Chapter 1: A New Hope
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Group Sex, Oriental Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Cream Pie, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: A New Hope - A successful young man finds himself suddenly alone, the love of his life gone and his perfect world shattered. Two very different women come into his life: one fun chick to bring joy into his world, and the cute new girl at work to share his heart with.
Pen in hand, I sat down again. I wanted to keep moving. My cheeks itched just a bit where the tears had dried. The rumpled napkin was still sitting on the table just where I'd left it.
"That's all right. Happens to everyone. Just two more. Right here, and right here."
Quickly, I scribbled where the man told me. Then with a sigh, I set the pen down and sat back in my chair.
"Congratulations." The words sounded anything but congratulatory. "You are now officially divorced."
I shook his hand, and then watched him leave. The door slammed with an air of finality. I leaned back in the chair, another heavy sigh escaping my lips. I'd been sighing a lot recently. Twenty-four years old and already divorced. Chalk me up to another American statistic.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. The lawyer would come to my office to do the paperwork. It saved me the hassle of meeting him somewhere else. But now, as the huge walls of the conference room closed in around me, I dreaded even more having to get up and face my co-workers in this current state.
The divorce is what we both wanted. But right now I felt like shit.
I managed to make it to the men's room without anyone seeing me. Quickly, I washed my face and then stared into the mirror. Half muttering to myself, I forced a cool, calm look into my eyes, prepping myself to go out into the world again.
I passed by the cubicles, barely noticed by anyone. Bradley looked up and waved a file at me. I held up a hand to get him to wait a bit longer and kept marching towards my office. Tiffany stepped into my path, walking across an intersection in the aisles and heading off towards my right. She flashed a big smile at me, a thick set of folders crossed over her curvy chest. Just like every other day, I tried not to notice, and kept moving forward once she'd passed.
A few seconds later I was in the sanctity of my office, the door closed. Alone once again. I stared at my monitor. Fifteen emails had popped up in the last hour.
I put my copy of the divorce papers into a file. I ignored the fifteen emails (excuse me, now sixteen emails). Instead, I was staring at the gold/platinum band around my left ring finger.
With a sudden burst of anger, I moved to rip the thing off, but it was wedged onto me pretty tightly. My fingers must've been getting fatter or something. And so with a little pain, and some brute force, I pulled it off. I found an empty envelope and slipped the wedding band inside. The skin was noticeably lighter, if a little pink right now. Even though I'd taken the ring away, I still had an obviously untanned ring of skin around my finger.
I looked away, to my computer screen. Seventeen emails.
I'd had it all. I was living the American Dream. The high-paying job with the MBA. Nice car. Three bedroom starter home. Big screen plasma TV. And above all, a gorgeous and loving wife. We'd met during freshman orientation at college and started dating. When Kristin got onstage to pick up her college diploma, I was waiting at the end of the ramp, still in my own graduation gown, down on one knee and holding a big shiny diamond.
We'd gotten jobs close together. A year later we had a beautiful spring wedding. A year after that we picked out a brand-new house in an upscale community. I got promoted, traded up for the new Euro-Sport Sedan, we started talking about baby names, and life was just taking off from there.
Then Richard happened. He was a cute sales guy at some trade show. Kristin had one too many drinks at the bar. She confessed to me the moment she got home. I believed that I could forgive her. Oddly enough, it wasn't the sex that bothered me. It was that she did it behind my back. She was so sorry, and promised it would never happen again. For a while, everything was going to be okay.
But as the weeks passed by, little cracks started to show up in our marriage. I'd get nervous when a guy friend would innocently flirt with her. She was getting paranoid that I didn't trust her anymore. Both our tempers got a little big shorter. The fights lasted longer and came more frequently.
Then I came home one night to find my wife in bed... with Richard.
She wanted out. I agreed. She said we got married too young, too fast. She wanted space. We couldn't keep living together like that anymore. But it still broke my heart.
She moved out immediately and moved in with a friend. I stayed until the house sold and we could split the profits. The divorce was final only three months later.
Kristin was the love of my life. And now my life after love begins. It's a depressing life. Friday nights, alone in an empty condo. But I still had the nice car, the plasma TV, and Cinemax. Life could have been worse, I suppose.
The biggest problem with being married at such a young age is that you lose touch with a lot of your friends. You stop going out to bars or clubs. The people you do see are friends of "the couple". To be honest, a lot of them were Kristin's friends to begin with, which left me mostly alone.
It's hard being out of the game for a few years. You forget how to flirt. You forget how to date. I had no skills anymore for meeting new women. While married, you feel nostalgic for the old days, but you're happy that you found what everyone else is looking for. I had it, but I lost it. To borrow a phrase from my little brother, life sucks big donkey balls.
So with this mantra in my mind, I run myself ragged at work every day. It's all I've really got left. One of my staff told me I had to see this Topher Grace/Dennis Quaid movie. But then he immediately started laughing like a dumb hyena, so I'm not about to take his advice right now.
Tiffany was flirting more than usual with me. The news had spread throughout the office (only hours after I told the first "trusted friend") that I was getting divorced. I guess now the young, rich executive was fair game. I remembered an art piece by some weird guy in LA: "Gold Diggers: like hookers, only smarter."
Tiffany's tits looked so round and delectable. But my brain warned that the last thing I needed was getting taken advantage of by a social climber.
