I left school at sixteen, at the time I'd just sold some computer programs to a couple of publishers - one of which offered me a job. It paid double what my father made and I'd be doing something I'd enjoy unlike him. Computers were my entire life from then on. I spent long hours at work with their projects then longer hours at home on my own. There was little time left to socialize, let alone relationships. There was promotions, these alienated me from my peers. I had a reputation of finishing projects on time no matter what it took.
That reputation was why I found myself - days before my nineteenth birthday - boarding a plane bound for Japan. A project was in dire trouble and they assigned me to try to rescue it. It would mean coding on site and training people to use it as I finished the project.
Japan was alien to me at first with a completely different food palette and customs that made little sense to me. For example, I was working on a building site. The shell of the building was complete but the interior needed work. Because it was a completed building, I had to remove my worksafe shoes at the door and put on slippers. I was not prepared for this and so ended up with slippers bought in Japan that needed the end cut off to fit my size twelve feet.
They assigned me an interpreter, her name was Chiya. She always dressed in business attire. Always a blazer with matching skirt and a blouses with a touch of flair to accent it. To this day still remember the first time I saw her, she had on a bright red blazer and skirt set, black tights and huge construction boots. She looked like a young school girl playing in mud as she scurried to keep up with her manager. But I digress, her story is not the one I'm telling here, there is a story to tell but that will be for another day.
On the day of my birthday, the people spent most of the day trying to get me to go out and celebrate with them but I felt uncomfortable with the idea and declined. Chiya made one last attempt at the end of the day, with a peck on the cheek and are you sure you want to be alone conversation.
I spent the early part of the evening doing what I usually did, working away. It was very late when I felt the pangs of hunger, so I headed out in search of food. I ended up in Thai restaurant that I had visited onmy first night in Japan. I walked in sometime after eleven.
The owner of the restaurant - Kim - remembered me from before and treated me like an old friend returning after years away. I usually shy away from this kind of attention but somehow Kim had me at easy and enjoying his company.
It was just past midnight when she came in, a little tipsy. Pleased to see Kim, she came directly to my table. After a brief exchange with Kim, she smoothly slipped into the chair beside me. Kim introduced us, her name was Ting - I learned much later that the name means slim, graceful and she definitely fit that description.
The chef delivered a bowl of sticky rice in a weaved basket and some plated dishes I couldn't name and the three of us chowed down as Kim kept the conversation flowing.
It slowly, subtly turned into a two way conversation with Kim toning down his exuberance and acting as the translator. She had a vocabulary of a few dozen English words, I spoke zero Japanese or Thai but somehow it seemed like this shy boy and the petite Thai girl where enjoying each other's company. Ting had a youthful charm about her, both in her look and in the playful nature of her body language. However in the quiet moments her face and eyes told you she was older.
Time came for me to depart for the night. Ting invited me through Kim to escort her home. Something I readily agreed to do - always be a gentleman my mother had told me. During the walk, she surprised me. We'd started the walk with her arm around my waist but as the walk progressed, her hand dropped the back pocket of my shorts. She hooked her thumb into the pocket then stretched fingers out across my ass cheek with the tips pushing into my ass. My ass clenched tight and I exhaled. She laughed but didn't move her hand.
At her apartment building, she beckoned me to come in with her and I did so.
In the elevator, I rested against the wall and she pounced on me, pushed her body against mine and on tippy-toe, she kissed me on my jaw line.
I lowered my head and we kissed on the lips. So soft, gentle, safe. She sucked on my lower lip. She then moved down and sucked on my neck, my whole body was tingling, my ass muscles clenched and I let out a soft moan.
She had her hand rubbing up and down the front of my shorts. It was a full on assault of my senses and my body tensed up while my hardening cock twitched in response.
We broke apart, startled by the loud ding as we arrived at our floor and the doors opened. She looked at me like I was her favorite dessert.
I on the other hand was slightly shocked at the proceedings and breathing heavy. Wondering how this evening was going to end.
She took my hand in hers and pulled me with some urgency from the elevator and down a dimly lit corridor to her apartment. There was a myriad of spicy smells in the hot sticky air. Intoxicating but not as much as Ting's urgency to get me to her apartment. She wanted us to be together and I just hoped I would be up to the task.
