I have been living in the States for 15 years, having decided to leave Japan in my early 20s to start a new life away from the social restrictions of my home country. Since arriving, it's been a journey of discovery, learning about who I am, what I want and giving myself the necessary self acceptance to explore life. Enrolling in art school in San Francisco accelerated the process as I was surrounded by free spirits unafraid to express themselves through art or other means. An environment like that naturally fosters creativity and freedom and I fit right into the culture.
My name is Nari, now 38 years old living my perfect life. I'm 5'3", weigh 108 pounds with long dark hair that reaches the small of my back. I have oval almond eyes and high cheek bones that narrow to my thick red lips. Despite the smallish size of my 34b breasts, they are very sensitive, with long dark nipples that protrude through most fabric if I'm not careful. My natural erasers force me to wear padded bras at work or else I receive too much attention. While at first embarrassing, my nipples have become a source of pride, as I'm able to weaponize them when the situation is called for. I was blessed with a round full ass unlike most Asian women whose asses are often flat and not particularly shapely. My ass may be my greatest feature - it certainly receives a lot of attention from both men and women alike. I've never been a fan of too much body hair so I keep my small Asian pussy nicely shaved because I love the sensual, clean feeling when I'm aroused and it starts to leak.
During my early days in art school, I discovered how submissive I was, especially for strange, thick, white cock. I would go clubbing, first with my girlfriends then by myself, to experience the thrill of being desired, then controlled. I had no idea that being called a slut and being commanded to perform would turn me on the way it did. At first, it was difficult to reconcile in my mind, my body at odds with my head, but the pleasure won out and I embraced my new found lust for adventure. What I didn't expect, however, was that my submissive side would soon infiltrate the rest of my life.
Fast forward fifteen years, I was married (to an Asian guy despite my attraction to the white cock) and living the American dream. I bought a house on the west side with a wrought iron fence (a picket fence doesn't exist in the city) and a two car garage. As much as I loved art school, I realized that it's difficult to make a living selling paintings so I decided to shift gears and find "a real job", entering the healthcare field. Everything was perfect except for the fact that my sex life wasn't fulfilling. I often thought about my time in San Francisco, the club scene and submitting to someone else for pure pleasure, and would touch myself to the memories. But that's not life, right? You have to grow up and move on, don't you?
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Three months ago, the company I work for hired a new regional manager named Linda, a tall blonde bombshell, the epitome of an alpha female. While her looks are striking - large breasts, small waist, tight ass and long legs - it's her presence that sets her apart. She commands attention seemingly without effort. In meetings it's clear who's in charge. She's not the overbearing, gotta act like a male to compete with the males type of female boss. She's every bit a woman, engaging, organized and intelligent, yet feminine, soft and approachable. There's just this aura surrounding her and everyone seems to notice it. She even looks the part, preferring short skirts, silk blouses and high heels (Jimmy Choo seems to be her go to choice) to power pant suits.
I had just finished lunch at my desk, when I received an email from Linda, asking if I had time to meet that afternoon. Meet? I didn't even know that she knew my name. I was understandably nervous wondering if I did something wrong, messed up a report or forgot a deadline. Of course, I replied. As the meeting time approached, I walked to her corner office and knocked sheepishly.
"Come in," Linda responded in her Demi Moore like gravelly voice.
"You wanted to see me, Linda?" I asked.
"Yes, Nari, please have a seat," she said with a big smile, pointing to the couch on the other side of her office. "I appreciate you finding time for me. Just wanted to spend a few minutes with you, check in and get to know you better."
She sat down next to me on the couch, her skirt riding up her tan thighs, her hands resting comfortably on her knees. It was hard not to notice how fit her legs were, likely the result of regular exercise. Being this close to her only underscored her aura. It was intoxicating.
"Ah, absolutely," I stammered nervously. "What can I tell you about myself".
"Why don't you start with that beautiful name. Nari. That's so different. So exotic. What's your background", Linda asked.
I spent a few minutes explaining my family history, decision to come to the US in my early 20s, changing careers and settling into my new role.
"Wow, that's fascinating. The courage it must have taken to leave everything behind and start a new life in a new country. I can't imagine," she said. "Being so beautiful must have made the transition easier."
"Thank you for the kind words but I'm certainly not beautiful. Not like you. I mean, look at you. You must work out regularly to maintain that type of figure. How do you find the time with all your responsibilities?" I asked.
"Oh, please. I do like to exercise. I make it a priority every day and mix it up - running, yoga, Pilates. When I feel good physically, I feel good mentally. But I'm not here to talk about me. I want to learn more about you. Japanese women are so gorgeous. That porcelain white skin, dark eyes, petite bodies. You must get lots of attention," Linda pressed.
Her praise was beginning to get to me. I've always enjoyed the attention of attractive people and Linda certainly qualified. I began to feel a familiar tingling between my legs as my nipples hardened under my lace bra. Thank God I had enough padding under my blouse!
