Pic-Me-up Then Dic-Me-Down

Yumi checked the government portal one more time, hoping against hope that something would be different this time.

No change. Her green card for America was still set to expire in six months.

Despite the clear blue skies and the beautiful white sand beach, she had no desire to do anything but lay on the pool chair and feel the wind on her skin. This trip was supposed to take her mind off of her situation, but it just highlighted the life she wouldn't get to live in Japan.

Under the harsh sunbeams, she could already notice her ring tan begin to fade. It had been cruel of her to demand so much from her ex-husband, but she had never expected the petty small man he could become when upset. She perhaps made a mistake by latching onto the first available man to get a US citizenship. They never fit together perfectly, but she thought she would have more time to sort things out even if they did break up. What she hadn't expected was for him to immediately rescind his support for her naturalization and call the fucking ICE.

Every few hours, she oscillated between blaming herself for making a hasty choice and feeling the raw hurt of his betrayal. Yumi mourned the loss of the life she could have built. She had secured a job as a concept artist for a company that she liked, but they couldn't sponsor her citizenship. She had found herself a group of like-minded friends, both Japanese-born and American-born. Yet the dream felt further and further out of reach with every job rejection. And who could blame them for not wanting to hire and sponsor a Japanese citizen right out of college without much of a portfolio to speak of?

Even her friends couldn't help. Kaya, an old classmate and nepo baby, did what she could in calling lawyers, but it just didn't seem like things would work out. In the end, Kaya decided to make Yumi go to her family's timeshare to take her mind off things. As a last hurrah of living in America. There was a luxurious house on the outskirts of Honolulu with an attached resort. It was one of the kindest gifts she had ever received, but a sudden emergency in the family business had prevented Kaya from coming. Despite the steady flow of video calls from her friends, she was deeply lonely. The scenic beaches were only so beautiful when she was alone to see them. She had grown used to, perhaps too dependent, on her ex-husband and now she paid the price.

So much had been taken away from her in an instant, leaving her terrified of the uncertainty in her life. To return to Japan likely meant living with her father again who had never supported her dreams of being an artist. It would mean returning to a nation that felt old and backwards to her. It wasn't that life would be miserable in Japan, but that she would leave America without the chance to have really tried.

The hot sting of a tear rolling down the slope of her cheek pulled her out of her thoughts. Blinking twice, she decided she couldn't stand to be outside for another moment. Packing her things, she swiftly made her way towards the house.

"Miss, is everything alright?"

An older man approached her, maybe in his 50s. Despite his age, he wore his years well with a handsome chiseled face and only flecks of gray in his chin-length hair. He was a head taller than her, but that meant little considering her diminutive five-nothing height. He was wearing red swim trunks and a kind smile.

Yumi tore her gaze away from him. She just wanted to shut the rest of the world out, watch some shitty television in the bedroom and fall asleep. Him being so good-looking just felt like the world taunting her.

"I don't need anything!" Yumi yelled, louder than she intended. She could notice a number of heads in her peripheral vision turn towards her for causing a scene. Cringing, she turned around, pulled her beach robe over her head like a child, and scurried off.

A mere minute before she arrived at the house, the skies darkened and rain began to pour suddenly. At least this time, she thought, the universe was matching her mood. Pulling her towel over her head, she was able to get through mostly dry. Inside, Yumi found herself in the bathroom, changing out of her wet swimsuit. It was a beautiful navy blue bikini that had been picked out by her ex. It was comfortable, looked great on her, and fit perfectly, just like all of the clothes her ex had gifted her. What had started as a charming trait turned bitter when so many of her favorite clothes were tainted by the memory. It was hard to reconcile the man who knew her favorite clothes and foods better than she did with the man willing to call a government agency to ruin her life.

