Tokyo Tease (4 page)

Jenn’s eyes widened. “Is it too much?”

“God, no. More.”

“Yeah, baby. I’ll give you more.”

The need to feel a cock stretch my cunt was finally met. I moaned as Jenn pummeled me. Deep. Hard.

Lost in the pleasure, I closed my eyes and threw my head back. How long? How long had it been since I’d been intimate with someone? How many times over the last year could I have knocked on Jenn’s door and gotten the very thing I needed most?

I opened my eyes so I could watch Jenn. A beautiful woman. Her perfect breasts bounced before me. I reached up and held them in my hands. Rubbing my thumb over her nipples, watching them swell. Her eyes glazed with desire. A glance in the mirror revealed her lovely ass pumping as she burrowed into me. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. I couldn’t turn away. Had to watch Jenn fuck me.

I matched every thrust with my own. Taking the dildo deeper and deeper until I felt the rough leather of the harness against my clit. Shudders racked my body as I strained to feel the harness brush against me again and again.

Jenn realized what I needed. She ran her thumb over my clit. She pumped harder and continued to tease me with her thumb.

Each thrust evoked a moan. Every flick produced a groan.

Tension built inside me. I grabbed Jenn’s hips, pulled her deep and ground against her. Frenzied, forcefully, I moved my hips. Back. Forward. Back. Faster. With each push, my body melted. Nothing else existed. Every cell of my being concentrated on my cunt. Warmth spread through my body as wave after wave of bliss trembled and rocked me.

One last scream and I collapsed.

Jenn slipped out of me and stretched beside me. “Better?”

“Wow.” I sighed. “I had no idea.”

Jenn smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

I nodded.

With her palm turned up, Jenn dragged her nails across my stomach, causing me to shiver and my nipples to tighten. “Do you mind,” she kissed my shoulder, “staying while I get off?”

“Of course not.” I kissed her. “Thank you.”

Jenn stood, unbuckled the strap on and let it fall to the floor. She pulled a vibrator out of the top drawer of her nightstand and lay next to me. Her body was perfection—muscled and toned in the right places and soft and curvy in the others. A ruby navel ring glistened in the low light. She slid her hands over her hipbones and parted her labia, releasing a spicy, musky smell and making my nipples tingle.

With her thumb, Jenn flipped on the vibrator and arched when she rubbed it gently against her soft, pink nub.

Her pouty nipples enticed me. Tentatively, I reached toward her breast. It was one thing to touch her when she was fucking me. The heat of the moment. This was deliberate. She tensed when I smoothed my hand along her ribs. Her reaction emboldened me, and I grazed my palm across her nipple. The feel of the hard nub made my palm itch, and I liked it. With more confidence, I skimmed my hand across her chest to tease the other breast. Touching, fondling, teasing. Without thinking, I lowered my mouth and licked the taut nipple. Flicking and sucking.

It took me a second to realize Jenn had stopped. I tried to pull away, but she wrapped her arm around me and wouldn’t let me go. “Don’t stop. It feels so good.”

“Why’d you quit?”

“You’ll make me come too soon,” she explained.

I shook my head. “You had sex with three huge men today. How could I make you come at all?”

Jenn caressed my cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re soft, gentle, beautiful.” She smiled and whispered, “You’ve never done this before. It turns me on and flatters me that you’d do this for me.”

With a blush, I said, “You did so much more.”

“It’s not the same.” She reached for me and pulled my mouth back to her breast

I wanted to bring Jenn to orgasm so badly, but every time my hand strayed below her navel, I had to draw it back to her breasts.

Jenn, the most experienced person I had ever met, was aroused by my tiny little kisses. She had selflessly pleasured me. I could do my best to return the favor.

Teasing Jenn’s nipple between my teeth, I forced myself to explore below her waist. Slowly, I glided my hand across pronounced hips bones. Jenn’s flinch sent waves of daring through me. I couldn’t believe I was actually turning on a woman who’d been with hundreds of lovers.

Emboldened, I smoothed my hand over Jenn’s shaved pussy and spread her lips apart. My fingers slid over her clit, and I could feel her heat. I liked the silky feel of her wetness. Not knowing what to do made me hesitate, but one little buck from Jenn encouraged me.

