A Time For Sex Part One - Asian Sex Story

The Miller’s Tale is an unusual little place in an unusual part of town.

It’s a sort of coffee house with exotic blends of different coffees and teas

and a few micro brews for the discerning palate. Just off of Broadway Blvd.

on Capital Hill in Seattle it resides in a hole in the wall. Only the locals

and a few invited guest know it’s exact location. If everyone knew about it,

it would destroy the very reason most of us spend so much of our time and

disposable income there. One Thursday I am sitting at one of the back tables

sipping a new blend of tea. I don’t remember it’s name since it wasn’t very

good but I do remember the story that came with it. Walter Wilson, one of the

aforementioned locals comes in for a latte. He is a rather average looking

twenty seven year old male, too intelligent to be a geek, and not bright enough

to be a nerd. It was a rather dull evening so I wave Walter over.

“Any thing new in your life Walter?” I ask.

“Well, now that you ask. You like hearing unusual or weird tales don’t

you?” he asked. I nodded. “Well, something I experienced a few weeks ago

might qualify. ” I picked up the tab for his latte and bid him to continue.

Well, there I was sitting in my inexpensive apartment watching Jeopardy when

suddenly Alex Trebec starts winking out on me. The building is old, but I have

never had problems with the electric before. Fortunately the problem lasted

only thirty seconds and I was able to return to the program just in time for a

commercial. But before I suffered through the first ad, there was a knock at

the door. I figured it must be some kid selling candy for his or her school.

Boy was I surprised when I opened the door. There were two women and a man

standing in my doorway looking somewhat ill at eased. Their look was not what

surprised me but the fact all three were completely naked. Broadway is

considered to be a somewhat liberal and strange part of town, but three naked

people in the middle of Jeopardy? Well they were not completely naked, they

wore these funky little slippers on their feet, although I did not notice this

right away. After gawking for some time at the perfect bodies of these two

women, it occurred to me that something else was different about them other

than the fact they were butt naked. They each had beautiful faces, somewhat a

medium tan complexion. Their eyes were somewhat almond shaped indicating Asian

parenting, however their noses and lips were quite Anglo. Their breasts were

nothing less than perfect. Perfect in size (not to big, not to small, just

right), perfect in form (they did not sag, even a millimeter). and perfect in

color as there were no tan lines. But this was not what struck me as odd as

the fact that one had silver colored shoulder length hair while the other had

no hair at all. Odder still their cranial hair was consistent with their pubic

hair, silver and bald.

“Excuse me, but are you Walter Wilson?” asked the man standing behind these

two goddess’. It was now I realized the man was holding what looked like a

transparent plastic clipboard.

“Survey takers?” I asked innocently. The trio looked at each other

questioningly.

“May we enter?” asked the bald bombshell. What does one say to three naked

people? I stepped to one side and bid them to enter. As I closed the door the

two angels were looking about the apartment. From my new vantage I could see

their asses were as perfect as the rest of their gorgeous bodies. The man on

the other hand seemed more interested in double jeopardy. As my sexy visitors

looked about, I noticed they seem preoccupied caressing and otherwise playing

with themselves. They would stroke their perfect breasts as they passed the

kitchen, pinching their nipples as they entered the bedroom area, and as they

looked out the bedroom window their hands slowly crept down between their legs,

parting their pussy lips and slowly in a rotating motion played with their

clits. To a person like me, this does not happen very often, well never. What

does one say to a naked girl playing with herself? It did not take long for

the two beauties to finish examining my small studio apartment and turn again

toward me. Most of the naked women I see are two dimensional and having two

naked goddess right in front of me..

“Fascinating!” said the bald one. Silver just giggled.

“ER .. you know my name, what are your names?” I inquired.

“I am Miranda, this is my one third sister Kate” answered the hairless sex

kitten.

“Third sister, as opposed to half sister ?” I said jokingly.

“Exactly” answered Kate. They were not laughing. Either they did not get

the joke or I was missing something very fundamental. “That over there is Bob”

pointing to the man sitting in my kitchen chair answering the final jeopardy

question out loud. They both looked at Bob with loathing and contempt. Bob

was oblivious to everything except the TV

“Can I get you something to drink, maybe?” I asked nervously.

“No, we just came for sex. “answered Miranda matter-of- factly. “Would you

be able to engage us in various sex acts this night?” My legs suddenly became

weak. Although my brain (and my groin) immediately said yes, it took my mouth

a few seconds longer to get out the words. Both women smiled.

“Weeful!” said Kate.

“‘Weeful’?” I asked.

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