Looking down at her nude body in the huge bathroom mirror, she intellectually knew that her petite form with perky breasts had been perfect in her ex's eyes, but an irrational part of her hated that too. Despite the crying and the general shitty direction her life had taken her, she looked great. Her eyelashes were long, her skin was clear, her shoulder-length hair had great volume and shine, and her nails looked amazing with the fresh red coat of polish. Kaya had insisted on a trip to a salon together before they left and the results were fantastic. Now with Kaya busy, Yumi realized she might have taken their last outing together for granted. Instead of relaxing, Yumi had spent the time at the spa trip complaining about job interviews and incessantly checking her phone.

It wasn't so simple... she thought to herself. She was a person entitled to emotions and taking things poorly.

Still, Kaya deserved better than what she had been giving her. Her other friends deserved better than what she had been giving them. Even the stranger on the beach deserved better.

Yumi slept fitfully, her body struggling to adapt to the new timezone and her turbulent emotions. If nothing else, she was grateful that she had blocked her ex's number.

Walking out of the house with the same swimsuit as the previous day, she felt a renewed resolve to truly savor this vacation. This time, she took a clear raincoat with her, a less fashionable piece than the diaphanous robe she wore the previous day, but a more practical one.

As she was turning a corner, she bumped into someone. She almost gasped. It was the guy from yesterday. He glanced down at her and gave another one of his bright smiles. He seemed dressed for the beach too, only wearing slippers and a pair of swimming shorts, the rest of his toned body proudly displayed. Yumi found herself lost in his body for a short moment.

"Feeling better today?"

Yumi nodded without saying a word, but she matched her pace to his. He seemed like a good sort and it was probably best she got some company. Besides, given the way he was appraising her, it seemed like he wanted to spend time with her as well.

"So, you're from the mainland, then?" he asked.

"Michigan, I moved there from Japan when I went to college," she said.

"Heh, your English is pretty good for only living here for what? 2 years?"

The tips of her ears went red. She was young, but certainly not 19-20. "I moved here 4 years ago! I'm twenty-two!" She said enunciating every word.

His face burst into a shit-eating grin. "Bless your Asian genes for their fountain of youth."

Yumi was about to snap back, but she decided to take the backhanded compliment instead. Instead, she just looked up at him, taking it in. The sun had tanned his skin a beet red, but the smile lines around his eyes implied he had enjoyed every minute of it.

Eventually, he turned to the left, to a busier beach than they were yesterday. There was the sound of children screaming and waves crashing. Away from the water, she could see a wooden hut bar. Maybe that was why he picked out this beach.

"I'm Ted, by the way. Never caught your name."

"So sorry for not introducing myself, my name is Yumi."

It was early enough that they were able to find a spot. The man laid out a huge towel, just large enough that they could share it if they were close to each other. Considering Yumi had forgotten a towel, it was going to have to be good enough.

In her bag, she was still able to locate her sunscreen, her phone, and a few other knick knacks.

"Here, you clearly need it," she said as she handed him the sunblock.

"Hey, how do you know I wasn't born looking this way?"

She made a point to stare up and down his body. He was fit, especially for a man his age, but skin was beginning to loosen at the joints. Another person might have called it ugly, but she felt oddly entranced like seeing the gnarled roots of a great tree.

"You've aged pretty well, like a fine wine, but don't push it."

Chastised, he rubbed the lotion over his limbs. It wasn't a particularly generous or thorough application, so Yumi saw an opening. "Hey, rub my back and I'll rub yours?"

"You Japanese girls are all so obsessed with your skin," he drawled. "Of course, I'd love the privilege of rubbing this

all

over your back."

An alarm bell went off in her head. An old white guy acting as if he knew Japanese girls? What was the world coming to? "Shut up, lie down and give me that."

She made sure to use generous dollops of sunblock on his back, rubbing in the lotion onto his hard muscles. It was her first time touching a back like this with such leathery skin yet corded muscle underneath. She decided she liked it.

"Having a little too much fun aren't we?" He said underneath her hands.

"Make sure you're as thorough with me okay?" She felt excited in a way she hadn't felt before in years, maybe ever. It had been mostly expected for her, as a college student, to date another college student her age even if they weren't the same ethnicity, but this was uncharted territory. He was easily twice her age, but she was oddly unconcerned. Eventually, she was confident she had rubbed sunscreen on every bit of his exposed skin.

