1 comments/ 36633 views/ 3 favorites Naoko: Friday By: eatoure A small woman who goes after what she needs over the weekend in Tokyo. * Things you need to know before reading this story: 1) It is long. 2) Lucian thinks that Naoko's name is Masumi. 3) The point of view goes back and forth between them. 4) It does not have a happy ending. Naoko sat alone and small at the bar of the Hildebrand International Shinagawa City hotel, looking behind her at the ultramodern space divided into not-so-cozy seating areas by frosted aquamarine glass panels. She thought, maybe I got my timing wrong, coming here after work. Maybe this place is deserted on weekends. Shinagawa is a business district and this is a businessman's hotel. Nobody comes to Shinagawa on a weekend. Everyone wants to get out of Tokyo, not go to office building complexes. She was exasperated with herself for not thinking this through and she was probably right, at least under normal circumstances. My plan was a stupid one, she thought. I'll go back to the office and sleep tonight on that cot they keep in the room where the sarariman work all night to put together proposals by close of business in Dubai. Then tomorrow I'll take the train home to Higashi. Her parents thought she was spending the weekend with Tadashi, her on-and-off boyfriend, but she'd just tell them they decided to cut it short. Things were not working out as she had planned, she thought. Not in anything. She would have felt better if her feet had touched the floor but the bar stool was much too high for her. No bar in Tokyo is deserted for long, least of all the beginning of a weekend. A nice-looking older Western man in a suit walked into the bar, looking glum. He sat at the bar, looking straight ahead. He did not see Naoko when he walked in because she was tiny and off to the side. He wanted to go home now but he had to spend another weekend in Tokyo. Damn engineers, he thought. They design these things so fancy and then when they break they yell at us because we can't fix it without funny-looking parts or tools and then they don't want to spend the money to keep a kit where their clients are. They spend more shipping our stuff around the world "overnight" and making us wait. If the Japanese -- the techies of the universe -- cannot fix their stuff themselves why does Chicago think my team can do it in a couple days without a test kit? Lucian Comeaga ordered a martini. Five or six years ago he had rediscovered the pleasures of this 1950's drink and when he wanted to get his mind off work a nice martini was a good way to relax. Not to get smashed mind you but.... to unwind. He knew of this little martini bar in Roppongi but it was too far away, so he took his chances at the hotel bar here. Japanese don't order martinis, he thought to himself, but in all the years he had been coming here as a road warrior he never developed a taste for sake. As he glanced around the room he noticed another martini. This was very unusual. That it was standing on the bar, next to a small purse with a long, thin neckstrap, in front of a tiny young woman in a dark blue dress was even more unusual. In all the times he had been coming to Tokyo, he had never seen a Japanese woman at a bar, alone, nursing a drink. And the drink happened to be a martini. What's more, she was being very careful not to look at him. Lucian was not normally very assertive but this whole scene was so unusual. The little woman was not in the slightest threatening and the familiarity of the martini glass gave him the confidence of familiarity. Smiling more confidently than he felt, he moved over two seats, leaving a seat empty between them. "You like martinis?" he said. "Most Japanese people don't." The young woman looked up at him with a terror-stricken expression on her tiny, triangular face and blushed deep red over her face and neck and even down to the neckline of her dress. "I like martini be-cause it is like movie!" she said with a sprightly insouciance in her voice that her blush visibly contradicted. Lucian struggled to say something else. "Yes, I like martinis very much. I am trying different flavors. They come in different flavors these days, you know." He reminded himself that he did not have to speak baby-talk to her. She could probably understand him a lot better than she could speak. Besides, if her English was not perfect, at least she could speak it well. He spoke no Japanese at all besides "Konichi wa!" Naoko's heart was racing inside her little chest. Her plan was working! This big, nice-looking Western man is going to try to, what do they say in English, "pick me up", like he would try to lift me up off the stool, she thought, but it means invite me for a good sex time. "I only drink one kind. For me it is, how you say, retro chic!" Lucian almost laughed out loud, it was such an outlandishly appropriate thing for her to say. He suddenly noticed that he was relaxed around her. He noticed that her high cheekbones gave an even more angular look to her face. Lucian tried not to stare. Her face might have been too stark for some men but he thought she was pretty. "Do you come here often?" he said, at a loss for what to say now that the topic of martinis seemed to have