The next few days were filled with plenty of sucking and fucking. I loved the taste of Kameko's nipples, and her pussy was even more delicious. She couldn't get enough of my dick and went down on me every time we were alone together. Don't worry, I made the most of being in Japan and we explored more than each other's bodies. Kameko and I travelled all around Tokyo, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. It was a wonderful time and I felt like a man reborn.
In the quiet moments, curled up in her minimalist apartment, we made love constantly, until finally exhausted, we lay side by side, talking about the past and future. Her world, filled with cute outfits and J-Pop, was a universe away from my South African upbringing of sports and politics, but something about it just felt right when we were together, and I quickly forgot how lonely and miserable I'd been just a few days earlier.
As the days turned into weeks, a deep sense of appreciation filled my heart. I could not believe how close I'd come to giving up on my adventure. It seemed the universe had a plan for me after all. A plan which, thankfully, included plenty of hot sex with a beautiful young girl I was starting to develop real feelings for.
But ss luck would have it, my newly acquired euphoria came crashing down on me one morning as the sky threatened the first winter snows. I completed a freezing cold journey to the language school, only to find Ms. Watanabe in an equally frosty mood. I could that something was wrong.
"Letting go...contract ending...budget cuts..." she said as I entered the staff room.
My stomach lurched. Fired? After just a few weeks? Was it just me, or did the school have a revolving door of foreign teachers? Perhaps it had nothing to do with my recent performance and everything to do with their enrollment numbers. I knew my lessons weren't as well prepared since I started seeing Kameko, but they weren't that bad. It must just have been the economy.
This was a major setback. Tokyo was expensive, and my savings had been severely depleted by my desire to impress Kameko with lots of shopping excursions and dinners at fancy restaurants. Terror replaced the warmth of my recent joy. What was I going to do? My relationship was in full blossom, but a lack of income would certainly complicate matters.
I felt dejected as I exited the school and looked up to see that it had indeed started to snow.
"Sensei Max?"
Someone was calling me. I turned around and to my surprise Mr. Hashira was making his way towards me, wrapping his coat around himself and burying his hands in his pockets. He had a curious twinkle in his eye. Intrigued, I stopped to listen.
Mr Hashira had overheard Ms. Watanabe letting me go. He said his wife was eager to improve her English and had been considering getting private lessons. If I made a good impression, he hinted, the job could be mine.
I felt an odd mixture of curiosity and relief. Why would Mr. Hashira, a man who had seemed utterly disinterested in my lessons want me to teach his wife English?
"I would be honoured to meet your wife," I said.
I pushed the puzzlement from my mind, and we parted with a bow.
I made the trip to the Hashira's the following day, wondering what lay in store for me. The area the Hashiras lived in was pretty fancy. Bonsai trees in pot plants guarded the entrances to tall well maintained buildings and the overall impression was one of dignified wealth.
Making my way up the stairs of a small newly built building down a quiet side street, I took a deep breath and cracked my knuckles in nervous anticipation. This might be my best shot at getting a job and staying in Tokyo with my girlfriend Kameko. A vision of her perfect ass, bent over in the shower, and the sound of her high pitched voice, begging me to keep fucking her, flashed across my mind as I knocked on the Hashiras front door.
A minute later I was greeted by an attractive woman striking a graceful pose in the doorway. The woman, who must have been in her mid to late thirties, smiled at me and welcomed me inside.
"Hello," I stammered, managing a nervous smile. "Is Mr. Hashira home?"
"Ah, Max-sensei!" the woman exclaimed, her voice warm and welcoming in contrast to her cool understated beauty. "Mr. Hashira is still at work, but I've been expecting you. Please, come in."
Bending down, she gracefully removed her own shoes, her dress riding up and giving me the perfect view of the top of her legs and the undersides of her panty clad ass cheeks. I followed suit, removing my boots and placing them beside her delicate silk slippers.
"Welcome to our humble home," said Mrs Hashira.
The apartment, like the area it was located in, oozed quiet wealth and luxury. A modest volume of expensive looking furniture complemented large windows filled with natural light and the high ceilings and wooden floors made the space feel stylish and comforting.
"Would you like a cup of tea" she asked, indicating I take a seat on the sofa.
"Thank you," I replied. "That would be lovely."
The sound of the kettle boiling soothed my nerves and a few moments later, the trophy wife returned with a steaming cup of fragrant tea cradled in her delicate porcelain white hands.
"Here you go."
"Arigatou."
I was about to take a sip but realised the tea would still be too hot and then almost dropped the cup when Mrs Hashira perched her glorious ass right beside me on the couch. Japanese people were usually more reserved towards strangers, but Mr Hashira's lonely housewife seemed quite comfortable sharing a sofa with a stranger. I took the chance to admire her delicate features.
Mrs H's beauty was undeniable, but beneath the placidity of her gaze, a sharpness lurked. It was as if she were taking my measure, every detail of my appearance catalogued with an unflinching scrutiny which was mildly disconcerting. She was looking me over just as thoroughly and I felt a warm tingling sensation as she completed her inspection.
The age difference between her and Mr. Hashira was substantial. She could have been the old man's daughter. She was a beautiful woman in her reproductive prime, full bodied but slender, immaculate dressed in a chic designer outfit that made her look exceedingly rich and horny.
