An Encounter With Ms Mizukawa

"Jesus! When was the last time you guys cleared the basement out?" James coughed, pulling the collar of his shirt over his mouth and nose to avoid breathing in any more particles from the dust cloud that mushroomed away from the old armchair he had attempted to pick up with his father. "The dust down here is probably older than I am."

"No clue. We usually used the basement to dump anything we didn't need but couldn't be bothered to get rid of," his father wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his sweater, nudging the chair out of the way to access the boxes of decorations that were haphazardly stacked against one corner of the basement. "It's not as bad as it used to be, your uncle Tony used to use it as a place to store all those yard maintenance tools he used to sell at knocked down prices."

"Another one of his 'sure-thing' money making schemes?" James grinned.

"Yep. The basement looked like a miniaturized version of Home Depot for months," his dad grunted, climbing over the chair to reach the boxes on the other side. "Tony was quick to get rid of it all when your mom threatened to dump it all on the front lawn and let the rain ruin the lot. Just count yourself lucky that you can move at all, it used to be so stuffed with Tony's crap that you couldn't even open the basement door."

"Once we get rid of these old Christmas decorations, we might actually have some space down here for once," James grabbed the arm belonging to an inflatable snowman and pulled it, ripping it off when the pump became wedged between a pair of old lawn chairs. "What are you even going to use the basement for once it's all cleared out?"

"No idea. Your mom wants to turn it into her personal gym, but I'll be damned if I have to haul all that exercise equipment down here," his father crawled through the mountain of furniture and dragged a dusty synthetic Christmas tree along with him. "I'm thinking about putting a television down here and calling it a 'man-cave.'"

"Yeah, if mom will let you," James said.

"James? Could you come up here?"

"Speak of the devil," James's father chuckled. "Go on, I think I have it covered here at the moment."

"Are you sure?" James asked, but wasted no time in making a beeline for the stairs, eager to escape the stuffy confines of the basement.

"Of course, I have a system," his father tugged at a series of loose cords, jumping back when he inadvertently caused a minor avalanche, looking incredibly sheepish when he started to clean up the mess he had made. "Just not a good one."

James shook his head and dashed upstairs, drawn to the scent of freshly baked treats that lingered in the air. He reached the top of the stairs and strode into the kitchen, just in time to see his mother carrying a tray of chocolate chip cookies over to the island. She slid off her oven mitts and used them to fan the cookies, cooling them until the steam that rose from them vanished.

"Hey, they smell delicious," James inhaled the sugary aroma and walked over to the tray with his hand outstretched, only to have it swatted away by a flick of his mom's mitts.

"Hands off, mister," his mom tutted. She retrieved a roll of saran wrap and rushed to add a protective layer around the rapidly cooling tray, sealing the treats beneath a transparent blanket. "I baked these for Satomi."

"Ms. Mizukawa?" James felt his heart jump at the mention of his neighbour.

"Yep. She said that she had some important event coming up, so I offered to bake her some treats to bring," his mom explained, rushing over to the oven when one of the pots on the stove began to bubble dangerously. "I'm a little rushed off my feet here getting dinner ready. I wanted to see if you would be fine with dropping off the cookies for me."

"Me?" James asked, making sure that he had heard her right.

"Yes, you," his mom confirmed with a lopsided grin, seeing the faint red tinge on James's cheeks. "You don't still have a crush on Satomi, do you?"

"I never had a crush on her," James let out an exasperated sigh. However, a glance at his mother's face made it obvious that she didn't believe him one bit. "Okay, maybe I did."

"And you still do by the looks of it. You don't have to look embarrassed, I always thought that it was cute, seeing you go all doe-eyed whenever you looked at her," his mother shook her head and laughed. "You might want to be quick, she's leaving within the hour. And honey?"

"Yeah?" James picked up the tray.

"Try to keep your tongue in your mouth," she joked, waving as James made a hasty exit.

James swore when his knee collided with the wooden post of the porch as he burst through the front door, cautiously making his way down the steps and along the path of the front yard.