God knows, I’d spent enough time playing with myself over the past few months to be familiar with the equipment. I knew what made me come, so I adapted my routine for Jenn. With my index and middle finger, I circled Jenn’s clit, using her wetness to make my fingers glide.

Jenn moaned. “Oh, God, Natalie.”

I took a nipple between my teeth and stroked Jenn’s clit. Alternating the size of the circles and the speed of my fingers. Slowly, teasingly. Fast and hard. Jenn’s moans guided me. Helped me discover what she liked.

Without even realizing what I was doing, I lowered my head to Jenn’s waist. I’m not sure who was more surprised when I closed my lips over Jenn’s clit.

Jenn’s hands dug roughly into my hair and pulled my mouth away. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“God, Nat, I love it, but I get kind of wild. You’ve turned me on too much. I don’t think I can take it slow.”

“No need.”

“Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking.”

I held up the vibrator. “If I can’t handle it, I’ll stop and we’ll go back to this, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

My answer came in the form of my tongue flittering across her clit.

Hearing Jenn come wasn’t anything new. The catch in her throat and the panting and moans. How many times did I hear her through the thin walls of our apartment? Watching her reach her bliss was something altogether sexier. I couldn’t take her eyes off her—her tense body, pumping hips, puckered nipples, and her expression. The closed eyes. The arched neck. The shape of her mouth as she pouted and moaned.

Then, the convulsions. Jenn’s gorgeous body quivered and twisted. She dug her hands into my hair and pulled. Pulled hard, dragging my mouth away from her clit. Then pushed me back as she thrust her hips forward, slamming against my mouth and tongue.

At first, I had no idea what to do. It hurt. My scalp ached, and the violence of her pussy hitting my tongue shocked me, but she moaned. I could tell she was close, so I wrapped my hands around her and cupped her ass, pulling her as close as possible and quickly licked her nub. Her thighs closed around my head, and she bucked so hard I thought she was going to give me whiplash.

Then, she screamed. Not like any scream I’d heard her emit before. Her body shook. Her pussy fluttered and she bucked harder and harder until moisture dripped off my tongue. With a “fuck yeah!” she collapsed.

We laid there in silence for a few minutes. “Thank you, sweetie.” She pulled me up from between her legs and kissed me, licking her cum from my lips.

With a smile, she rolled over and rested her head on my shoulder. She trailed her fingers along my stomach and cupped a breast. With another kiss, she settled in and drifted off to sleep.

It didn’t take me long to follow her lead. I never could understand why people fell asleep after sex. Finally, I got it. An orgasm that intense wipes you out. All those years, I thought I’d had a satisfying sex life. Discovering I was wrong had never been so pleasurable.

****

The delectable aroma of coffee lured me into the kitchen. Jenn stood over the pot, cup in hand. Her hair was a tousled mess, and her loosely tied silk robe revealed perky cleavage.

“Mornin’,” I mumbled as I headed to the fridge for cream.

“Ahh.” Jenn’s moan of pleasure caught my attention, and I turned to see the cause. She happily sipped her first cup of French roast. “We should probably talk about what just happened.”

“What do you mean?” I poured a cup of coffee.

“Well, you know I’m not a relationship person.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I kind of noticed.” Only a couple of guys had made it past Jenn’s bedroom door more than once and even that never lasted more than a few weeks.

Concerned danced across her face as she gazed into my eyes. “Here’s the deal. I’m straightforward about sex, and I’m straightforward about my expectations.”

“Oh, Jenn. I know.” I squeezed her hand to reassure her. “We had sex. That doesn’t mean I think we need to become exclusive or whatever.”

Her eyes grew wide, and her jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Of course. Why? What did you expect me to say?”

“This is where my nympho tendencies get me into trouble. I wanted you too badly to think things through, and I’m sorry about that.”

I thought my heart would explode. Jenn the most beautiful, sexiest woman I’d ever met wanted me.

“You’ve never brought anyone home, so I wasn’t sure what you thought of casual sex.” She ran her fingers along my wrist.

I debated whether or not I should tell her that I had no problem with casual sex but that the lack of willing participants caused my issues. Then, I glanced at her. She wanted me. Sanchez had kissed me, and Kentaro’s actions on the train meant my list of willing participants went from zero to three in twenty-four hours.

