some leisure. But little
did I know of the excitement that was to await me
in that time away from home.

Our delegation was met at the airport by a
personable young man, holding aloft a sign bearing
my name in the entrance hall of the airport. he
introduced himself as Joseph Tsui, himself a
lecturer in business at the recently established
Aberdeen University, on the southside of Hong Kong
Island. Joseph was all of 24 years of age, one of
the youngest PhD graduates the former British
colony ever produced. His English language was
impeccable, greatly assisted no doubt by his five
years of secondary schooling in a private London
college.

While we gathered our baggage, Joseph introducing
himself to our group and then he lead us to a
waiting bus. I sat in the front with him making
small talk, as we drove over the new suspension
bridge into the New Territories and headed for
downtown Kowloon.

I noticed Joseph checking me out, perhaps
distracted by my generous figure, perhaps a rarity
in his home environment. I quietly thought he
looked something of a hunk, which I later
discovered may have been partly due to his near
championship status in Asia as an amateur weight
lifter. We exchanged smiles and continued chatting
as the bus slowed in the heavy traffic of Tsim Sha
Tsui, as we headed for the cross harbour tunnel. I
had been to Hong Kong many years earlier, on my
honeymoon with Harold as it turned out, so I knew
a little of what to expect. And being July it was
hot and humid, so we were all grateful for the air
conditioning in our vehicle.

The next few days seem to go in a whirl. I must
have met dozens of Deans, Heads of Departments,
Registrars, and other administrators, as we talked
and negotiated the terms of the links we all
wanted to establish. And all this time Joseph Tsui
was there to assist, fluent in English, Cantonese
and Mandarin, and starting to turn on the charm at
every opportunity.

We all must have had enough Chinese food in that
short visit to last us for years, as we had
working breakfasts, working lunches and evening
banquets. I noticed that Joseph was also something
of a wine connoisseur, while also enjoying his
cognac and armagnac, like many affluent Chinese
did.

It was on our second last day that Joseph invited
me to a evening cruise on his father's launch. I
say launch, but it turned out to be closer to a
small ship, over 100 feet in length, and moored at
the Aberdeen Marina Club along with many other
luxury craft. I accepted with delight, as I had
found Joseph to be the perfect host and I was glad
to get away from the delegation for a few hours.

One of Joseph's father's drivers met me in my
hotel foyer and whisked me through the evening
haze, for the short trip to the marina. Joseph
greeted me warmly, pecking me on the cheek, and
with a warm, squeeze of my hand. I had decided to
dress for the occasion, a little conservative but
also a little revealing. I wore white nautical
style slacks, with a low-cut top, allowing me to
reveal my generous cleavage.

"You look stunning, Nancy - I must be Hong Kong's
luckiest man tonight..." he said grinning widely.
Well, you might be too, I thought, admiring his
strong frame and tanned appearance. I had
discovered earlier that was also 'moonlighting' as
a male model for the Hong Kong Tatler, one of the
more prestigious magazines in the region.

I felt pampered and quite regal as the motor yacht
slowly eased away from the wharf, edged its way
carefully through the throng of junks, sampans and
power boats, passed the floating restaurants and
out of the typhoon shelter, into the East Lamma
Channel. We sat on the upper deck, sipping
champagne, enjoying the warm breeze and the glow
of the sunset.

"You know, Joseph, without your help this week
would have been much more difficult. I think we've
achieved a lot and made quite a good team", I
said, my hand resting on his arm.

"Its been my pleasure, Nancy" he said flashing his
best smile. "The fact that we've agreed to some
academic exchanges is a good step. It will be
mutually beneficial for some of your lecturers to
spend a semester or two here, and for ours to go
to your university".

I smiled back, thinking, yes, I could get used to
this... perhaps I should be the first one to come
on exchange...

The skipper of the yacht manoeuvred up the Lamma
Channel before anchoring in one of the small bays
off Lama Island. We then sat down to one of the
most delicious Chinese meals I have ever had in my
life. We started with poached Australian scallops
in white wine, lobster bisque, before moving on to
grilled groper, and a dessert of marinated
lychees, with coconut ice cream. This ship
obviously had a skilled master chef with a well
equipped galley. Joseph explained over the cognac
that his father liked to use the vessel to
entertain corporate guests. Quite an asset I
thought, and bound to impress even the most
inscrutable businessman or woman.

As we strolled around the deck, Joseph asked me if
I wanted to see more of the ship. Hello, I
thought, this could be interesting....

And so I had the guided tour - from the bridge,
with all its electronic navigation aids and toys,
to the large air conditioned lounge, to the small
swimming pool and spa on the afterdeck. I must
admit it looked inviting and I didn't need much
convincing to try it out. Joseph convinced me they
kept spare swimming costumes for guests (ll new,
of course, nothing recycled on this ship!) and so
he ushered me into the adjacent guest stateroom,
where I found an array of costumes to choose from.

Well, it was inevitable I guess. I had chosen a
white bikini, given the warmth of the evening and
I met Joseph at the spa pool, where he stood
resplendent in his brief costume. I confess I
stole a glance at his bulge which made my heart
skip a beat. Before long we were splashing and
frolicking like teenagers, taking occasional sips
of our Veuve Cliquot. Joseph sidled up beside me
and I felt his strong arm around my small waist. I
splashed him, before trying to "escape" his
clutches, but before long we were embracing under
the stars.

