First, let me start out by saying everything you are about to read is one hundred percent true and factual as I remember it. I've tried to include every little detail that comes to mind when I replay these events over in my mind. And trust me, I replay them often and frequently.
I had been messaging Michko for the last couple of days leading up to my arrival in Omaha. It was hard to concentrate on anything else during my three-hour drive from KC. She was just that kind of woman, and I always enjoyed partying with her. And party was all we ever did together. I thought she was a very attractive Japanese woman, and if I had to guess I would say she was in her upper 30s or lower 40s. So basically, my age. She came across as a little chubby at first, but once I saw her naked, I realized she wasn't chubby at all. Just shortish with big tits, a thick ass, and shapely legs.
We had actually met four years earlier on my annual trip to Omaha for work. I had finished my dinner at a local steakhouse and noticed a little nightclub across the street. Even though I'd already bought myself a six pack of beer, I convinced myself to get a couple of drinks there. I hadn't ever really given Omaha's nightlife a chance in any of my previous trips up there, so why not try some place new.
I walked in and Michko was literally the first person I saw as soon as I walked through the door. She was in line with a couple of friends waiting to pay the cover and I stepped in line behind her. She started the conversation and really, she kept it going through four drinks. She got me to join her on the dance floor and then convinced me to go with her to her friend's house after, even though I had to work early the next morning.
I ended up spending the night with her at her friend's house, waking up just to have sex a couple of times through the night whenever one of us woke up the other on the small couch. After my three days of working and two nights of partying with Michko, I returned to KC and we kept in touch. We didn't stay in constant communication, but short text message exchanges here and there until the next November when I would return for three more days.
This year she told me she had a surprise for me and she wanted me to text her once I was settled into my hotel room. As I always did, I stopped at that local steakhouse for dinner and then headed to my hotel room. As soon as I got settled in, I texted her the hotel name and my room number. About twenty minutes later I heard a knock on my door and knew she had arrived. I was curious what the surprise would be, but assumed she was going to take me to a bar, club, or friend's party and give it to me there.
I opened the door and I wasn't too surprised to see she was with a friend. I did notice her friend was an attractive brunet about the same height and build as Michko, but clearly a few years younger. Her ample cleavage certainly caught my eye as she passed by me to enter the room while I held the door open. Michko walked over to the chair across from the TV and put her purse and coat down on the it. Then she walked right up to me, reached her arms past my neck, one on each side, and stood up on her tippy toes to give me a kiss.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close as I returned the kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth. We kissed passionately for a few seconds and then she pulled away gently and smiled at me.
"This is Riley," she said gesturing with a head nod. "Surprise."
Then Michko dropped to her knees and Riley stepped right up, and in the exact same fashion as Michko, reached her arms past my neck and leaned in to kiss me. I, in turn, wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, just like Michko, and kissed her. Slipping my tongue into her mouth just as I had Michko a few seconds before, only this time the taste of cigarettes shot across my tongue. Fortunately, the cigarette taste faded relatively quickly, or at least my brain shoved it aside quickly.
