My first midnight prowl... This late my libido isn't normally raging.

But all these yummy ladies advertising in my neighborhood got me thinking: why not splurge a brown on bedtime fun? Many micros are active till 2 AM.

I phone the number shared by Lucy, Jessie, Helen and Grace—a bigger operation always inspires confidence. A jolly-sounding papasan informs me that Jessie and Helen are available. He agrees to let me see both of them.

"Who would you recommend?" I ask. "Jessie," he answers without hesitation.

When I phone again, from the entrance to the highrise tower, papasan says he'll come to let me in. After a 5 min wait a young fellow with glasses arrives from a different building.

Inside the condo we first drop by Helen's room. When I see this skimpily dressed cutie-pie standing beside her mattress—looking heart-wrenchingly vulnerable and expectant—I decide to take my chances with her.

We get off to a good start. She speaks very little English and responds happily to my basic Mandarin. She even says she likes my smile; too many pooners apparently arrive looking scarily serious.

We plug in my CD player and fill the dreary room with soft Chinese music. I hand her 5 greens.

Then we strip and head to the bathroom. I like Helen's pretty face and dainty body, with its small titties and no excess fat around the waist.

She turns on the shower but doesn't step into the bathtub with me. She scrubs me from the outside. When she pours me a big cup of mouthwash, I wonder: might there be kissing in the offing?

We hop onto the mattress that sits low on the floor. Draped over the linen are two white towels. I spray pheromone on both of us and give Helen stockings to wear—which, however, are the wrong size for her skinny thighs.

At first, Helen wants to switch the nightstand lamp off, but with the only light coming from the bathroom I find it far too dark and insist she switch the lamp on again. I also get a little worried when I see her fiddling with a roll of toilet paper.

She puts some paper beside her on the bed before she briefly licks my nipples and, perfunctorily, touches Tantalizer. She clearly doesn't want kissing.

Suddenly she rips open a condom wrapper, ostensibly planning to roll a condom over my soundly asleep dick. Alarmed I say, "Hey not yet—you got to make him hard first."

She looks annoyed but, holding the condom in one hand, lowers her mouth over my cock and starts sucking away. I don't know if this works with most guys, but my old boy needs gentle, playful coaxing.

So I motion Helen to switch position. Waking Tantalizer with my practiced hand I encourage her to rub her furry little kitty. She obliges, still holding the ready condom, but eventually replacing it with toilet paper.

She resists my attempt to finger her. Reluctantly, she consents to DATY but wants me to lick only the hairy patch above her clit. A mouthful of hair isn't the greatest turn-on; but you live and learn. After my shortest muff dive ever she wipes herself with toilet paper.

She makes a worried comment as Tantalizer becomes fully erect. We use a fresh condom. When I slide cautiously into her lilliputian bang slit, I'm barely half engulfed when I feel soft, fleshy resistance indicating I've reached the end of the road.

After gentle mish, with her hand constantly trying to keep my cock from going deep, I get her to climb on top for ACG. Predictably, her movements are timid, inexperienced, awkwardly angled. I try to help her out with my hands cupping her bum, but she doesn't follow my guidance.

Let's try doggie; not too much can go wrong in doggie. Even though she again uses her hand to prevent deep penetration, I still get to do a stretch of enjoyable pounding. That tight resisting flesh engulfing the tip of my cock, along with the sight of her starfish, carries enough erotic charge to bring me close to popping.

I try to get her to lie flat on her belly for lazy doggie. But she turns back to face me, saying "Tong, tong"—which means "It hurts." Well, I'm definitely not into hurting a lady. So we just ease back into mish.

She opens her legs only part-way to restrict access and makes no pretense of feeling arousal. But even so, looking at that pretty woman quivering beneath me, I've no trouble unloading with a blast.
---
I ask in Chinese if she's feeling okay, and she says, "good." She lets me give her a dry peck on her clenched lips. We disengage, and she pulls off the condom. She wipes me with toilet paper, a lot of which remains sticking to my cock.

Then, telling me to rest up—"xiuxi, xiuxi"—she rushes off to the shower. I shower solo afterward.

While I'm dressing she's straightening out the bed. She doesn't replace the used towels; she doesn't even turn them over. Well, so much about consistency in practicing hygiene.

I'm about to leave when, to my surprise, she asks me to sit down on the bed. She gives me her number with her "real" name (Sasa)—"Helen" is just her name in this micro. She even gives me a decent 5 min massage, through my shirt.

We chat a bit more. She tells me she's 26 (her ad says 23), and that she really dislikes this job. I tell her that, with blue eye shadow, her lovely face would look even lovelier. She shows me her make-up kit and promises that, on my next visit, she'll put on lots of blue eye shadow.

As we hug goodbye I feel empathy. In spite of spotty service I feel no hostility toward this sweetie on the wrong career path, but rather a certain amusement and satisfaction with how I navigated the rough spots.

L=8 (if you like Cantonese cuties), A=7, S=6.

On the way out, waiting by the elevator, I see papasan arriving with the next pooner.