I first met Sachi at a conference. She was doing Japanese-English interpreting for some of the attendees, and I was playing a concert. We both really liked each other right away, and began an email correspondence within days of the conference. We found each other online and did a lot of instant messaging along with the emails.
I knew I really liked her, but I didn't hold out high hopes for a relationship. I'm not into lying in order to get somebody in bed with me, and I didn't hide the fact that I don't do monogamy and have a fairly adventurous lifestyle by most any standard, certainly by most Japanese standards.
However, nothing I said seemed to scare her off, and within a few weeks we decided we not only wanted to see each other again, but we wanted to have sex. When I was able to make it to visit her in her temporary American home town of Seattle, she met me at the airport. The atmosphere between us was absolutely electrified.
My attempt to kiss her on the bus, though, was rebuffed. These kinds of public displays of affection, I discovered, are strange to Japanese culture. At the time, though, I thought perhaps Sachi was just extremely reserved.
I thought it quite likely that this reserve would also be with her when we were in bed. I had asked her in our instant message conversations about her past sexual relationships. She said she had been in only two, and she was close to thirty years old. When pressed by my very non-reserved line of questioning one day, she admitted that she had never had an orgasm during sexual intercourse.
I didn't know what to expect, and I figured Sachi was probably not the sort to have multiple orgasms, but that's OK, we liked each other a lot and that's enough. When we got to her apartment, we went pretty much immediately to her bedroom and laid down on her bed. Within a few minutes I asked her to take her clothes off.
If she was taken aback by my forwardness she didn't let on. She began removing her clothing. She was lovely. She insisted that she was fat. Perhaps by Japanese standards she was slightly overweight, but by American standards she was downright athletic, with just the suggestion of a love handle around her waist.
Athletic she was, in fact. The first article of clothing she removed was her baseball cap. She was an avid baseball player.
It was afternoon, and although Sachi had dutifully taken her clothes off she was shy, and she got under the covers right away. I did, too. I lay beside her. She was clearly excited, and had no idea what to do with herself. I kissed her lips, and she tried to respond, but she had no idea how to kiss. Maybe they don't use their tongues in Japan, I thought.
I started kissing other parts of her body, enjoying the smell and taste of her olive flesh. When I reached her breasts, and her nipples, I was pleasantly surprised to find how extremely sensitive they were. The slightest touch with my tongue would evoke an involuntary quiver, and any sustained attention, licking and sucking, would cause gasps of pleasure.
By the time I reached her pussy, she was drenched. Her clit was just as sensitive as her nipples, and she came within a minute or so. She seemed to be a bit embarrassed by all this attention, and she gently began to pull my face up towards her face. Facing her this way, I entered her, and she voraciously took in every centimeter of my cock.
Sachi is a small woman with a tight pussy, but she was more than up for the task at hand. She was quite clearly enjoying every bit of me, getting wetter by the second, moaning with pleasure, legs spread wide.
Feeling the way she was responding to me, it suddenly occurred to me that perhaps the reason she had never come during intercourse before was because the two lovers she had had before were both really lame. It was our first date and I didn't want to go too far, but I got the impression that going too far might be difficult to do. I got up on my knees and began fucking her hard.
Sachi was making very excited noises now, noises that said to me two things very clearly: I've never done this before, and I really, really like it. Within a minute or so, she was making a sort of crying-laughing sound that would eventually become very familiar to me. This was the sound she always made when she was having an orgasm.
So quickly, she had had her first intercourse-induced orgasm. She then became limp, and wanted me to come back down on top of her, to be close to her. I was more than happy to oblige.
"I thought you didn't come during intercourse," I teased her.
"I didn't think I did," she said shyly.
This was to be the beginning of long romance, and in particular, a very intense first few days together. We spent much of our time in bed. When not in bed, we spent most of our time wandering around the parks of Seattle, and visiting a large sample of the Japanese restaurants in town. She was a big fan of her native cuisine, as was I, so no problem there.
I find that with many new sexual partners there is a learning curve. It takes me at least a few days to really figure out what someone likes and doesn't like, what really turns them on. With Sachi, though, it took literally a matter of minutes.
From that first orgasm on, I had complete control over Sachi's lovely body. I could make love to her slow and deep, and she'd get more and more excited, eventually moaning with desire. She never would ask me to fuck her hard, but it was always clear that this was what she was patiently waiting for. And after having one orgasm, within minutes she was ready for another one.
She was a ridiculously classic case of a wildly sexual woman who had just never had a remotely adequate lover before me. I had the pleasure of being her first for many things. Not only her first orgasm during intercourse, but her first series of orgasms, all on the first day.
Sachi liked to be eaten, but she became so wet by the time I touched her nipples, it was completely unnecessary to eat her, from a lubrication standpoint, anyway. I'd often eat her anyway, at least a little, but pretty soon we'd just be fucking and fucking some more.
During those first few days she took very little initiative, and this would continue to be the case long afterwards. She was basically a shy, reserved, fairly traditional Japanese woman who had decided to be adventurous and get into a relationship with someone very different from her.
Culturally, she probably would have been more comfortable with herself if she were not so easily excited. She had the sexual responsiveness that every wild woman dreams of, but only a few have the luck to be born with. But the conflict between Sachi's cultural reserve and her insatiable sexual appetite would be one she'd have to live with.
Once during those first couple days, after a particularly sweaty bout of full-on fucking -- with me on top, of course, doing all the work -- I asked her if she'd eat me. She hadn't done this before, and I had no idea what to expect. She immediately went down on me, as if she had been hoping I'd ask her to do this, too shy to do it without being asked.
It certainly seemed she was not new at this activity. It seemed she had been very good to her two previous lovers, even if they hadn't successfully hooked her up with her needs in return. She did marvelous things with her tongue, took me deep into her mouth, and ate me with such attentiveness and such an obvious desire to please me. If she ever tired of it, she never let on. If I didn't want to end up coming in her mouth, the onus was always on me to stop her. Otherwise she would invariably continue with great enthusiasm until I had come.
If she was as experienced at felatio as she seemed to be, though, there were moments where I wondered whether her talent might just have come out of pure enthusiasm. Because the first time I came in her mouth, she sat up, with her mouth full of cum, and she spoke (sounding like someone with their mouth full, naturally). "What should I do with it?"
