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frankly just make a move on, was now hiding behind a robe acting like some kind of eighteenth century maiden.
    But maybe, she thought as she pouted a little, maybe she was approaching this whole thing in the wrong manner. Maybe her approach was all wrong.
    “Chan,” she breathed, looking down as if to enhance the air of vulnerability that she no longer felt. “Can…can you please…hold me?”
    She tried her best not to laugh as his eyes softened at her request.

    Chan quickly turned his back to Laney and fastened his robe, being sure to make sure everything was as covered as it could get.
    There was no time to drag out a fundoshi, his usual form of wrap, loincloth-style underwear, so he prayed that his lack of underwear would not show how her vulnerability just screamed out for his instincts to reach out and claim her.
    His reaction to her was…different than it had been for all the other females he’d had.
    Marlana seemed to be special, meant more to him than the other flings.
    Forcing a smile to his lips, he took his first tentative steps towards her, when he paused.
    There was quite a wicked gleam in her eyes, and as he inhaled deeply, he realized that he smelled more than bath oils and incense.
    “You are….”
    “Aroused,” she rolled her eyes, smirking at him. “Now, what are you going to do about it?”

    Laney was tired of the pretense, the stuttering, and the fact that Chan was trying to treat her like a child. She was a full-grown woman and she knew what she wanted.
    But Chan stood there, frozen in shock, a state Laney didn’t like to see. It was time to get him motivated.
    Lying back on the bed, she spread her legs, tossed the towel, and let her fingers brush her pubic mound.
    “It’s so sweet that you want to take care of me, Chan, but maybe its time you,” she chuckled evilly, “take care of me.”
    “Laney….”
    “I’m so hot,” she breathed, spreading her legs wider, knowing that she was giving him a view of all of her tingling flesh.
    Just the thought of touching herself in front of him was enough to get her sap flowing, so to speak. And she was more than willing to show him, all modesty tossed aside.
    “I want you here,” she moaned, fanning her fingers thought her trimmed pubic bush. “I want to feel you here, Chan. I want to feel you slide deep inside me. I want to know what the others were screaming about. I want you to show me.”
    “Laney…?”
    Moaning, she tossed back her head, allowing her forefinger to gently finger her clit, rubbing the small nubbin of flesh and drawing forth gasps of mounting pleasure.
    “This feels so good,” she groaned, opening up one eye to stare at the aroused flush growing up from his neck. “But I bet you can make it feel better.”

    Chan wanted to scream so hard was his cock. He felt aroused to a painful point as he stared at Laney and her beyond-erotic actions.
    She was fingering herself right before his eyes! Her skin flushed ever so sweetly, her full lips parted and panting, her hips arching up into her touch.
    One finger stimulated her clit while the other was making forays over her labia, teasing the rich pink flesh there.
    Her essence flowed over her fingers, dampening her curls, and filling the air with the heady scent of her.
    “Chan,” she whimpered, spreading her legs further. “I know you want me. Please, Chan. Give me release.”
    And what the hell was he waiting for?
    His Laney-kitten had turned into a stunning seductress, intent on ripping his orgasm out of his cock from across the room.
    Why was he denying himself? Where had this misplaced sense of over protectiveness come?
    Laney waited, ready and willing, and he himself.... He looked down at the tent his hard cock was making out of his robe and shook his head.
    He felt more than ready.
    He looked to his new lover, and a slow smile spread across his lips.
    “Chan?” Laney called out, sliding her finger into herself up to the first knuckle, licking her lips as her hips