been exhausted. Naoko had read about that line in magazines and she was not impressed that he was using it but she was very pleased that he was starting to hit on her. "No. I not live so close. I live far away. I stay in Shinagawa this weekend just." She was just a bit flustered and her much-practiced l's were starting to sound like r's again and she was forgetting her syntax. Mrs. Yamashita, her English teacher at school, would have been disappointed in her. That's not all. Mrs. Yamashita would have been scandalized at what she was doing. Anyway, she could hardly tell him that there was no way she could afford to stay at this hotel or anyplace in Shinagawa. The drink alone was more than she would normally ever spend on herself and this thoroughly modest frock was her sexiest dress. She had spent good money on a pair of panty hose, too. She didn't like them but her girlfriends told her how it made a woman's legs look nicer than bare skin or little stockings. Her skin was pale. Her hair was straight, no surprise there, but she had colored it a sort of chestnut brown and it made her tiny face look even more narrow. A little different on a Japanese girl but at least her hair wasn't pink, like in Shibuya. This woman would be a little too old for that, he guessed, not by her appearance but by her manner and her hands -- the veined hands of a woman, not the slightly pudgy hands of a girl. She wasn't his type. Lucian always fell for a certain type of woman but it never worked out. He had not scored with a tall blonde with stringy long hair and boobs the size of Lake Michigan since his ex-wife left him. Of course, she was not exactly that type either -- her boobs were only half the size of Carlyle Lake. Why even have a type when nobody like that wants to hook up with you? Still, it was funny that he now found himself attracted to a woman who was the exact opposite of everything that had attracted him before. He moved to the seat next to her and she did not move away when their legs touched. It occurred to him that most Japanese women her size have short legs but her legs were long in proportion to a small body. They still did not come close to reaching the floor. Her legs were thin, like the rest of her, he noticed, but nicely shaped in the calf. He wondered if she was a dancer. While they talked, Naoko kept looking into his pale blue eyes as if she were searching for something. He thought she might think that blue eyes were unusual but surely in modern Japan they see blue eyes all the time. He kept looking at her eyes, too. They were the darkest brown, almost black and so deep. She was drinking with one hand holding the stem awkwardly but he could tell that any minute now she would use both. And so she did, after giggling and scrunching up her little triangular face in the cutest way. Her hands were so tiny the glass looked huge in her fingers. They were talking about Tokyo and places they liked. Naoko was enjoying the conversation. She was loosening up and not trying so hard with her English, which made her more talkative but made her speech a little less clear. It didn't matter. Lucian saw clearly that she was enjoying the give and take of a conversation in English, like holding up her side in a tennis game without trying to win. There was about a three-inch gap in her dress when she leaned over -- he guessed that she had to buy her dresses too large and then alter them - and he could see down below her bra. She didn't need one. She had small breasts, hardly enough to fill an A cup. It went on like this for another half hour, during which he bought her another drink. She only sipped it a little but soon she started to sway a bit. It was only seven in the evening but he had a feeling that she was not a night owl or a big martini drinker and that if they stayed at the bar much longer, especially drinking on an empty stomach, he might not only miss a chance but he might have to let her sleep it off in his room without getting any. (He wouldn't think of taking advantage. That's the kind of guy he was.) Time to make a move, he thought. First, he needed to know if she was a professional. She wasn't acting like it because she was drinking real liquor and spending too much time with him. Other men had come into the bar but she had not made eye contact with any of them. She didn't look like one either, dressed conservatively, showing nothing but a little leg. A prostitute would be showing off more. He had had to work to look down her dress because she was not making an effort to lean over to let him. Still, when she caught him doing it once or twice she didn't seem to mind. "Would you like to have dinner with me? We could eat upstairs at the sushi bar ... or maybe you'd like to come up to my room?" Depending on her response, he might or might not ask her how much she cost. Naoko looked like she had just won the lottery! She blushed again, and because she leaned forward Lucian could see that she turned red all the way to her bra-line. But she was trying to keep her voice matter of fact. "We eat, then go your room, maybe? Wait, I go now, come back five minute." Lucian felt a little uneasy. Was she going to disappear on him? "Masumi" (she had told him her name was