Brandy In Taipei City!

I’ve never been much of a traveler. Not at all actually. Even my first ever flight was when I was 16 –and it was too basically just visit a dead aunt in India. It wasn’t that I hated flying, -didn’t mind it much besides the odd screaming child on board-, it was the hassle of planning and executing an overseas trip that frankly irritated me. All that back and forth of exchanging currencies, writing out itineraries, having to xplore’ a whole new country just for the sake of gallivanting and boasting to your friends when you got back; nothing about travelling enticed me in the least.

“But it’s not going to be like last time!” Brandy had a knack for whining. She knew that it was one of her vices, but it got her the results she wanted when people had to give in and make her stop. We’ve been friends for a huge mother load of 6 whole years, from huddling with bowls of soup in freshman university till reaching the ripe age of 24 –still only being able to afford the same soup. She whimpered and flopped face first onto my back.

I glared at her. “According to you, the last time wasn’t supposed to be like the last time either,” I puffed, pushing her off me. Much like the undiscovered opera star she was, Brandy made a show of falling off the bed into a starfish position on my bedroom floor. No wonder my energy was non-existent. I had a best friend that could fill the quota for both our personalities.

“We looked too much into Adelaide. Where to go, what to eat,” Brandy pulled herself upright and clutched onto a pillow. “This time, we’ll do everything spontaneous. Just like you wanted right?”

Brandy made a compelling point. We travelled to Adelaide last Christmas when her parents decided to cancel on their plans to go skiing. I indulged her then only, partially because I felt really bad about leaving her to be alone in our room while I’m surrounded with mistletoe and turkey; and because the only thing worst than a hyped up Brandy was a sopping, sad and self-pitying version of her. Adelaide turned out disastrous on my end because little miss sunshine had chosen a whole holiday package that involved –doing things. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad thing if we just winged it?

Brandy could tell when the machines in my head were turning in her favor. She smiled hopefully, and I returned it slowly. “You have to promise me that we’re going to work things on our time,” I went on. “No funny lake tours and trips to human Holocaust museums, Brandy I swear to Go-,” I was immediately cut off from a yelp that escaped her mouth.

“I promise, I promise, I promise!” She clapped her hands rapidly together, like some water seal with Parkinson’s.

“Taiwan –here we come!”

—

Why was there so much of food?

That was my only thought as the Uber took Brandy and I to our Airbnb. The flight was bearable, but economy seats were all that’s available on short notice so it was a little bit of a struggle to get comfy.

I might’ve been thinking about food since I barely got anything to eat on the trip here but some sandwiches. Brandy was ranting about a kid kicking her seat, halfway stopping to snore in between her trashy romance novel. What was it about the both of us that made best friends? I’ll never know.

Our Airbnb was smack dab in the middle of Taipei City, and a little bit over a 10-minute drive to the Taipei 101 Center. The Uber dropped us off at the gates of a gorgeous double-storey villa, complete with large and embellished wooden gates, fish fountains and lush flowers to match in the garden. I had to give it to her. Brandy was a whole lot of things, but un-resourceful was not one of them.

She gave me a little grin as she pressed the doorbell. “Have enough energy left in ya for happy hour later?” I took snapped off my cap and smacked her in the face with it. She scoffed and tried to elbow me, but not before the doors opened.

A warm looking Chinese woman in about her 60’s greeted us. She wore a long sleeved blue blouse, cream silk pants and a megawatt smile on her face. “Hello! You must be here under the Brandy Tong reservation?”

Brandy grinned back at her. The woman extended her hand. “I’m WayLin, it’s very nice to meet the both of you! Let me show you around,” She said as she led the both of us in.

The villa was considerably much huger than it looked from the outside. WayLin rattled on about the historic features of the house, how many generations of her family lived here and other things that went right over my head. I realized just how much I wasn’t equipped for travelling in foreign lands as tiredness seeped through my bones and I yawned. I’m sure WayLin was amazing, but she was too much for my shutting down brain at the moment.

“I’m going to head upstairs to the room if you don’t mind,” I blurt out as Brandy scowled at me. “Flight was really long and I should get some rest. Brandy can stay and learn about the rest of the house!” I added and smiled sweetly.

Dorothy returned my grin, not harsh in any way. “Your room would be on the first floor, dear. Second is where my son and I are staying,” She gestured to the end of a long hallway. “You can shower and sleep there. The bathrooms are attached.”

I gave Waylin a firm but awkward handshake and stuck my tongue out at Brandy. Making my way down the hallway, I was enchanted by how warm and welcoming this Taiwan house really was. Most Airbnb’s that Brandy picked were gorgeous no doubt, but they always had odd paintings, clinically clean squeaky floors and weird lounge music that came from somewhere, giving it this hotel-feel. This place looked lived in, home-y; so instead of turning right into the room, I found myself making my way into the kitchen.

