Huge Fun In Osaka

I travel fairly frequently in my role as MD of a UK software business and today I found myself in Osaka for the first time. I'd left the booking of hotels to our customer who had put me up in a hotel near their offices which was to the east of the city, a traditional looking building in the hills commanding great views.

I was tired and probably didn't present myself well when I first arrived that Saturday morning at the hotel. I'd planned the early arrival to get a day or so to adjust to the hour, something I found I needed to do as I approached my 50's. Thankfully the receptionist spoke perfect English and she made the process of booking in seamless which included accessing my room straight away.

When I thought I was done she asked what I was going to do for the weekend. I was stumped as I was neither expecting that question nor had a I given it any thought. "I really don't know," was my honest answer, followed by, "resting ahead of work on Monday is important as is sampling your delicious food as is taking in the sights and sounds of the area. Any ideas?"

Ema, I could now see her name on her badge, thought momentarily before responding with, "my suggestion would be that you go to your room, freshen up, take a walk along this pathway (she passed me a map) until you get to this Temple. Ignore the tour, just walk around but you must go to the viewing spot where they have this cool display explaining the skyline. Then, come back here and go to this restaurant for lunch, I will book, have the house Ramen which is amazing. Then, back here where I'll arrange for you to have a massage in your room. For dinner I can make more suggestions. Tomorrow I would suggest a trip to the city and, if you like, I can include you on a tour we have organised for a small group of English speakers staying here. How does all that sound?"

My brain was still a little slow, I probably needed a coffee, but it all sounded great. "Well, it sounds wonderful Ema. Thank you so much. Will I need cash for any of those (I didn't carry much)?"

"I don't think so no. The temple is free, the ramen shop takes cards and it is very reasonable. Dinner, I can book in places that take cards and the trip tomorrow can be added to your hotel bill."

"And the massage?" I added.

"I'm sure you can work something out with the masseuse but she's very reasonable."

"Perfect and thank you again."

I was already feeling more alive as I wandered of to my room.

After a shower, a brisk walk and some amazing views I was feeling refreshed and ready for anything. The ramen at lunch was stunning and similarly left me feeling quite vital as I returned to the hotel.

I caught Ema's eye as I returned who walked around the desk to intercept me.

"So, I arranged everything for you. Dinner was tricky as it is busy around here on a Saturday but we can sort it here in hotel. You need to meet here in the foyer at 10am tomorrow for the tour. I recommend trainers as there's lots of walking."

"Thank you Ema." I didn't ask about the massage as I didn't want to appear to be eager and come across wrongly. My mind had been completely dominated by the idea of some exquisitely beautiful local lady massaging my body for 2 hours since I'd left the hotel. I just hoped whoever Ema used happened to be half as lovely as she was with her small, perfectly formed Japanese middle-aged body that looked athletic on first glances with tennis player calves and a flat stomach supporting a terrific set of breasts that seemed to defy gravity. It's amazing what your brain can think in a millisecond, all the above as well as a chastisement for being a dirty old man and overthinking a perfectly innocent, respectable offer to try something that the locals saw as normal rather than grubby.

"Oh, I nearly forgot, the massage lady will be at your room around 3pm so you may be have a chance to get a quick sleep."

"Great, thank you again Ema." I left for my room thinking that I needed to find a way to thank Ema before I left at the end of the week.

I took a quick shower, dressed in shorts and polo shirt and then lay on the bed, setting my alarm for just before 3pm.

Sleep came over me really quickly and the next thing I know I could hear a light knocking on my room door, interrupting a rather saucy dream I was having that involved a bed full of oiled Asian beauties.

Jumping up to answer it I panicked thinking I'd overslept. I must have looked a bit shell shocked when I opened the door as Ema started giggling as she took in my appearance then stayed almost in a bow, her cheeks flushing slightly.

I smoothed down my mop of hair with my hand then put my specs on, checking everything else was in order from my shirt down. Everything seemed OK apart from my shorts which were tented slightly around my crotch. My alarm then went off on my phone which was still by my bed, confirming I hadn't overslept but now wondering why Ema was here. I toggled the alarm off using my smart watch than beckoned her in.