It was a Friday afternoon. I made my own hours. And the walls were starting to close in on me. Time to get the hell out of there.
I leaned back into a plush, overstuffed lounge chair, trying to crawl into the shadow of a fake plant. Bright, natural light was pouring through the open windows. The sun wouldn't be setting for an hour at least. For an ordinary day, it was way too early to be getting drunk. But this wasn't an ordinary day.
Happy Hour was just getting started at Maretto's, an upscale restaurant frequented by the preppy and youthful rich. I'd only been there ten minutes but I drained my second glass of some toxic mixture, then tilted my head back and let the thickness in my brain take over.
My pretty waitress came over. "Can I get you anything else?"
I held up my empty tumbler. "Two more of these." For a moment I wanted to flash my most charming smile, test my seduction skills, but I decided against it.
"Sure thing." She smiled down at me and took away the glass.
And so I sat there, staring into space. Every minute or so I'd take a big chug from the two tumblers before me. I'd already worked up good buzz. But now I wanted to blow through the buzz and get right to the painful part.
I had finished both drinks, and was hunting around for my pretty waitress. I turned my head around a little too quickly, pain in my head to join the dizziness. I was bobbing around for a full minute before I realized she was standing not two feet away from me serving a drink to a very pretty brunette sitting in the lounger just across mine.
I muttered an "Excuse me," and she turned.
I held up my latest empty tumbler. "Another."
"Sir, I think you'd better stop or you won't be able to drive home."
Immediately, I reached down and pulled my car keys out. I set them onto her serving tray. "When I'm done, you can call me a cab. But right now, I need another one."
Obediently, she left with my car keys and went to get my drink.
A musical laugh filled my ears and I managed to zero in on the brunette across from me. "Got woman problems?" she asked.
I couldn't quite keep my head still, but I was able to respond in her general direction. "That obvious?"
She got up out of her chair and plopped down into the one next to me. She kicked back her drink, draining it dry. Then she reached out and actually took hold of my left hand, her thumb brushing across the untanned spot on my finger. "Problems with the wife?"
"Just got divorced, actually."
"Really?" There was playful tone of hopeful promise in that word. She was suddenly more interested in me. "Mind if I get miserable with you?"
My eyebrows furrowed at that. "What's your story?"
"My boyfriend of five years left me."
I took a second long look across this young lady's body. She was slender, but wonderfully curvy in all the right places. In her twenties, probably younger than me. Long, tanned legs that went on forever. Nice hips, flat stomach, big tits spilling over the unbuttoned top of her blouse. Her dark brown hair had long bangs that could reach to her chin and frame her face, but cut in a Natalie Imbruglia kind of sassy shortness. She had a very pretty face, and her eyes were a bright blue. Those eyes captivated me so much they actually managed to draw my attention away from her exposed cleavage. This babe was Playboy model material.
After watching her watching me ogle her, I finally spoke up. "Uh, I don't think that's quite possible. Must be your imagination?"
"Well, from where I'm sitting, there is no way anyone on this planet would give up a body like yours."
Her musical laugh was back. "That's sweet. But it may be the vodka talking."
"True enough. But my answer is 'yes', you're welcome to get miserable with me." I raised my hand, and then directed the waitress to get the lady a new drink on me.
"Now, I believe you owe me a name."
"I buy you a drink; you give me your name. That's how this game works right? I've been out of it for a few years now."
"I suppose." She fixed me with a more formal look, extending a hand out to me. "Hello, my name is Lauren." She giggled again. "So in this game, what am I supposed to owe you if you buy me two drinks?"
"Uh, second drink gets me your phone number. Third gets me a date. And if you let me buy you a fourth drink, then that means you're willing to sleep with me."
"Really?" Lauren eyed me up and down now. Our waitress arrived just then with Lauren's drink.
"I need three more of these. And he's buying." When she turned back to me, her eyes flared up and she grinned at me. "So that's four, right?"
I chuckled at that. "Right. But I was just kidding."
With head tilted back and graceful neck exposed, Lauren drained the last of that fourth drink, which put her around six for the evening. I had seven at least, and figured if I would have difficulty walking, Lauren must be in even worse shape. But her eyes were still alert.
In the last couple of hours, we'd been talking nonstop. Despite being rather drunk, Lauren had a sharpness and verbal acuity that belied her intelligence. I wondered for the dozenth time how any man that had her could let her out of his grasp. Momentarily I wondered, was this my new beginning? When I found myself down and out, drunk off my ass, a beautiful woman would find me?
Right then I lost control of my drink and spilled it all over my hand. "Shimatta!" I cursed. Real smooth. What was she going to think of you now?
"What was that?"
"Oh, uh, Japanese. Occupational habit."
She laughed and then dropped her own tumbler onto the table. "I think that means it's time to go."
I smiled, and shook the strange introspective thoughts from my mind. I'm just desperate and dreaming. Besides, I should be heading home. "Yeah, I'd better get my cab. You too, I don't think you're exactly in driving condition either."
She got to her feet unsteadily, having to brace her hand against the chair. "No, probably not. But that's alright. I have a car waiting." She flipped open a cell phone. A moment later, she said, "I'll be at the front door in a minute."
In the meantime, I flagged down our pretty waitress and paid the bill. She brought me my keys and told me she would call the cab now.
Lauren interrupted. "No thank you. I'll have my driver drop him off."
