A Hong Kong MILF

Niya Yu is not a Hong Kong MILF, she is an internet porn star but she is still looking great

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The thing about Hong Kong’s 141 girls is that you never really know what you are going to get. The faces on the website pictures are invariably pixelated out and you’ve no way of knowing, until you get there, if the photo shows someone who was five years younger than she is now.

This doesn’t worry me too much. I can appreciate a woman in her late thirties just as easily one in her late teens or early twenties, and for the most part I quite enjoy the surprise. Of course there are times when you just have to say “Oops I’m sorry, I think I pressed the wrong bell.”

A good many of the younger ones work for short periods to raise some fast cash then get out the business. A lot come in from mainland China on 4-week visitors permits. The older ones are almost always from the mainland and are career hookers.

Personally I like to seek out local Hong Kong girls because if I find one that I like there a decent chance I’ll be able to find her when I next pass through. Even if she’s no longer working the 141s there is always a possibility she’ll be willing to give me her mobile number.

But Hong Kong MILFs are a rare thing indeed. My favourite is still a year or two shy of thirty so to my mind doesn’t qualify for milfhood yet.

Well the other day I found myself way down the eastern end of Hong Kong island. I knew the whereabouts of some 141 places but I’d never visited them so after I’d done what I went out that way to do I decided to investigate.

It was down a quiet and forlorn little lane, the usual dingy old doorway. I climbed the narrow stairs to the first floor and found three rooms with a very civilised waiting area boasting table and chairs. I must admit I have reservations about waiting my turn, if I can’t walk straight in I’d rather walk away and try somewhere else. Still, I thought it was a nice touch.

I rang the first bell. The girl that opened would have been in her mid-thirties. big boned but not fat. Indeed, she looked quite fit. She was good looking though not beautiful, it was a round friendly face with an easy smile.

Showed me the price written on the mirror and asked if that was agreeable. I agreed and then I said “You’re a Hong Kong girl?” She smiled and asked how I could tell. “Because you speak with a Cantonese accent!” I told her. Mandarin speakers sound different.

We chatted for about twenty minutes before we even got our clothes off. It turned out that the family had sold it’s fresh produce market business. Most of the younger members had gone abroad and the parents wanted to retire. She wasn’t short of cash but she did want to build up a small pile that was beyond the purview of the family.

She was also a bit lonely since she’d divorced several years before and said that hooking allowed her a bit of fun without commitment. Plus she could study between customers. “You want to go back to college?” I asked. She said she just wanted to know more “stuff” at the moment.

“How long will you stay here?” I asked in the shower afterwards. She said maybe one or two more weeks. I asked if I could call when I passed through next time. She put her arms around me and gave me a hug. “When I go back to my normal life”, she said, “I stay in my normal life.”

Gotta respect that ain’t you. Sigh!