The inspiration for this story is based on true life events. The woman this story is about is in the image of the Japanese porn actress Ai Sayama, who incidentally resembles the women that some of these events are based on.
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Gerry looked around his office. At times he marvelled at where he had come from and how he got here. He was once a "lowly English teacher" a job that he felt never earned him respect from either Japanese people here or back home in his own country.
In a way, Gerry was grateful for the monotony of his Eikaiwa sensei (English teaching) background. Without it, he may never have felt that push to go onto to bigger and better things and start his own company with 20 employees.
Being a gaijin (foreigner) in Tokyo was nothing special to Gerry anymore. After all, he had been living here for almost 10 years. He spoke Japanese very well and had a Japanese wife and several children.
His wife didn't like living in Japan. She preferred to live in Gerry's country where they had spent many years and first met. But opportunity brought him to Tokyo once again.
For the longest time Gerry had struggled with his marriage. His wife simply didn't seem to fit the profile of girls he had always been attracted to. She was beautiful and sweet, but he always had a thing for thicker builds and softer facial features. His wife was very slim and by all means very attractive, but she simply wasn't his type.
Whenever, he admitted this to people in confidence, he was always asked why. The truth was he was pressured into marriage and wasn't completely sure about it in the first place. In any cause, Gerry always put his best foot forward. He was an amazing father and family man.
Bouts of depression sometimes hit him owing to his inability to rationalize his relationship with his wife. He had told her several times that he no longer loved her and wanted to leave, but on these occasions she reacted so badly that he just couldn't bare to see the pain she was in.
There was a constant battle in his mind. On the one hand he couldn't bare to hurt her. On the other, he sometimes felt as if he were dying inside. Gerry had dealt with these issues by focusing his attention on being financially secure and building his own company.
Leading a team of Japanese staff was difficult at first, but he soon rose to the task. The team respected him for the fair way he treated staff and his insistence on staff not working too much overtime, a common practice in Japanese companies.
Among his staff of 11 men and 9 females, he had appointed one to be his secretary. She was extremely intelligent and kept him on top of things. However, it was another girl in the open plan office downstairs that always caught his eye.
Her name was Yuko and she was hot. She had the long dyed blonde hair commonly seen on women Japanese women these days, lush full lips, tall and full figured with an incredible round ass and thick thighs not commonly found on Japanese women. At staff parties she was definitely an extravert, often getting very drunk and putting everyone in hysterics.
She had kind of become the self appointed staff morale officer and organized work events and parties. She was always the life of the party. Gerry often found it hard to keep his eyes off her, but he supposed every man in the office probably felt the same.
On one drunken night in Shinjuku with his staff, Gerry found himself accompanying Yuko on the Chuo line to head back home. They were the only two staff who took the train in that direction and as such it didn't raise any eyebrows amongst staff.
In the late hours of the evening on a Friday night trains are packed. Gerry found himself pressed up against Yuko's soft body. She gave him a big wide smile to acknowledge the weird position they were in. They broke the awkwardness by talking about work before moving on to other things. Before they knew it they were laughing and talking about their own personal interests.
Yuko was so easy to talk to. They both seemed to like the same movies and food. They also gossiped about staff and who might be seeing who.
In his enjoyment, Gerry hadn't realized that he had long since passed his stop. Yuko laughed when he told her that. He hadn't had too much to do with her before this evening, but felt happy to have gotten to know her better. Yuko suggested having a couple more drinks at her local bar. He was having too much of a good time to refuse.
In a small dimly lit bar near the station, Yuko and Gerry were both slurring their speech as the conversation naturally turned to relationships and personal life. They found themselves pouring their hearts out over their life struggles and ideas about ideal partners and so forth. Yuko was shocked to hear of Gerry's problems but empathized deeply.
"I feel like I can talk to you about anything," Gerry confided in Yuko.
"Me too," Admitted Yuko.
They stumbled out of the bar while Gerry had to help a very drunk Yuko walk back to her apartment. When they reached her building, it was evident that she could barely walk up the stairs. He helped her up the stairs before reaching her apartment door. He assisted her in opening the door as she stepped inside.
While smiling and thanking him with a wave, Yuko stumbled drunkenly forward causing Gerry to catch her in his arms. With her arms also around his she looked up closed her eyes and moved her lips to his. Her mouth was already open when their lips met and Gerry felt the fullness of her soft lips as they made out.
Yuko's pace sped up and she started to moan as she pushed him into the wall half falling into him. This went on for a while until Gerry held her back.
"That was nice Yuko, but I think we better call it a night."
Yuko pouted her lips, but it was obvious she was too drunk to carry on. He told her to drink plenty of water before going to bed as he left her apartment. As he walked away, he heard something crash from inside the apartment.
"Holy crap," he thought. She certainly was pissed.
He walked back to the station and washed his face in the station bathroom. In his drunken haze he hadn't noticed all the lipstick on his face. No wonder people were laughing and looking at him strangely as he walked passed. He frantically washed it off and hoped her perfume wasn't also somehow attached to him.
He got home and crept down the hall. He went straight for the shower and had a bath thinking about what had just happened.
"Wow, who would have thought I could get with a women like that," he thought to himself.
Gerry surprisingly found himself not as guilty as he thought he would have been. He was just overjoyed by the fact that this amazing women took an interest in him. Plus, it was all in the context of two very drunk people. An innocent enough mistake and it didn't go any further than kissing.
The following week Yuko approached Jerry in his upstairs office with an embarrassed look on her
face.
"About last Friday. Thank you for taking me home."
"Not a problem, I had a great time," Gerry replied.
"Ummm I was so drunk that night. I hope I didn't do anything silly," Yuko said uncomfortably.