Masumi) "I'll meet you in the lobby. I have to get something." She picked up her purse , hopped off the stool, and almost skipped out of the bar. This odd interruption pretty well confirmed in Lucian's mind that she was not prostitute. At least not an experienced one. Lucian looked at her walk away into the hotel lobby. He had not expected to meet someone this trip and he needed to get something, too. Once she was out of sight, he paid the bartender and tipped him handsomely, telling him not to let the young woman leave if she came back to the bar. Then he quickly left, expecting to return in a couple of minutes, before she got back. He dashed over to the hotel gift and convenience store. Three or four brands of condoms were on sale in the toiletries section and he grabbed three packs of three, of a brand he usually used, and, embarrassed to be seen in public, averted his eyes from the clerk as he went to the counter. And almost bumped into Masumi. Who was putting a six-pack of an off-brand she had just bought into her purse. When they noticed each other their eyes locked and a big smile came over both their faces at once. The stony-faced clerk took his money and watched them walk out together, giggling. As it happened, that broke the tension. Each knew exactly what the other wanted to do. No games necessary. They decided not to do it on an empty stomach, so they went to the sushi and udon place and had misonikomo udon, because it was fast and filling and a real treat. They ate quickly and quietly and Naoko felt better when they were done. She didn't know if it was nervousness or the effects of the martinis on an empty stomach that had made her queasy but the udon settled her down again. She never felt this way anticipating intimacy with Tadashi. They had attracted stares and sideways glances sitting together at the sushi place. Now, people watched them walk back through the lobby and get into the elevators together. They were the oddest of couples and older men and young women in a hotel mean just one thing to most people. They don't expect that kind of behavior at a business hotel in Shinagawa. Kabukicho sure, but not Shinagawa. As they walked down the corridor an elderly Japanese couple walked in the other direction, stony-faced, ignoring them until they just passed, at which time Naoko but not Lucian heard the woman inhale sharply. Lucian put his key card in the door and opened it. Naoko scooted in so quickly he did not have a chance to pat her ass as she passed, as he had fantasized while they rode the elevator up together, watched by a stony-faced couple carrying designer bags. He closed the door behind him and already she was plopped on the bed, arms and legs spread out. She still took up remarkable little space. Suddenly Lucian felt uncertain, like he had presumed too much. She looked so little and vulnerable. He sat on the bed and turned toward her. So it was all the more startling when she jumped up and kissed him square on the lips, tongue pushing its way into his mouth. His followed into hers. Her mouth tasted pleasantly of umami. She broke off the kiss and said "I go to washroom now. I wir' be will be back in one minute." She hopped up and did just that, but before she did it she put the pack of condoms on the side table. It took her maybe ten minutes in the bathroom. Through the wall Lucian heard her flush and then a long sound of water running. The bathroom had a bidet and maybe she was using it. When she came out, she still had her dress on but she was carrying her shoes and wore no pantyhose. He had used the time to take off his shoes and tie. She put her purse on the side table and sat next to him on the bed and they resumed their kiss. Nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt as he fumbled for the buttons at the back of her dress. Now, she was nuzzling his neck at the same time. He had to stand to take off his pants and she seemed to take great pleasure in loosening his belt for him. Then she stood to slip off her dress and for a moment they were standing together facing one another, but too close together to be put off by their unromantic underwear. She stood as tall as she could and the top of her head came just above his nipples, which she had to look up to to kiss. He stepped back and looked down at her body, thin and pale with a dark triangle between her legs, showing through her sheer panties, waist deeply indented and impossibly small, belly not just flat but scooped in, hipbones as prominent as her cheekbones. He stepped back toward her and leaned down -- way down -- over her to slip his big hands under her panties and cup her buttocks -- each cheek was about a handful. He saw her unclasp her bra and pull it off. No need to be coy -- no point in a sexy striptease. What she had was bite-sized-- a tidy brown nipple on little brown areola on a little mound of a breast, one on each side of a skinny pale chest. He thought they were marvelous. He wanted to taste them. He stood again and Naoko pulled down his shorts. His penis sprang up. She laughed and rubbed against him, then reached between his legs and took a testicle in each hand, fingering and fondling them on each side like a delicate egg. Now she bent over and she