"Come in Ema, is everything OK, you had me worried I'd slept through my appointment?"

"No, sorry, everything is fine, well almost everything. Unfortunately the massage lady has a family problem so she can't come." The disappointment that washed over me as she said those words was huge but I didn't want to let on. "But, I have a solution. I am trained also. My shift finished at 2pm so I went home to get all my stuff." She waved the bag in her arm as she said this last bit, my excitement levels returning to their previous high levels.

"That's very good of you but I don't want to inconvenience you. Are you sure?" I hoped I conveyed that line genuinely as I didn't mean a word of it.

"Thank you but I would like to do this for you. You looked tired this morning, not so much now. I need to practice...not that you will be a guinea pig. I am professionally trained, I just haven't massaged professionally in a few months."

"Guinea pig or not, I'm happy if you are."

"Ok, let's do this. First, I'm going to put some towels on the bed for the oil and then I need you to get undressed and on the bed."

"Undressed? Everything?"

"Yes, it's better with everything off. Don't worry I've seen plenty of naked bodies before."

"Ok." Not like mine is what I was thinking. I whipped my shorts and top off quickly then shuffled on to the bed whilst Ema busied herself with her bag. I checked the coast was clear before pulling my cock upwards towards my navel rather than allowing it to push out from beneath my balls. I didn't want to offend or scare the poor women.

In case you are wondering, I am a fairly normal looking 40 something kind of guy with a mop of salt and pepper hair, glasses on a face that's weathered a few rugby games but now prefers cycling and swimming which has changed my physique to a lean-ish one with big thighs and broad lats. A love of food stops it all becoming too much. All ok and normal until I disrobe when it becomes clear that I do have a very large penis. I commanded the changing room back in the day but these days I prefer cubicles to avoid the stares. Whilst every schoolboy's dream is to have a massive cock the reality is that most women run a mile and, particularly in the teenage days of random hard-ons, wearing cloths that shield it from sight are a must. I'm about 7 or 8 inches soft and a full foot long when aroused. I'm mostly wider at the bottom, about the same as a beer can, with a flared head that's pronounced when hard as I'm circumcised, and a chubby bit in the middle that's almost as wide as the base. My balls don't look massive in comparison but I'm told they are also a lot bigger than normal. The large volume of cum I produce hasn't really changed with age, with one ex-girlfriend remaining as a friends with benefits mainly, I think, because she loves the sensation of a double shot of spunk jetting on her face, down her throat or up her pussy. She was the exception...most run for the hills. Let's hope my cock remained asleep or that Ema has a strong constitution.

I couldn't see as my head was pressed into the hard bed but I felt Ema climb on to the bed, followed by her shuffling over until she was next to my waist before I felt warm oil being dribbled on to my upper back. I'm not going to provide a commentary on every movement her hands made but it became clear that this young woman knew what she was doing. My back gets tight from swimming, tensing up over my handlebars when trying to keep up with my cycling buddy, computer work and driving and Ema was able to make it all feel loser and freer. Having worked down my back to include the top area of my buttocks Ema than worked up from my feet. She probed the soles of my feet first which felt amazing and then she worked up my legs, focusing on my calf muscles before getting to my thighs. I never stretch and I know these are tight and they do cause me problems. What I didn't appreciate was how painful a deft knuckle could be as it tried to make them more supple.

"You are very tight here. I can help but it may hurt a bit."

"More than now?" I felt such a coward for asking but, in truth, the pain was real and very unpleasant.

"I try not to hurt but let me know if you feel like you are dying at the hands of a little Japanese lady." She delivered this last line cheekily and, to emphasise, as she ran her knuckle hard up outside of my thigh. The pain was something else but it didn't last. She did the other leg and then sent me in to a blind panic when she lifted my leg, with me still lying on my front, resting the leg at her waist eight, such that the hip of the lifted leg came off the bed whilst she massaged under and around my whole leg. This felt really good and, alarmingly, my cock agreed and started to fill. Thankfully it was still trapped under my belly but, once Ema swapped sides, my cock found freedom and I felt it start to wave around under me.