Making it onto the sidewalk, his track and field training came into sudden use as a small contingent of kids came barreling towards him, forcing him to leap back and forth between them to avoid an unwanted accident. He hopped out of the path of a would-be quarterback who ran at full-force along the sidewalk with a football lodged under his arm. With his path clear, James went on his way.

A short walk brought him to the elaborate pathway that led up to the opulent three-storey home that belonged to Ms. Mizukawa, a building that was one of the most eye-catching homes in the neighbourhood. Roses and flowers of every variety covered the length of the front yard, the result of years of cultivation and painstaking maintenance; the work of a skilled gardener.

Satomi Mizukawa had divorced her ex-husband and reverted back to her original last name just after James hit middle school, long enough ago for him to forget what the man looked like entirely. Not that he minded, the only thing he could really remember about her ex-husband was his grouchy demeanour. Ms. Mizukawa had always been the complete opposite of her long-since discarded husband, a woman who never failed to exude a feeling of warmth to anyone she came into close contact with.

She was in her early forties, but James had been convinced for much of his life that Ms. Mizukawa simply didn't age, possessing a vibrancy that made her seem almost two decades younger than her true age. Ms. Mizukawa had left Japan not long after finishing college with her mind set on making a life for herself in America, but soon put her career ambitions on hold when she met the man who would become her husband. In the two decades that she lived in the Midwest, she had gotten married, purchased her own home, and became a mother to twin boys, both three years older than James, with the pair both into their second to last year at college.

Although James struggled to find anything in common with them, he always found himself acting as a lightning rod of affection for their mother, something the twins were all too thankful for as they grew up and yearned for their own independence, happy to offer up James as the sacrificial lamb for their mother to smother. Once the twins flew the nest and after her divorce was finalized, much of her time was spent at her accountancy firm, with James's encounters with the woman becoming less and less frequent in the time that followed.

It became a routine for James's friends to invite themselves around to his house whenever they could, with many hoping to catch just the tiniest glimpse of the Japanese beauty next door. Feelings of guilt popped up whenever he recalled the times when he and his friends would spy on her from his bedroom window during the summer period, praying for the chance to witness Ms. Mizukawa sunbathing in her back yard before taking a dip in her expansive pool, always clad in a bikini a few sizes too small for her stunning body.

No matter how infrequent his visits with Ms. Mizukawa became as she devoted most of her time and energy into her career, he could always guarantee that he would see her during the various holidays throughout the year. Christmas and Easter were always times for her to show off her neighbourhood spirit, decking out her house with decorations and attractions that never failed to catch the attention and the imagination of both kids and adults alike, with James recalling one Christmas in particular where she had covered her front yard in enough massive inflatable mascots to cover up the usually immaculate lawn entirely.

James dashed up the the steps and swaggered up to the ornate front door, using the diamond-patterned stained glass window to ensure that not a hair was out of place. Reaching a hand out from beneath the large platter, James pressed the doorbell, taking a small step back as he waited for a reply. Barely half a minute passed before he heard the locks on the opposite side being clicked open.

"Is that you, James?" Ms. Mizukawa spoke flirtatiously as her head appeared between the crack of the door, with only the faintest hint of her original accent managing to creep through. Her face had been perfectly made-up, deep red lipstick highlighted her ivory white teeth, with a dusting of blush that accentuated her defined cheek bones. "How wonderful. It's been weeks since I last saw you."

"Oh, I'm not too early, am I?" James asked, swallowing as he received a calming smile in return. "It's just that mom wanted me to give you a bunch of these cookies. She would have brought them herself, but she's busy stopping the kitchen from catching fire."

"James, you know that there's no such thing as being too early or too late in my home, especially for you," she replied with a quick wink, gratefully taking the wrapped platter from James. "In fact, you couldn't have arrived at a better time. Come in."

Ms. Mizukawa opened the door fully and revealed a sight that James would never forget for as long as he lived.