"Yes, ma'am." The waitress eyed the two of us with a smirk, then nodded and turned away.
Lauren closed the phone, and then turned to me, slipping her arm around mine. "Shall we?"
Nodding agreeably, I walked her to the front door. A big, black luxury sedan with heavily tinted glass was waiting for us, a uniformed driver holding open the back seat. Lauren slid inside and I followed after. The privacy panel rose up between us and the driver.
The car had just gotten underway when I felt a cool hand touch my cheek and turn my head. And then I was filled with Lauren's sweet scent as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.
Very briefly, a pang of guilt popped into the back of my head, as if I was cheating on my wife. But then my brain actually woke up for a moment to remind me that my wife had left me. And I gave myself over to the pleasure being offered.
I felt the gentle roll of car rocking me while Lauren crawled into my lap and started her own rocking against me. Our tongues were sparring and my arms wrapped up her slender body.
She held my head while we reveled in the passion of kissing someone for the first time. I held her tight ass in my hands as we licked and nuzzled and caressed. When she backed away from me, the sparkle in her eyes and her impish grin were seductive hints of what was to come.
She slinked her way down my body until she was kneeling on the plush floor of the car. The back seat was bigger than I'd realized. I sat still as she coyly fished open my zipper and drew my painfully hard erection through the fly. I held my breath for a moment, watching her pretty face hovering over my rod. And then when she leaned in to draw a long lick across it I let out a long exhalation of pent-up arousal and excitement.
Almost casually, she drew me into her mouth and down her throat, sinking further and further until she'd taken me all the way down in one long gulp. My eyes were wide as her tongue and throat muscles massaged me. Damn she was really good at this. Then, she backed off a bit so that the crown was between her lips while she wrapped her hand around my pecker to stroke the shaft.
All too soon, I felt myself slipping away, months of sperm coiling in my swollen balls. I grunted a warning, and she took up a fast wrist motion to jack me off while she opened her mouth and looked into my eyes to watch me. My vision was locked onto the twitching rod in her hands and then all at once the end split open and I could see the jets of cum blasting into her mouth.
She kept jacking me off but after the first three spurts she clamped her mouth around me and started to swallow it down. But the months away had built up a huge load and after a while, dribbles of semen started slipping out the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flashed as she kept swallowing and let the rivulets streak down her chin.
At last I ran dry for the moment, my head reeling from the force of my orgasm. Lauren sat back on her heels, immensely proud of herself as she saw the utter and complete satisfaction on my face. Then she turned to find a tissue from somewhere and cleaned up her face.
Once done, she ducked her head back into my lap to lick any remaining traces of my sperm off of me, and despite the recent deflation, I felt a fresh bout of energy willing itself back down into my loins.
Lauren moved off of me when the car came to a stop inside a large garage. When the driver opened the door, I followed Lauren into the house like a lost puppy.
"Good lord," I exclaimed as I looked around at the opulent surroundings. "What do you do for a living?"
"Oh, nothing. I write about fashion every now and again, but my family's loaded." She pirouetted and started away from me.
Lauren stalked directly through the hallways, never turning around to look back at me. She shrugged out of her silky jacket and cast it away. The blouse came next and I stepped past it as I followed her, watching her tight ass flexing with each motion in the short skirt.
At the end of the hall, she flung open the double doors and marched into a spacious bedroom, and then turned around to face me as I watched her slip the skirt to the floor.
I came right up to her and pulled her into a frenzied kiss while her hands immediately went to strip my clothes off as well. Soon after, all clothing was scattered to the side and then I picked up her naked body into my arms, burying my face into her fabulous tits and carried her up to fall onto the bed in a heap of naked flesh.
I suckled on her breasts, tiny aureole capped with turgid nipples, while Lauren held my head to her chest and moaned happily. I left my hands in place to their enjoyment while I slid my body down the bed until I was half-hanging off the mattress, but with my head between her legs.
My pecker was screaming at me like mad to bury itself into the first vagina it would have in what felt like ages. But my ego would not let me continue without first pleasing the lady.
My tongue was carving out the alphabet on her neatly trimmed pussy and my fingers dragged their way across all the sensitive nooks and crannies along her sides, alternately tickling and caressing. In just a few short minutes, I was soon rewarded with a squeal and a river of honey pouring out into my mouth while Lauren's thighs clamped tightly against my ears.
I felt a tugging against my hair, so I pulled myself up to stretch my body over hers, my hips naturally nestling between Lauren's legs as she reached out to taste herself on my lips. The light in her eyes was almost enough to quell the nervousness in my heart.
I kissed her quickly, and then leaned back. "I, uh, haven't done this is a long time."
Lauren said nothing, but closed her eyes and planted a fresh, passionate kiss on me that went a long way to stoking the fire in my loins and washing away my fear. Her hand slid down to wrap around my throbbing shaft, as large and as hot as it had ever been. And with her guidance, I leaned forward and sank myself into her folds, a slow but exciting warmth a million times better than sinking into a hot tub after a weary day.
"Oh my god..."
We just lay there for a few moments, soaking up the sensations and feeling the gentle pulses of our joining. And then I felt her inner muscles MOVE.
I gasped at the feeling and then suddenly I was thrusting, pulling back until I was almost disengaged before driving back in, our hips blasting together and forcing a moan from Lauren's lips. I lifted myself up on my arms to watch this vixen beneath me, eyes bright, whimpering in pleasure, round tits bouncing.