I don't think Ema noticed but as she dropped back my leg on to the bed my now free cock pushed down between my legs so it would have been obvious.

Nothing was said but every time her hands went around my thighs her fingers brushed against the shaft. I think my cock was getting in the way as Ema push my legs further apart allowing her to get her hands all the way around and under my thighs.

My heart rate had fallen and I focused on the strokes she was now making to the now very relaxed upper thighs. Panic and then relief washed over me as she said, "time to turn over so I'll get you a towel."

I kept the thick towel pressed to me as I rolled over then secured it over my cock. Whilst I hadn't gone completely soft the darn thing was behaving.

The order of service now I was on my front was similar in that Ema started with my arms, then upper torso before moving down towards my waist ending with a massage of my stomach that, regrettably, caused my friend to wake up again. Whilst it was stirring under the towel Ema then moved to start at my lower legs before sitting herself between my legs and then taking each leg through a series of manoeuvres that seemed to be stretches for the back of my thighs and calf. These finished with her pushing from the knee my leg, bent at the knee, out at a right angle.

This final movement on the left leg allowed my cock to shift from under my towel to fall down on the side of my thigh so when she mirrored the movement on my right I was presenting my cock in all it's hard veiny glory to Ema, shielded from my own embarrassment by my slightly raised legs but very aware that Ema will have seen my long cock dancing around before he.

I decided to break the ice with, "I'm sorry Ema, it has a life of its own. I hope I haven't offended you."

"I am trained to know that this happens, it's almost inevitable with some of the stretches. I don't think I've ever seen one this big before though. I've only really seen native penises. Is this normal for guys in your country?"

"Ema, I'm not an expert either but I know what I have isn't normal. Honestly, it's been the bane of my life and I'd love something average. I've had everything from girls screaming, some running away and others accusing me of being a freak. There's been a few women brave enough but only one who came back for more. I'm sorry if I have embarrassed you, but that was honestly an amazing massage and I apologise it ended with my friend here spoiling the mood."

I looked at Ema who was still looking down at my now, slightly less turgid dick. Maybe I was imagining things but there was a wistful look about her. I started to raise myself up only for Ema to firmly push me back down on to the bed.

"You misunderstand me. I am not going to runaway and, no, you have not offended me. If I am honest I think your penis looks amazing and it is making me feel curious rather than frightened. May I touch it?"

"Oh. Of course", I stammered.

I watched intently as her tiny hand curled around the middle of the shaft, her fingers failing to get near to each other.

"It is so hard yet so warm. I love the big vein her down the middle, reminding us that this is a part of the body. Other ones I've felt haven't been this solid."

"To be fair Ema I am quite turned on right now. There's something incredibly powerful about a beautiful woman holding your cock, examining it, looking at it longingly rather than with fear."

"I can stop if you like," she said, smiling, "or I can carry on examining it?"

"I'm a big fan of examinations Ema."

"Me too."

Ema tried to move her hand up and down, I noticed how little the skin moved as she did so, and then reached for the massage oil only to think again and put the oil back.

"I don't like the taste of massage oil", Ema stated before bending slightly down to lightly lick the helmet of my cock.

"You taste better than oil. Clean but tasty also."

Ema changed from licking to sucking the end of my cock. I could see that she was having to opening her mouth widely to get my bell end in. The feeling was sensational and I watched silently as Ema, with her eyes shut, started to get lost in pleasuring me with her mouth. I don't ever expect to experience deep throat but having the top portion of my cock, licked, sucked and seemingly adored was a very erotic experience.

I stroked Ema's hair gently which prompted her to look at me with her soft, dark almond-shaped eyes and form a sort of smile with lips that were taut around my cock.

I wasn't going to come like this but it did feel amazing. I kept stroking her beautiful long dark hair, then I moved to include her shoulders and neck, trying to be as gentle and sensual as I could whilst forming the idea that I'd love to return the favour.

Eventually I built up the courage to break the silence and asked, "Ema, would you let me return the favour and let me lick you?"

"I would like that yes but right now I want to carry on sucking this amazing thing."

"You don't have to stop Ema. We can 69."