WayLin mentioned that we could help ourselves to whatever’s in the fridge –so I grabbed a mango rice pudding from the cooler and started to dig in. My grumbling stomach whined in appreciation, and it was so loud that I didn’t hear the voices at first. It was coming from the gazebo near the coy pool, carried by the strong winds. That’s when I realize it was just one. One voice. Sharp, angry, masculine. Tortured. The sliding door was ajar, but I didn’t want to test my luck going outside. I snuck a peek from behind an ancient wooden pillar in the far end of the kitchen, but couldn’t determine where it was coming from. Then bit by bit, it got louder.

A tall Asian man on a phone call, in his late twenties to early thirties stomped out of the gazebo. Do you ever get the weird feeling where you’re in the middle of falling asleep and being awake, when your entire body suddenly feels like its dropping into thin air? That’s exactly what it was like when I laid eyes on him. Dark brown hair tousled from his fingers, face flushed and his slim but muscular body tensed and poised from anger.

He turned around –and for a minute I felt my blood run cold.

His eyes were piercing, hooded eyelids masking two rivers of secrets and stories that knocked the air right from my lungs. I hurled back around the pillar, my feet unable to move. It’s only when I craned my neck around it 3 minutes later was he gone, nothing to signify him ever being there.  His eyes haunted me – silver grey in an otherwise oriental appearance.

—

“Do you know how old May Lin’s son is?”

We had just come back from a night market, full of sounds, sights, smells and all the best of Taiwan. After the night market, we hailed a cab to Taipei 101 to head through the observatory deck to watch the night sky. Brandy was right, Taiwan was a great idea. Tiring –but a great idea.

Brandy turned from unpacking, facing me in confusion. “What do you mean?”

I shrugged. “Just thought I might ask.  He gave me the weirdest sensation.” My mind went back to our bizarre encounter at the gazebo and my body tingled again. Why was this man giving me so much of a reaction? It didn’t make any sense- oh wait. I groaned inwardly as I realized what it was. My boyfriend and I had broken up close to 3 years ago, and I have never really been with anyone since. I never found the need to. Guys at the club didn’t really do much to interest me; and I was never really attracted to someone well enough to have a one night stand with them.

But the fact remains; I haven’t had sex for 3 years.

Brandy noticed my slacked jaw. “Everything okay?” She sat next to me.

I laughed it off. Nervously. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m just a little tired that’s all.”

Brandy offered a small smile. “You’re excused this one time. I forced fed you fried grasshoppers on a stick, so you get to turn in early without me nagging. I’ll continue tomorrow,” she said and threw a pillow at me.

I threw it back to her and made my way to get a shower. I couldn’t help it, my mind drifted back to the mystery man in the gazebo. How tense he was when he fought on the phone, how his hands fingers clenched and unclenched. And those eyes. It sent a shiver through my body –that travelled all the way to between my legs. The water pressure was hot, heavy even and I moaned. My hands inched closer to my legs and I sucked in a deep breath. I was soaking wet. It wasn’t from the water.

A hand pounded the door. “What’s taking so long?!”

Honestly, if I didn’t love Brandy as much as I did –I would’ve have gone to far extents to commit murder and dump her body without evidence.  It was almost like the time she disturbed me when I was watching the top porn sites at sexreviews.

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I tossed and turned all night. The heat of Taiwan was sweltering –and the  comforters in Dorothy’s house weren’t helping. Pushing off the covers, I made my way to the kitchen. The kitchen was so much cooler from the ajar sliding door; as the air wafted in from the-

Wait. Why was the sliding door open?

“Water filter’s down. Use the jug.”

I froze in my steps. The same voice from the afternoon now stood right behind me. I swallowed. “Thanks,” I said drily. I grabbed the jug from the cooler and slowly braced myself to turn around.

Yet again, the air was filled with electricity as our eyes met. He wore a slight smirk. “Have we met before?” The animosity from this afternoon seemed to have ebbed away. He inched closer and my breath hitched in my throat once again.

I moved back. “I don’t think so,” I said and chugged water to keep my throat from drying out. He smiled this time and whispered.

“How would you feel about a midnight snack?”

—

I don’t know exactly what it was that made me say yes.

Maybe it was the fact that I was lonely, tired and in a foreign city looking for someone to count on besides my snoring best friend. Or the fact that I was horny out of my mind.

We ended up getting fried ice cream from a local shop open late –settling down on a park bench. “My dad used to take me here all the time,” he started to reminisce. “Daan Forest Park, one of the largest in the city,” he continued and looked at me again.

