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Well, today’s was the day. I fucked the maid. It’d been coming for quite a while now. They say you should never sleep with the help, but this was inevitable. She wanted it. I wanted it. She got it.

It all started about four months ago. I’d taken on a large number of projects – two free-lance articles for an ‘in air’ magazine; a tech writing piece for a local software company; a made for TV screen play; and three movie scripts. I was busier than the proverbial bee. My housekeeping – not that it was ever good – was falling by the wayside and my live in girl friend, who didn’t do any house cleaning period, suggested I look into a maid service.

You know, they come in periodically and make a lot of noise then leave and miraculously your house is like new. I’d put off looking for one until the ‘live in’ said she’d move out if I didn’t so I put it off a little longer. Once she moved out, I looked in earnest. Earnest as in with vigor not as in the town of Earnest. I don’t even think they have maids there.

Anyway, I happened to pick up the local university’s student paper one day as I was walking to the Creative Writing class I teach and my eye passed over this ad for “Student House Maids.” Well, actually it was both eyes, but you know how the saying goes.

“Help students working their way through college.” The ad read. I chuckled inside. I knew that those “Student House Painters” and those “Student Movers” that you see advertised everywhere are usually a scam. Oh, they get the job done, but the closest any of those guys ever got to college was when they painted it or helped some geek move his furniture into it.

I made my way down to the college newspaper office and dropped in to chat with the publisher, who was an old friend. She was sitting behind a desk pilled high with years of detritus. She probably had the cure for cancer somewhere in there, but no one would find it until she passed away. She smoked those little brown cigars and had her window open in deference to the university’s no smoking policy. She hacked her greeting and indicated the one chair that didn’t have a facsimile of the leaning tower of Pisa on it.

We chatted for a while and she asked about my ‘live in’ and she smiled when I told her she’d moved out. She smiled because now she would make a play for her. I flinched at one point as I sat there because I saw one of those piles of papers move. It could have been gravity, but I swear something was alive under there. Probably one of those ‘Student Movers.’

I brought up the subject of maids and we talked about the possibility of a scam so she called in her advertising manager, who was a post grad student. The post grad took the paper from my hands and circled all the ads that she new had been purchased by individuals.

I thanked her and she pushed her glasses up further and smiled at me. She had a constant blink, which made her look like a myopic guppy since she also left her mouth open slackly at all times. I thanked her again and she frowned and left us. The publisher chortled. We shot the breeze some more and then I thanked her and left for home.

I called a few of the numbers that evening, but two were no longer working; one was a dormitory hall phone and it was impossible to find out who had put up the ad; there were a couple of no answers; and when someone finally did answer she told me she was solidly booked up.

I was about to give up, but decided on trying one more before shooting myself in the head. The phone rang twice and someone picked it up.

“Mushi, mushi,” a voice said.

It took me a moment to switch gears. I’d reached a Japanese household. I almost asked if they spoke English and realized I would be insulting the other person so I just launched into my inquiries. The woman told me that the girl who put in the ad was not at home at the moment, but if I left my number she would return my call.

I asked if she had any idea if she was open to new customers and the woman said she didn’t know. I thanked her and went in search of my gun. He-he, actually I just fixed myself a drink and sat amidst the filth.

I was sitting in front of this machine and slowly pecking away at one of the airline pieces, trying to describe the Greek Isles from memory when the phone rang. I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly eight. I walked over and checked the caller ID box, but didn’t recognize the number, although it did seem familiar. I realized then that it was the number I had called where the Japanese woman had answered.

“Hello!” I said jovially.

“Hello,” a young girl’s voice replied, “is this Mister Rawson, please.”

“Yes, this is Mister Lawson,” I told her.

“You call about clean house, yes?” She inquired.

I was starting to feel like I was taking part in the Mikado. I realized that you didn’t have to speak English to clean a house so I let the communication barrier slide. I made an appointment for her to come by the following day. She told me she had no classes in the afternoon and would come by at one. We said our good byes and I hung up. I thought no more of it.

I had actually forgotten the appointment and was busy working when I heard a loud knock at the front door. I frowned at the interruption and I stormed through the living room and swung open the door to confront whichever roaming ‘pain in the ass’ had deigned to disturb me.

I was prepared for a leaflet bearing Jehovah Witness, or a couple of young men with white shirts and name tags, but I was confronted by a young dark haired beauty, who took my breath away. I stood mouth agape, waiting for my brain to re-engage and she simply stared back at me with a look of consternation. She must have thought I was a lunatic. I finally swallowed and managed to eke out:

“Hello! Are you the maid?”

God, I felt like an idiot. She nodded her head quickly a couple of times and looked at me questioningly. I suppose she was wondering if we were going to conduct the interview on the front stoop with her staring at my belly button and me staring down at the top of her head.

My brain finally started functioning again and I invited her in. I saw her look around and then saw her breath a sigh of relief. I imagine she had pictured the horrors of a bachelor pad with clothes, newspapers, old pizza boxes, and smelly socks hanging from the chandelier, but the house was neat. It only needed a good dusting and vacuuming, plus the dishes had to be done, and the bathroom needed a good scrubbing, and the tile floors hadn’t been washed in a while, and the windows were filthy, and could she regrouted the chimney while she was at it?

I offered her a chair and felt like an idiot when I had to ask her to repeat what she’d said. It’s not that I didn’t understand her, it’s just that I was too busy looking her over. Now this is what every maid should look like.

