Posted by chorchev on January 08, 2000 at 07:59
* This tory is based on a fact (my true experience), but the details are mostly fictional.
About 2 years ago, when I was in college, I was going out with a Chinese American girl called Erica.
She attracted me in many ways -- her cheerful but somewhat mysterious character, the way she smiles, as well as her looks -- at least for me, she was one of the most attractive woman I've ever dated.
She had black hair, her height was about avarage, and she liked to wear active clothes (which looked very nice on her).
Actually We dated only several times; our relationship was not long. She went away before I knew her very well.
One day , Erica and I were dating and went to see a movie. As I remember, it was "Titanic." We enjoyed tne long and great movie until the end and got out of the theater at about noon.
It was lunchtime, so we went to our favorite Italian restaurant, and had spaggheti, along with beer and several cups of coffee.
After all those drinks, I needed to go to the bathroom, so I asked her,
"Why don't we go to the restroom?"
"Well, I'm alright, I'll wait outside." she replied.
I doubted that, because she had, beside lunch, drunk a large coke before the movie. But anyway, I went alone.
After lunch, we went back to my car, and drove to a park, where the flea market was held at that time. In the car, I detected she was somewhat strange... I was talking with her, but she was apparently somewhat nervous.
Her mind seemed to be preoccupied by something else.
She was still restless at the flea market. She would usually stroll through the vendors and enjoy bargaining; but this time, she was just walking through the place and didn't talk much.
After some time, she said:
"Well, I'm kind of bored... I want to go to your place rather than spending time here."
I was surprised by her sudden request, but there didn't seem to be anything interesting for me too, so I simply answerd yes. So we went back to the car.
It was about an hour and a half to get to my house (and on the way there was Erica's place).
She was apparently more fidgety on the way back. She was srossing and uncrossing her legs and arms, sitting straightly upright.
About 20 minutes passed and suddenly she said:
"Oh, could you drop by at my place before we get to your house? I need to get done a few things."
I thought to myself, "Does she need to pee? --It surely look that way! Maybe she want to use the toilet in her room."
We arrived at her apartment. She got out of the car, carefully and slowly, which made my suspicion stronger. "She's holding herself. It's for sure," I thought.
She got into the buiding. I desided I should go with her. "Oh, you come along?" she said.
We used the elavator to get to her room on the 5th floor, and got in her room.
She went to the sofa and sat for a while.
"What are you going to do here?" I asked.
"Well," she replied, "well, I feel like changing my clothes, just for a change. I'm feeling a little bit bad because of that long ride."
I thought to myself, "What!? Does that mean she already wet herself?"
It was not sure. I looked at the crotch of her dark blue jeans, but I couldn't find any wet spot.
She went into her bedroom and changed clothes.
I was very turned on. There wasn't any toilet in the bedroom; is she wetting her jeans in the bedroom? -- I could only imagin!
After a while (it took very short), she appeared in white sweater and denim skirt. I knew those clothes were special for her. They were her favorite, and she knew she looked really attractive in them. The sweater fit smoothly to her, in a perfect contrast with her black hair. And the denim skirt was really sexy!
"OK, let's go!"she said.
Back in the car, she said she felt like danding, and asked me to play a dance music. I followed her request and played my favorite cassette tape.
She started to move her body to the music, sitting on the seat. She lifted her knees up and down very fast, prouncing, leaning inward and outward -- it looked like she was squirming, rather than dancing.
Her forehead was covered with sweat, and her cheeks was flushed.
Anyway, when the music ended, she asked me to stop the tape and said,
"Wow, it was so fun!"
But she didn't seem to be enjoying it from her heart; rather, she looked unconfortable, or aroused, or even sensual, which made me much more turned on.
After that, she was crossing her legs --squeezing tightly together--, slightly bent forward, and her hands nervously moving on her knees and the denim.
Still we had an hour to go.
After a while, she said:
"Why don't you drive much faster? It's not crowded" --her voice was a bit trembling.
"Well, we have a lot of time."
"But it's not good to be in this cramped car for a long time. Don't you think so?"
"OK,OK, I'll try."
And I picked up speed.
When I stopped for the traffic light, I looked at her;
She was pushing her denim between her crotch, and rubbing them slowly but hard. She realized that I was watching and said,
"Oooh, gee, I feel a bit cold." and pushing her hands between the crotch.
The lights changed and I started the car. Soon she started to take off her shoes and lifted her legs on the seat. She was really fidgeting. She was tearing her hair. It was sure that she was bursting to go -- well, she was more than bursting!
And all of a sudden, she cried,
"Oh, I've got to go! Please stop!"
I was surprised (half expected) and stop the car. She got out, without shoes, and went somewhere, half walking and half running, her body leaning inward.
...And she never came back.
After that, I never see Erica again. She seemed to have moved to somewhere else.
I graduated from college a few months later, and she did too, I suppose.
2 years have passed and it is already 2000, but I still remember Erica, sometimes.
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