This is a work of
fiction
. All characters are of legal age, and not based on anyone living or dead. Features non-consent themes and rough sex. Trigger warning: home intrusion, force/non-consent, breath play.
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There she was. Tomoko. From around the corner of the alleyway, where I was pretending to be minding my own business, I could see her wave her husband off as he headed to work. She was wearing that pink sweater again, the one that made her breasts more pronounced, with an apron around her waist and a skirt that went down to her knees.
Her first name was all I knew about her. I overheard her husband calling her that once. They lived in a small house in an average neighborhood, with a kid in elementary school. All in all, an unremarkable family with an unremarkable life. Completely average in every way. Except for her. Tomoko was everything but average to me.
I'd been in Japan for nearly a month. Just for business. I knew very little about the Japanese way of life. I wasn't going to be here long, so why bother? I'd go home and move one. But that was all before I saw her, sweeping the front steps of her little house.
Tomoko was a housewife whose age I'd estimate between thirty-four and thirty-seven. Short, as many women in asia are, with a plump little ass and a chubby waist. A fairly normal body type for a housewife in the Kyoto suburbs. Her raven black hair was cut short, so her pudgy cheeks stood out more. I don't know what color her eyes were, as I hadn't been that close. But her bust size was exquisite. Not too large, but much bigger than most women in the orient. They really filled out that sweater that she wore so well.
Every day, on my way to work, I would pass by her house. At first, the most I'd hope for was to catch a glimpse of her. As time went on, I began making the effort to linger around until I saw her at least once a day. It was bizarre. She was just a middle-aged housewife. Not some super model or poetic beauty that always seemed to catch my eye before. And yet I couldn't get her off my mind. Every moment of every day, she haunted my thoughts. Simple Tomoko. Sexy Tomoko. I had to have her.
I think it was because how vulnerable she seemed. Most women I meet at work or in clubs have this air of strength around them. They can fend for themselves. But with her, there was something very innocent about her demeanor. Sheltered, quiet, reserved and fragile. Like a bird in a cage.
For weeks she was the object of my every fantasy. In my hotel room I masturbated furiously to the thought of her. I bought magazines featuring older women, dressed as housewives. But none of them could compare to her. At one point I even hired a hooker, with a small resemblance to her. Again, this left me unsatisfied.
It got so bad at one point, during one of my many spying sessions, I found myself jerking off to Tomoko doing yard work. I don't remember when I even took my dick out, but I couldn't stop myself. My desire for her began to escalate. Every time, I'd take a bigger risk than before to fulfill my need for her. I'd take pictures of her with my phone. I'd follow her as she went shopping, stalking her like some insane predator. I even stole a shirt of hers from her wash as it dried from her laundry rack. She was smart enough not to leave her undergarments lying around, otherwise I would have stolen all her panties.
The shirt ended up on another hooker with a similar body time. But that lazy look as she sucked my cock and casual manner=of-business way of fucking just didn't do it for me. Tomoko was alive. She was real. An actual woman. One worth having. Oh, if she would only be mine.
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It was the last day of my stay in Japan. In seven hours, I'd be on a plane and back off to the States. Who knows when I'd be back, if ever. I knew exactly where I was gonna go for my last few hours. To Tomoko's house. To see her one last time.
Once again, I was hiding from behind my usual spot. Just in time to see her wave off her husband and send her kid off on his way to school. Beautiful Tomoko. I longed for her, being so close and yet very, very far. Alone again for the rest of the day, in that house. Oh, I she could only be mine.
It was then and there, on that exact moment, when I made up my mind. It was my absolute last chance. There wouldn't be another. She was going to be mine. My heart raced a mile a minute. If I was caught, it would be the end of me. Goodbye career. Hello criminal record and jail. I couldn't even believe I was considering this. Another minute, and I would've changed my mind and went to the airport.
It was then she turned around and walked to the mail box to grab the paper. She was wearing slippers, but I could see her feet were bare in them. She also wore that long skirt and that adorable pink sweater. That settled it. There was no going back. She was going to be mine.
Tomoko headed back into the house. No doubt getting ready to do her chores for the day. For a few minutes I waited to make sure the coast was clear of any nosy neighbors or possible witnesses. When all seemed good, I made my way to the side of the house. During one of my spy sessions on Tomoko, I once noticed her kid entering the house via a hidden extra key, no doubt for emergencies. As quietly as I could, I took the key and made my way into the house. This was it. I was in.
"Anata?" I heard Tomoko say from down the hall.
No doubt she assumed her husband must have returned for something. She never expected to find me standing there, inside her house.
"Nani?" she said, obviously startled by the stranger in her home. I could hear the quiver in her voice. "Anatawa dare desu ka?" she asked.
Without saying a word, I quickly locked the door behind me and put the chain on it. No interruptions now. The downside was, Tomoko realized what my intentions were. The lust must have been written all over my face. For a moment she didn't move, but when I approached her she booked into the living room. But I was faster, and much stronger.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward me. She flew right into my arms. For the first time, I held her close to me. It was all I could have hoped for. For a second, I felt complete again. But she wrestled away from me, with only me holding onto her wrists. She wriggled and squealed for me to release her. Not on my life.
I pushed her against the wall. She panted, looking at me with fear in her eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes, looking right back at me. I still couldn't believe how close I was to her. As if possessed, I began to kiss her lips. She protested, of course, trying to break free from the kiss. She even slapped my face. No matter. There was more to her than just her lips.
Holding her against the wall, I let my other hand wander toward her chest. She gasped, shocked at my strong hold on her chest. I squeezed her round tit right through that pink sweater of hers. As much as it looked good on her, it was time for it to go. With a strong yank, I pulled the sweater up, revealing her beautiful tits nestled snugly in her bra.