Wai Guo Ren

Wai Guo Ren

A Story by David
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Love story

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She had been lonely a very long time. Things had not been clear to her. Her mind was clouded by family , work, heritage,  peer pressure. She would return home from work at the end of a satisfying day and take a deep breath. Fix dinner, make some calls to friends and family. It was empty, chaste, un-satisfying. She found a bit of release upon her computer and explored her hearts’ content. At first she thought it would just be a small hobby. Nothing more , nothing to be concerned with. Just a fantasy to play with.

She soon experimented and wrote a letter to a serious man. She beckoned him and thought it would be fun. She taunted him with words of fondness and serious intention. She never expected the results or the consequences. She was presented with honesty, consequences, truth, reality, proposals of marriage, love beyond this world. He was to present her with the most honest and truthful presentation she had ever seen. He was a foreinger, a Wai guo ren. He had been alone so long and had been wounded so many times in this game he decided to find a new outlet, a different culture . One that appreciates the qualities he had to offer. He was also seeking a new outlook, a better view of life in general. A time to put things in perspective. He was a creature of different times and could stand this no more. Something so out of control in the states. He was fond of saying that when a woman is born , she should be deeded a house. So many divorces , such vitriol and hatred over possessions. Children used like commodities. Each day it ground him down as he watched the constant parade of so called victims in the courts. The joke of the courts was even more fodder. What ridiculousness on display!

She entreated him with longing letters and he chose to believe her.  He had become cynical about these things but for some reason she was the response he had sought so long. She was a doctor, young and as smart as could be. A poet, piano player, singer and lover of life. She was Chinese and so very beautiful! They had never met face to face but this was simply a minor obstacle.

 He had promised to meet her in Hong Kong. A meeting they agreed to.  There was a wonderful retro club that made disco an absolute wonderful ballroom.  It was full of life, of adventure. It was full of sex, inspiration and the wonder of life. He was present there when she entered. He was enthralled and worshipped her from the very first sight of her.  He watched her move and coyly observe the room. What a magnificent creature she was. Sexy, serious, smart and unbound by problems of the world.

She was to be his. There was not a single doubt in his mind.  She was so convinced that she was not his ,at least not yet. Not so easily.  She was to be coy, provocative, demure and so many things at once it almost confused her. She had not yet seen him. He had chosen a table near the back and wanted time to watch her. She was so confidant and he loved this of her.

She was dressed in a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. A slit up the side , exposing those amazing legs. It revealed her sexuality and prowess.  Five inch heels, the kind that drove men mad. Long gold earrings that hung low and dangled just right .  She made her way through the crowd and found a table in the back. There was the blue eyed stranger. She knew him at once. Her heart raced at an incredible speed as she tied so hard to be calm. He was so far from calm, more of a controlled chaos  at the sight of her.

They said not one word . he grasped her and brought her to the dance floor. The speakers blared out these beautiful songs and they made passionate romance right there while the room spun out of control

As that monster bass beat out its’ rythm, they swirled, danced and held one another as close as could be. They were like angels floating above the dance floor.  He would spin her out of control and soon enough twirl her right back and hold her closer than ever to him. Her dress billowed and followed her body as she moved . It was almost magical. There were hundreds of people on the floor but to them, they could not be more alone.  He would whisper in her ear, I love you as she spun away.  She would respond . How do I know? He would say , By the adolescent glow in my eyes .  I love you he said. How do I know she replied. By the lack of breathe when I am near you. Feel me in your soul. I am everywhere you think of being.  Her head against his chest she could feel his heart beating wildly. Her blood rushed and filled her heart. You have become my breath, my heartbeat, my purpose. I have searched for you all my life, she whispered in his ear. He grabbed her by her long dark hair, pulling her head back just a bit he placed his lips to hers . Feeling her soft exotic mouth just melted him . He kissed her so deeply and with such longing. She kissed him right back with all the passion she could command! She had placed her arms around his neck and brought him in as close as she could. That kiss had sealed their lives together. It was two am when they decided to leave. There was a slight chill tonight and he put his suit coat around her as they walked. He had his arm securely around her waist and her arms around him. There was not a lot of conversation, none was needed, just an intensely serene aura  encompassing them.

He had made reservations at the Hilton close to the club. They reached the hotel and found their way to his room. He unlocked the door and slid it open. She started to enter but he grasped her and swept her into his arms. A kick to the door and it was shut behind them. Ever so gently he placed her on the bed , her dark hair covering the pillows. God how beautiful she was. He lay down next to her and they found each other once again, their passions exploding.

 

 

 

 

© 2013 David


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hyannis, MA



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