"I used to get attention but that was in my early 20s. I guess I had to grow up at some point." I laughed.
"I bet you get plenty of attention still, Nari," she said placing her hand on top of mine as she leaned in closer to me.
My head was beginning to spin. Wait, is she flirting with me? Or is she always this nice? Her hand was so soft and feminine it forced me to look down at her long slender fingers capped off with fire red nail polish. I didn't know how to react to her approach. She's the boss after all. Is this normal?
After what seemed like an eternity, Linda sat up straight, removed her hand and said, "Well, it was so nice to finally and formally meet you, Nari. I noticed you when I first started working here and have been wanting to get together ever since. I have to get back to work now but we should spend more time getting to know each other. And you can't say no because I'm the boss so you have to do what I tell you, right?"she laughed.
"Of course. Anything you say," I blushed.
Later that afternoon, I was reviewing medical cases at my desk, pleased that I had something else to finally focus on when our internal messaging system beeped.
"Drinks tomorrow afternoon. 6pm"
It was from Linda. What? Did she mistakenly send this to me?
"I think you might have made a mistake. Was this meant for me", I typed.
"No mistake, Nari. It's for you. Let's continue our conversation over drinks. No saying no"
"Um. Okay. Where should we meet?"
"Meet me in the lobby at 5:45pm tomorrow. I have a reservation at the new restaurant across the street. Wear something sexy. Lots of good looking people go for happy hour. I want you to shine"
Unsure what just happened and why the interest in me, I shuffled through my closet that evening trying to find something that would meet Linda's definition of "sexy". Although my club dresses still fit my trim figure, they were not appropriate for this occasion. Linda was so attractive, I couldn't imagine what I could wear to "shine" so I went with something classic - a black mini skirt that showed off my shapely legs, black high heels, black thigh high stockings that ended right above the hemline of the skirt and a black silk blouse that cut low enough that you could see the tops of my breasts. To add a little color, I selected a purple bra and thong set that always made me feel sexy. Sexy bordering on slutty, but that's what she requested.
The next day seemed to drag on forever, my mind toggling between work and thinking about Linda. Why me? What's this about? Mercifully, 5:45pm rolled around and I took the elevator to the lobby to meet the boss. As the doors opened, I could see Linda across the lobby, sitting on a couch, talking on her cell phone, all smiles. Her legs were crossed at the knee, which only highlighted her muscular calves and thighs. She wore a designer dress, also black, well above the knee, with a v neck collar that accentuated her large breasts. Wow. She would look good in a garbage bag, I thought.
As I approached, Linda was ending her call, " Nari, Wow! You look stunning. You're going to be the center of attention tonight. No one will take their eyes off you!"
I blushed not knowing exactly how to respond to her. "Thank you. Thats so kind of you to say," I managed.
The restaurant resembled a small night club, an intimate setting with private booths lining the walls under very dim lighting. The majority of the patrons, mostly male, surrounded the bar grouped in small clusters of well dressed professionals talking loudly about their latest conquest whether in work or in their personal lives. Rather than join the fray, Linda chose a circular booth at the back of the restaurant, far away from the clamor.
"Too much testosterone for my liking. I prefer a more intimate setting," she smiled. "I can't listen to another M&A story or about the hottie they had last night."
The waiter arrived as she slid halfway around the semi circle making a point of being closer to me than one would expect for a business meeting.
"Two glasses of your best champagne, please," she ordered in her confident manner.
As the waiter left, I explained my issue with alcohol. "I'm sorry but I really can't drink. My body doesn't process it well. I'm allergic, get the Asian glow and end up a little tipsy, too."
"Oh, Nari. I'm sure a sip or two won't hurt you. And if you get a little tipsy, I promise to take good care of you," she winked.
When the champagne arrived, we toasted to new friendships and new adventures (her words) then engaged in small talk. As we sipped our drinks, I began to feel the alcohol kick in, allowing my body and mind to relax. While I would usually be concerned being this way in front of my boss, in this case, it felt warm and comfortable in her presence. Soon we were laughing and giggling like old friends exchanging stories about growing up.
After one particularly amusing anecdote, Linda looked at me in a slightly more serious fashion and said,"I have a confession to make. I noticed you from day one. You were in my first staff meeting, sitting in the back of the room. I thought oh my God who is that? I have never seen anyone that sexy. The look on your face? Those lips? I'm very good at reading people. It's helped me get to where I am today. And with you, I just knew."
"Just knew? Just knew what?" I responded.
"I knew you were a slut. I could see it in your eyes. I could almost smell it on you. You give off this scent, like your body craves pleasure," she said.
I was taken aback, didn't know how to respond. How did she know that? I hadn't given in to my desires ever since I said I do 8 years ago. Yes, I had those feelings, occasionally practiced self love for relief, but how could anyone see that?
"That's not true. I'm not like that. I'm happily married," I said defensively.