She was in her early twenties, I think. She was Japanese. Her long lustrous black hair was full and hung down to her waist. She had those doe brown eyes and a full pouty mouth. She was narrow-waisted and had something a lot of Japanese women don’t have – an ass. It was nice and round. She also had a very large bust for a Japanese girl.

During my travels in Japan, I had noticed that the rule was a small bust, but she was sporting something in the range of a 38D or even E. I couldn’t tell because of the loose white men’s shirt she wore over a pair of stirrup pants. She had to be about five feet four or five inches tall. I was impressed.

“How often you need me come?” She asked in her broken English.

I need you to cum as often as possible my mind said, but it came out of my mouth as, “I guess about once a week.”

She nodded and pulled out a palm pilot. She poked and clicked for a second and then she looked up and said, “I come Wednesdays two o’clock?”

“Okay!” I answered. Somewhere in the back of my mind, someone was yelling ‘ask her about prices'; ‘ask her what she’s going to do’. But, my libido was in charge and it would agree to anything.

She smiled that brilliant white-toothed smile and stuck out her hand for me to shake. I took her soft hand in mine and shook it slowly. I didn’t want to let go. She smiled and tugged gently. I let go. I lead her to the door and held it open for her. She walked down the stairs and started to walk away.

“Wait,” I yelled, “what’s your name?”

“Kumiko,” she told me from a safe distance. She turned and disappeared around the corner of the house.

I finally breathed. I hadn’t realized that I hadn’t taken a breath in twenty minutes. It wasn’t until about an hour later that I realize what a fool I’d been. I’m glad it wasn’t my job to interview Supreme Court judges. I was peeved with myself and told myself that I wouldn’t be a blithering idiot the next time she came. I spent the rest of the evening straightening out the house. Tomorrow was Wednesday.

I was freshly showered and nattily attired when she knocked at exactly two the next day. She came in carrying a bucket filled with cleaning supplies and a change of clothes draped over her arm. She smiled and half bowed and I smiled and half bowed back. She was wearing a plaid skirt with a white blouse tucked into it. You can imagine the thoughts that that outfit fueled. The pleated skirt hid the shape of her ass, but the blouse did wonders for her bust.

I offered her something to drink, but she said she needed to get to work. From the way she said it, I understood what she meant was, ‘get the hell out of my way and stop fawning.’ I got out of the way and decided I should probably stop fawning. I told her I’d be working and she went into the bathroom and changed her clothes. She came out and my heart started beating faster. She had put on a pair of cut off blue jeans and a tee shirt, which she had gathered at the waist and knotted. Her hair was pulled back severely and tied into a long ponytail.

It was erection time. I’m not sure, but I think we both heard it as it rose up and slammed against the bottom of my desk. She asked about a vacuum cleaner and I was about to rise to show her where it was when I realized that if I did she’d probably react like they do in those old Godzilla movies. I pictured her holding a hand to her forehead and her lips moving out of sync with the words coming out.

“Oh my, God! What a monster!” Would be heard and her lips would move for a few seconds longer.

Not wanting to be the subject of B movie angst, I merely told her it was in the hall closet. She walked away and I reached down to rearrange myself.

I never realized how often I had to get up and look for something when I was working. I mean, who can work without a sharp pencil, especially using MS word. And a French/English dictionary. Who can write about the Greek Isles without one. I seemed to get thirsty quite often also. I should probably see if I’m diabetic! In all of my ups and downs I got to see Kumiko a lot.

She was working quite hard too and I was impressed. She had a sheen of sweat built up and soft tendrils of her hair had worked loose and were stuck to the sides of her forehead and cheeks. It took all of my will power not to reach out and move them aside. She would smile every time I went passed and her cheeks must have really gotten tired.

Speaking of cheeks, well, the cut offs she was wearing must have been too loose because she kept on having to tug them up and every time she did those marvelous globes would appear. Did I mention that those shorts were very, very short. Oh! Well they were. She almost gave me a hear attack when I went to the bathroom to see how she was doing and to offer her something cold to drink. She was bent over and reaching into the tub as she scrubbed away.

The shorts were pulled up and the bottom curves of her ass were sticking out, but the more provocative part was that I could make out wisps of pubic hair poking out around that narrow inch wide strip of material, which was the only thing separating me from getting a view of heaven.

Godzilla reared his ugly head again and my own pants became quite constraining. She readily accepted the offer of a cold drink and she sat on the edge of the tub and took a break. I leaned against the doorway and peppered her with questions.

She was from northern Japan. She was born and raised near Sapporo. Her father was a low level bureaucrat. She had won a scholarship to the local university and she’d been here about a year. She had just started her sophomore year. She was nineteen. My heart stopped. Luckily it started back up on its own and didn’t required anyone to jump up and down on my chest. She was living with an Asian-American family in Chinatown. She had a room to herself and shared the rest of the house. She wrinkled her nose and I could tell she wasn’t happy there. I pressed a little and she just shrugged and passed over it.

Her schoolwork was going fine. It had been rough at first because her English skills hadn’t been that good, but she’d taken night classes and it had improved. Her grades were moving up. She was studying international business. I’m amazed that I was able to keep up my end of the conversation, because a few moments after I started asking questions I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her shirt had been dampened by sweat and it had adhered somewhat to her body.

I could make out the large round discs of her aureole and the distended nubbins poking out the material were unmistakable. She rose up as she finished her drink and she stretched her arms up to loosen her back and those magnificent globes tried vainly to burst through the material.

