Susan Carter - China girl

Suzie Wong gazed longingly towards the ocean, carrying her thoughts to her native land. A refugee from Vietnam, whoever would have thought it possible, she the daughter of Chinese nobility forced to flee her homeland. The successful owner of a boutique that catered only the best to the best, the wives of Field Marshalls and Colonels were her clientele. She had clothes flown in from Paris and London, she attended luncheons and cocktail parties by the score. And now here in this hotel in Hawaii to rest and recuperate before flying to America to meet Brad, her husband. Whatever had possessed her to marry a CIA agent, she could have had anyone he did remind her of her father's stable boy though, always she came back to him. Suzie sighed, she didn't want to think about Brad, he didn't even satisfy her and she hardly ever saw him anyway. She smiled to herself when she thought of Brad's superior from the CIA who had informed her she must leave the country, with his bulging eyes and pants, thirsting to get into her panties. She thought of the sadistic pleasure she had gotten from refusing him.

She closed her eyes and opened them again to view the lush scenario of the Hotel Margo, and in doing so she realized for the tenth time that morning that every eye at the pool was upon her. Poor suckers, she could almost see their cocks straining against their bathing suits in anticipation. Just because the hotel had a reputation for beautiful women, everyone assumed she was fair game. Well, she wasn't. She was exhausted keeping these oafs at bay. And Suzie Wong, at thirty-five was still stunning.

As she rose from her chair to walk to the pool, it was evident that her body did not reveal her years. Her legs were long and lithe, her skin taut and glowingly tantalizing against the hot sun. Her buttocks were round and firm and swelled seductively under her bikini, revealing just the space between the two globes of undulating promise her breasts spilling just enough out of her white bikini and her belly, gentle and ever so slightly rounded, just right for the caress of a man's hand.

Men lusted after her, and drooled and pursued her relentlessly. She spurned them over and over again but to no avail. She was always cold and haughty but it only seemed to make them want her more.

If only she could have looked like half the women from her father's village, sagging breasts and care-worn bodies. She reflected pensively for a moment upon her early life, her father the governor of the village and her mother from an ancient lineage. She, born to be served and pampered. Again she thought of the young stableboy, thirteen years old beaten to death for loving her. He had fucked her one night in the almond grove and her father's steward had caught them. Her first love killed for loving her. Something had died in her then, never again to be aroused, or so it seemed and now. Well, she didn't want to think about it. And now she had her niece to care for, since her brother and sister-in-law were killed, a girl who had quickly ripened to womanhood, only lately out of the convent.

Wendy was now thirteen, Suzie had taken care of her since she was six. She had sent her to only the very best of schools and guarded her very carefully. Yesterday Wendy was a child and now Suzie reflected that the child was fast growing into a very beautiful young woman. Of late Suzie had noticed Wendy's increased interest in boys and her seductive way of casting her eyes whenever they came into the room. Somehow Wendy's approaching maturity was causing Suzie to feel again the touch of a man more constantly, perhaps it was a sense of competition, who knows. Brad wasn't much help, he was hardly ever with her and when he was Well, Suzie shuddered, she didn't want to think too much about Brad and his apparent lack of concern for her, true she was somewhat frigid even with him but didn't he sense her need to be really taken. Apparently not, his lovemaking left so much to be desired and half the time his mind seemed to be elsewhere, probably on his work.

Suzie shook herself out of her reverie, no point in lingering on Brad, here she was in this ridiculous place fighting off advances of men like, well like Jed Kranz sitting opposite her, his belly was so large she doubted if she could even find his cock, he wanted it just the same. Ugh, men were all alike, sad but true.

The voluptuous woman stood at the edge of the pool gazing down into the blue rippling water, a bird swooped over her head in a graceful dive and she too followed it, wishing she could fly away on the wind away from all this. Surfacing she felt refreshed and for a moment in time felt content again.

She played in the pool for a while, temporarily forgetting the ogling eyes, diving like a dolphin and somersaulting, she really was a gorgeous woman. The men around the pool couldn't help but feel a sense of loss at not being able to possess her. Shit. Who was it this time trying to invade her privacy, her peace flew away as quickly as it had come.

She saw a strong pair of legs blocking her exit from the pool and looked a little higher at a deep blue silk swimsuit to a deeply tanned body and into the eyes of Russ Redford.

"Hey baby," he called to her. "I've been looking for you all morning."

"Oh, hi Russ," nervously she smiled, looked into his eyes and then darted then away again. "Pardon me," she said rather brusquely as she tried to avoid touching his body, brushing against his cock which was so obviously throbbing against his swimsuit and for a moment she felt a titillating sensation in her vagina as she came close to him. A surge of desire shot up through her body and she tensed her thighs in order to avoid too much contact.

Russ laughed. "The Virgin Queen eh," he quipped.

Suzie Wong blushed scarlet, then quickly regained her composure and her dignity she walked past him to her deck chair. Russ watched her, a grin spreading from ear to ear as he savored the full curve of her ass swaying in cockthrobbing undulations.

Suzie sat down and put on her sunglasses and cautiously watched Russ for a moment. He did arouse her, that was certain and he was the only decent man at the hotel in fact the only man in desire into her body. He was obviously very intelligent, in an entirely different way from Brad, and extremely handsome, a drama professor at some university in California and Wendy, her niece, had been spending most of her days with Russ' nephew Mike. They were the only youngsters at the hotel and had naturally been thrown together but also they did seem to "flash" as they put it on each other.

Every woman in the hotel wanted Russ to fuck them, it was obvious, in fact every night he was with a different woman. Suzie knew, though, deep down that she was the only woman he wanted there at the hotel. No, never, she shuddered almost too violently never again will I fall in love, not another man, except Brad and he didn't count, would come into her lovely body, even though they might die for the want of it.

She looked good and hard at Russ, he seemed to be a man in his late thirties, early forties, it was really hard to tell with a man like that. His body was so strong and muscular and obviously he took really good care of himself. He was intelligent, charming, handsome, everything a woman could want hut she knew too much about men to let herself be fooled, he was lust like the rest, a sexually driven beast.

Lost in her thoughts, Suzie was shocked when she felt the presence of another body close to her. Russ was leaning over her, almost touching her breasts with his hands.

"Cummon angel," he smiled. "Are you eves going to melt enough to allow me even one moment with you."

Suzie felt uncomfortable with his body so close to hers, she really did feel desire every time he came anywhere near her in all her years out he the world since the death of her first husband, no-one had even come close to affecting her like this, she was at a loss as to what to do. She really was lonely, in truth but really she was not going to be fucked by anybody, fucked and left to cry in the hot sun like all the rest of the women at the hotel.