This is part one of my story about my first Japanese love. It will be an adventure of at least three stories. In the first part, I meet Miyuki and have dinner with her, but being somewhat of a douchebag, I end up fucking someone else.
Hope you like it, I am not an english speaking native, so bare with me on the grammar part.
The first time I saw Miyuki was in the restaurant about a year ago. She was a petite Japanese woman with very fashionable, but professional clothes and a demure attitude. She seemed about 19 or 20, poised, confident, yet somehow fragile.
She was extremely gorgeous and I watched her night after night waiting the tables.
Eventually, I started talking to her and found out she was attending a local university and lived with her mom and dad in an apartment nearby. I was 44, married, 6' tall, with a good build, but still, I was only a man and I found her.... intoxicating.
I love my wife and family, but I have had my share of hand-jobs during massages and had sex with lots of Vietnamese and Thai hookers when I traveled to Southeast Asia for work.
Those women were always dressed very sexy in short shirts or tight shirts, but Miyuki was the opposite, totally tailored, with a perfectly combed short black bob haircut and a tight sweater under her blazer with a long tight skirt. I could tell that her thighs were thin and firm and that her ass was very minimally shaped, round and inviting, and fairly big for her small frame, not black-girl-curvy but she pushed out her skirt a bit, nice and round, not very Japanese. Her waist was narrow, accentuating the size of her butt. Her body was strangely enough very western and not as boy-ish as most Asian girls.
She had wavy pitch-black hair, dark, Asian eyes, and a taste for makeup and mascara.
Every now and then she would wear long, slim pants and I loved how her butt-crack separated her round small cheeks.
Miyuki was fairly tiny and just made five feet, and her breasts, the size of small coconuts, and looked extremely balanced.
The first time I met Miyuki, my wife sat across the table from me, and the waitress, Miyuki, was extremely attentive, bending down lower and more often then she had to, showing me her delightful cleavage, probably unintentional. She was wearing either a very skimpy bra or none at all, because I could see her erect nipple poking through her blouse, or I was probably dreaming and reading in too much of the situation. 
Either way, I don't remember much about the food or about our dinner conversation because my thoughts were mostly lustful ones about her, and I left a much bigger tip than I ever dared mention to my wife.
During the year, I found out that she had to pay for her school herself since her mom and dad didn't have any money and this was the way she made her money.
Several times while fucking my wife I would imagine Miyuki's body and my cock would thicken and my pace would quicken and I always ended up having really huge orgasms. My wife really liked it, but I never told her that it was because I envisioned the tight body of a small Japanese girl.
One evening I asked Miyuki if she wanted to go to dinner with me, when my wife was back home, and I was on a business trip. You sicko, I wouldn't do that if my wife was with me. You perv.
Miyuki hesitated but agreed and two days later, I picked her up at the restaurant, she didn't want me to know where she lived.
Once we arrive at the Japanese restaurant, I, of course, offered to hold the door for her, well I did have an altering motive actually, watching her perfect ass as she walked through the door to the fancy restaurant.
Her black silk dress clung to the shapely mounds gyrating back and forth from the sway created by her high heels. Her thin and sheer black stocking legs looked so perfectly smooth. Her black hair cascaded halfway down her back and was so silky that the dim sconce lighting reflected from it as they passed each fixture. Although only a few inches taller than 5 feet, she seemed taller because of the perfectly proportioned shoulders, hips, and waist, AND her 4 inch stilettos, that nicely accentuated her sensual calfs.
Her oriental facial features that spoke of her Japanese heritage made her look 10 years younger than the 22 years old I knew her to be; a long, graceful neck with a tiny gold chain; small but firm breasts that boasted long, aroused nipples clearly outlined through the silky fabric of her dress. As I finished inventorying her assets, I followed the Japanese beauty to our table.
Over the next hour or we tried different foods, daring each other to eat the things that looked completely inedible, such as the miniature octopi in the salad bar. In comparison, the offerings at the sushi bar were delicious, and Miyuki taught me to use the chopsticks properly. It was not only an entertaining evening, it was also quite exotic.
We laughed together every time I took the two smooth bamboo sticks in front of me and gently picked up the tasty morsels. I added a sliver of ginger and a dab of wasabi sauce, dipped it in the soy sauce and raised it towards her mouth. Before it reached her lips, I couldn't help but notice how soft and full they looked as she opened them, ready to receive my offering. I must have been staring a little too hard because her next words were:
"Is anything wrong?"
Her words jarred me from my trance-like state but made me drop the sushi in the process. Fortunately, it landed right on the plate in front of her.
My dirty mind started to wander, as it actually does a lot.
"Steve-san, please! Please do not!" Miyuki pleads as my hands grab her jiggling tits.