kissed the tip of his cock awkwardly. They needed to change position. He stood up and took her hand as he walked backwards to a big easy chair in the corner. She followed demurely but pulled off her panties -- revealing the dark black triangle of pubic hair he knew was there. For a moment after he sat down she stood in front of him. He could see across the room through the wide space between her legs but he could not see her cunt because of her thatch of pubic hair. He put his hands behind her thighs and pulled her to himself, letting his hands rub up and down her legs, from slender calf up her soft pale thighs, and up to the horizontal crease between her leg and her butt. He kneaded her little buns. He leaned over and kissed her flat tummy between her belly button and the hairline. She smelled clean but womanly. She moved her feet apart a little. Then he put his hands between her legs and ran the backs of them up and then down the inside of her thighs, slowly, repeatedly, until they met at the top and his fingers touched her labia. They were soft and smooth and as he caressed they separated. He pulled on them gently. He was kissing her little tits now, sucking first on the nipple and then pulling an entire breast into his mouth. She had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open as he fondled and mouthed her private parts. She was thoroughly enjoying this. He ran his finger across her opening. He felt a bump and knew he had found her clitoris. Still sucking her nipple, he inserted the middle finger of his right hand into her. She moved her hips in encouragement. He felt buttery smoothness as her opening let him in but further on the walls of her vagina pushed back and he realized how small and tight she really was. If she had not been a little wet he would have had to push too hard. She was gripping his finger securely as he pushed and prodded and pushed again, finally all the way in and the tip of his finger tapped her cervix -- he could feel the little doughnut. Masumi gasped when he did this. (She thought of it as knocking on the door to her womb.) He inserted another finger, with difficulty, and curled them both toward her front, caressing the inside front of her vagina and her G-spot. She tilted her pelvis to make the most of it. After a few minutes of giving her genitals over to his attention, she started to feel weak in the knees and wanted to sit down. "I sit now" she said. She moved to his right before sitting across his lap. She almost sat on his dick but it wasn't sticking straight up at that moment. It was angled up and her butt pushed it down. She could feel it stiffen and move around as she squirmed on his lap. By this time, Lucian had his arms around her, holding her on his lap, while they kissed, if it could be called that. The thought had long interested Naoko that kissing was real oral-oral sex, not foreplay, and that's exactly how she treated it. She used her tongue as a member to penetrate his mouth, to explore him, his taste, his wetness, his depth. Lucian had never had a girl who kissed like her -- aggressive and raw. His own tongue barely fit into her tiny mouth and when he opened his eyes he saw Masumi's big brown eyes wide open, bright, excited. They could only keep this up for so long before they had to break the lock and breathe deeply and when he did he smelled her scent, coming from under her arms and up from between her legs, a hint of perfume, the warmth of a pleasant body, and a jolt of sexual arousal. His right hand was working her pussy while they kissed but he couldn't get his fingers in again at the same angle as when she was standing. They broke off their endless kiss, panting. She nuzzled his neck for while she rocked her pelvis on his fingers. Then she arched her body and leaned back pushing out her tits toward his face. She had her right arm around his neck and he was supporting her with his left arm. He bent over and sucked on her left nipple again, flicking it with his tongue, drawing first the areola and then the whole breast into his mouth, teasing gently with is teeth, feeling her shiver. She had her left leg down now and his erect penis was getting in the way. Naoko: Friday Time for a change. But before they changed position his right hand left her crotch and he took her nipple between his fingers and gently pulled. She sighed. He pinched her nipple harder. She moaned. He pulled a little. She said "Hai!" and murmured something in Japanese that sounded like ecstasy. He had just learned something about her. Those diminutive breasts -- you couldn't really call them boobs - were a big erogenous zone for Naoko and a big turn-on for Lucian. (Tadashi took them for granted because they were small.) Naoko slid off his lap and kneeled on the floor in from of him, taking his dick in one hand and his balls in the other. At first she just kissed his cock, holding it in her right hand while her left hand rolled his balls back and forth. Then she started licking it, taking time to nibble underneath at the base, where Lucian knew from handling himself that his man odor was strongest. She took the tip of his cock in her mouth, tongue flicking across the eye, sucking softly, pulling it deeper into her mouth, getting used to it, feeling it fill her mouth, and finally feeling it nudge the back of her throat. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard, pushing her face forward and arching her neck so his penis went down her throat. Lucian could not believe that this tiny woman was deep-throating him. Almost two-thirds the length of his penis was inside and she was making swallowing movements that milked it in her mouth. Her face turned pink, then slightly red, then very red. After what seemed like an hour of delight Naoko suddenly reared back, coughing, gasping, and laughing! She milked his dick with her hand and licked off a tiny pearl of precome. Then she did deep-throated him again. While she had him so deep in her mouth her hands would be manipulating his balls and pulling gently on his bag. And when she came up for air, his dick would stand out hard and he could feel it cool down from the heat of her mouth. Finally, Lucian groaned, he had to stop this. He was going to come if he didn't stop and he wanted to save it for later. After all, he wasn't thirty anymore and he could only come two or three times in a night. When Lucian put his hands on both sides of her head and slowed her down, Naoko knew why. Her jaw was getting tired anyway. But she loved the silky feel of a penis, loved the manly odors that came from the crotch, loved the taste of semen, and loved to watch a hard cock spurt. And on top of all that, she loved handling cock because she was in control. For years the boys had overlooked her or just thought of her as a buddy, or, worst of all, tried to pretend that they liked her in order to meet her more shapely girl friends. But when she had a man's cock in her mouth, the interaction was on her terms and she was in control. It was the only time Tadashi treated her like a woman. This went on for some time. Lucian began to feel close and knew he had to break it off. It's not that he didn't want to come in her mouth but he wanted to stay hard enough to fuck her. He wanted even more to feel what it was like in her pussy and to come there. He didn't think he could stay hard enough if he came now. When Lucian put his hands on both sides of her head she knew why. Tadashi came in minutes and was so embarrassed. She had to bring him off at the beginning so he could control himself and come later. But older men were not like that. Once, when she was just starting out in and in another job, she had met a man older than this man who came to the office. He promised to buy her a dress if she came to his hotel room. She had had sex with him. Afterward, he told her he could only come once in a day. It had not been much fun with that man because he paid no attention to her pleasure, not like this kind man. She knew this man wanted sex with her to last a long time. She liked that. She wanted to feel him inside her down below, where women receive men, for a long time. It was never long enough with young men, like Tadashi. He put his hands under her arms and as he rose he lifted her up onto her feet, pushing slightly backwards. She let herself fall on the bed on her back, laughing, theatrically kicking her legs to the side and scooting backward until she was just short of the pillows. Lucian dived for the bed and between her legs. His cock was painfully stiff from her oral attention and it had taken all his will to keep from coming in her small, wet, talented mouth. Now his penis was safely tucked under him and could rest for a while as he lay on the bed. First, he kissed her legs, licking patches of skin as he worked his way up the inside of her thighs to the top. His fingers raked her thatch of pubic hair and made a furrow down the middle, where he saw for the first time what he had only felt earlier. Her labia were smooth and taut and felt warm to the touch of his fingers. When he pulled them apart, a miniature world was revealed, a tiny hood over a little pearl . (Lucian noticed something Masumi did not know about herself -- she may have been tiny but her clit was at least as big as most women's.) Under that was a her little pee hole, then a little pink space, and below that, gaping in the separation by his fingers, her most wonderful entrance. If the rest of her tunnel looked anything like what he could see, it was a very pretty shade of pink with appealing, regular folds and ridges, moist and tight. He couldn't see but he had felt way up inside her and she was so small he wondered if his fingers got as high as her belly button. That's where his penis was going, in a few minutes. For now, he brought his head down and licked her labia, first tasting a little wetness that tasted clean, then licking her outer and inner lips in turn several times, taking them as far into his mouth as they would go and. Then he licked from the back slowly to the front, lingering at her opening and at the little pee hole, skipping her pearl and going to the hood, which elicited a moan and a tilt of her pelvis. He did that several times, then thrust his tongue as deep into her as it would go. He really liked the way her pussy tasted and smelled. It seemed to him that she was making more juice as he sucked it out of her. She was squirming now and he thought it was time to