Oulan the Mongolian

Yes, for real. As in, she was born and raised in Mongolia, immigrated at the age of 20 to the U.S. to attend N.Y.U, and somehow gravitated toward banking employment. Some colleagues of mine dragged me to a Wall Street meet and greet young future employees (or something like that). So after the standard speeches were given by several of the invited banking geniuses, there was a mingle session. So me and this friend were standing there sipping our Heineken and sampling some chicken satay, when out of the blue, a tall (5'9''), skinny, long haired, Oriental looking lady comes up to me and says: "Hi, I like your face, do you have a girlfriend?" To which I respond: "No, I am married". She did not bat an eyelash. And then she said she was raised in Mongolia and came here for school, and she had a young son in Russia with her estranged husband, sniff sniff etc etc. And she also told me that one of the managing directors at the place she worked offered to be her sugar daddy (Nah, a financial professional do that sort of thing? Never!) She was stunned and amazed and declined that offer. And all that within our first 30 minutes of talking. So she was living in Soho, near this great restaurant (Raoul's). After this party was over she needed help so I called a taxi for her. In the meantime I had to save her from the jaws of friend who was zooming in for attack. So I escorted her and she asks me to step in the taxi with her, and rests her head on my shoulder. Great, so now what do I do. I was seriously concerned she would throw up on me. We went into Raoul's and had a few more beers, and as we were talking she noticed my bruised knuckles. I had just worked out at the gym the day before, and usually I do a couple of rounds on the bag without any gloves. So I told her I train, just to relieve some frustrations and stay in shape in the same time. She said in Russia real men train without any gloves or protective gear. Well, I guess I would strike ot over there, wouldn't I? After a couple of drinks we went back to her place and she offered me a joint, which I took. Now the problem is, it was getting late, I needed to go home, and this joint certainly didn't help things, as I was starting to fall asleep. All I could do is crawl out of there and get myself a taxi. No sex happened with her at all, ever. I think she just wanted someone to drink with and complain to. I suppose had I pursued it a bit more, it could have happened. And then I could say I bagged a true descendant of the great Genghis Khan. It was her birthday a few days later, so I sent her an email saying happy birthday in Mongolian (thank you Google translator) and she responded with this totally amazed "Oh my God, you got it!".
We met a few more times for dinner, and she was always running soooo late. And once she even asked me: "You want to fuck me don't you". I just laughed at someone being so upfront! I did help her out financially, and after each gift, I felt naked. After all, there was no return on this particular investment, if you get my drift.
And during one of our discussions she said she wants me to go down the Amazon with her, and she was planning this great birthday surprise for me. But by that time I was getting tired of the whole situation as fun as it was, and I bailed out. And I was certainly not going to go down the Amazon with anyone! You kidding? That whole place is infested with man eaters! On our way out of this restaurant I did drag her towards me and seeing she was wearing a shirt that showed just a glimpse of her nice muscular belly, I slid a few fingers over it and planted a big passionate one on her, right in the middle of this Soho street with the cabs zooming by.
Nice little adventure, and I always wonder what she would have been like in bed. I would have been more motivated to try had she not been such a scatter brain.

Kamra

Funny name huh? But I swear it is a real one. I wonder why her parents gave it to her and what where they thinking at the time. She was the lead singer in a local band, and these guys were a bunch of characters, and their FB site had them standing in front of a wall in the middle of the night, like a street gang. Pretty cool picture actually. She was also a chameleon type in that she kept changing her appearance, by radically changing her hairdo. I am a hair person so I notice these things. Before we met she emailed my a picture of her with hair neatly groomed and and flat against her skull. When we met however, and also on her FB picture she had an Afro. And I mean a big one. So it is interesting to see how some people like to change their looks around. So we met at this restaurant and I was not feeling too well on that day, but didn't want to cancel. I arrived there first, and just ordered a drink and took a seat at a booth, reading Barron's as I awaited. So in she walks about 20 minutes late, she looks around and then she orders something from the bar and walks straight to my table. How did she know it was me? probably because I was the only one seeming to be waiting for someone (I had not sent a picture of me before hand). So we exchanged pleasantries and she told me she is just a poor girl from a rural state, trying to make it in the big city, attending a very prestigious college and also having this little band on the side. And she seemed very experienced in the SB ways, for her young age (22). She knew the best hotels and restaurants in town and she told me some stories about the sexual preferences of some previous SD's. And I thought that was waaaay too much and too graphic information, but interesting nonetheless. I am just totally amazed the sexual adventures and tastes that some men have, that border well on the side of perversion (kinda close to bestiality and body fluids, yuck). Thanks for ruining any appetite I may have had. But she graciously and kindly offered a bit of her lite fare, freshly made guacamole right next to our table, which was huge. Now that I think back she was a very down to earth and kind individual. You know, the type that has empathy for others because her own personal circumstances were never that great until then, and she could sympathize with the underdog. Who knows, may be one day she will be a famous Columbia educated singer and then I can think back 10 years and say "Hey, I have slept with that person" when I see her on TV. One thing though is that she liked talking about sexual acts she has done in the past, as if she were talking about the weather. I am not prudish by any stretch of the imagination, but I usually don't talk too freely about these things. Catholic education at work, I guess.
In most cases, I am the type that connects really easily with people, or not at all. And again, I have instincts that are better than most people I have met. Like you are in a meeting and after the first 5 minutes you have hit a home run, or struck out. In this case it was a home run.
I was concerned about her safety though, and advised her that in future meetings she really shouldn't just take everything that one says for granted and just sleep with them. Maybe she liked me and felt comfortable with me. I know I have that effect on people (I am also modest, to boot). But she seemed like a nice gal and I didn't want her getting hurt by some crazed maniac out there.
Very voluptuous and passionate as well, and I had to get out of thee a few hours later, otherwise I would end up spending the whole day. But that's a good problem to have. It was a great meeting. I just really like it when I meet someone and there is a spark right away, and things flow automatically. Rather than the alternative, which seems more like a business negotiation and can become a turn off and a mood killer.