Konichiwa

I work for a big airline on the west coast. As an employee, I can travel where most people dream of. In principle, I fly for free and pay only the taxes that a normal passenger would pay. Sounds great, except you still have your livelihood in a faraway country and our wages are low. Not that I complain, but we have to be careful in our planning, despite the large amount we have. So I wanted to stay with my friend Yuko in Japan.

Yuko came to visit us last summer as part of an exchange program. She stayed in my room for a month sleeping in the hole. I work at night so it wasn’t such an inconvenience to me. And by the way, Yuko was very nice. We became good friends when she was with us. We swore that one day we’d get back together and that was now.

She met me at the airport with her father. Hoshido is an athletic-built widower in his early 1940s. Yuko’s mother died six years ago of leukemia. It was a long distance from the airport to the small house in the suburb of Tokyo, but I found the trip exciting and full of wonder, despite the long flight of North America.

On her return from North America Yuko had taken a job as a clerk in a large shipping company. Hoshido worked for Panasonic. This left me mostly alone. I didn’t see them until they came home at night. One morning I woke up and thought I was alone, walked through the house alone dressed in my t-shirt and panties. When I reached the bathroom, the door opened and I came face to face with a slightly shocked Hoshido. When I closed the door, I saw him looking at my ass. I wish I’d worn a longer T-shirt.

When I got out of the bathroom, Hoshido was waiting for me. He was naked and stroked a surprisingly big dick. He took two steps forward and grabbed me by the shoulders, forced me to my knees. It didn’t take much compulsion, I have to admit. He brushed the hair away from my face and moved forward, illuminating his stiff penis in my open mouth. He held my face in his hands and tried to punch his dick in my throat. With his dick in one hand and his balls in the other, I could slow him down and blow him. My tongue followed along the bottom of his member as my lips slipped over his length. I felt him tense so I could stab my head faster and suck him harder. When he started coming, he tried to force me to keep him in my mouth, but I squeezed his shaft and balls hard. I pulled it out of my mouth and released the pressure on his dick so he could shoot my chin and T-shirt.

When he was up, I pulled him to the floor and forced him on his back. I slowly drew the cum stained T-shirt over my head, my little boobs and erectile nipples exposed. After first wiping his slippery penis with my now soiled shirt, I took it back in my mouth, licking it and sucking it for erection.

I pulled the cross off my panties on one side, and I could take it in me by squatting over his groin. His hands tore my breasts, his fingers pinch and twist my nipples, too hard for my taste, as I swung back and forth on his shaft. leaning forward, I began to bounce up and down on his dick, adding length to his stroke. His hands grabbed my ass when I hit his pelvis. His eyes were closed and I felt the undeniable urgency of his orgasm. When he started losing control, I did. I held his dick in my hand and looked as jet after jet of sperm merged into my palm. His mouth was in exhaustion. I quickly wiped my hand over his open mouth, his own seed smearing his lips and tongue. His eyes burst with surprise.