The apartment was very narrow but fairly long. You entered into the kitchen, along the left hand wall was the kitchen equipment and storage space. Beyond that on the left was a shower unit then a partial wall that separated that space from the living room.
The living room had a shelving space running all along the left hand wall with a TV sitting on it right in the middle of the room - it was turned on. The room was split in two by a wall of teddy bears in the middle. On either side of the cuddly wall was beds. Well a mattress on the floor with some pillows, no sheets. The whole room - no the whole apartment - was lit by the light from the television and two dim bedside lights, one either side of the teddies.
A girl appeared from behind the bears wearing what looked like mens boxers and a spaghetti strap tank that was far too big for her, leaving a her ample tits exposed. The girls talked briefly, while her roommate idly scratched her left breast.
What had I wondered into? Should I leave? Those are the first real tits I'd seen! Threesome? All thoughts running through my overactive brain. The feel of delicate fingers sliding around the back of my neck and pulling my head downwards snapped me out it.
Ting kissed me on the lips, her tongue dancing around my mouth like moth on a light bulb. I was a little disappointed when she broke away but was all smiles again when she directed me to lay down on the bed.
Propped up on my elbows, I watched to see what would happen next. She slowly undid her silky white blouse then let it flow gently to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra, I could see her small gently rounded breasts. Her nipples were prominent and raised by the small areola around them. My eyes must have popped a little in that moment because a huge grin appeared on her face.
Next she unhooked the top of her sky blue skirt, slowly pushed down the zipper down as she continued to drink in my obvious desire. She pushed the skirt passed her hips and let it drop to the floor. I covered my mouth in mock surprise, she laughed.
This five foot, five inch beauty stood before wearing just a plain white thong and white stockings that ended mid thigh. To this day, my cock stirs at the sight of white stockings.
The thong followed the skirt to the floor and I sucked in air. Ting flowed to the ground with a grace I've never seen since. This beautiful creature started crawling towards me, her long black hair brushing along the inside of my thighs. Each strand of air seemed to carry a small electrical charge that lit up my body with anticipation of what was to come. I had no clue how I'd gotten to be so lucky.
She licked her lips and smiled as her dainty hands pulled on my shorts and underwear. I lifted my hips to help her and in an instant, my cock sprang free - erect, the head glistening with precum.
With my lower body naked, Ting ran her nails up my legs from the base of my feet to the inside of my thighs. Her hand then cupped my balls and she leaned in and sucked one to her lips and then moved on to the next one. As my cock twitched, looking to attract the same attention my balls were getting for itself. She smiled at this and started licking up along the length of it.
Once at the tip, she first kissed the wet head and then lapped at the end like you do a melting ice cream. My hips spasmed upwards pushing my cock into her teeth. It stung a little as a tooth caught in the eye of my cock. I grunted, she laughed and then kissed the end to make it all better.
She started to kiss her way up my belly, chest, neck and chin. My cock was pushing up onto her, leaving a trail of precum as she worked her way up me.
Now her eyes were looking into my eyes, my cock was pressed against her with her pussy. I could feel a dampness down there contrasting the silky feeling of her stockinged legs against mine.
We kissed, tentatively at first like young lovers getting to know one another for the first time. The kisses grew with passion until we were going at it with wanton abandonment. She began to rock her hips, pussy massaging into the base of my cock - covering my balls in her sweet nectar. It was a miracle that I'd not shoot my load yet.
We broke from the excitement to remove my shirt. She ran her hands over my chest, making contact only with the tips of her nails, leaving little white lines trails. The trails stung a little but I craved more.
Her hands rested on my chest as she raised herself up off body. The only contact our bodies had was her warm hands on my chest and the cooler feeling of her stockinged legs against mine.
She paused, catching her breath and looking down into my eyes. Her hands moved up off me, pulling on my nipples as they did so. Then up, across her cheekbones and on through her long flowing hair, pulling it back behind herself.
Taking a hold of my cock with her left hand, she slowly lowered herself down on me. Her pussy was tight, warm and the muscles felt like they were sucking me into her. We moaned and sucked air in unison as she bottomed out on me.
"Big." she whispered, her face looking a little strained.
She started upwards slowly. My cock was soaked and glistening, I could see trails of her sweet juices flowing down her legs. My hips tried to keep up with her rise, I wanted to keep my cock in it's perfect new home. Her pussy muscles contracted around my shaft as if trying to hold onto its prize.