move in for her first climax. His tongue glanced across her pearl and she shuddered. He did it again and then started making circling motions around her clit with his tongue, stopping from time to time to suck as much of her into his mouth as he could. She felt it as pulling on her clit and making it expand with want and need. She thought of it as him feasting on her, taking sustenance and drink from her very body. It was a sign that this man needed her at that moment, that she had and was something very special. It made her very hot. If he hadn't been lapping up everything she made, she thought she would be gushing by now. (She was always good at staying wet, if given the chance.) This was very good. She particularly liked the way he stopped to flick his tongue over her clit or to bury the tip up it under her hood. This was very good and he seemed to have moved his hands from under her ass, holding her up, and now they were wrapped under her legs and over her hips, with his hands on her lower belly, gently pushing down right over where her womb would be and stroking, as if to stimulate and caress the sex organs underneath. She started to feel warmth flooding her pussy and spreading out in her pelvic parts. "First orgasm!" she thought. She dropped her arms by her sides and threw her head back, reveling in the sensations. "Too long since one like this, too long!" she thought to herself, while moaning softly. Lucian was amazed at how powerfully she came. She just seemed to go limp as she went over the edge but her body was doing all kinds of things. Her face and upper chest went beet red. Her vagina seemed to twitch around his tongue and there was a gush of watery fluid that flowed into his mouth as he sucked her. She was panting and moaning and saying a few words in Japanese he did not understand. It seemed like it took her a long time to recover. Lucian had never had a woman respond to oral sex so completely and for so long, especially without thrashing around or locking his head between her legs. This was very good, he thought, for what was to come. She was very tight and the more relaxed, looser, and wetter he could make her, the easier penetration would be. Naoko was thinking the same thing. Sometimes it was even hard for Tadashi to penetrate her, and his cock was a lot smaller. But this man made her much hotter and was willing to work harder to bring her off. She liked that. She liked that very much. After Masumi settled down, Lucian detached his mouth from her genitals and sat back. She lay there, legs wide open, looking dreamy and contented. She was smiling but her eyes were closed. Lucian felt a little mischievous and wanted to let her know that the time had come. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her a third of the way down the bed so his head would not hit the headboard. Her eyes flew open and she squealed in delight. But as he was leaning over her, she put her hand on his chest and pushed him away. "We put on raincoat!" she said -- greatly amusing him by the word she used. He reared back again and watched her roll over and get the condom pack from her purse on the bedside table. She sat up for a minute, tore a packet open with her teeth, and pulled out the little latex sheath. Now Lucian would know for sure if she was a professional or trying to become one -- hookers put condoms on johns with their mouth. Masumi took his penis in her hand and stroked it up and down a few times as Lucian leaned back on his arms. It had gone down while he focused attention on her pussy and now it just needed a little stimulation to get hard again. Then she rolled the condom over his cock with her other hand, stopping once to squeeze it affectionately and smile. He had his answer. He was relieved that there was no doubt now that Masumi was an amateur. His dick felt a little uncomfortable, though. The condom was on very tight and the rolled up part felt like a cock ring. Well, he thought, this will make me last longer. Grinning broadly and licking her lips, Naoko got onto her back on the bed in the former position and spread her legs, inviting him into the warmth of her body. Lucian, now rock-hard, leaned over to kiss her on both breasts and on her mouth before his head would be too high for that. His body completely covered hers as he got on all fours and mounted her, and she felt like she was protected in a little nook. She felt the head of his dick nuzzle against her, a little low, but she reached down and pointed it toward her opening. Lucian eased forward and the penis rubbed against her outer lips, repositioned, then separated her inner lips, then pushed at her entrance, and with a little pressure, went about a centimeter into her. There she felt him pause and then push harder. He nudged himself in another half centimeter. He pushed hard and she felt him sink in another centimeter. She willed her body to let him in -- not to fight him so much - but her vagina was simply very tight. If she hadn't been wet he could not have gotten even this far. Lucian tried another way, he rocked back and forth and with every thrust forward he pushed as hard as he could. That seemed to work better. Centimeter by centimeter, Naoko found herself getting stuffed