You find yourself in dark, rather cramped quarters. Through the walls, you can hear a rather loud, commanding voice barking orders, and several feet tromping on the hard wooden floor. Cautiously, you decide to hold your peace and searching around yourself quietly, feeling around the cramped space. There are several boxes on the floor, and long flowing garments hanging from pegs. Somehow, you've found yourself in a woman's closet.
You hear the commanding voice and the loud footsteps fade into the distance, eventually disappearing altogether. You pull yourself upright, leaning against what you're determined to be the door to hear if it's all clear. Faintly, you hear soft footsteps padding their way right towards you. Before you can react, the door slides open, revealing a dish of a woman. She has a perfect hourglass figure, with wide, curved hips and heavy bosom with no sag, a flat, smooth waist, and a tight purplish dress that hugged her figure perfectly. It was made of fine silks and embroidery, and combined with the golden ornaments pinning up her long brunette hair, made her the very image of a wealthy Oriental woman. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized her as Zhen Ji.
"I apologize for putting you in such an awkward position, my lord," Zhen Ji said, her voice as smooth as silk, matching the seductive smile on her lips, "but my husband came home unexpectedly to gather some troops. You needn't worry about him interrupting again, however. He'll be gone for months."
"Ah, I see," you manage to fumble out, gawking at the exotic beauty in front of you. Delicately, she helps you up out of the closet and guides you over to a mound of cushions. The room is entirely decorated in expensive silks and rugs, and the fragrance of incense hangs in the air. You recline on the cushions, and Zhen Ji positions herself next to you, her ample chest pressing against your shoulder. "Here, my lord," she says, her voice tinged with innuendo as she hands you a cup of wine, "please, make yourself... comfortable."
You grin, and take a long draught of the wine. Zhen Ji's grin becomes broader, and she takes a tray of fruit and plies you with them, taking the opportunity to press closer against you; one of her long, pale legs now entwines with yours, and her breast and waist press against your side. Her nimble fingers pluck pieces of fruit from the tray, and she pops them into her mouth, suggestively sucking on her fingers before withdrawing them. She feeds you a few of the sweetmeats like a serving girl, running her fingers over your chest and face suggestively before setting the tray aside to refill your wine. Feeling warm and lightheaded from the booze, you wrap an arm around her lithe body, your hand cupping her breast and squeezing. She gasps and purrs in your ear, "Ohh, strong hands you have. Let me make you more comfortable."
With that, her hand runs down your waist to your crotch, where it pulls down the waistband of your pants to free your cock, which starts to swell to its full size. Her delicate hand wraps around it, jerking it to life as she kisses up your neck to your mouth, where both of you lock lips, your tongues dueling. You squeeze her breast again, dragging a finger across the nipple, feeling it stiffen through the fabric. Thoughts of how this elegant whore can serve you swirl in your mind... |