I was in lust. On occasions like this, I would have headed for the bathroom, but since she was in there, it might have been a little awkward for me to whip out my cock and start stroking. I went into my bedroom instead and closed the door behind me. I lie on the bed and pulled out my rampaging cock. In a matter of moments, I had copious amounts of reproductive fluids trying to impregnate my shirt.

I changed shirts and went back to staring at the computer screen. She worked for four hours and then she magically appeared before me, wearing her school clothes once again. She said she hoped it was okay that she had used the shower and the audible thump was heard once again. I asked how much I owed her and was pleasantly surprised that I wouldn’t have to mortgage the house.

I wrote the check out to Kumiko Misawa and then showed her to the door. I know she saw the bulge in my pants because she blushed brightly when I stood up to show her out. We both stammered our good byes and she went walking away once again. I went back to my desk and sat there wondering if I could survive until next Wednesday.

The old lady at the registrar’s desk had a hard time understanding why a visiting instructor needed to see a student’s file, but she finally relented as I poured on the charm. I had told her that I’d been asked to help her with her English lessons and that I wanted to see what I was getting myself into.

Her transcripts indicated that she was slowly climbing from a ‘B’ average to an ‘A’. I memorized the address in the file and then thanked the old bitty and walked away. I turned the corner and quickly scribbled the address down before forgetting it.

I was sitting on a small wall surrounded by students and studying the address in my hand. I couldn’t decide if I actually wanted to do this or not. I felt like a stalker. I had thought of going to Chinatown and seeing if I could catch sight of my latest addiction.

“Hello, Mister Rawson,” a familiar voice said and I looked up to see Kumiko standing before me.

I quickly shoved the slip of paper into my pocket and tried not to look guilty.

“Hello, Kumiko,” I said with a lump in my throat, “how are you?”

“I am good,” she answered and that little voice said, ‘I’m sure you are.’

“Which class are you heading to now?” I asked her, trying to make innocent conversation.

“No class,” she answered innocently. “I am done for today, now I must go study. You have class today?”

“What? Oh, no. I was just visiting a friend. I was sitting here trying to decide where to eat lunch. Would you care to join me?”

I could tell she was taken aback by the offer. So much so that she couldn’t find an answer. I reached out for her book bag and she followed me as I led her to a local pizza shop. The shop was awash with students, but we were able to find an empty table in a corner. I asked her what she wanted and she only shrugged. I ordered for us and then sat back and tried to make idle conversation over the din. I asked her how she felt about living in the U.S. of A. and if she liked Seattle.

I was surprised to find out that in the year she had lived here she hadn’t had the chance to see any of the sights. I told her that that was a shame and that she would have to let me take her around on some weekend. She smiled and agreed weakly, but I felt it was only to be polite. She asked about my class and she seemed genuinely interested. I found out then that her English tutor had quit and gone on to a different college. She asked if I could recommend someone and a light went on over my head.

I asked if she would be willing to trade cleaning services for tutoring and I saw her hesitate. She told me she needed the money and could not afford that kind of deal. I sighed and made a big production out of relenting and then said that I would be willing to do it for free. She studied my face and I could see she was wondering why I was offering. Luckily the pizza arrived before she could come to the right conclusion that I was hot for her body. She ate lustily, tearing into the succulent pie. She smiled with streaks of sauce extending her painted lips and told me that it was delicious.

I made a comment about it seeming to be the first time she’d had pizza and was shocked when she said it was. We sat around nursing our Cokes until it became awkward and she said she had to go study. I paid the bill and walked her back to campus.

“When do you want me to come for lessons,” she asked me as we parted.

I was surprised that she had acquiesced and shrugged. I told her to decide when was best for her and to let me know. I asked if she had my number still and she said yes. I told her I was free most evenings except for Tuesdays and Thursdays when I gave my class. She smiled a farewell and I watched those hips sway away from me. I noticed quite a few young guys turn to watch her as she passed. That long black hair swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

I couldn’t wait to twine it between my fingers. I didn’t hear from her the rest of that week and over the weekend. I was coming out of my evening class on Tuesday when I found her standing outside the classroom. She smiled and I smiled back over the heads of a group of students who were gathered around me asking a bunch of inane questions. Everyone wanted to write a blockbuster script and they all thought I had the magic wand to allow them to do so. I made my way through the clutch and took her by the elbow.

“Quick!” I said so only she could hear. “Save me!”

She smiled and we walked quickly away.

“You are very popular teacher,” she said.

I merely shrugged. I hadn’t asked why she had been waiting and suddenly wondered if it was I she had come to see in the first place. She didn’t say anything and so I figured it was. We were halfway to my car before she spoke.

“I wanted to ask if we could do the English studying tomorrow after I do the cleaning?”

I glanced down at her inquiring face.

“Sure! That sounds like a good idea. You only want to do this once a week?”

She was taken aback by the question and she glanced down at the ground.

“I do not wish to impose upon you,” she said.

“Oh, please. Impose, impose,” I told her with a laugh, but she didn’t quite understand why I was saying that. I suppose flirting doesn’t translate that well either.

She arrived at two the next day with her bucket and change of clothing. She was wearing tight black chinos, a pale blue blouse and a silk bomber jacket. Her long hair was done up into two long braids, which flowed over the shelf of her chest. Didn’t this girl know what she was doing to the male population. The number of heart attacks in the Seattle area must have doubled since her arrival.

