When I relocated with my company from London to Tokyo I was introduced to Sita. I had been with the large, US-based law firm for five years and had been asked to set up a new team to advise Japanese and Asian corporate clients in bankruptcy situations. Looking forward to both the change of environment and a new challenge I was looking forward to the move. First, however, I needed to make a trip to the head office in New York for a planning session but also to meet with some of my new counterparts handling Japanese clients' relations with US firms.
It was January, and in New York the temperature had dropped below 20F and the city was covered in snow and ice. I arrived in the company's mid-town office and was greeted by colleagues I'd known for a long time. I was then taken over and introduced to the US-based Japan-team, my new colleagues. It was a small group and while I was shaking hands and trying to remember names, I noticed one of the girls in the team. We came face to face and she was looking me straight in the eye with the widest smile that made her face absolutely shine. She reached out her hand and introduced herself as Sita and continued to smile the happiest smile I'd ever seen. She was dark, south-Asian, probably in her mid-20s I guessed. I stared back.
She was fixing me with her big brown eyes, eyes that just radiated happiness. She was talking to me loudly and confidently about the group, their work, how they were organised, and I listened politely, made a few jokes which generated some laughter, but I was suddenly less focused on the team and their work and felt both happy and a bit excited about being around this girl. Her long, very long, black hair that almost reached all the way down to her waist, framed a face glowing with positivity and confidence. She was wearing black trousers to a regular office-white shirt. That classic formal business attire was a nice contrast to her lively, easy-going personality I thought to myself, and suddenly I realised how beautiful I thought she was. Now I couldn't focus on anything other than her. I wanted to continue to talk to her but reality imposed and everyone needed to get back to work. Team drinks, however, were decided for later that evening.
The crowd at the bar was big when I arrived and Sita was holding court at the centre of the table. She was clearly comfortable in a crowd, loud and demanding attention, and she got it. She made a point of introducing me to the group and I was glad she did. Drinks were flowing and I quickly felt as one of the team, listening to their stories about life and business in Japan, and sharing some of my own stories about London. After a while, the group moved on to a club, where more drinks followed and then more still. Sita was now paying alot of attention to me, moving up to sit next to me, and I obviously enjoyed it, encouraged it. The drinks made me increasingly relaxed but she was also very direct, not afraid of physical contact, frequently touching my arm for instance when laughing at one of my jokes.
Her formal office attire could not conceal her body shape. There were wonderful curves to look at: a fit waist, wide hips, and, I suspected a nice, round ass. The loose shirt concealed the shape of the breasts somewhat, but it was obvious that they were large, pushing against the shirt whenever she straightened up or moved. Sometimes I wondered if she did that on purpose. I responded to her physicality in kind, responding to every touch of the arm with some similar touch in return, thereby encouraging her. We danced. I pressed her body against mine, and she didn't resist at all, just smiled. We seemed to have stopped talking, and that made us both more conscious of how intimate things were becoming. The alcohol did its thing as well. The group around us had begun to split up and many had left.
We walked outside in the freezing night, and as I hailed a cab I offered to drop her off. She jumped in with me and as soon as the door was closed, and no colleague was around anymore, we began to kiss. It was aggressive, our tongues playing with each other and we pressed our bodies against each other. She gasped and I pushed myself closer, fumbling through her winter jacket, and finally I could feel one of those amazing breasts through her shirt. Oh, it was large and firm, bigger than my hand, and the nipple was hard and erect. She must be as turned on as I was! My head was spinning.
The taxi suddenly stopped. We were outside her apartment and the annoyed taxi driver interrupted us. She broke out from our embrace, pushed me away, put on her jacket again, told the driver off for being rude -- this was her style, I thought - and effortlessly paid the fare. We got out and walked across the street to her building, a simple nondescript redbrick four-story house. Her apartment was on the third floor. We walked up the bare stairs quietly, she in front of me, without touching each other but she kept turning around to look at me. She unlocked the apartment door and we entered a dark apartment. No one turned on the lights as the door shut behind us, but I could see it was just one living room with a kitchen in one corner, a small dining table in the other, a sofa and TV, and in the corner a door leading to what I assume was a small bed-room. The place was a mess: clothes on the floor, the kitchen table covered by pictures, books on the sofa.
Who cared. Once inside we turned to each other, embraced and kissed each other passionately now, both breathing heavily. I pulled off my coat, then hers and let them fall on the floor. Then I reached for her breast again, but now she stopped me, grabbed my hand and led me across the living room to that bedroom where a bed lamp was lit and we could look at each other again. The bedroom was small, with no furniture at all except a closet and a simple bed which took up most of the floor space. The bed was a mess. In the bare light of the lamp she began pulling my shirt off. Then she unbuttoned my trousers, button by button, and pulled them off. Then she sat herself down on the bed in front of me and pulled her own shirt over her head. I was now standing in front of her only in my underwear and looked on as she pulled off her own tight, suit-trousers. I stared at her body, her curves, the golden, light brown skin, her legs and above all those breasts, still trapped inside her bra. She was now out of her clothes, just a pair of white panties and the bra, and sat on the bed right in front of me.
