Chapter 5
After what Juri had done to me, yet again, I needed a few minutes to catch my breath. I was already tired from a long day of work, but unlike the previous day, it wasn't that late, so I wasn't ready to go to bed.
Still, I rested on top of the covers, completely naked as I panted for what felt like forever. Juri had such a way of playing with my nipples, and her kissing was incredible too! Though I was no lesbian, it was difficult not to play with myself while reminiscing about what she had done to me.
Eventually, I was lured out of my bed by a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Outside of the lunch she had packed me, which I didn't even get to enjoy in peace, I hadn't really eaten anything for the past several hours. Curious as to what she was cooking this time, I quickly put some house clothes on before exiting my room to find her.
The closer I came to the kitchen, the more confident I was that she wasn't cooking Japanese food again. Much to my surprise, she was grilling steak and vegetables on the stovetop, while taking time to stir a few other things.
As I peeked over to look at what was in the pots, I noticed she had beans and salsa cooking as well. There was also cheese in the crock-pot she started earlier, and a big bag of chips right next to it.
Pointing at all the food, I asked, "What are you making?"
She didn't understand English but she sent a jolt of excitement through me when she confirmed, through her heavy accent, "Tex-Mex!"
Although I was shocked, considering she didn't even know what Tex-Mex was until I mentioned it to her the previous day, the food looked absolutely stunning! I grabbed her cell phone and typed, "How did you learn to make Tex-Mex so fast?!"
Gently taking the phone from my hands, Juri pulled up a video that she had been copying. It was in Japanese, so she understood all the step-by-step instructions.
Evidently, she had been watching a tutorial on how to make fajitas and nachos. She had also gotten the perfect fixings to go along with it, which explained why she had the tequila earlier.
Once again, I was astounded that my guest had taken time out of her day, not only to clean my entire condo, but to cook dinner for the second consecutive night. Preparing meals for me was already something I never had with my husband. Having Juri actually take my favorite foods into consideration was beyond considerate, especially since I had brought her nothing but trouble.
We sat down and ate together, and though we couldn't communicate in a traditional way, I found it so peaceful to enjoy a meal with her. Her food was even more delicious than it looked, especially considering this was her first time ever making it. However, my favorite part of all was seeing her joyous reactions after trying her own Tex-Mex for the first time.
With every bite, she would clutch her fists and wave them next to her face, like she was celebrating her own accomplishments. She was absolutely adorable; a treat for any man or woman to be around, regardless of if she spoke their language or not.
Surprisingly, as delicious as the food was, and though I was running on an empty stomach, I got full much quicker than I expected. When we were done, we remained in our seats, staring at each other while exchanging giddy smiles.
Juri wouldn't even let me help her clean up after we were done eating. She gently placed her hands on me, indicating that she wanted me to remain in my seat. Instead of falling asleep in my chair as I did the day before, I just sat there and watched, red in the face, as she packaged and put all the food away before cleaning the counters and the dirty dishes.
I never considered myself as one who had a high sex drive. I was more of a, "I'm not in the mood right now," or a "I have a headache," type of woman. With Juri, that didn't seem to be the case, however.
Perhaps it was because I knew the type of pleasure she was capable of giving me. Perhaps it was because I was just aroused from the effort she put into taking care of me. Whatever the reason might have been, I could feel myself getting wet all over again, as my eyes fixed onto her beautiful body in her little tank top and shorts she had changed into.
Unable to contain myself, I grabbed her by the wrist and led her back to my bedroom. I couldn't tell you what had come over me. There was just something about her that made me a madwoman for sex.
Hand in hand, we made our way down the hall, giggling the entire way. As I looked back at her, I noticed her smile was just as big as mine. She was genuinely happy, and maybe for the first time in my life, so was I.
When we got to my room, she knew exactly what I wanted right then and there. I stripped myself down to nothing but a white thong. As soon as my tits were exposed, she pushed me onto the bed, before giving my nipples some attention with her fingers and tongue, just like I craved.
It was like a dream come true. I was right back where I wanted to be; with Juri lying beside me, playing with my tits. At first, she just sucked on the nearest one as she rubbed my wet pussy right through the front of my thong. However, she eventually used her hand to stimulate my other nipple while continuing to suckle on the one that was already in her mouth.
How is this possible?!
I thought to myself as I moaned relentlessly from all the pleasure rushing through my body.
How does she make me feel so good all the time?!
There had to be more to it than just having my favorite kinks fulfilled. Sure, I loved it when she ate me out, and obviously when she play with my breasts, but it was becoming undeniable that the pleasure was intensified because of the person that was giving it to me.
As I lay back, moaning to the heavens while she continued taking care of me, all I could think of was what a wonderful person she seemed to be. Yes, I hardly knew her, and we really couldn't communicate, but from what I had observed so far, I loved everything about her.
Who wouldn't love having a beautiful woman staying at their place, cooking and cleaning for them all day before greeting them and fulfilling all their sexual desires? I don't care if you're a man or a woman; having Juri in your life was anyone's dream come true.
That's what she had become to me. Coming home and seeing her had become the best part of my day. It was just a shame that I had only realized that while she was sucking on my titties in bed.
As I combed my fingers through her hair, glancing down at how beautiful she looked when she was taking care of me, I couldn't help but imagine her as an angel. A sense of guilt then came over me, despite all the pleasure my body was experiencing, as I thought about the Genesis of our relationship.
Obviously, what I did to her in the massage parlor was wrong. More so, what I was referencing to was how much I wanted to hate her, just because I had hand selected her to represent the women my ex-husband had cheated on me with.
That's not who Juri was, and it was beyond unfair to attempt to put that on her. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized how well she treated me compared to everyone else in my life.
This was no time to think about anyone else, but the memories of the current day came flooding back to me. So many of my employees had let me down, even after I had given them so much leeway. Oddly enough, the only employee that had performed well for me was actually the other woman I had mistreated, Alana.
With all that guilt stored in my heart, I declared how wrong I had been out loud for some reason. Thinking Juri wouldn't understand anything I was saying, I combed my fingers through her hair again, and moaned out, "I'm sorry for mistreating you! You're such a good girl, Juri! Only you and Alana Miyazaki treat me well!"
Suddenly, the Japanese woman who had been sucking on my nipple lifted her head up and stared at me with big eyes. I immediately felt stupid for yelling out another woman's name during sex, despite not even considering myself a lesbian.
Yes, Juri didn't speak English, but yelling out a Japanese name obviously garnered her attention. She would have been justified in showing some sort of jealousy, but hearing that name was almost a pleasant surprise to her.
"Miyazaki?!" she said as a big smile came over her face. Then, in I surprising move, she used what little English she had seemingly learned, and asked, "Japanese friend?!"