Laying down on her front, she tensed at the sound of her sunblock bottle farting. She refused to look back as she heard moist hands clap lotion back and forth. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt him untie the knot of her bikini top.

"You said to be thorough," he said huskily.

Her heart skipped a beat. They had been dancing around it so far, but this was a move that very much confirmed his intentions. Still, she wanted to sit in the sun for a little while. Let him simmer for a bit, see where things went.

The cold lotion hitting her back forced her to stifle a moan. His hands were excellent at rubbing the knots out of her back. Up and down, he roamed his hands all over her back even squeezing her shoulders and sides as a bonus. She was grateful when she finally heard him clip the cap of the sunblock bottle back into place. Any longer and she would have been moaning on the beach for everyone to hear.

Her heart rate returned to normal as Ted laid down by her side. They weren't touching, but there was very little space between them. They made small talk about their lives, where her love of art emerged, funny stories he had from decades of teaching clueless kids how to surf, and more. Eventually, their conversation petered out as they laid there, basking in the sun's rays.

A few hours later, they were at the bar. Well, Yumi was at the bar while he was in the bathroom. She was fiddling with her drink, taking her time. As a relative lightweight, she liked to just get one hard drink a night. Enough to build a buzz and get a taste, but not enough to lose control.

"It seems ol' Theo's taken an interest in you?"

She jerked to attention when she noticed the bartender had pulled up in front of her. She could feel a slight blush on her cheeks before she mentally slapped herself. Sure there was an age gap, but she was a grown-ass woman. "I mean, I'm not calling him old to his face, but I guess he's a few years older."

"He's always had a thing for young tourists like you," the bartender said snidely. He was a stout man about a decade her senior. Not quite as old as Ted, but he wasn't in as good shape either. She wasn't sure she liked the way he was staring her up and down.

Yumi leaned forward, meeting his gaze head on. "Tell me then, is he a bad person?"

"Well, no, just, you know, a guy with a few too many friends if you get what I'm saying?"

Yumi rolled her eyes. She wanted Ted because he had taken the time to try to comfort a crying stranger. She wanted a guy to have some fun with before she returned to the crushing despair of her life. Most importantly, she did not need to be judged by this loser.

"No, I can't say I understand what you're saying," she said.

The bartender was smart enough to take the hint and went to help another customer.

Yumi was bubbly and a little light-headed as she walked back from the beach. In the corner of her eye, she could see Ted walking by her side, with a hint of concern on his face. It was fun to get swept up in the excitement of drinking, but she was putting on an act. It was the same act she had done with her ex before they had sex for the first time, but she was hoping this guy would catch on a bit quicker.

She found herself comparing the two throughout the day. If there was a word to describe her ex, it was timid. He lived like the world around him was built out of cards. It had been his unwillingness to leave his hometown that started the death spiral of their relationship. In the short time she knew Ted, she knew he was bold. Ted had seen her, befriended her, and flirted with her like he knew he was going to rock her world.

"Can you come make sure I get home safe? Like really safe, so you'll have to come inside too."

She giggled at the sharp change in his expression from worried to openly lustful. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head, and she knew she had him where she wanted him.

"You got a nice-"

She put a finger on his mouth before taking him by the wrist to her room. Whatever he had to say about the place paid for by her friend, she didn't want to hear it. She was greedy tonight, and she wanted all his attention on her body.

He let her push him onto the bed, smiling indulgently while she pulled him around like an errant child. She climbed on top of him, smashing her lips into his. He was so much bigger than her that her thighs were wrapped around his torso as she tried her best to devour his face. It was her first time with a man who had long locks she could run her hands through. As she rubbed his scalp, she could hear him purr in contentment.

Ted was giving as good as he got as well. His strong hands kneaded her ass and breasts and hips, gripping just tightly enough to make her gasp before roving her body further. He kissed with the ferocity of a dying man, barely letting her breath as he pressed his lips on her.