She went into the bathroom and changed into something a little more sedate than on the previous occasion. I almost asked what had happened to the cut offs, but bit my tongue instead. This time she wore dark blue sweat pants and a black tee shirt. I sat at my computer and let her get on with her work. I didn’t find as many excuses to wander around the house this time.

I guess I was already becoming jaded. Although, the lump in my pants gave evidence to the contrary. It only took her a couple of hours this time since she’d done all the catch up cleaning the week before. I saw her go into the bathroom and heard the shower come on. I went on line and looked for sites that sold those little miniature ‘peeping tom’ cameras. My fingers were poised over the keypad and I sighed as I chickened out and closed down the window. I was a wimp. I would have to find some other way to see her naked. I smiled as I thought of how nice the ‘other ways’ could be.

She came out a little while later and she smiled as she pulled out a writing tablet and sat across the desk from me. I had her tell me what the other tutor had been teaching her and she reached into her bag and brought and old English primer. I grimaced. I went to my bookshelf and took down an anthology of essays by a number of contemporary American writers. I told her we would use it in her studies. She frowned and looked through the book. She said there were no lessons in it. I told her that we would go about this a different way.

I had her start reading the first story and told her that when she didn’t understand a word, or a sentence construction, or anything else to stop and we would discuss it. We hacked away at the English language for a couple of hours and her note pad quickly filled with scribbling. I could see her rocking her neck back and forth a couple of times and I realized it was stiff and that she was probably getting tired. I made a comment about her neck being stiff and she nodded yes.

I had been sitting on the windowsill and looking outside as she struggled through a lengthy essay on racism. I stood and walked over to stand behind her. She jerked slightly as my hands settled on her shoulders. I realized I should have asked first, but I figured in for a penny, in for a pound. I started working the corded muscles along her shoulders and neck.

I felt her loosen up under my fingers and she would let out little moans of pleasure every now and then. I went at it for a good ten minutes and decided she’d had enough. She was very enthusiastic in her thanks. I shrugged it off and told her it was nothing. She said that a Japanese man would never had done that. I apologized for being forward and she said it was quite all right that she had enjoyed it immensely. She looked at her watch then and said she had to leave because the last bus would be coming by soon.

I frowned because the nearest bus line was about ten blocks away. I asked if she’d been riding the bus every time she came over and she said yes. I told her I couldn’t have her walking all that way every time and a look of loss came into her eyes. I think she thought that she was being fired. I said that I would give her a ride and she insisted that it wasn’t necessary, but I finally won out.

I asked her to stay for a late supper and she grudgingly accepted. I made some smoked turkey sandwiches and offered her a beer. She smiled sheepishly as she accepted. I think it may have been her first beer. We ate and chatted. She told me that she wouldn’t have gotten anything to eat otherwise because the family she was staying with was very strict about when meals were to be taken.

I said I was glad she had stayed then. I drove her to her home and we made arrangements to get together on Friday for another tutoring class. I had her take the book with her and told her to finish the essay we had begun. I watched as she practically skipped up the steps to the front door and then as she turned and waved good-bye.

Friday didn’t come soon enough. She arrived at the door wearing a burgundy leather skirt and a red blouse. She wore more make-up than she normally did, but I wasn’t complaining. She looked good enough to eat. I led her into the living room and ensconced her on the sofa. She pulled out her note pad and we started in on the lesson. She had a lot of questions about what she had read and some of them were philosophical as well as grammatical.

She was feeling a lot more comfortable around me and I could tell by the way she held herself and how she opened up verbally. I offered her a beer after a while, but she crinkled her nose and said she hadn’t really liked the last one. I went into the fridge and found and open bottle of fruit wine and brought out two glasses. She sipped it and her eyes sparkled a the taste.

We talked some more about her ambitions and her goals. Before we knew it we’d been conversing for a couple of hours. She said we should get back to the lesson and I told her that we had been studying; that conversation was the best thing for her. She thought about that and she finally nodded.

I invited her to dinner again and she readily accepted, but she insisted on helping with the cooking. I took out items to stir-fry and she busied herself chopping them up. The kitchen was big enough for two, but I made it a point to be close to her. The wine had gone to her head and she giggled as I poached slices of vegetables from the cutting board. I turned on the radio to an oldies station and soon we were both swaying to music from the sixties and seventies.

At one point I move up next to her and bumped her hips with mine. She giggled and the next time she returned the bump. The song ended and she broke into laughter. I refreshed her wine and she took a big sip. I had put aside my nefarious intentions and was only having a good time. I peered over her shoulder at one point to see how she was doing and she turned to look at me.

Our lips were only a few inches apart and I was surprised when she leaned into me and gave me a small peck. She gasped at her forwardness and she quickly started apologizing for her actions. It took a minute to calm her down and we almost lost supper. She was extremely embarrassed and I spent a lot of time telling her not to be. I said it was the wine and she nodded. My cock yearned for more, but I told it, it would have to wait.

Our friendship blossomed after that. She was religious in coming to my house on Wednesdays and Fridays. I took her out one night and we went to a nice restaurant. She wore a long black clingy dress that plunged down the front and her hair was piled into a shiny puddle on top of her head with long tendrils hanging loose on both sides of her face. She wore dark red lipstick that emphasized the lushness of her mouth and her eye make up was flawless. She turned a number of heads. I saw a few people that I knew and they all insisted on being introduced.

