After a bitter divorce, and the loss of my business, I went through all the usual depression stages as well as trying to kill myself. My life was shit, there was nothing much left in the world for me. After about a year of drinking myself stupid and generally stuffing the remainder of my life, I finally began to just exist from day to day, waiting for nature to takes its course and finish me off. I had lost everything, the house, the wife, kids, job, there was nothing left. I drifted from one place to the next; collecting unemployment and just trying get by and find my next drink. I guess I had also run out of friends, as no one in their right mind would want or need me around in my state of drunkenness and depression. I returned from 6 months of wandering around the countryside and decided to give my younger brother a call and see if I could use his spare room for a few days until my next "cheque" came through.
I had been there a few days when he mentioned that an Internet friend of his would be arriving in a few days from Japan, and that he needed the room, but I could stay if need be, but would have to sleep on the pullout divan. This was fine with me as it cost me nothing and it meant I had a roof over my head for a little longer. My brother had arranged to take a week off from work so as to show this friend around, but as fate would have it, his workload increased and he was not able to take the time off. As he was helping me out, I offered to return the favor and I offered to drive his friend around for the week.
When she arrived at the airport I was shocked to find that his description of her was indeed correct. Short and built like a Samoan, and not what you would call a "looker". That night the three of us sat around and chatted about nothing much, mainly asking her what she wanted to see and do as well as what class of places she wanted to stay at. As Japanese normally can only take 10 days off at a time, she said she wanted to see as much as possible and that she would pay all expenses and that she was just happy that she had her own personal tour guide. Little did she know that for me, this was like having a real job again, one where I could do almost what I please and be paid to travel.
The next day we set off in the morning and I took her into the city and she basically just did the usual tourist things, looking at the buildings, doing some shopping for gifts to take back home etc. The next day she wanted to see around the nearby parts of the city, so we decided to head out and make a full day of it. It was about 2 hours later when she bought up the questions about me, my ex wife, did I have a current girlfriend, etc. I told her that my life was pretty fucked up at this time and I was not financially or emotionally ready or able to think about a woman in my life yet. I guess she was shocked at my openness, because from that moment on she began every conversation with a sex based theme and how much she likes to fuck, and how she intends to enjoy as much sex as she can in her short trip away from home. I repeated my position as to a relationship etc., and told her that if she "wanted" a guy, then to just let me know and I would make myself scarce while she enjoyed herself.
As our travels took us a fair way from home, she decided it best if we just book into a hotel for the night and then we could continue on the next day. This was not a problem for me as I was a little tired, and as well felt like I needed to relax and have a few beers, catch the football game on the TV etc. She got a room with 2 singles and asked if it worried me, to which I said as long as it did not worry her. Also I mentioned that she would be safe as I had told her a few times that I was not looking for a woman. I could not tell her that she was just not my type and rather plain looking though, could I?
When we got in the room I went for a shower and lay back on the bed and turned on the TV to watch the big game. I was starting to unwind, laying back, puffing away on a cigarette and enjoying the first of a few beers I intended to have that evening. She finished her shower and came out and sat on the edge of my bed and began saying things like; "I guess you are pretty tensed up after all that driving, do you want me to give you a massage". Well a massage was certainly needed for I was feeling rather sore and I guess that as she was some sort of doctor back home little did I know at that time she was a cow vet), and she knew my feelings, then it would be quite ok with me. There was also the fact that for the last few years of my marriage, and since then, I had had trouble getting and maintaining an erection, so there would definitely be no sex here tonight.
I must admit that her hands were rather strong and the pressure on my back was well received. She told me to roll onto my back and she would do my arms and legs, so I obliged. When she was up close doing my arms she kept bringing her face close to mine, and that was getting me annoyed. I reminded her I was not interested and she said it was not a problem, and she continued on down to massage my feet and legs. I noticed that each time she moved to the tops of my legs she would manage to let her hands "over-shoot" and lightly touch my cock. This she did maybe 5 or 6 times. It was obvious by the way she kept doing this that she wanted sex, only I was not in the mood.
After another 10 minutes of this she took the next step and asked point blank if I wanted to fuck her and that she really needed and wanted to be fucked. I reiterated that I was not about to get into a relationship at this point in my life and that I was not mentally ready to get involved with anyone. She would not take no for an answer and next she asked if I wanted my cock sucked. Well this was getting too much for me by now so I just said; "Hey, I am going to continue to watch the football game and have a beer, if you want to suck it go ahead". I also pointed out that I did not want to get into kissing and cuddling etc, so she could do as she liked as long as she only touched from the waist downwards. I thought this would be enough to make her understand that I just was not interested in her, but was I ever wrong. She had my shorts around my ankles and was sucking on my cock before I finished my sentence.