and loving it. This was the biggest dick she had ever had and it was filling her up wonderfully. Lucian was working quite hard to penetrate her. He knew she would be tight but this was extreme. His dick felt like a hand was squeezing it. Every thrust took him only about another half inch into her. She was lubricating, which made it easier, and as he penetrated her, her tightness was pulling on more dick, which made it harder, but he still had to push hard. Maybe it would work better if he pushed as hard as he could for as long as he could. He made the move. Masumi stifled a scream of surprise. Suddenly Lucian felt a tear and a wetness around his dick. "Omigod!" he thought, horrified. "Was she a virgin?" He suddenly panicked. "How old is this person, anyway?" Of course, he knew the answer already because when he felt her up she didn't have a hymen. Besides, she had to be older. Her face may have been young and unlined but her genitals were all woman. Naoko felt the tear too, and knew exactly what it was. She had kind of worried about it ever since she put the condom on and saw how tight it was on him. Reluctantly, she pulled off him, because she always insisted on safe sex, even with Tadashi. (Hard as it was at the time to imagine another girl being interested in Tadashi, she thought, almost hoped, he might have bought sex from a prostitute from time to time.) She looked down at the split condom and frowned. She wasn't using other birth control. Especially now, she absolutely could not get pregnant. She would never be able to hide it because the doctor would find it. And she could not get a disease, especially now, because the doctor would find it. She would disgrace her parents if something happened. If this man ejaculated, his manly, rich, creamy semen would have flooded her sex canal with potent sperm and made her pregnant. The thought thrilled her. She kept it as a fantasy for a long time. If only things were different, but they weren't and that's why she was here. Lucian felt a wave of relief followed by a wave of fear. It was just a condom failure, the result of Masumi buying an inferior brand that could not stand up to the strain. But what if he had knocked her up? His cock was long and his sperm would have flooded her little cunt, frothy and white, while he thrust. He fantasized that she would grow so big that her pregnant womb would weigh as much as she did. How would she give birth with that tiny vagina? He suddenly realized that his imagination was getting a little carried away with him -- these were weird thoughts. The idea of making this little woman pregnant with his child was exciting him more than he wanted it to. These thoughts had to come from somewhere -- some place in his brain was obviously powerfully stimulated by the idea -- by Masumi. By now Masumi had pulled the broken condom off him. He wondered if she realized that he could easily have knocked her up. Lucian leaned over her and picked up the other package of condoms from the bedside table. He pulled off a foil packet and opened it with his fingers. It was a name brand, sized for the market, and the one he usually used. Hah! As if he were lucky enough to use it often. It was a more familiar, comfortable fit. With a smile, Naoko/Masumi resumed position and he mounted her again. This time it went a little easier, as if being opened once had stretched her a bit. She was still very tight but as Lucian pushed he went in an inch or more with every thrust, much better than before. He could also tell that she was wetter and he sensation was creamier, more buttery. He stopped for a moment to enjoy the feeling of soft pressure surrounding his cock. Then he pushed on again and when he was about half- or two-thirds of the way in he felt a firmness and knew he was already at her cervix. He pushed a little more and went past it an inch and felt resistance. He was a little more than three-fourths of the way in. Let's see if she can expand with a little help, he thought to himself. When Lucian bumped up against her cervix, Naoko felt it as a little hollow feeling in her stomach, the way she felt when the doctor did an examination and touched it. She remembered the last time, just a few days ago. It was not an unpleasant feeling -- it reminded her that her woman's body had a woman's organ - but it was his entries and the rocking movement that really felt good, especially when his dick angled toward the front. If he pushed his bone hard against her groin it felt even better because she got some clit stimulation. It was early in the fuck and they were exploring each other. She knew that and she knew that he would set the rhythm and depth and decide how tightly to hold her and that is what she wanted -- him to take control of her sexual experience, for him to fuck her, not for her to lead him through every step. She'd had enough of that. In short order Lucian and Masumi got into a good motion for both of them. He could not easily hold her because she was all the way under him and the best he could do to hold her was prop himself up on his elbows and keep them on either side of her head. A few minutes in, he did not have to work quite so hard to thrust his cock in and over time he noticed he was