I neglected to tell them she was a student and only used her name. A couple of the men winked at me when their wives or Kumiko weren’t looking. She bore herself elegantly the entire evening. I took her to the shore and we watched the moon parade across the night sky and listened to the raucous gulls screeching out their plight. I took her home and was surprised when she melted into my arms as I kissed her good night. I walked away with a pronounced bulge in my pants and the waxy taste of lipstick on my mouth. I looked back, but she had already gone into the house.

I day dreamed about her over the weekend and couldn’t wait until Wednesday. I was surprised on Tuesday when I once again found her standing outside my classroom. She took my arm without prompting and walked out with me. I asked what had prompted her visit and she gave me a strange look and shrugged. She asked if we could go somewhere for coffee. She had succumbed to the ways of Seattle. We headed for a nearby Starbucks. We got our drinks and ensconced ourselves at one of the small wrought iron tables along the sidewalk. I could tell she wanted to say something, but that she didn’t know how to go about it.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her. I had a feeling she wanted to talk about the dinner and the kiss afterwards. Perhaps I had been wrong in embracing her.

“I think we must stop seeing each other,” she finally said.

I was stunned. It wasn’t what I had expected.

“What do you mean?” I asked her. I was hoping she simply meant that we shouldn’t go out on any more dates, but it was worse than that.

“I do not think I should see you again,” she said.

“You mean you’re not going to come back and clean or take any more lessons?” I asked in wonder.

“Yes, no more cleaning. No more lessons,” she said. The way she said ‘lesson’ indicated she knew what I had been up to. My seduction was laid out between us.

“Why?” I asked and was surprised at the loss in my voice.

She looked at me and she shook her head. Her lips were tightly pressed and I saw a tear from in the corner of her right eye. She couldn’t answer the question without breaking down. I realized then that she had been forming an emotional attachment. She stood up before I could say anything and she quickly walked away. I watched her retreating back and sighed.

“Whoa! Bummer, dude. She was hot.”

I turned to see one of the baristas that had come out to clean up the tables. He had caught part of the conversation. I felt like smacking him in the face and I guess it showed because he quickly made himself scarce. I left my undrunk cup of java and wandered over to my car. I was depressed. I hadn’t even had a chance to plead my case. I took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. I told myself I was a fool. She was only nineteen and I was closer to forty than thirty. I went home and moped around. I fended off a call from my agent who wanted to complain about one of the scripts being late and I sat at my computer and pecked away.

Wednesday came and went and there was no Kumiko. I thought about dusting and vacuuming, but quickly put the thought aside. I looked for her on campus on Thursday, but didn’t see her.

Friday passed and she didn’t come then either. The weekend turned into one long sleepless work fest as I tried to catch up on my work. It was lame at best, but still good enough to get paid for. I moped around on Monday and searched for her face among the crowd of students on Tuesday. I thought I saw her a hundred times, but it was always another oriental girl. I never realized how many we had on campus. It was as though they were mocking me. M

y neck grew stiff from whipping side to side. My class was dull and none of the students stayed after to pester me with questions. I shuffled along to my car and told myself to stop being an idiot. I went home and called a friend and asked if she wanted to go out for some late night drinks. She reminded me that she was married and I apologized and hung up. Sheesh! Talk about a bummer. Now I was really depressed.

I was working on my third beer and watching the Mariners beat the crap out of Oakland on Wednesday when I heard a gentle tapping at my door. I looked at the clock and saw that it was after nine. I couldn’t imagine who it could be. I opened the door and found a teary eyed Kumiko standing there looking up at me. I just stood there for the longest time and stared back.

She made the first move and came up the last steps and I backed out of the way. I closed the door and turned to find her jumping into my arms. Her full lips smashed against mine and I felt the heat as her body molded against mine. Our mouths settled into a comfortable position and we held the embrace for a long, long time. It went from passionate to sensual as her tongue pressed against my teeth. I opened my mouth and let her slide it in. I brushed my tongue against hers and felt the tingle that it brings. She moaned loudly.

My arms pulled her into me even more tightly and my right hand wandered up and down her back and cupped a rounded butt cheek. She was adamant about her tongue sucking and I thought I was going to lose all feeling in that organ. I also wondered if she was ever going to let me breath again. She pulled away suddenly and looked up at me with tear-reddened eyes.

“I miss you,” she said.

“You mean, ‘I missed you’,” I said correcting her.

That’s me, always the consummate teacher. She didn’t miss me with her fist though as she jabbed me in the stomach. I clutched my gut and smiled. She went from sullen pout to childish grin. I pulled her back into my arms and hugged her tightly. My head rested on top of hers and I could smell the jasmine rising up from her hair. We stayed like that for a long, long time.

I let her go finally and reached for her hand. I tugged her along and we headed for the bedroom. She hesitated slightly as we reached the doorway, but then I saw a determination cross her eyes and she boldly stepped into the room. She reached for the belt hanging loosely at the waist, but I stopped her. She frowned at me and then surrendered herself to another kiss. I moved us towards the bed and we fell onto it. We kissed and hugged and our hands roamed over our clothed bodies.

She gasped as she felt the belt slide from around her waist. I unbuttoned the pants and un-bloused her shirt. She wore a man’s shirt again and I unbuttoned it from the bottom. I pushed the blouse off of her shoulders and revealed a lacy lime green bustier. I kissed her neck and shoulders and she moaned her pleasure.

I heard a light thump as one of her shoes fell to the floor and it was followed by a second. I looked down and helped her push her jeans down over her curvaceous ass. They bunched at her knees and I got up on my knees to pull them off by the cuffs. They slid off with an audible hiss. Young girls and their tight pants!

