You are at your computer, surfing the web half-heartedly, looking for information and the other half looking at this new porn site you found but you need to look up this info! But...just a minute..oh yeah! You are in a pleasant state of hardness as I knock on your door. Startled, you shut down that link and open the technical one as I walk through the door. You are again struck by me; my long hair and small figure, nice legs under the short skirt. You smile; a little harder.
We speak Japanese as we are on loan from our American schools and spending our last year in Japan. You are older than me and the only other American I feel I can talk to. You are teaching American Literature and History to the students. You don't prepare much, its mostly off the top of your head. I bow my head over my books until you acknowledge me. "Lexie-chan," you say with a welcome smile, "How can I help you?" In answering, I let the books fall from my hands and thump-thump-thump on the floor. Running to your side, I kneel quickly and reach to hug you around the middle, crying and speaking fast in English. You listen, something about the other kodachis, them being mean and this one guy but you don't catch it. You rub my back and make soothing sounds in my ear as I lean against you. I began to slow down and look up at you, tear-stained face and all. You cannot help yourself as you lower yourself to kiss me gently. I respond with all the willingness of a 18 year-old that has had a crush on you for months now.
Your hand moves to my breast as I pull myself up to sit on your lap. We are still kissing slowly as you open my shirt and push away the kodachi tie. Underneath, there is my black lace bra and your reach for it, releasing one from its demi-cup. You bend to nibble on it gratefully, its been awhile. You take it in like you need it, trying to engulf it all. I cry out in pleasure, as your other hand moves to my skirt and under, wanting to know how much I need you. You find the the line of my thigh and follow it up to my bare wetness. Smiling around my nipple, you wonder if I had this planned the whole time. No matter. It is going to happen now, there is no stopping it.
As you put a finger into me, then two; feeling me rocking on them, you hear the soft knock of your secretary. "Sir...?" she says.
You release my breast and put my shirt together, unbuttoned. "Yes..." You say, still working
inside of me--not wanting to leave my warmth. She begins to open the door! "No!" you say. "Why?" She asks politely. "I have a migraine and the light...owww owww!" She stops and says, she is done for the day and is going home. "Yes, that is fine. You have a good night," you say. She says the same, closing the door. She turns and thinks, strange American, shaking her head.
You hear her leave and shut off the lights. Still stroking me, I loved it but was quiet for you. No one is here now, you pick me up bodily and set me on your desk after withdrawing your fingers from me with a whimper. You push up my navy blue skirt, pass the stockings and garters and sure enough; nothing, not even a g-string. I smile at you invitingly, rubbing my breasts now. You can't help it as your mouth, your whole body wants to taste my sweetness. Reaching my pussy, you part me easily and enter your eager tongue in me. I wiggled on the desk, pushing myself closer to you, wanting more. You lap it up, alternatively tongue-fucking me and playing with my clit. It doesn't take much and I come into your waiting mouth; you welcome its juice. You suck on my clit softly, wanting to extend the orgasm for me and wanting more sweetness. After a few seconds of pleasure, I stop you by putting my finger between you and my clit.