A risqué rendition of a gladiatrix costume decorated her body. A faux-leather corset sat snugly around her waist, decorated with plastic ornaments made to resemble brass fixtures, complete with a flimsy dagger that sat on her hip. Thin flaps of the same cheap faux-leather material made up the skirt section of the outfit, with each small movement of her legs granting a full view of her alabaster thighs. Black thigh-high vinyl boots encased her legs, with platforms that raised her above James by a few inches. To finish off, a thick, dark grey replica fur cloak rolled from her shoulders down to her feet. Having only known Ms. Mizukawa to wear conservative -- but fashionable -- clothes, the sight of the provocative costume left James lost for words.

He closed the front door and followed the lady of the house through the highly modern hallway, listening to her heels clicking against the decorative white tile flooring along the way, shamelessly watching her rear as it swayed back and forth.

The pair swept into the large dining room, with Ms. Mizukawa skipping over to the marble-topped kitchen island to place the platter down beside a row of at least three dozen white paper bags. James glanced out of the windows that looked out to the expansive garden, letting him see the perfectly curated flower beds and lawn, along with the sun lounger that never failed to bring up memories of his summers of trying dutifully to not get caught during his extended staring sessions.

The sound of rustling caught James's attention, drawing his eyes back over to the island. He spotted Ms. Mizukawa unwinding the transparent wrapping from the tray, bending over the edge of the marble top as she inhaled the scent of the freshly baked cookies.

"Perfect, as always," she said, delicately lifting the treats up one by one, gently depositing them into each of the open paper bags. "Your mother's skill with an oven will never cease to amaze me. I've always wanted to take up cooking, but I could never find the time, nor the patience. It doesn't help that I've started more kitchen fires than I'd like to remember in the pursuit of producing even the most basic meal."

"What you lack as a chef, you more than make up for as a gardener. So what do you need all these cookies for?" James asked. "Mom said that you had some sort of event that you needed to attend."

"It's for a fancy dress party, hence the costume," Ms. Mizukawa stated the obvious, letting the final few cookies slide into their respective bags, brushing the crumbs off her hands. "The company I work for has one every year during the summer period, it's a way to reward everyone for all the hard work. I promised to bring the party favours. I was in need and your mother was gracious enough to offer me a helping hand."

"You mean that you're going to wear that to a work event, Ms. Mizukawa?" James glanced at the costume in disbelief.

"James, I've known you for most of your life, you know that you can just call me Satomi. As for the costume, it's because of that exact look you have on your face," Satomi pointed at James, catching him in the process of running his eyes across her curves. "Most of my colleagues are men, and the easiest way to make a lasting impression is by making sure that they only have eyes for me. Plus, I'm a divorced woman in my early forties, I wanted to feel sexy for the first time in a long time. Do you think I succeeded?"

"You did more than that, you look incredible," James gave an honest reply, regretting it almost immediately. "Sorry."

"You're forgiven. It's a perfectly natural reaction, college is just around the corner for you and you'll have scantily-dressed girls of every variety throwing themselves at you. Your hormones are out of control," Satomi grinned, resting her hip against the island top. "If you think my outfit is something to behold, you should see what my female co-workers will be wearing. Buried deep within every accountant is a horny vixen just waiting for the chance to come out and play."

"I highly doubt that they'll hold a candle to you," James said, more flirtatiously than he had intended. "You've always been the talk around school. I can't even begin to count the number of times where guys would talk about... well, you can guess what a group of hormone-riddled boys would talk about."

"Believe me, James, I've always been aware of the desires of the twins's friends. I even had to stop attending their soccer games because I kept distracting the dads, and the coaches occasionally," Satomi replied with mischief in her dark brown eyes. "Did you ever take part in such riveting discussions?"

"I might have said some things," James coughed, feeling the sudden need to look anywhere other than at Satomi, instead choosing to watch as she sealed up every bag with small, decorative stickers.

"And I trust that you said nothing less than praise for me?" Satomi smiled, resting her elbows upon the island, propping her head on her hands. "Perhaps something relating to all the hours you spent watching me sunbathing during the summer?"

"You knew about that?" James spluttered, horrified to discover that the woman who was almost like a second mother to him had been fully aware of his spying. Shame flooded his body when Satomi responded with a single nod. "God, I'm sorry. I know that it isn't much of an excuse, but I couldn't help myself."

