My name is Minami Blake. I'm thirty-two and married to a wonderful man named James Blake who is three years my senior. We met four years ago in Tokyo where I was working as a hotel receptionist and were married soon after. I moved to London and luckily found another job in the hotel industry. Before I get to the actual story I want to give you some background information.
James was staying at our establishment while he attended a conference in the city. I was immediately attracted to the brown-haired, blue-eyed foreigner as he checked in, but far too shy to do anything about it. Anyway, it was forbidden for staff to fraternize with guests and I couldn't risk losing my job or reputation.
It was the first time I'd wished a guest would show an interest in me but sadly James seemed rather reserved and did nothing of the kind. I was still living with my parents and that night, as I lay in bed in my tiny room, I'd fantasized about what it would be like being with a western man. I wasn't a virgin but I was far from experienced. I'd had two boyfriends but only had sex a few times with one of them.
It had been a rather unsatisfactory experience and I believed there had to be more to sex than that. In general, I found Japanese men disappointing and their attitude towards women annoying and old fashioned. My parents were worried about me and kept trying to introduce me to what they considered eligible bachelor but not a single one interested me.
I tried to explain to my parents that there was just no spark with any of these suitors and that I wanted more from a husband. My mother knew I'd had sex with one of my boyfriends and I'd told her it hadn't been at all fulfilling. She'd tried to convince me I was expecting too much and that in real life things were not like the stories in the romance novels that I liked to read when I was younger.
She then confided in me that her feelings for my father had only developed over time and that their lovemaking had never been anything remarkable. Since I'd inherited her physical attributes I shouldn't expect too much from a potential partner and be happy with any man that would be willing to have me. As you can imagine, this was disheartening and took away any confidence I had in my appearance or my ability to attract a mate.
As I matured, I just couldn't accept this. Sure, like my mother and grandmother, I had tiny breasts topped by overly large nipples but apart from that, I thought I was quite pretty and had an otherwise curvy and appealing figure. At school and whenever we'd visited a bathhouse, I'd been self-conscious of my flat chest, but plenty of other Japanese girls suffered from this genetic disadvantage and I couldn't believe all of them had loveless marriages and lacklustre sex.
During my studies at university, I'd briefly considered getting some surgical enhancement but after seeing the results on a fellow student with similar breasts, I quickly gave up that idea! I decided then and there that any man who only wanted me if I looked like something built by Frankenstein was not worth having.
Anyway, these thoughts flashed through my mind as I'd tried to imagine what James Blake looked like under his clothing. I'd only seen two naked men and one erect penis in my life. One was my father and, before you get the wrong idea, his wasn't the erection I was referring to! That belonged to the boyfriend that had taken my virginity. As we lived in such close quarters, our family often saw each other in various stages of undress, there was just no way to avoid it. When I'd been younger we'd lived in an even smaller apartment and I had to share the bedroom with my parents. In all that time I'd never actually seen them make love but I can remember hearing them a few times.
It was always at night when they thought I was asleep. I would hear them whispering, some rustling and then the sheets would begin to move. A few moments later my father would grunt and the movement would stop. Then my mother would leave the bed and go to the bathroom while my father rolled over and began to snore. Sadly, my experiences with my boyfriend had been very similar, except that we'd usually done it in daylight when my parents were out.
I'd always thought that, since western men were generally taller and bigger than Japanese men, they would also have larger sexual organs. In my mind, I tried to conjure up Mr Blakes penis. Would it also be white and bigger than the 10cm my boyfriend had been equipped with? As I'd pictured it in my mind my nipples had grown even bigger than usual and became very sensitive, I could feel my sex swelling and getting hotter and very wet.
I'd never felt this aroused before and my right hand slid between my legs as my left went to work on my nipple. The first touch made me squeal in delight at the sensations coursing through my body and I feared my parents would hear me and know what I was up to. I'd heard no reaction through the thin partition between our rooms and continued my self-pleasuring. I'd been stunned at how wet I was and when I moved my fingers about I'd bumped into something that made me gasp loudly in shock but also pleasure.
I'd very carefully explored this mysterious thing that had appeared out of nowhere, wishing I could turn on the light. Alas, this was not an option as my parents would have instantly noticed. Instead, I relied on my fingers and found that what I was touching was soft but stiff, about as thick as a pencil and 2 or so centimetres long. It was extremely sensitive and as I rubbed and squeezed it I was suddenly overcome by such a feeling of ecstasy that I couldn't stop myself from screaming.
A moment later the sensation was repeated and as I screamed again I felt my sex throb and then begin to squirt fluids all over my bedsheets. I swiftly pulled my hand from between my legs and covered my body with the wet sheets. A moment later the partition opened and I could make out the shape of my parents as they stood in the opening.
My mother had asked, "What's wrong Minami?"
The only answer I'd come up with was "I'm fine. I just had a terrible dream!"
I'd heard my father mutter something about watching too much television and then thankfully the partition closed and they'd returned to bed. As I lay in the wet sheets I realised this was what proper sex must feel like! If just thinking about Mr Blake had provoked such a response how would the real thing feel! I'd shivered in anticipation and excitement and it had taken me a long time before sleep finally took me.
The next morning I'd quickly removed the soiled sheets from my bed and was quite surprised that they didn't smell of urine, in fact, they'd had a rather pleasant musky odour! I thought I'd peed but now I wasn't so sure. Before leaving for work I'd filled and started the washing machine and planned to tell my mother that the dream had made me sweaty.
As I entered the hotel lobby and took up my position behind the reception desk Mr Blake appeared. My heart rate had increased and I tried to act normal as I smiled at him and said "Good morning sir, how can I help you?"
He'd returned my smile and I was so elated I didn't hear what he said! "I'm sorry, I didn't get that" I stuttered in embarrassment.
He'd looked slightly confused and then spoke slowly "I said, can you recommend some places to visit nearby? I have a free day and would like to see some of the city."
Images of me showing him around my hometown flashed before my eyes and before I knew what I was doing I'd blurted out "I can show you if you'd like."
What had I just done! If he complained to the manager I would be disgraced and fired on the spot. On the other hand, if he accepted my offer I'd have to explain why I was leaving work with a guest and the result would be the same.
"Are you alright miss? You look quite Ill?" he'd said with concern.