going deeper, as if she had relaxed and her tunnel was getting longer to accommodate him. They carried on like this for what seemed like an hour, changing position a couple of times to doggie (which required pillows under her knees to get her high enough) and back. Many times he felt himself getting close and when he did he would stop for a while, letting her squeeze him and kiss his chest, before starting slowly again. Finally, Lucian came to the brink and stayed there. He didn't think he could hold off much longer but he adored the way Masumi moaned and writhed under him, like she had never been so aroused before. His dick was now, amazingly, all the way inside her and he could feel his balls slap against her tiny butt cheeks as he thrust home. Suddenly she stiffened, screwed up her tiny face, and shuddered. He could feel her contract, like she was milking him. Her chest and face turned beet red and she panted. It was amazing to see and the excitement pushed him over the edge, too. He felt the familiar and welcome tightness in his groin, the little early contractions, and the gathering seed. With a gasp and a grunt Lucian came, thrusting his hips jerkily and happily as he spurted into the condom. Oh it felt good, and he was so glad to be inside her. Naoko was feeling her marvelous afterglow, still pinned by her genitals under the body of this passionate man. "Second orgasm!" she thought to herself. She had just had the best come in her life and within seconds she had just made the man who made it possible come himself. She was a woman who could make strong men come. She was a woman that strong men wanted to come inside of. She was a woman that men wanted to give organisms to. She was a woman whose sexual organs and drive were of interest to a potent man. She took a long, deep breathe to inhale his scent, the manly smell of exertion and her own subtle womanly smell of sex, which she recognized but men usually did not notice. When he takes the condom off, she thought to herself, there will be a third scent and a new taste. Lucian groaned as he pulled out, rolled over and lay on the bed next to her. She was so tight that the condom got hung up and stayed inside her. He had to pull it out and a bit of his semen spilled out onto the bedspread. "Masumi..." he started to say but faltered for a moment. "That was fabulous!" Masumi took a moment, seeming to formulate her language. "You were pretty good too yourself!" she said. He had to laugh -- she came up with the most amazingly appropriate sentences, even if they were a little off. He had no way of knowing how hard Naoko had worked with Mrs. Yamashita on her English language skills. Yourself, herself, himself -- these were very hard to master and she had really concentrated on that lesson. It had stuck with her ever since. If she had been gone to the university, that is what she wanted to study. But she wasn't prepared correctly. Not surprisingly, since she was much younger, Naoko recovered quickly. While Lucian lay there resting, Naoko sat up and leaned over his softening, wet cock. She took it in her hand, put it in her mouth and sucked gently, milking it to get the last drops. His semen tasted salty and a bit tangy. There was not so much left in his tube. So she reached over and got the half-filled condom and playfully emptied it on his belly, where there was not as much hair as on his chest. She saw that his eyes widened while she did this but he did not try to stop her. Then she leaned over and licked it off until he was clean again. It must be a big turn-on for a man to see that a woman really wants to taste him. Naoko: Friday When this was all done, she lay back on the bed. Lucian put his arms around her shoulders and as she nestled against him, she fell asleep. Lucian looked down at the extraordinary woman nestled under his armpit. Such a tiny woman with such a voracious appetite for pleasure. Seeing her sleeping so peacefully now no one would have guessed that she had, really, seduced him. First in the bar and then in bed, she knew what she wanted and she brought him into it. Well, that was a bit unfair. Masumi had a vulnerability and naïve enthusiasm that drew him in but he obviously wanted to be drawn in. He watched her spare but expressive little face, making little fleeting expressions and grimacing as she slept. What was she dreaming of? He wondered. It was only 10:00 local time in a city that only just gets started with its nightlife about then, but he had no doubt that she would wake up soon and it would start all over again. Funny. He felt like the two of them had already bonded in some strange way. He did not know a thing about her personal life. Because she hesitated when she spoke her name he wasn't even sure that Masumi was her real name (it wasn't) but he knew so much about her body: how it felt, inside and out, how it tasted and smelled. He had never seen such a pretty sight between the legs of a woman. She was small but she had it all. (Hey, he thought to himself. That rhymed!) She looked more like like an antique Japanese ivory carving of a woman. It may have been early but this was obviously not going to end the evening, so he switched off the light and let himself drift off to sleep.