Lauren was a vocal lover, urging me on with dirty words and a husky tone. And she was all real, not just spouting mindless phrases like a bored porn star.
"Fuck me... harder... ooh, like that..."
Faster and faster we kept going, until Lauren's hands were clamped onto my biceps while her legs intertwined with mine to pull me tighter into her with each thrust. The pleasure was so intense I could feel my control beginning to slip away. I ground my hips as best I could and was soon rewarded with a breathy gasp from Lauren, soon followed by her back arching, pressing her chest into mine. And then a happy cry sounded off in my ears as Lauren crested over into orgasm.
Finally I relaxed my inner muscles, and at that moment I erupted, a huge torrent flowing into her willing body. With every pulsing spurt, another weight was lifted off of my shoulders. My ex-wife was history. My life would go on. Perhaps I did have a chance at life after love.
Lauren lay back against the pillows, luxuriating in the afterglow. Her eyes burned with blue fire as I lay on my side, recovering my breath. Her fingers absently rolled over a naked breast.
"That was fun. Can I have one more?" she asked cutely.
Smiling and groaning at the same time, I caught a breath and then said, "Sure. Just give me a few minutes."
She reached her hand to tickle at my deflated pecker. "Aww... do I have to wait? Maybe we should have brought home that hot waitress. I'll bet she could have filled in this time very nicely." Lauren's eyes flared even brighter as she said that while her other hand rubbed at the mound between her legs.
I felt the blood surging back to life inside of me as the lesbian vision popped into my mind. Grand designs on recovering my life were put aside. Planning for my future now, I promised myself I would see that vision in reality someday. I dragged myself over to suckle at Lauren's wobbly tits. She just giggled and we returned to a fresh round of fucking.
"Listen, ah, about last night." Lauren started.
I put my coffee down. Her tone had that serious undercurrent to it.
"Last night was great," she said before pausing.
We both knew what the next word was going to be. "But..." I interjected, smiling at her.
Her easy smile was back. "But, I just got out of a long-term relationship. I'm not looking for anything serious."
The answer came quickly to me, my mouth speaking the exact opposite of my heart. "And neither am I. I just got out of a messy marriage." Deep down, I wanted to cling to her, to build a new relationship, to make myself feel whole again. But a rebound probably was not in my best interests.
"Good to know." Lauren leaned over and kissed me. "Right now, I probably have big trust and abandonment issues. First my parents took off. Now the only real love in my life, too." She looked wistful, but then her eyes glittered and the playful smile was back.
Lauren's voice then took on a humorous can-you-believe-this tone. "My therapist told me that the first thing I'd do was live in denial. I'd rebound and treat my new boyfriend as if he was my old boyfriend. Then after that didn't work out, I'd withdraw emotionally and throw myself into a meaningless relationship without thinking about it. Only after I'd cleansed my soul would I be able to love again."
I briefly wondered if that was what my own future held for me. "Well, thanks for saving me my own visit to a therapist." I decided then and there that I would be smarter about my decision making. I could get through this on my own and without those misguided relationship hassles Lauren had just described. Right?
"Well, that whole scenario isn't really me," Lauren continued. "I mean, here I am, and I'm not thinking about you like my old boyfriend at all. And I hope you're not thinking of me like your ex, either."
"Good. Last night was fun, though. So, now that that's out of the way, I can call you without you reading anything into it."
"Sure thing." We chatted the rest of the morning, and I felt unbelievably comfortable and relaxed around this beautiful stranger. We said the usual "keep in touch" bullshit. But I left believing it was just a fun one-night stand, and that would be the end of Lauren. Still, I was very grateful to her for getting me back in the saddle. Maybe now I could learn to ride again.
The next night, I woke up in a cold sweat. I reached over to the pillow next to me, finding nothing but cold sheets. I searched frantically, looking for my wife to reassure me. But she wasn't there. Fitfully, I tried to go back to sleep.
Lauren did call me. We did coffee on Monday morning to start off the work week. And then she called me again Friday night to finish the work week. We went out dancing, and ended up in my bed. Just sex, just casual.
Okay, so maybe she was turning out to be a two-night stand. Our connection was electric, the sexual chemistry unbelievable. But we were both on the rebound. And we both knew not to make this anything more permanent. We chatted about nothing important, no pressure. And when the weekend was over we went our separate ways. When I walked out the front door she gave me a look of longing I'll never forget, as if deep down she wanted more. I knew I'd be seeing her again.
Six months went by, a very long six months. Every now and again Lauren and I would have a play date, but those were booty calls to unwind and then return back to our lives. We did finally seduce the waitress from Maretto's, and I will never forget that threesome for as long as I live. The sex relaxed me, and Lauren was great fun to hang out with. I burned the image of Lauren suckling the waitress's tits into my brain for all eternity. But we both knew we were just friends with benefits. To help get over our respective exes. That was the unspoken rule between us.
When I was with Lauren, I felt content. The rest of the time, I was just morose and depressed. But day by day, I was taking my life back. I thought about Kristin less and less. My psyche was rebuilding.
One day, I was walking back to my office with my morning coffee when an angelic vision walked into view. Long, silky, raven black hair. Porcelain perfect face with big almond eyes. Her body was slender and petite, but with curves. I was looking at the rare jewel of an Asian with great tits. I did a double take so hard I nearly crashed into the wall.