"What is 69?"

"It's where you sit over my mouth so I can lick you whilst you suck me."

"Ah ok."

Ema almost bounced up on to the bed and in a whirlwind removed her traditional massage outfit and then the set of sports underwear she wore under it. We'd skipped straight past kissing and were well into heavy foreplay which felt a little cold but this was all forgotten as she lowered her pussy on to my lips and then resumed sucking my cock.

I used my tongue to part the short soft bush that adorned her pretty pussy before using it again to lick gently form top to bottom, around and around until her flower started to open slightly, allowing the deep dark pink of her pussy to peak through the open dark lips. She smelt and tasted amazing and she emitted a sexy groan as I breached her pussy more fully with my tongue, fucking her gently and then swiping the tip of my tongue over her clit. I was experimenting sucking, licking and nibbling on her lips, clit and then her anus. I found I got the best response when I started to treat her pussy as if I was French kissing her with the odd suck on her clit. I knew this strategy was working when her thighs started to tighten around my head, she stopped sucking and then I was rewarded with a gush of warm, sweet juices rolling in to my mouth. Ema slumped slightly, resting her head on my groin as she gathered her breath, all the while her hand continued to wank me gently.

I patted her arse, signalling my intention to move. Ema swung her legs and I swivelled around so I was now face to face with her. I stroked her hair then moved some of the locks obscuring her face before kissing her softly on the lips.

"That was lovely," I told her. I stroked her from her head down to her bottom before leaning in for another kiss. This kiss got more of a response from Ema and soon we were pressed side on to each other kissing passionately as I ground my now very hard cock into her abdomen. Ema was clutching my head with one of her hands which she then moved as she stroked me down my back. Ema then stopped kissing me, looked me in the eye and said "I can feel your cock nudging my boobs." She then rolled slightly away from me and took her hand and felt my cock and her body from the base of my cock which was broadly aligned with her pubes, tracing the length up her body until the tip where it stopped just beyond the mark where her bra had been, just under her breasts.

"You could fuck my heart if you pushed this all the way into me" she said as she looked at me before kissing me again.

"I don't want to hurt you Ema. I'd treasure this moment if you'd like to call it a day."

"Not a chance big boy. I owe you one brain numbing orgasm and, being a competitive kind of girl, I want to be one of the ones who doesn't run. In fact, I want to make love to you, now, if that's OK?"

"Of course that's OK. I suggest you start on top, that way you can control how deep I go."

Ema, moved to straddle me, sitting down first on top of my legs with hers either side, then rubbing her pussy lips up and down the length of my cock, getting me super hard again. Ema released my cock which throbbed between upright and 45 degrees, the veins pulsing in readiness. Ema got to an almost standing position before bending her knees outwards to lower herself whilst grabbing the end of my cock so that she come aim it. Her lips kissed the top of my cock, their slickness allowing them to open over the end as she descended slowly until the head of my cock was fully in her.

"How is that I asked?"

"It feels amazing. An old boyfriend once tried to fist me and this feels a bit like that did but much better."

I don't know what happened next but Ema jumped up as if she'd stepped in hot water, my cock springing out of her as she did so, pushing her fingers in to her pussy then checking them on the way out.

"Are you OK Ema?" I asked, worried I'd hurt her.

"When the head pushed in further it felt like something went pop. I think it was just your big helmet pushing inside past a muscle or something."

"Don't hurt yourself Ema. Please."

Ema reinserted me and slowly pushed down until a similar point. This time she let out a low groan and shuddered before moving a little further down. I looked at our junction and could see how tightly her pussy lips were stretched around my shaft. It looked like she had about half of me inside her. The most anyone had taken was about 9 inches but they weren't a 5 foot 4 Asian with a slight build.

Ema was gentling fucking herself on my cock, mainly by rolling her hips up and down, whilst she looked down at me. I longed for a more intimate approach but I was consumed with the sensation of her tightness moving up and down me as I stroked her leg. The thrusting started to increase in frequency and I got the sense Ema was now chasing another orgasm. Indeed she started to shudder and then cry into her shoulder as she wailed around on the end of my cock.