Satomi shook her head, amused heavily by the ever developing blush on James's face. "You can calm down, James. If I had a problem with it I certainly wouldn't have kept it a secret for all this time. In fact, I was always quite flattered whenever I spotted your curtains twitching, a lady always loves to know that she can still draw the attention of a younger man."

"So much for discretion," James dropped his head. "I don't know why I did it. But whenever I saw you out there, even when you weren't sunbathing, I just had to look."

"I always suspected that you were harbouring a small crush, but never to this extent," Satomi said, sauntering around the island, dragging her nails across the marble as she brought herself directly in front of James. "Tell me, was it just talking that you did? Or did you ever imagine yourself wanting something more? Did you ever imagine being out in the back yard with me? Wondering what sorts of things we would get up to if I was game?"

"I, er," James swallowed again, fighting to keep his eyes fixed on hers, not wanting to cave to his desire to explore more of the sexy outfit.

With his the outline of his shaft becoming more prominent by the second, James struggled to keep his train of thought under control. One voice informed him that she was simply teasing him, playing on his childhood crush in a kind way before letting him down gently. But another louder voice in his head demanded that he take her questioning at face value, a sign that every dream he had ever conjured up over the years could be within reach, just as long as he had the will to make the daring next step.

"Earth to James, are you still with me?" Satomi laughed and clicked her fingers inches from his face, breaking James from his extended pause. "This isn't me messing with you, I'm genuinely asking if you've ever considered acting on these thoughts of yours? You can be honest, I promise that everything that you say will stay between the two of us."

"I-Is that something you would be open to?" James asked, reluctantly throwing caution to the wind. "Y'know, if I did have ideas like that? Not that I'm saying that I have thought that way about you."

"Let's say that I am open to it, do you think that you would be willing to go any further? Could you bring yourself to act on these urges of yours with me?"

"I'm not sure," James admitted, sweeping his tongue across his lips when they started to grow too dry. "I don't want to do anything that would damage our relationship, I couldn't..."

Without warning, Satomi slid her hands beneath the skirt of her costume, taking a few moments before she found what she wanted. James's eyes became as wide as saucers as he witnessed Satomi's red silk thong come into view, holding his breath as she slid it down her thighs and allowed it to freefall to her ankles. Gracefully balancing on one foot, she raised the other up to her hand, grabbing the thong as it dangled from the narrow spike of her heel.

Satomi leaned over and stuffed the lace garment into the pocket of James's jeans, moving her hand far enough to grasp his bulge. A sultry look developed on her beautiful face as she stared back at the expression of pure shock that was frozen on James's visage. "How about now? Does that change your mind?"

James let his hand crawl up to his pocket, brushing his fingers against the thong sticking out of it, just to make sure that it was truly there. Sure enough, he felt the soft silk against his fingertips, becoming unsteady on his feet when Satomi gave his bulge a soft squeeze.

"I guess it does," he breathed in awe.

"Good," Satomi rose onto her toes and kissed James on his cheek, pressing her body against his, feeling his cock harden even more when her breasts squeezed against his chest. "Since this is going to be our first time together, I hope you won't mind if I take the lead?"

"No, I don't mind," James whispered.

Satomi brought her hand to the zipper of James's jeans, struggling to get the tab to slide across the sizeable bulge. But within a few seconds, she successfully wrenched his jeans down his legs, stepping back to let him finish the job by shoving his black boxer shorts down to his thighs.

"My word, I had no idea you were so big, James," she cooed, turning on her heel to face away from him. Satomi bent over and laid her upper body on top of the island, throwing the heavy fur cloak aside as she spread her feet wide. "Now I want to know whether you know how to put it to good use? Are you ready?"

"More than you can imagine!" James spoke with unconstrained enthusiasm. Kicking his jeans and boxers away from his feet, James rushed over to the island, moving carefully as to not mark the individual tiles with the rubber soles of his sneakers. He grabbed his swaying member and pumped it rapidly, smearing his pre-cum across the inflated shaft.