Largest park in the city? Felt awfully small sitting next to this man. What was it about him? I never acted this way around anyone. “We don’t have many parks back home. Nature is so 2012,” I joked.

Wait… I joked? Since when do I do that?

He laughed. “What brings you here?”

“My best friend mostly. We come in a duo, but she’s much more of the spontaneous type. I tried my best to protest, promise,” I gave him a small smile.

His laugh faded and he stared at me once again with those piercing eyes. “Do you not find yourself exciting?”

My throat closed up. I didn’t know how to respond. I was never in a position to be fiery or spontaneous, I always left that up to Brandy. This man, this man brought out emotions in me that I don’t remember feeling.

He caught on to my hesitancy answering the question and spoke up. “Do you want to leave?”

I nodded and we made our way to the car in silence. He settled down in the driver’s seat and started up the ignition.

“Excitement isn’t dependable. It hurts when the party’s over.” I breathed out those words in a whisper.

It wasn’t too soft for him. His head turned to my direction and took me in. Really took me in. His eyes traveled from my legs, arms, chest and finally rested on my lips.

I’ve never seen a man so sexy. I’ve never seen a man so hungry.

He brought his lips down on mine, fast. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I kissed him back feverishly, as if my life depended on it. Biting, squeezing and tugging at his lips sent him into a craze. His fingers moved quick, unbuttoning my blouse and trailing kisses down my neck. He did everything so quick –but it wasn’t enough for me. I pulled his hands from kneading my tits and guided them between my legs.

He growled in response, practically ripping my shorts as he pulled them down. Everything about this man was insatiable, I realized as he smiled mischievously. He teased the moment out, pinching the inner of my thighs as he made his way to my pussy.

“Spread your legs,” he said –and boy if that voice couldn’t make me cum. His mouth still focused on my neck, he slipped two fingers inside me.

“Holy shi,” his eyes widened in surprise. “You’re dripping wet,” he went on and his voice strained as he struggled to keep his momentum. “You want this don’t you?”

I whimpered in need. Taking that as a yes, he increased his speed –faster and faster until I got close. Pulling myself back together, I willed myself back in the moment and stopped him.

“Not yet. Let me take care of you first,” I reached for the growing bulge in his pants.

He stopped me.  “Not yet. Let’s go into the regeneration container.”

In the park were a number of green shipping containers with wording in English and China ‘Regeneration DIY’.   What they were I had no idea, another strange thing in a strange can.  He led me to one and drew out a set of keys and opened the side double doorway and after we walked in closed it.  It was dark and I could just see his silhouette.

Everything was moving too fast, and I loved it. I pushed him down on a chair that was there and lunged at him once. Straddling him, I kissed him over and over again until the slickness between my legs got unbearable. I started to grind on him, bucking my legs against his hips –trying to get some sort of friction. He pulled on my hair and set me back so that he was on top of me. He maneuvered me till he was on top; and slowly but surely kissed up to my thighs.

Then his tongue teased my clit. I all but erupted in pleasure, as he lapped me up again and again –driving me insane. He held me down by the hips as he continued his pussy licking torture. Just when I was about to cum, he pulled back. I took that as a queue to reach for him once again, but he stopped me. “It’s about you tonight,” he winked.

He took off his jeans, throwing them to the floor. With that same hungry look that I couldn’t get enough off, he bent over to kiss me –and slowly slid into my wet heat. I groaned, biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming out. He pulled away and brought one hand over to choke me.

“Stop holding back. Let go.”

That was all the incentive I needed. I locked my legs around him and pulled him closer to me. He moaned, loudly this time and started to move faster. I screamed out in pleasure. All my life, all my relationships.

There was no man on earth who could fuck me like this.

I could tell he was close by how fast he kept getting. He fucked me mercilessly, as his hips got faster and faster and I felt my own orgasm building. With a cry of pleasure, I came hard. He followed suit, groaning into my shoulder.

After a few minutes of bliss, he rolled off. We looked at each other and laughed.

“So. How do you like Taiwan?”

—

The rest of the week went by in a blur.

Brandy and I made trips to the mall, parks (ehem) and even though she promised, Brandy dragged me to the National Palace museum in Taipei city. I didn’t care. I was so high from spending time with my stranger that I went through the entire week smiling from ear to ear.

Brandy noticed my demeanor when we were loading our stuff into the back of the Uber to head to the airport. “Why are you smiling so much?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “It was a good trip, what’s wrong with me being a little happy?” Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of brown hair in a window.

I never found out his name. Nor did I bother asking. He gave me something more than just good conversation. He gave me sex appeal. A new fire to see the world and explore.

Regardless, I really think I enjoy travelling now.  And this was not just another Taiwan erotic story!!!