I was enjoying myself and I didn't feel at all
guilty. Especially after I recalled how my husband
Harold had returned from a trip overseas the
previous year with a mild social disease, which I
subsequently learnt was not jock-itch. I only had
a few more days here in Hong Kong and I wanted to
really make the most of them.

"I've very much enjoyed your company, Nancy"
whispered Joseph, kissing me on the neck. I felt
my breasts pushing against his muscly chest, and
his thigh against my own. I returned the kiss,
reaching down under the water, and slipping my
hand inside his costume. I gasped a little at what
I felt - he was already hard and his cock was
thick in my grasp.

Still embracing we stepped out of the pool, dried
ourselves quickly and entered the guest stateroom.
We literally tore off our costumes before falling
on to the huge bed. In the dim lights I marvelled
at Joseph's great physique, running my hands over
his arms and hairless chest. His own hands were
fondling my now aching breasts, as I felt my
passion surge from deep in my loins. The tips of
his fingers moved slowly over my nut brown
nipples, now hard and erect.

I lay back on the bed as Joseph slid down over my
body. He was expertly kissing and sucking my
breasts and I was in seventh heaven, and
instinctively I parted my legs, my cunt now wet
and glistening in anticipation. I wanted to open
my body to him in invitation, and I spread my
thighs and wide as possible, lifting my knees to
my chest. Joseph knew exactly what to do and he
swivelled his body, straddling my own, so his face
was now over my pudenda, and his cock was over my
own face.

I reached up and gently held his cock, before I
closed my lips around it, and I heard him gasp in
his pleasure. In turn, he lowered his head and
took my entire vulva in his mouth, his chin being
tickled by my pubic hairs. I felt his tongue dart
into my passage and I raised my hips to meet the
thrusts of his tongue, my thighs now spread wider
than ever before.

We continued this mutual attention for some
minutes before I felt his cock start to swell. "Oh
Nancy, I'm coming, I'm coming..." he gasped, his
voice muffled between my thighs. And then I felt
it shoot into my mouth, burst after warm burst of
his cum, and I swallowed hungrily. This was enough
to tip me over the edge and with a gargled cry I
also orgasmed, as his tongue flicked my erect love
bud.

As we regained our breath we lay there panting on
the bed, my mouth still smeared with his cream,
and his mouth wet with my own juices. He moved
over and kissed me, tasting some of his own seed,
before he climbed off the bed and brought me a
fresh glass of champagne. We lay there, leaning
against the super-large down pillow contentedly,
my large breasts falling to one side. Joseph was
obviously a 'breast man' as he continued to fondle
and kiss them.

Before long I saw his erection returning, which
stimulated my own arousal. On this occasion we
made love in a more traditional manner, with me
lying on my back, legs akimbo, as he thrust deeply
into my wet folds, taking the weight on his
outstretched arms. Reaching behind him, I could
feel his strong buttock muscles flexing and
thrusting, as his cock went deep into my willing
body, as his large. pendulous balls bumped against
my anus with every thrust.

Quicker than I really wanted I felt my own orgasms
approaching again and with a cry I bit into his
shoulder, kicking his buttocks with my heels,
spurring him on as he continued his eager
thrusting. His stamina was exceptional and he
continued his thrusts for several more minutes,
bring me to more orgasms, before he cried out and
heaved his body into mine. This time I was able to
feel the surge of his sperm flood my hot, sopping
interior, as his cock jetted a steady stream of
warm, white womb-wetting foam deep inside me.

Again we collapsed on to the bed. This was turning
out to be THE highlight of my visit, but there was
more to come - or should I say, cum?

After a respectable time, we both headed for the
shower, before Joseph reached for the phone and
instructed the captain to head back to the typhoon
shelter. But I was in for another surprise. As we
rested naked and refreshed on the bed, Joseph
laughed and said, "Watch this!" and he leaned
across and pressed a remote control device. Above
us the ceiling started to open, sliding to the
sides of the ship, revealing a beautiful starry
sky. Immediately the humidity of the night flooded
into the guest stateroom, but Joseph adjusted the
air conditioning, keeping up a cool, soft breeze
over the bed.

And as we motored slowly back, We made love again,
this time with Joseph entering me from the rear,
my favourite position, as it enables much deeper
penetration - which is what I wanted that night.
As he crouched behind me, I felt him holding my
hips, his long steady thrusting reaching right up
inside my body, almost to my navel I thought, but
my hot interior tissues were soft and distended,
adjusting to his magnificent tool, as it reamed
and reamed my velvety passage. My breasts were now
swaying wildly with his rhythmic thrusting. I
glanced up and saw the stars through the humid
haze and I could not help crying out in my lust
and sexual pleasure, again feeling the inevitable
strong surge of this magnificent lover's sperm jet
deep inside me again.....

I stayed aboard the yacht most of that night, as
you may have guessed, returning to my hotel in the
dim light of a Hong Kong dawn. The next few days I
was floating on air, buoyed by my new-found lover,
who was as discrete as he was attentive to my
needs. And when our delegation flew out, our
mission accomplished, I knew that it would be me
who would be returning for the first academic
exchange ... and the attentions of a lover ten
years younger, but as capable as any I have ever
known.....