"Please, we must not do this. Please, let me go, we're in a restaurant."
Her body trembles uncontrollably, realizing her utter helplessness and the hopelessness of her situation, but, she wants this.
Miyuki looks around and find that we're alone, then, with a nod of her head, Miyuki whispers an anguished "Hai."
Pressing the palms of my hands into her naked breasts, as she close her eyes in a complete capitulation.
Kissing her earlobes and neck, I fondle her globular mounds, pleasantly surprised by how her large nipples stiffens as they press against my palms.
A mewling cry escape Miyuki's lips when my lips latch on her breast and suck first one then the other nipple. Her substantial tips harden instantly in my mouth, and when I release them, Miyuki lets out a sharp cry as I suck, lick, and nip each of her burgundy cylinders until they jut obscenely from her swollen tits.
"No, nothing's wrong" I answered, coming back from my daydreaming.
"I was just zoning out for a second...umm, noticing how nice you look tonight".
Her lips slowly spread wide in a nice smile, as her face beamed.
"Why thank you, Steve."
Regaining my focus, I repositioned the chopsticks for a second try.
"Forget the chopsticks...just use your fingers."
"If you insist", I answered as I wiped my fingers with the napkin, and picked up the piece between my thumb and index finger.
Miyuki gently took my hand in her warm, soft hands and guided the sushi into her mouth. As her lips closed around it they also managed to embrace my thumb and finger. I felt a slight buzz at the base of my head, and a shiver ran through me as I felt the gentle warmth of her flesh envelop my own. With a smile on her face, she chewed the sushi, allowing a slight moan of delight to escape her lips in the process before she swallowed.
"Mmmmmm, that was very good, but your fingers are still dirty."
"No problem", I said as I reached for the napkin with my free hand.
She noticed the movement and then said:
"Oh, you won't need that."
With her hands still embracing mine, she locked her eyes on mine as she slowly, tantalizingly brought my soy-soaked finger to her slightly parted lips, enveloped it, and began sucking slightly, in a very teasing way.
"Hmmmm, much better than sushi. And now the other one."
She released my finger and moved to my thumb, surrounded it with those luscious lips, this time using the tip of her tongue to add to the sensation of wetness and warmth. Aaaaahhhh!
My heart started doing flip-flops, not to mention I was beginning to feel a stirring between my legs because of the sheer eroticism of what was taking place at our table in the crowded restaurant. 
I quickly glanced around the restaurant but noticed that no one else was watching, much to my relief. As I looked back into her eyes, all I could muster was a:
"Wow, Miyuki...that felt...uhhh...wow!" I laughed nervously as I shook my head.
She smiled deeply as she withdrew my thumb, causing a quiet "smack" as it exited her lips.
"Sounds like you liked that!"
"Yeah", I nodded in full agreement, not knowing what else to say at the moment, 
"That was hot, and I think you are stunning," I admitted.
Miyuki once again said thank you and then excused herself and got up from her seat. 

My eyes couldn't help but travel from her from high-heeled shoes, shiny and sexy, with long spikes to her ankles and to her calves and thighs...all encased in a sheer black stocking that hugged every curve of her slender legs all the way up to her taunt, teen-looking, ass.
I stared...and smiled! I think she noticed... she did that for effect!
Unfortunately, the dinner dragged out and Miyuki had to run home to her parents, since her curfew was midnight, leaving me with a raging hard-on.
Once I reached the bar next to the hotel, I saw a short Japanese girl dressed in a skin-tight short black Lycra mini-dress that showed off every inch of her petite slender brown body. It actually didn't look that different from Miyuki's dress
As usual, she was unfettered by the presence of any unwanted underwear beneath, or at least I couldn't see any trace of them, wearing classic high hooker heels. Her face was powdered with heavy make-up and her lips painted bright red. Her name was Akiko and she looked just like any other sexy hooker working in the bar.
Her whole body smelt of latex and sex mixed with her cheap perfume. It was very obvious that she was working here and available to service any whore-monger for cash.
Her face was flushed with drink and arousal. She leaned up against me and stared me in the eyes provocatively. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes shining.
"I like my guy horny for me," she said, direct.
"I will be big and horny for you. I have a very big cock," I declared, with my hand squeezing her ass hungrily.
Akiko had long black hair cut with a straight fringe that made her look falsely innocent and very desirable, especially when she batted her eyelids at any Western tourist with cash. And big cock.
But it was her wide voluptuous lips that were her sexiest feature, not Japanese at all.
Akiko laughed briefly, a husky and salacious laugh.
"We will see..." she replied.
"You're really hot. You'd like a big long white cock?"
"Yeah, I want to feel a big white cock in my Japanese cunt. You can take care of me, darling?" she said, looking at me sideways.
"You will be my bitch?" I responded.