Unfortunately for me, the girl noticed, and coyly covered a laughing smile with her hand. Then she turned back to listen attentively to the HR staffer who was escorting her through the building.
I stopped to wipe up the bit of scalding coffee I'd managed to spill in my hand, and then retreated into my office.
An hour later, there was a knock at my door. The same HR staffer was there, my angel right behind.
"Hello, I'd like to introduce Saya, the President's new assistant."
Saya stepped forward, and I forced myself to keep a straight face as she extended a hand and said "Pleased to meet you." She had a very noticeable Japanese accent, but her words were very clear in that slightly high-pitched, cute voice that many Japanese girls adopted.
Looking right into her face, I took her hand, shaking it formally, but gently. "Dozo yorishiku. And welcome to the company. You speak English very well."
She blushed, "Thank you. I was an English major in school."
The HR staffer piped up, "Saya just graduated from the University of Tokyo. She'll be helping Mr. Yamamoto with all his communications, helping to translate everything into English along with her usual admin duties."
Impressed, I turned back to Saya. "Wow! How long have you been in the US?"
"I only arrived yesterday. But I have been to America many times on short trips." Saya was staring right into my eyes, and I could actually see the electric sparkles in the back of her irises.
I wanted to stay right there and gaze at this girl all day. She would only be a few years younger than me, and she was gorgeous. I was smitten already. Love at first sight? But I tamped down my inner feelings. "Well, I'm sure you have to go around and meet a lot more people. But if you have any questions, want to know the good restaurants around here, or anything, just let me know, ok?" I extended my hand again to shake goodbye.
She shook my hand. "I will. Thank you."
Then they were gone. The door had just closed when I sat heavily into my chair and whistled... They say lightning hits you when you have that kind of connection. Wow, thunderbolt city.
For the rest of the day, I did my best to think of Saya as just another new employee. I did my work. I was bored during the executive meetings, and I ran the usual meeting for my own department. I did the usual low-key flirting with Tiffany. But by the end of the day, I just wanted to go home, sit in my recliner, and stare at the ceiling. Maybe even dream about Saya.
So that's what I did. The ceiling started boring me after a minute or so, so I popped on ESPN. Terrell Owens was being an ass, and ESPN decided to show him being an ass for a full twenty minutes. Then that got boring, so I started surfing around aimlessly.
After a few hours I got hungry. I'm not much of a cook, so I'd usually just go out to eat. But lately frozen food had captured my attention, mostly so I wouldn't have to even go out my front door. Lo and behold, my freezer was turning up without anything remotely appetizing. Time to restock. Then I could come home and be miserable again. I'd dimly recalled that the Alyssa Milano vampire flick was going to be on Cinemax later that night.
I was still hunting down the freezer aisle, the ice cream tempting me from a few doors away when something caught my attention in the corner of my eye. A pretty girl, slightly desperate in trying to figure out the all the funny labels.
She turned and saw me, relief crossing her face. "Oh, Konbanwa! Uh, good evening!" She had a long list in her hand, written entirely in Japanese.
I rolled my cart over to her. "Need some help?"
She blinked several times, glancing back and forth between her list and the shelves. "Oh, oh, no I am OK. This can't be that hard, right?"
"Sure, food is food, no matter what country you're in." But she still looked a little confused. "Well, I'm sure you can get through a shopping trip by yourself. But it can't hurt to have someone around for your first time."
Saya's smile would have lit up the whole city block. "OK! Thank you."
We chatted for the next twenty minutes while stocking up. I introduced her to "club cards" and how to avoid the knock-off store brands. Apparently, Saya's apartment was only a few blocks from my condo. Her roommate was the President's niece, and said roommate was supposed to help her with the shopping. But at the last minute, the boyfriend called and the roommate backed out. Saya had insisted she would be alright by herself. For example, she was very proud she was able to drive to the market on her own.
Eventually, we got everything squared away. Rice and other cooking staples for Saya. Frozen microwaveable stuff and 2-liter sodas for me. Then, casually, we said our goodbyes ("see you tomorrow") and went our separate ways.
For the rest of the week, Saya and I exchanged casual 'hello's, but other than that it was back to business as usual. She was very careful not to pay any more attention to me than anyone else in the office, but I caught the occasional sly look from her. Once, I stopped by to help her figure out how to do something in MS Excel. We had the usual chitchat around the coffee machine. But beyond that, we had only the standard interoffice co-worker-type of relationship.
Outside the office was a different story. On Wednesday I ran into her at the mall, and we ended up shopping together for hours. I hate the mall, but I needed a new jacket. I was telling stories nonstop, pointing out all the little quirks of Americana. Saya joked that I was her Ambassador to the United States.
I walked her back to her car. She hit the remote to unlock it, and then turned to face me. I felt my weight shifting to the balls of my feet as I leaned in towards her, and realized she was leaning towards me as well. Our faces were just a few inches apart, and I looked deeply into her eyes as if I could drown myself in the well of emotion I saw there.
Just when the urge to kiss her was becoming unbearable, she blinked and leaned back, turning away from me and opened up the car door. I saw the blush of red fill her white cheeks. "Ah, thank you for helping me. I'll see you at work tomorrow."
