Well....let's see.
The boy in question was, in addition to being an apparently well known
detective for the Mongolian police force, Mr. Mongolia 2003--a title
one earns by winning bodybuilding competitions. He was probably in his
mid to late twenties.
I mean, bodybuilding isn't hugely popular there, but still! That was
a lot of muscle!
The clothing aspect of all of this is not particularly sexy, because
it was December in UB. I was wearing warm hiking boots and warm wooly
socks, a pair of fleece tights (but not panties), a pair of low-rider
jeans, a fitted olive green shirt, no bra, and a green turtle neck
sweater. (The green shirt looks fantastic without a bra underneath.)
He was also wearing warm boots and socks and a pair of warm pants
underneath his jeans. He wore a button-up shirt with short sleeves
under his sweater and jacket. I wish I could say I remembered the
colors but I don't. I think they were just greys and browns and
things. I think the button-up shirt was the same one he wore to the
club when he followed us home and I think it was a rather strange
pattern of yellow and black.
We were at the movie store and looking at videos, trying to pick
something out. He kept trying to pick a porn flick but ultimately we
got the original Bourne Identity. I didn't really think porn would be
necessary to set the mood.
In the room there was a bench along the wall opposite the television
and then a small cube to serve as table, foot rest, etc. When we got
in the room, we sat next to each other on the bench with his arm
around me. The movie started and about 10 minutes in he was starting
to fidget quite a lot. He started nuzzling my hair etc., so I turned
to face him and we started kissing. He put a hand on my left breast
as we kissed...I am trying to remember the transition from making out
into fucking....I believe he put a hand against my crotch through my
pants and was making me come that way. I was wet enough through my
tights to wonder if the denim would get wet, too.
After I came I believe I either asked him if he wanted to fuck or I
showed him the condom that I had purchased earlier. He spoke a little
bit of English but not enough to really hold a conversation....so
probably I just showed him the condom, even though we didn't end up
using it. He pushed the cube up against the door and I took off my
sweater. I handed him the condom and he looked at me and tossed it
away as I pulled my jeans and tights down and put my hands against the
wall behind the bench. I was actually glad about the condom, since
despite what all the girls in the program kept saying about having one
at all times, I hate condoms. I certainly never used them in high
school.
He entered me quickly and started pounding me, his hands on my hips.
He was thick, more thick than long. He was uncut, like most MongoI
men, which made it feel better. I braced myself against the wall and
occasionally put a knee up on the bench for stability. I wasn't
particularly quiet and I think he was a little bit distracted by the
possibility that one of the (very cute) female video clerks would come
in. I think it was pretty clear to them that we were there for the
purposes of fucking so it's unfortunate they didn't decide to
investigate.
The unfortunate part about Mongolia is that most people live with
their parents until marriage. But this meant I got another chance to
have semi-public sex.
So...he was fucking me from behind, his pants just opened and mine
pulled down a little bit. I kept asking him to fuck me harder and he
seemed to understand that. I also reached back and pulled my
asscheeks open. He pulled out once and started probing my ass. He got
inside maybe an inch or two, since i was very dry. I pushed back a
little but he seemed to have chickened out because he then started
fucking my cunt again. Part of the way through I felt the skin at the
back of the opening of my cunt (the part towards the asshole) tear a
little bit but obviously a girl doesn't stop because of that. I think
I came at least two but probably three times. He came after maybe 6
or 7 minutes of hard fucking.
We lounged against one another as we got our breath. We watched maybe
another 20 or 30 minutes of the movie when he starting touching my
breasts again. This time we made out longer....we kissed slowly for a
while, as he got touchy-feely. He felt me breasts over my shirt and
then under my shirt...a little after he went under my shirt I started
rubbing his uncut cock through his jeans. I lifted my shirt off and
he acted like he liked their size and that I was bra-less. American
girls were all supposed to be sluts, after all. So he started sucking
and biting my nipples. I straddled him then, and we kissed that way
as he handled my breasts. He was a little rough with them, and very
eager. I pushed my cunt against his cock through our jeans, grinding
on him. His attitude changed a lot then and he started kissing me
harder, kissing my neck and my shoulders and cupping my ass. I asked
him if he wanted to fuck again and he nodded. I stripped myself
completely. The floor was sharply cold once I was without boots and
socks. He took off his pants too (white briefs--that's what he was
wearing) and his underwear, and I licked his balls and he squeezed my
breasts while I knelt. He had handcuffs on the back of his belt, and I
kept wishing he'd handcuff me.
I straddled him then and he put his hands on my waist. I pushed
myself onto his cock without kissing him. I remember smiling at him as
his eyes got a little wider. Then I started riding him as he groped
my breasts and my ass....if only he had thought to put a finger in my
ass! I should have learned the words for that off the bat. I rode his
uncut cock to two orgasms and I think he was just sort of surprised
about what was going on because he didn't make a noise and his hands
just shifted all over me. I, on the other hand, was very noisy and
excited about the whole thing. After I came twice, he pushed me off
of him and onto the bench. I masturbated for him briefly and then he
ate me out. Again--too bad one of the lovely attendants hadn't walked
in to see me there on my back, legs over his back as he ate me out and
finally did push two fingers in my asshole after I guided his hand.
Then he got on the bench and, with my legs over his shoulders, he
started fucking me. He didn't bend over, but instead was mostly
upright and perpendicular to my body as he fucked me. How gloriously
slutty! After a few years of misguided monogamy, here I was being
fucked by a cop! I hope to fuck a cop in the States soon, to get out
of a traffic ticket or something like that. All my American friends
knew about my boyfriend back home, they all knew that the Mongolian
had fucked a couple of the other American students and they had all
seen me getting ready for my date. So--these things were in my mind
as he fucked me there on the bench. He was going pretty steadily at
it and had put one hand on my clit, the other holding my right leg as
it rested on his shoulder. I came again in this position, louder than
before, and right after I came he bent over, put his hands against the
bench and started fucking me really forcefully. My butt was a little
bit off the bench, suspended by my legs, which were still over his
shoulders. I couldn't really move much, as he had me pinned on both
sides by his arms and he was driving his cock into me....I love not
being able to go anywhere. I came again and then he came shortly
afterwards. He put enough into me for it to run down my thighs. I
don't think we even finished watching the movie, we just got dressed
again and left. When we drove up to the residence building, I opened
his pants and licked him clean there parked on the street.
When I got home, the bravest of the Americans asked, "Did you bone?"
And my answer was, "Yes, of course." Most of the room was shocked, but
I'm not sure why...It had been clear as soon as Emmy (the other
American) was done with him that it was my turn. Emmy was into
cutting and that sort of thing in bed...so it was quite a shame that
she wasn't interested in fucking both of us.
I've loved the story since she first told me about it. I'd love to talk with Tara again and ask how she looks back on things fifteen years late. How does Tara at thirty-five regard her nineteen-year-old self and her adventures? I have follow-up questions, too. Did she ever see the detective again? Did she ever sleep with Emmy? How many of the other girls at the residence had sex with the detective? UB seems a place where expats can indulge in things that'll never follow them home, where you're far enough away from the world to just be free to both explore and (yes) relieve the boredom. I think I will ask girls I know about stories of affairs and one-night stands while abroad in exotic places. After all, Adventures are part of the point of travel. Let's see what stories I can find out amongst my friends and acquaintances and lovers.
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