I looked down at her from my vantage point. The lacy panties matched the bustier and were cut high on her thighs. I resisted the urge to turn her over so that I could see if they were a thong. I pulled on one of the shirtsleeves and she rolled slightly and pulled her arm out. I pulled on the other sleeve and the shirt slid out from under her and joined the rest of her clothing on the floor. She lie there and looked up at me.

Her hair spread out behind her and framed her face. The heavy globes of her breasts bulged out the top of the bustier like twin ice cream cones. I pulled off my sports tee and unbuttoned my pants. She watched me and didn’t move a muscle. I slid off the bed and pushed my pants down and then kicked them away. I climbed back onto the bed and snuggled up next to her. She rolled into me and our faces were only inches apart. Her eyes moved from side to side as she looked into mine. I draped an arm around her waist and I felt her muscles tighten. She was apprehensive about this, but apparently willing to go further. I began to wonder if she was a virgin.

Actually, I began to worry that she was. I didn’t know if I could go through with this if she was. She brought her arm around me and smiled. She moved into me and we melded together once again. Her lips sought out mine and once again we began making out. I ran my fingers through her incredible long hair and relished the silky feeling. My lips moved from her mouth and I peppered her entire face with quick little kisses. She arched her neck up as I moved down passed her jaw and started kissing her neck. She moaned as I worked around and nibbled on one of her earlobes.

I almost jumped as I felt a hand go between us and as it brushed against my hardened cock. She pulled back and looked into my eyes again. She looked to see if she’d done something wrong. I smiled and went back to kissing every inch of her body. I moved my mouth down the soft contour of her neck and out to her shoulder. Her hand was busy rubbing against my jockey’s clad penis and it felt pretty good. My mouth moved down onto her chest and I kissed the bulging globe of a breast as I brought my fingers to bear on the million little hooks that held the bustier together.

I started from the top and worked my way down. Her large breasts forced the bustier open wider and wider as I slowly freed them from their enclosure. I reached the last hook and looked up at her. Her eyes were wide and she looked like she was holding her breath. I released the hook and the bustier fell open. She let out a sigh.

Her breasts were large and fleshy and bulged out to the sides. She had a spray of freckles at the top of her cleavage and a small number of moles like a star chart adorned the underside of her right breast. The aureole were immense and a cinnamon color. The nipples weren’t engorged yet, but they were very fat and a darker brown. I leaned forward and sucked one into my mouth. I felt her body jerk and heard her whisper something in Japanese.

The little nubbin quickly became turgid under my assault and she placed her hands on top of my head and held them loosely there. I moved over to the other breast and left a trail of saliva to mark my path. She sucked in a breath again as I sucked in the other nipple. It was already swollen up and I gently nibbled on it.

She was moaning quietly as I nursed on her breasts. I licked and kissed all around the large fleshy globes. I loved her taste. The slightly salty tang in the crease at the bottom of each breast. I moved back up to her mouth and she kissed me hard and passionately. She had apparently enjoyed it very much. My right hand gently kneaded her left breast and nipple as we kissed and she moaned into my mouth.

My right hand released its prize and it slowly moved down her left side, passed the narrow band that was her panties, and along the long silky smooth outside of her thigh. She sucked in a breath as my hand moved to the inside of her leg and slowly moved up to her crotch. I could feel her abs bunch under me as she anticipated my touching her, but my hand suddenly veered away and moved back up to fondle her breast once again.

I felt her body deflate under me and I chuckled into her mouth. I pulled away and she gave me a little pout. I brought my lips down to her breasts again and repeated my assault on her nipples. This time, I continued on down to her stomach and kissed every inch along the way. I delved into her shallow belly button and she giggled slightly. My mouth moved down and I kissed my way to where her panties met her stomach.

I knelt up again and put the fingers of both hands under the waistband. She had that lusty bedroom eyes look as I tugged on the tight garment. She raised her butt off the bed and I pulled a little harder. The panties rolled down onto themselves and I watched as her dark pubic hair appeared. She had trimmed it somewhat, but it was still a very dark and dense patch. I worked the panties down her thighs with some difficulty and then they came loose as I passed her knees and I whipped them off and dropped them onto the floor.

She was totally naked now as I stared down at her delicious body. She suddenly felt self conscious as I looked down on her and she placed a hand on top of her pudendum and an arm across her large breasts. I smiled and reached down to pull them away. She fought me for a second and then relented.

She turned her face into the pillow as she let me study her body. I reached out with my right hand and rubbed the ends of my fingers along the inside of her calf. I saw the muscles ripple in reflex and I leant down and replaced my hand with my lips. I moved up slowly and bent her knee as I kissed the back of it.

She trembled as I hit one of her erogenous zones and I continued to lightly tease the inside of her left knee. I moved to her right leg and repeated the act. Her legs were slightly spread now and I looked at her cunt. The outer labia were dark and had puffed out to reveal a coral colored interior. Juices glistened along the slit. I worked my way up the inside of her left thigh and then quickly passed by her cunt to work my way down her right thigh. She groaned at my teasing.

My hands caressed the outside of her thighs and then I slid them under her ass cheeks and squeezed lightly. I moved forward and gently blew on her cunt. She moaned loudly. I stuck out my tongue and moved it lightly from the bottom of the slit to the top. She arched her back and tried to push her cunt into my face. I pulled back and she struggled in vain. I waited for her to relax and then I did it again. She said something in Japanese again and arched her back once more. I felt her ass cheeks flex in my hands and I squeezed.