I nodded, responding with a gentle "goodbye." Then I turned to find my car. That WAS the opportune moment, but I was too hesitant to take it. Although Kristin had been the furthest thing from my mind, perhaps I wasn't ready for a new relationship.
I daydreamed the whole Thursday at work about Saya. I locked myself in my office and tried to work furiously, but my train of thought kept drifting. She was a co-worker, right? There's one good reason not to get involved. But then, we had completely separate jobs so there was no conflict of interest. She just got to America, and hasn't even had a chance to make other friends yet. Common sense says it's in her best interest to find her own identity in this world before latching on to a commitment that could potentially blow up in her face. And I wanted what was best for Saya. Then again, the only reason a beautiful, smart woman like her was single was that she was so brand new to America. And if I didn't snatch her up, someone else would.
As always, there was the recent divorce looming over my head. Was I sure this wasn't a rebound? Not entirely. But if I was looking for a rebound, Lauren would have been the perfect candidate. Were my own neuroses keeping me from possibly the best thing that could ever happen to me? I had to take the chance.
Making up my mind, I finally left my office. My stomach was growling at me as soon as I got up, it was three in the afternoon, and I hadn't eaten anything yet. Glancing at Mr. Yamamoto's office, I saw that the desk in front where Saya usually sat was empty. So I headed to the kitchen.
Down the hallway, Tiffany jiggled her way across my path. She stopped, profiling herself just right for me and said a sweet "Hey, you..."
Not even slowing down, I just strode past her. "Not right now, Tiffany."
I turned the corner and then sure enough, Saya was brewing a fresh pot of coffee. And luckily for me, she was alone.
I did my best to seem casual. Years of executive meetings and marketing pushes had trained me to project confidence automatically in any situation. "Ooh, fresh coffee."
Saya turned and smiled her megawatt smile at me. "Almost. It should be done in another minute."
We paused to watch the coffee machine kick in. "So do you have any plans for the weekend?" I asked.
"No, not really. I am still getting settled in. I'm not really sure where to go. I have already been to the tourist places like Disneyland."
Perfect. "Well, I'd be happy to show you around. Show you all the hidden treasures that only local people know about."
Her smile was radiant, and my confidence was growing. "That would be great!"
I decided to press my luck. "And how about tomorrow? I'd like to take you out to dinner on Friday."
The glow in Saya's eyes instantly dimmed, her smile vanished, and for a moment my heart stopped. Had I just blown the whole thing? "Um, well. I don't have plans. But, don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Me? No!" It wasn't the smoothest way of handling her question, but I was still in panic-mode. Practiced executive confidence or not, my brain was freaking out.
"But then, Tiffany, right? She acts so... close to you. And you are very friendly with her. I thought you were together. That's why I try to be very professional with you at work. I do not want to upset her."
"Oh, that. No, we're just friends." Relief washed over me and the color started coming back into my face. "It's a game she plays."
I stepped forward, getting very close to violating Saya's personal space. "Saya, you have been the only woman on my mind. That's why I want to get to know you better."
Her smile was back. "Then, yes."
"Yes?" I was momentarily confused.
She giggled, covering her mouth in polite embarrassment. "Yes, I will go to dinner with you tomorrow night."
Friday's dinner went perfectly. We talked for hours. I was used to speaking formalized English for dealing with foreign clients, and Saya was quickly picking up on the American slang I did use. I told her about my divorce, and Saya had just broken up with her college boyfriend when she moved to the US. We were both filling an emotional void for each other, and seemed quite happy with the arrangement.
Saya wanted to see my condo, so we lounged on the couch with a few cocktails while she complimented me on my decorating style. Then we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning learning everything there was to know about each other. When exhaustion finally started setting in, I offered to take her home.
When I dropped her off at her apartment door, the sun was already coming up. Just before she went inside, Saya wrapped her arms behind my head and gave me a kiss I will never forget for the rest of my life.
I floated on Cloud 9 the rest of the way home. I was thinking, maybe she's the one. Maybe my life is about to turn around.
Aw, crap. I grabbed for the receiver, checking the clock at the same time. Only 11am. I told Saya I'd pick her up around 2pm.
"Good lord, are you still asleep?"
I recognized the voice. "Lauren?"
"Of course! I thought you workaholic types were up at 7am on weekends? You have a late night?"
"Really? Who was the babe?"
"Actually, her name is Saya."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. "Really?" Lauren dragged out that word, real surprise in her voice. "Homeboy finally got back in the game! Is she still there now?"
Thankfully, I did not detect any jealousy in Lauren's voice. Why should there be? We were just friends. "No, I took her home. Nothing happened."
"Aww, you strike out?"
"No, I just wanted to be a gentleman."
"She's that special, huh? Hmm, I wonder how she tastes. You're going to have to introduce me someday." Lauren put a little seductive spice into that last sentence.
"I will, I promise. Now let me go back to sleep."
"Ah, shit. I had my whole afternoon planned out for you. Now who's going to come over here and fuck my lights out?"
"Sorry, I'm seeing her this afternoon. And watch your language young lady."
Lauren laughed. "Young lady, my ass. You can't say that to me. How old are you?"
"I'm two years older than you!"
"Really?" I was shocked. I'd thought she was 23, tops. "You don't look it."
"Thank you. But anyways, go see your sweetheart. I'll catch up with you later. I'll just have to find myself some other younger man to be my stud!"
