Conversation Partner
Years ago and before much technology arrived on the scene, senior year at my university rolled around and it turns out that I needed one year of foreign language to graduate. Not thrilled with the idea, I scanned through the syllabus and stumbled across Japanese 101. Hopscotch forward several weeks and I found myself sitting in a freshman level Japanese's language class, a course that I actually grew to enjoy.
Speaking Japanese turned out to be much easier than I anticipated, so progression came rather quickly. But to improve my skills, the instructor, a small Japanese man of about thirty, suggested that we students seek out and work with a language partner. We Americans would teach Japanese students English while they taught us Japanese.
Before you know it, I had posted a paper in the student union building seeking a female language partner. I decided rather quickly that if I was going to spend considerable time with another person, I wanted that person to be a female whom I might want to bang. I got a call the next day.
Riko, a thirty-six year old mother of a maniacal four-year old, and I first met up in the SUB to practice our languages on each other. Her English was better than my Japanese so we usually just sat there and spoke English. It was a pretty good deal for Riko. However, I eventually earned Riko's trust and switched to meeting in her small apartment where we would again speak mostly in English. My reasoning was that she needed to learn English more than I needed to learn Japanese because she had to function in a society with limited English skills.
Bada Bing, Yada Yada Yada, however you want to mark the passage of time, and I found my face buried in her crotch. Though, it did take me a while to get into her pants. Apparently, it's a bigger step from merely stopping by for a couple hours of language training to sticking my tongue in her pussy. Go figure. But I did and that's all that mattered. It was a great trade. All I had to do was speak English, something I already did pretty well, and I got to lick a very fine vagina. I'll teach around the clock to eat some muff. Then there was the matter of penetration.
Up to that point in my life. I had been lucky enough to never use a condom and had no idea how to use one. Then out of the blue, Riko pulled a couple blue condoms out of her purse and in very broken English said something along the lines of, "How would you like to take me into the bedroom and fuck me hard, you magnificent stallion.?"
Actually, she sorta waved a condom in the air and nodded to the bedroom, which I understood well enough. When it comes to sex, I can speak all manner of languages, especially, if they include a condom and a nod towards the bedroom. I see the condom and automatically hear, "How'd you like to fuck me?" to which I reply, Si senorita or Hai or perhaps Da or even a simple yes. I'm a fluent motherfucker when it comes to sex.
With Riko's maniac son in daycare, we stripped naked and started to get in bed but Riko had an issue that she needed resolved. After searching the dictionary, along with some mimicking, Riko wanted me to take a shower before we had sex. A shower before sex, I thought, is the key to me fucking this thirty-six year old hottie. I couldn't get in that shower fast enough. If a shower was the key to me banging my language partner, sign me the fuck up, I'll take showers all day long if it meant sex, and at only twenty-three, I was ready to go six or seven times a day.
Of course, I might need some lotion to combat the dry skin from all those showers. However, it turned out that one shower was good for sex all day, not unlike a stamp on the back of your hand was good for all-day entry into an arcade of something.
To say that Riko was shy was to suggest that the Joker had easily-diagnosed mental issues. She was shy. Trust me on this, I say. I mean the door shut, blinds closed and everything done under the covers. For an Asian woman, she had nice size breasts, which I cheated and pulled back the sheet so I could look at her full bosom. Riko was embarrassed by my rule violation but eventually conceded when she realized how much I liked to look at her breasts. Then came showtime. It was time for penetration - one of my favorite words. Penetration. Say it with me, reader. Penetration. This, of course, was done all under the blankets. I think the less she saw of my cock the better. Did I mention that she was shy?
So there we were with me lying flat on my back and Riko fumbled with the condom under the covers. Being slimy the way condoms are, I could tell she wasn't thrilled to handle it so I gently took it and slid it down my cock. However, I didn't know that a user is supposed to pinch the end of the condom then slide the rest down so the pinched part created a reservoir for cum to collect in. It also allows the condom to slide back and forth on the head to increase stimulation and eventually lead to orgasm.
Neither Riko nor I knew the trick of the trade so I just went ahead and slid that bad boy down me. Even then, I knew the missionary style would be my best position to get sex. As mentioned above, Riko was terribly shy, so I didn't envision propping her ass up in the air anytime soon so I could get her from behind. Mistakenly, I imagined propping her ass up and giving her right cheek a smart slap and chuckled.
"What funny?" ask Riko, already embarrassed.
I instantly felt terrible and wracked my brain for something to say that would set her mind at ease. "I'm just glad to be here with you," I said, hoping the words would calm her nerves. The ruse worked and I slid between her legs close enough that she surprised me by taking hold of my cock and guiding me in the tightest pussy I had ever been in..