“Please,” I heard her whisper and I stopped my teasing.

I pressed my tongue into her vulva and it slipped in between her outer lips. She gasped as I lapped at the opening and the fragrant juices pooled there. My tongue movements slowly moved higher and higher and her ass muscles were constantly clutching and releasing now.

I finally brushed against her clitoris and I heard her breath choke in her throat. She gasped loudly and I felt her thighs quiver. Her abs bulged and she severely arched her back. I think only her heels and the top of her head still touched the bed. It was an intense orgasm. I continued to press my tongue against the sensitive little button and waited for her to descend from her orgasmic peak. Her body jerked several more times before she quietly sighed and relaxed.

I went back to licking along the groove of her cunt and pushed my tongue into her as though it were a large fleshy cock. I stayed away from her clit for a while as I continued my oral ministrations. She seemed to enjoy it and she ground her ass in a small circle. I moved my tongue back up and I felt her tense once again. She didn’t explode this time as I circled her love button, but she remained tense. I sucked it into my mouth and nibbled and licked it and she moaned loudly. I drubbed the little guy and her body jerked in time.

I heard her breath start to quicken and then she reached down and twined her hands in my hair as she sucked in another raspy breath and her body went through the motions once again. I thought she was going to rip my hair out, but she relented after a while. I pulled away from her groin then and looked up into her wide staring eyes.

I wiped my chin on the sheet and moved up to lie on her. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I kissed her and she reached between us and pushed on the waistband to my shorts. I rolled off and she rolled over and came up onto her knees. Her large breasts stuck out away from her chest and they didn’t sag as much as I had expected. She worked at my underwear and it was my turn to lift my butt. She stopped tugging as my engorged cock popped into view. She reached out tentatively and slid the back of her fingers along the underside of the shaft.

“Ookii, des yo!” She mumbled to herself.

I knew what that meant. She had just said, “That’s big!”

I imagine she had seen few cocks in her youthful innocence and allowed her the hyperbole.

She finished tugging my shorts off and she dropped them on top of the rest of our jumbled clothing. She turned her attention back to my cock and she slowly and gently placed her hand around it. I sucked in a breath and my cock jerked in her hand. She looked up at me quickly to see if she’d done something wrong, but the look on my face explained it all.

She slowly moved her hand up and down and studied her actions. She reached out with her other hand and grasped my scrotum. I sighed at the delicate touch. She continued to stroke up and down and fondled my balls gently. I don’t know how versed she was in the art of fucking, but she was doing pretty damn well. I watched as she tossed her head and as her long lustrous hair swung over to one side. She looked me in the eyes and slowly lowered her body.

I watched intensely as her mouth approached my cock. Her mouth opened when she was still several inches from my cock and I closed my eyes in anticipation. I opened my eyes after a few moments when I realized she hadn’t taken me into her mouth and found her grinning up at me. She was paying me back. I chuckled and my cock bobbed in her hand. She quickly swooped down and wrapped her swollen lips around the head of my cock. I practically swooned. I felt stars burst behind my eyes and my breathing became rapid.

She started moving her mouth up and down and her hand followed along. It was an exquisite feeling and I didn’t know how much I could take of it. Her long black hair dangled down and brushed gently along the inside of my thighs and it was extremely erotic.

She realized that I was moaning in time with the motion of her hair and not her sucking, so she stopped sucking and I looked up as she shook her head. Her hair cascaded down passed her head and flowed along the contours of my groin and waist. She slowly moved her head back and forth and I felt the gentle caress of her silky tresses as they caressed my lower body. I was in heaven. I’d never felt something so arousing. She moved her head in a circle and strands of hair wrapped around my turgid member.

She tugged slowly and the silken strands pulled up and off of my cock in a sensory feast that caused my eyes to flutter. I closed my eyes and arched my neck as she continued to tease me. I suddenly felt the hot moist cavern of her mouth engulf me again and I moaned. She took her time as she sucked and licked and teased me mercilessly.

My cock throbbed and pulsed. It waved about like a battery-operated phallus. I knew that when I came it would be earth shattering. She plunged back down then and took a lot of me into her mouth. She bobbed up and down and sucked ravenously. She was like a child trying to get the last of the yogurt out of one of those travel packs. I felt a surge in my balls and I whispered that I was coming. She only increased her sucking and I exploded with the intensity of a small volcano.

My muscles reacted so strongly that they almost pulled me into a sitting position. Explosions were happening inside my head and I couldn’t pull my eyelids up. My legs shook and quivered and the muscles along my spine tightened and pulled my head back. I let out a long low wail.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I heard myself utter involuntarily.

My breath started coming out in short gasps as though I were running a long distance. My body finally came back under my control and I fell back onto the bed. My eyes snapped open and I looked up to find a smiling Kumiko staring down at me.

“I did good?” She asked innocently and I barked out a laugh.

I pulled her down onto me and kissed her sticky lips. I felt the heat as her large breasts pressed into me. I tasted myself on her tongue. Her hand reached down and she fondled my flaccid penis. We stayed like that for a long time; sharing small kisses. I ran my hands through her hair. It was like another sexual organ. She smile and closed her eyes as my hand caressed the back of her neck. Her hand never left my cock and as we kissed and caressed each other it slowly stirred back to life.

“Ummmmmmmm!” She mumbled into my mouth as we kissed and she stroked me hard again.