Her hands reached out for my underwear and she pulled them down, just a little, enough to release my cock which now stood erect, full of blood, a few inches from her face. We looked at each other. Then she touched it, stroked it just a little and looked up at me with a smile - I couldn't get enough of that smile -- but then her look turned more serious as she looked at my cock. She held it in both hands and slowly, very slowly stroked it; gently from the base slowly out towards the head. I could feel her breath.
I felt impatient, pushed her down on the bed and lay down next to her. I tried to unbutton her bra but in the excitement I kept fumbling. She laughed and intervened, sat up, reaching back and unzipped it expertly and pulled it off. Now, for the first time I could take in the wonder of her naked breasts. They were firm, like two wide, golden-coloured teardrops down her chest. At the edge the nipples stood out, dark-brown, fully erect, displaying horniness.
I didn't lack experience with women but I had never seen a body like Sita's. I placed my head at her belly, just below the breasts so I was looking up at these two protruding mountains, and begin to lick the left breast from the bottom up. She responded instantly, tensed up and sighed loudly, and I let my tongue play with the left nipple first, licking around it and then sucking it hard. Looking up I could see it standing out, almost purple and I buried my face against her breast while continuing to suck on the nipple. She was breathing heavily above me, calling out my name and this excited me even more. I dragged my face across her chest over to the other breast, now taking in the other, softer nipple and felt happy to see it turn as erect after only a few strokes with my tongue. She was panting loudly and I let my left hand move down her body, down between her legs. There I felt the thick, bush of her pussy. She was very hairy and that turned me on even more. Sita sat up and pulled off her panties and for a moment she kept staring at me with an almost desperate look on her face as she threw them on the floor next to the bed. Then she reached forward and kissed me, gentler, more passionate this time.
I wanted to fuck her desperately, and it was obvious that she wanted it too, but quite eager for this to last I resisted and instead moved my face down so that it rested just above her pussy. There I let the strong aroma of her vagina fill my nostrils. She spread her legs. I moved down between them and pushed them a bit further apart. Then put my tongue into the lower end of her pussy, right at the open, and began to move my tongue slowly upwards towards the clitoris. She was so incredibly wet and I loved it. It sent shivers through my body; but now I wasn't in a hurry. Being so horny I wanted to explore all parts of her body. I slowly licked the lips of her pussy and after a little while, going deliberately slowly, reached her clitoris, placed my tongue on it and began moving it around in circles, gently first, but as her panting got louder, calling out my name, I pushed a bit harder. I moved my tongue over her clitoris in the shape of her name, as if I was spelling 'Sita' with my tongue, and she couldn't lie still, kept moving her upper body while panting hard.
All of a sudden she put her hands on the back of my head and ground my face hard against her clitoris while breathing loudly.
"Please lick me, please put your tongue inside me".
Her pussy was flowing with juices now and a wet spot had formed on the sheet beneath and the scent was very strong. I pushed my tongue into her hole as deep as I could, practically burying my face in her pussy, juices all over my face, and she yelled out my name before reaching for a pillow and burying her face in it.
Now I felt surprisingly relaxed and part of me felt like continuing, to see if I could make her cum. But now I wanted to fuck her. So instead I moved up to lie on top of her. Putting my arm underneath her neck so I could hold her in a firm grip, we kissed again. Then we looked quietly into each other's eyes while she reached out to grab my cock and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. I pushed in. We both exhaled, still staring into each other's eyes. Her pussy was so wet from her constantly flowing juices but it was still tight and I felt it firmly gripping my cock.
"Wow," I thought. "She's probably not that experienced. Just a pure natural. A horny girl, craving the satisfaction."
I held still while she was again writhing and moaning underneath me, uttering words in a foreign language I didn't immediately recognise. Then she reached around and grabbed my buttocks and pushed me deeper inside. I began moving more slowly now, in and out of her moist pussy, holding her steady in a firm grip. A sort of 'moisty' sound was heard every time I pushed into her pussy.
"Can you hear it?" I said holding still.
"Ohh yes, I can hear it," she sighed, her eyes almost closed.
"Isn't that amazing?"
"Yeah, baby, it is. I love it," she whispered.
Then on an urge I reached down and kissed her and pushed my tongue as deep into her throat as I possibly could. She was caught surprised and couldn't breathe, but it turned both of us on even more. Now we were fucking and deep-tonguing each other passionately.
Then she pushed me over.
