When I awoke, I could see sun streaming into the garage in thin slits where the sideboards had gaps. K was still asleep and he looked so peaceful. There were so many questions I had about what we would do next - I wanted to wake him, to learn what he had planned. But as I looked at his soft skin and his boyish lips, a surge of gratitude welled up in me. He had risked everything to help me escape.
I lifted the covers over his body - he was naked except for underwear. Unlike some men, his chest was bare and there was just a slight hint of hair trailing down from his belly to his underwear. Carefully, I pulled off his underwear, exposing his penis - it looked so small and fragile and somehow, its delicate nature made me love K even more fiercely.
Trailing kisses down his stomach, I kissed and caressed his penis and then sucked it into my mouth. His penis gradually became engorged - it never ceased to amaze me how this organ could grow to be a multiple of itself. I took K's penis as deeply into my mouth as possible and lavished it with slow, languid turns of my tongue. I removed the remainder of my clothing and, straddling K, I pressed my breasts together and began to rhythmically milk his penis with my breasts. At that moment, I felt so glad that my legs were flexible and strong.
With a groan, K awakened. His penis erupted in powerful streams of semen that flew up in the air and landed back on his chest. Rising up on his elbows, he watched me as I milked the remaining ejaculate from him. "Oh, Love," he told me. "I hope our life will always be like this."
Thinking of the dingy garage, I laughed. I took his spent penis in my mouth and gently sucked and caressed it with my mouth and tongue. Leaning forward, K pet my head gently. Feeling such strong affection for him, I licked up the semen on his belly and swallowed it. It felt wonderful to have brought him such pleasure.
K pulled me forward so that he could kiss me. "You can always make me happy," he whispered in my ear. "I only wish I can make you happy."
"I am happy," I told him.
He pulled me forward so that he could kiss and caress my breasts with his mouth. Normally, I felt somewhat indifferent to the attention men gave my breasts. They seemed like distinct, separate beings - disconnected from me. But as K adored my breasts, I felt passion and love rise within me. I began to moan as K sucked hungrily on my nipples. Just when I thought I could not take any more, he pulled me forward, drawing my vagina to his mouth, his hands strongly gripping my buttocks.
"You don't have to," I told him, feeling self conscious of my belly and of my not having bathed since the prior morning. I began to push K away, but he burrowed further, pressing my vagina to his mouth, his hot kisses exciting me. It felt like his mouth was everywhere, his tongue flitting in and out of the folds of my labia, at times circling toward, but never quite reaching my clitoris. K's indirect affection continued for more than ten minutes and I felt intensely aroused. Involuntarily, I was moaning and slowly gyrating my hips. K began to suck on my vagina, bringing the hood of my clitoris into and out of his mouth, while his tongue explored the inside of my vagina. I had never experienced such overwhelming pleasure. He quickened his pace and I shuddered in orgasm. I screamed insensibly, my hips jerking back and forth as waves of pleasure came over me.
I finally collapsed onto K and began to cry.
"Darling, are you all right?" K asked me. "Have I hurt you?"
I laughed through my crying. "No, you've made me feel wonderful," I assured him. "K, I don't really know you and I already love you so much. I'm so stupid."
K wiped away my tears with his hands and kissed me. "I feel the same way. When I first saw you, I wanted to be joined with you in every way possible. And it's really quite stupid, because you were wearing a baggy shirt and all I could really see was that you had a pretty face. Imagine what I would have felt in that moment if I knew how beautiful your breasts were."
I laughed at his story. "I'm glad you loved me just for my face," I told him. "But K, what will we do today?"
"I have a cousin who lives in the Fukuoka prefecture," he told me. A shudder went up my spine. The Fukuoka prefecture was said to be dangerous, populated with Yakuza and other criminals. "We can go there - he can put us up and I can find some work through my cousin."
"What kind of work?" I asked him, cautiously.
"Just errands, like I did for Miss Azemi," he told me. But as he told me, his eyes glanced downward, as if in shame.
"K, I don't have any money," I told him. "Will we be able to get along okay?" In asking the question, I realized how foolish I must have sounded - the time to ask the question would have been before leaving. But even if K had been broke, I still would have left, so strong was my desire to leave.
"I don't have very much," he admitted.
"Well perhaps I can find work as well," I told him.
"We'll see," he slowly released.
His hesitancy to have me work confused me. Was he prideful? Did he not believe a woman should work?
We ate a cheap meal at a café and then took a series of trains to the Fukuoka prefecture. It was exciting to see the different stations and to see the stream of people. I had lived inside Miss Akemi's house for so long, simply being out in public was novel. These moments of joy were punctured frequently by moments of shame and doubt. The people I saw were so carefully put together and well manicured - and here I was wearing wrinkled clothes, my hair dirty and messy. I began to long for a shower or bath and the more I thought of my state, the less I was able to enjoy the sights.