She threw a leg over mine and sat up straddling my thighs. I looked at her as she sat there. She was the picture all men envision in their sexual dreams. Long hair falling around her shoulders in wild abandon; large pendulous breasts with large dark aureole and fat turgid nipples; a very slender waist and long slender legs holding her up. She moved up and poised herself over my cock.

I held my breath as I anticipated penetrating her body. She held my cock and moved it back and forth along her slit as she teased herself with it. She rubbed it hard against her clit and her breathing started to change. She pushed down onto my cock and it laid flat along my stomach. She slid her cunt lips and clitoris along its length without putting me into her. She was arousing herself and allowing the lubricating juices to build inside her tight young cunt.

I laid back and enjoyed the sensation, especially when her labia flowered around my cock head. She continued this for a minute or so and then she rose up on one leg and aimed me at her entrance. I felt my cock head press against her, but it did not enter. She tossed her head back and I saw her chewing on her bottom lip as she concentrated at the task in hand.

Suddenly I felt something give and my cock head slowly slid into something hot, tight, and silky. She sighed as she achieved her goal and released her swollen lower lip. She smiled at me as she slowly pushed herself down onto my cock. She was so tight, I could feel every crease and ridge of her channel.

“Oooowwwnn!” She groaned as I felt my cock head hit her cervix. I still had a couple of inches sticking out of her. She held on to the base of my cock as she slowly reversed her motion and I slid slowly out. She stopped before I popped all the way out and then she pushed down harder. I slipped a little further in this time and wondered how she did that. She moved her hips back and forth as though she was trying to find more room. She slid back up slowly and then pushed back down. She had to push and hold on to my cock because she was so tight it only bent my cock sideways if she didn’t.

I let her go about her task and I enjoyed the feeling of her labors. She repeated the in and out motions several more times and I could feel her loosening a little. My cock became totally coated with her juices and it began to slide in a little easier each time. I watched and could see the inner labia stretch out every time she slid up. I felt like I was stuck in a vacuum and that I would never get my cock out of there. She leaned forward suddenly and placed her hands on my chest as she moved up and down on my cock without the help of her hands.

Her arms squeezed her breasts together and made them look even larger. I reached up and fondled the creamy orbs as they swung back and forth above me. She slowly lowered herself until I could take one into my mouth and I sucked and nibbled on the nipple. She pulled her breast out of my mouth and she leaned down to kiss me. Her hair cascaded around our faces and blocked out all light. Her groin was beating a steady tattoo against mine now and I was in heaven. Our tongues twirled and she sucked it into her mouth again.

She pulled away and sat up again. Her hips moved up and down and back and forth. She was very good at this. Her eyes were closed as she centered on the pleasure in her body. Her hands were hard and heavy as they pressed into my chest. She made short sharp sounds in her throat and I thought she was about to cum, but she didn’t. She leaned forward again and brought the other breast to my mouth. I fondled both of them as I sucked on the swollen teat.

She started making louder “huhn, huhn” sounds as her pelvis drove harder onto my cock. Suddenly, one of the sounds stuck in her throat and she mewed loudly. Her upper body shook as though she was being electrocuted. Her hands moved about my chest as though she couldn’t decide where to put them. Her thighs squeezed my legs painfully. Her cunt throbbed around my cock and it started clutching it in a milking motion. I could feel my own cum start on its short journey from my balls.

“God damn!” I uttered as my back arched and my cum sprayed the insides of her cunt.

She groaned loudly as she felt me cum inside her and she moved her hips erratically as she tried to make some fucking motions in the midst of her orgasm. I held on to her waist and pushed myself up into her. She stopped trying to bounce up and down and let our orgasms couple. Our bodies seemed to collapse at the same time. I fell back onto the bed and she collapsed onto me. Her legs shot out as she straightened them along side mine.

I could feel my cock become flaccid and her tight cunt squeezed it out of her body. I felt my sticky, slimy cock fall onto my thigh and new it would stick there. I felt my body cool as the sweat evaporated and Kumiko shivered slightly. I pushed her off of me and reached down to pull up the comforter.

Kumiko snuggled into the crook of my arm and took a moment to rearrange her hair. I lie back and sighed in pleasure. My mind was a blank. I thought of nothing. My eyelids became heavy and the last thing I remember was the soft susurration of Kumiko’s quiet snores.

I awoke at first light and it took me a moment to orient myself. I suddenly remembered what had happened the previous evening and I glanced over at Kumiko. Her eyes were open and she was studying my face. We looked at each other and studied one the other to see if either of us felt remorse or guilt. She smiled as she realized everything was okay and moved up to rest on my chest. Those magnificent breast squashed against my chest and made my cock stir. She felt it rub against her thigh and she looked down at it and then looked back up with a grin. She rolled onto her back and said something in Japanese.

“What?” I inquired.

“I will have to teach you Japanese, Robert,” She said.

I chuckled and ask her once again what she’d said.

“I said, ‘it is your turn to do all the work’,” She answered and grinned at me as she spread her legs open.

I climbed atop of her and she suddenly placed her hands on my chest and stopped me. I looked down at her and frowned a question. She looked up at me and her face took on a serious mien.

“I love you, Robert,” she whispered, and I realized she was waiting for me to say something.

I knew she would accept whatever I had to say. I searched for my feelings and realized that my heart felt as though it had doubled in size when she said she loved me. I smiled in amazement.

“I love you too,” I said and bent down to kiss her smiling mouth.



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