I smiled at that. Refreshingly, I didn't feel jealous in the slightest either. Not when I had Saya. "Knock yourself out."
That afternoon, I treated Saya to some of the most beautiful and romantic places around the area. We had to do a little hiking, but the views, and especially the privacy, more than made up for it. Spectacular cliffs, hidden waterfalls, and a gorgeous sunset over the beach.
We stole quick kisses here and there along the way, basking in the glow and warmth of puppy love. I had enough sense to realize it could all vanish, but my heart didn't care and I reveled in my infatuation with my angel.
After the sunset, we retired back to my place. Ostensibly it was because we weren't hungry for dinner just yet. But really I just wanted to be alone with her in the comfort of my home. We paid only lip service to the glasses of wine I offered before wrapping our arms around each other and launching into our first full-blown make out session. I could not get enough of her sweet taste and aromatic scent, rubbing my nose and lips into the most sensitive crooks around her neck and face.
Lost in the delirium we simply attacked each other with lustful fervor, our hands rubbing and caressing with abandon. When I cupped her tight ass in my palms there was no resistance, only an erotic moan from her directly into my mouth.
She grabbed at my arms and pressed her body against me as we shifted position, only briefly releasing our lip lock to balance ourselves before returning once again to the heaven of kissing in new love. I knew my lips would have to be bruised from the abuse. Eventually, I was flat on my back across the couch with my head on a pillow, Saya stretched out on top of me, her thigh rubbing against the erection trying to jump out of my pants.
This did not escape her notice, as Saya suddenly sat up a bit, staring into my eyes sharply with an intent expression. There was no way I could hide my lust for her at that moment, and my palms continued to rub at her very tight asscheeks.
One of her hands dropped down to my lap, gently tracing the outline of my cock through my pants while she leaned down to kiss me more gently, more slowly. And then she suddenly stopped and looked down to focus as she opened the clasp to my pants and drew the zipper down.
Instinctively, I moved to say that she didn't have to do anything, but a whispered "shhh..." from her quieted my protest.
Once she got my pants open, she tugged down and pulled both them and my boxers off my hips, baring my naked erection to the open air in all its glory. Saya gasped momentarily as it extended upwards a bit, like a plant searching out the Sun. Then she wrapped a tiny hand around the shaft, making my rod look even thicker and longer than it was.
Slightly hesitant, she mulled things over for a bit before lowering her head and taking one long lick from the base all the way up to the crown. I was so revved up I felt like I was going to lose it right then, and let out a loud groan of pleasure.
Saya grinned widely at my reaction, and then she moved in to lick again, dragging both hands up and down the shaft while she settled her tongue and lips onto the head.
It was not the most expert blowjob I'd ever experienced, but the obvious thought and care she put into pleasing me more than made up for it, and the fires of my arousal were being stoked higher and higher as she continued to stroke and suck on me. When she shoved my big piece of meat into her mouth I thought I would die of happiness, and she began to move more quickly while watching the obvious pleasure in my face.
My hand reached out and stroked her cheek and her hair while she kept going, and then when my hips started twitching she moved up her pace to breakneck speed.
"Oh, Saya!" I called out, right on the brink of orgasm, and she stuffed as much of me into her mouth as she could right when I hit the edge and began pouring out shot after shot into her mouth. She swallowed quickly but then pulled me out, lest she start gagging. She still had both hands on my shaft and kept stroking as another few shots flew from my tip to splatter against her nose and across her face.
She was blinking quickly to protect her eyes but a wide smile was on her face as she kept tugging every little bit of my cum out of me, until at last I was finished and she moved to lick the last bit from my little hole, then giggled her schoolgirl laugh. "Did you like that?"
"Like it, I loved it! Domo, domo arigato."
"Do itashimashite." She bowed her head briefly, and then got up to the bathroom to clean herself up while I gathered my pants back up.
When she came back to the couch, I leaned in to kiss her. She backed off briefly and said, "I could not find any mouthwash."
I smiled, "I don't mind." Then taking her in my hands I kissed her then pressed my tongue in to spar with hers, comfortably ignoring the slightly salty taste. If Saya could handle it, then so could I.
"You hungry? I'm not much of a cook, but I do know a great restaurant that you have to try."
Saya smiled back at me, lighting up the room. I could really get used to her smile. "That sounds good!"
Still soaking in the post-orgasmic bliss, I fully realized: Saya was special, and she really liked me. A new life after love was really here.
They called my name, our table ready. We got up from our seats in the lounge and presented ourselves to the maitre'd.
"Yes, sir, right this way."
Saya looped her arm through mine, and together we trailed after the hostess. "Edo" was an upscale but casual restaurant known for having the best chefs, both for teppan and for sushi, all of whom were trained in their native Japan.
Saya's eyes had lit up when she realized where we were going, and she promised to show me how a real Japanese native went about the food. There were ten chairs arranged around the central Teppan grill, and we were placed fairly front and center. What came next was a complete surprise.
I felt a hand touch my shoulder and when I turned to look a familiar face came around. "Hi!"
Lauren looked down at me and then to my date. "Hey, yourself!" Then she extended a hand down, "You must be Saya."
Saya stood up politely and shook Lauren's hand. "Yes, I am."