Though Yumi was on top, she could already feel herself giving ground. His hands seemed to find sensitive spots she didn't know she had and his kisses hit just right. He was playing her like a master musician playing a new instrument. He knew the notes, and it was quick work finding exactly where he needed to put his mouth and fingers. He groped, pinched, and grabbed her fearlessly, but never pushing too hard for more than a moment.

As his hand roamed up her back, it was with a sudden flourish he untied the back knot of her bikini. He nodded at her as if telling her to take it off. With the smoldering expectant look in his eyes, she regretfully lifted herself away from his head, away from his lips, and pulled the string around her neck over her head. She played with the tiny piece of fabric a little before she tossed it over her shoulder. He was caught off guard, if only for a moment, by her sudden attack on his mouth. Her hands slunk under his arms to feel how strong his back muscles were. She could feel them flex and tightened as his hands ran up and down her body. The closeness with a person she met less than a day ago made her feel alive.

Her heart pounded in her chest because she had no idea what to expect from the stranger. Ted's strength meant he could do any number of things to her, and that got her excited. His massive hands easily covered her tiny titties and they did just that. His palm was pushing her breasts in, squeezing the sensitive flesh while pushing the air out of her chest. A little bit of light-headedness intensified her senses, reminding her of her girlcum threatening to seep into her thighs. The roughness of his hands contrasted with her well-maintained skin. Tingles of pleasure rocked her body because his touch was so perfect. Not too hard, but definitely not too soft. She was so distracted, it took her a moment to realize his mouth was no longer on hers.

Her breathing got shallower as his mouth moved to her neck. Thin hairs from his face stung her delicate neck. She could feel he was breathing hard, clearly just as hungry as she was. His lips ghosted over her neck as heavy exhales sent shivers down her spines.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" She practically came on the spot as he snapped his lips onto her neck and suddenly started to suck. She could ever so barely feel the hardness of his teeth, but his wet lips were just the right amount of pleasure. She arched her head back, pushed herself closer. Her legs were locked around his ribcage, and her fingers were knuckled tight around his hair.

He let her go with a smug smile. As she caught her breath, she noticed he was sliding his trunks off. "You're pretty good... mister," she gasped out.

"You're really gonna get it if you call me old again," he said darkly. His face was consumed with lust, but she doubted it was any different for her.

She perked up immediately. Things had been going a little bit too peacefully. "So what are you gonna do about it?" She taunted.

Yumi was almost bowled over by how quickly he sat up. He caught her before she could fall of course. Pushing her ass down to his hips, she could feel her soaked bikini bottoms rest on his bare cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His mouth moved to devour her nipples. His wet tongue, grazing teeth, and heavy breathing robbed her of the ability to think. His hands palmed at her back, the splay of his fingers reminding her just how petite she was in comparison. He was attacking like a starved man. There was still a technique to his movements, but an edge of desperation really made her feel special. And that's what it was. She didn't care if Ted fucked a new girl every week if she got this kind of intense focus when she was the one in his arms.

Quite the contrary, it made her relax a little that she wasn't the first tourist to spread her legs for him. This man had likely been pounding and ruining Japanese women like her before she was born, and, well, experience certainly counted for something considering how quickly she had fallen apart in his hands.

"Ahhhhhhhh, shiiiiit, don't stop, don't stop," she was having fun, relaxing by screaming and cursing to high heavens. For the first time in a long while, she was able to forget about her worries.

Her world went white for a moment, the shock of everything just hitting all at once. He was fucking

brazen

, rubbing his naked cock all over her bikini bottoms while obviously leaking pre-cum.

Evidently, he could sense her doubt, but he kept pushing his advantage. With a last curling lick on her bright pink nipple, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her away. Not so far she couldn't feel his breathing on her saliva covered chest, but far enough she was left to grind on his thigh for relief before he locked her in place with superior strength.

Facing her weakest state, he asked, "Do you want me now?"

She nodded eagerly as she writhed in his grip. It was shocking how out of her depth she was, and how much deeper she was willing to sink.