Asian Girl Story (Nude Story)

Story Of Asian Beauty (Nude Story)


January 25th, New York City

The Clock struck 10 PM; the lights of the club lit up the dance floor, pulsating to the rhythm of the music, and the crowd danced uncontrollably. The perfume filled air with a sweet scent.


Sarah, a 28-year-old Asian girl wearing an Elegant Ball-Gown, danced with elegant steps. Her long curly black hair swayed above her back, and the bold red color of her makeup accentuated her features, her green eyes sparkling from the flashing lights. But her thoughts were elsewhere as she gazed at herself in the mirror, part of the club's rail. She was thinking, "Why am I dressing like this? I always wear simple clothes, simple jewelry. Why tonight is different?"



She took her hands and gently touched the small pearl necklace around her neck. She had obtained it from her grandmother yesterday, who had passed it down to her. There was a note attached. Her heart beat faster as she felt a strange sensation. That was the day she went to the club, forgetting the simple clothes and getting ready to go out wearing her grandmother's pearl necklace. The note read "Put it on tonight because he will come tonight."


Now she was dancing, admiring her reflection in the mirror, and thinking to herself, "Who was it that my grandmother believed would come tonight? Has it been so long ago since I last saw the person? I don't even remember his face but my grandmother believed he will come tonight."


As if her thoughts had been influenced by her grandmother's Pearl Necklace, she felt drawn to a man standing beside her. He was talking to another girl, the two laughing and smiling with each other. Sarah glances at him, hoping that he would notice her. The man turned towards her, and their eyes met. Sarah felt something in her heart, maybe a connection, maybe memories of a past life that she had forgotten.


"What was your name?" Sarah's voice was barely audible amidst the music. The man in front of her turned toward her, and she finally saw his face. A man in his mid 30s with a distinct scar on his left eye.



"I'm Alex," his voice was deep and very clear.


"Sarah. It's nice to meet you," Sarah replied in a slightly louder voice but still not loud enough for anyone else to hear above the music.


Alex caught Sarah's hand, smiling, and they walked hand in hand towards the floor, leaving the other couple behind. They danced along with the music, at times losing themselves in it but at times looking into each other's eyes, deeply in love.


As if they had known each other for years, they said their goodbyes early in the morning, ready to see each other the next day. Sarah leaned her head on Alex's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat. She knew the reason she had worn that dress and the pearl necklace tonight was because of the love she had for her grandmother, who had helped her find the love that she had been searching for all her life.


Months passed,





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