To hell with you, fat pimp guy. Natalie James is desirable!

****

As I walked to the station, I thought about the myriad of sexual encounters I’d experienced in the past day and smiled. It was as if a switch had been flipped and I was now a bright, neon billboard radiating sexuality. I grinned and nodded to other folks walking toward the station.

The day before, I’d taken the 8:03 train. Dealing with naked Marines and men with tattooed johnsons caused me to run late. I considered waiting for it again, hoping I’d see Kentaro, but I was beginning to think the encounter with him was an illusion brought on by extreme horniness.

A sexual mirage.

I pulled a book from my bag and read while I waited on the platform. The 7:43 train arrived. The throng of commuters swept me forward into the car. I grabbed an overhead handrail and continued to read, oblivious to the world around me.

The mechanical female voice said, “
Doa ga shimarimasu. Gochuui kudasai.
Doors are closing. Please be careful.”

The clicking and rocking of the train set the perfect tone for the murder mystery that engrossed me. When a hand reached around me, I gasped. I looked over my shoulder to find Kentaro ignoring me, looking out the window. With a strong arm, he pulled me to him and cradled my ass against his groin. With every bump and jolt, I could feel his cock growing larger and harder.

My escapade with Jenn gave me confidence, and I decided to take charge of this little game. With a wiggle, I repositioned myself, barely moving so no one would notice, which resulted in my ass plastered against his erection, riding his cock.

The heat of his erection radiated through his pants and warmed my ass. Once again, I rode the train with soaking wet panties. Oh, how I wanted to turn around, wrap my legs around him, and bury his cock in my dripping pussy. But I couldn’t. We were on the train with hundreds of people. So, my satisfaction had to be gained by teasing him to the point where
he
had to spend his first few minutes at the office in the bathroom jacking off.

Using every ounce of willpower I possessed, I pulled away. His quiet groan hummed in my ear, a groan meant only for me, and it sent shivers down my neck. I gave it a few seconds, made him suffer, then I brushed my ass against his cock again, pressing harder than I had before. The curve of my ass fit perfectly on his erection. Adding more pressure, I perched on his hard cock giving in to the rhythm of the train. I felt every bump, every turn, every jostle.

God, his cock felt good. Felt so very good.

I wanted to turn around, wanted my pussy to ride his cock. Even through clothing, my desire was so heightened that one brush against my clit would’ve sent me into the throes of orgasm.

When his hand left my hip and slid across my hipbone, I knew the path it sought. Liked where it was headed, but no. I controlled the situation, not him. I stopped his hand from progressing and stepped away. He tried to force me back in place, but I stood, unbending. Dripping and panting, but I wouldn’t budge.

Another groan of frustration. The thought of provoking that same guttural, primal, sound from him during sex added tingles to my already tingling bits.

I savored my power, loved being the teaser. I reached behind me and ran my hand over his zipper. His hot erection sizzled against my palm. A deep, raw growl meant for my ears only thrilled me. He stepped even closer and shoved against my hand. Oh, how I wanted to unzip his pants and feel his hot, throbbing flesh. Gritting my teeth, trying to quell my lust, I pulled my hand away.

He nipped my ear. The feel of his lips drove me wild. At the brink of orgasm, I doubted I could take a step without erupting.

Throwing caution and good sense out the window, I let go of the overhead rail and settled my ass against his lap. The only thing keeping me upright was his arm around my waist and my backside firmly planted on his erection. The train roared through small stations, clicking and clacking, swaying and bobbing. Every movement creating an erotic dance. I closed my eyes and relished every sensation.

The nasal-voiced train announcer broke into my thoughts. “
Seibu-Ikebukuro sen wo goriyou kudasaimashite arigatou gozamau odeguchi wa migigawa desu.
Thank you for using the Seibu line.” Doors on the right side will open for exit.

I grabbed the overhead railing and righted myself. When the train doors opened, Kentaro whispered in my ear, the first words he’d ever spoken to me, “Tomorrow, wear a skirt.”

Tomorrow wear a skirt.

Tomorrow wear a skirt? What the hell did that mean?

Well, it means tomorrow wear a skirt, but why? As I walked to the office, I mentally listed all the clothes in my closet. I had a couple of skirts, but nothing very promising.