"I'm Lauren. We're... kind of old friends," she replied, nodding to me. "Except for the 'old' part. I'll let you in on a little secret." Her voice dropped to a near whisper. "He really likes you."
Saya laughed, covering her mouth. Then I noticed that Lauren was not alone. A tall Japanese gentleman was right behind her. Lauren followed my gaze and then held out her arm to bring the guy into the conversation. "Ken, this is the friend I've been telling you about. And this is Saya."
Ken shook my hand firmly, and in perfect American English said, "Nice to meet you." Then he turned to Saya and said basically the same thing in flawless Japanese.
Saya replied politely, and then the four of us returned to take our seats, the two girls in the middle.
We all made small talk, alternating between chatting all together and talking just as couples. It was Saya's turn to play tour guide as she pointed out how things were done differently from a similar restaurant in Japan. When our waitress came, Saya insisted on ordering for the both of us, and then she spoke in rapid-fire Japanese that I could not keep up with. I got bits and pieces, words like "teriyaki" stand out somewhat. But then I just resigned myself to trusting what Saya was ordering.
Before the Teppan chef came out, several bottles of sake were brought to us as well as a few pieces of sashimi that Saya directed me to eat. I got to show off my chopstick skills and we all began to chat amiably with the other patrons at our table. Saya and Ken both were able to converse directly with our Teppan chef and in the end all four of us got a lot more food than normal. Also, when our bills came, I realized we were paying for a lot less than we'd actually eaten and drank. "Nippon special" Saya told me.
Saya and Lauren got along very well, Saya fishing for more information about me and Lauren recalling many of my weird quirks from our short time together. All in all it was mostly harmless, but I got the distinct impression that Saya realized my relationship with Lauren had crossed the physical line of normal friendship.
There was a private moment when Saya went to the restroom. Lauren lowered her voice and told me, "She really likes you. But don't get too clingy too fast. You'll scare her off. Think Boyfriend, not Husband. Just a woman's intuition." I filed it away as advice from a friend.
At the end of the evening, we went our separate ways. Lauren also exchanged cell phone numbers with Saya.
"We're going to have to be good friends if you want to seriously date this guy," Lauren laughed, jerking her thumb at me.
Saya nodded agreeably. Lauren hugged the both of us and we promised to keep in touch.
We shook hands with Ken and wished him well. Lauren had a hungry look in her eye, so he was getting laid tonight. But somehow I knew I would never be seeing Ken again. Think One-Night Stand, not Boyfriend. And then Saya and I were all by ourselves again, driving away from the restaurant.
Tonight, more than ever, I wanted Saya to stay with me overnight. I wanted to be a gentleman and let things move at her pace, but our little oral session before dinner had done nothing to quench the lust in me, only stoke the fire even hotter.
When I dropped her off at her apartment, she gave me a big, wet kiss: full of hope and more than a hint of future pleasures yet to come.
The plan was that Sunday we would be apart. Her roommate was going to take her out to lunch and meet with some friends. It would be good for her to meet new people and experience America through the eyes of someone other than me. We would see each other again when the work week started.
For some time, I was miserable without her; and my lonely mind was conjuring up nightmarish images of Saya being swept away by some cute guy. But I had no real worries. Saya was falling in love with me, and I with her. I would miss her all the more until I saw her again. I had never so looked forward to a Monday before.
As it turned out, I didn't even have to wait that long. It was just after dinner time when my doorbell rang. Without checking the peephole, I just opened the door and there she was.
Casually dressed for a lazy Sunday evening, just sweater and jeans, she stood in the hallway looking kawaii cute and ever so hopeful/nervous about my reaction. I was simultaneously surprised and elated to see her, and when the smile cracked my face open and I held my arms out, she giggled and jumped into my arms while I wrapped her up in a warm hug and kicked the door closed.
"Are you happy to see me?" she asked in her quiet, cute voice.
"Very much." Then I leaned down to taste her lips, so spicy sweet.
No more words were exchanged as we kept kissing until I swept her off her feet and carried her over to the couch where we could continue more comfortably, and where my happiest recent memories originated. Saya's kissing had a forceful urgency to it, and when she sat up suddenly, I realized I was seeing a more aggressive look in her than I'd ever imagined.
Wordlessly, she dropped her hands to the hem of her sweater, and in that fluid crossing motion all women instinctively know, she whipped it over her head and bared her bra-encased bosom to my intense gaze.
"I think it is time for me to see your bedroom again." It was a statement, not a request, and her husky voice, so different from the high-pitched giggle, brooked no dissent.
Suddenly, I had a desperate need to see my angel in all her naked glory. We managed to separate our lips long enough to strip down to our underwear and also get just outside of my bedroom door when my fingers finally slipped the catch to her bra. Then tugging that off and pulling her panties to the floor, I stepped back to admire Saya's fantastic form.
The absolute delight in my face must have quelled any nervousness on her part, because Saya merely lay back against the doorframe and posed for me. I had found the rare perfection. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, set firm and high on her chest. Flat stomach and tiny waist flared out into pleasingly rounded hips. And in the center, a neatly trimmed pussy already glistening with arousal. She had a coy expression, and when she beckoned a hand to me, I was suddenly filled with the realization that I was about to get laid.
My boxers dropped to the floor and then I rushed to kiss her once again, molding my body against hers, feeling her breasts against my skin even while my erection poked against her stomach. Together we moved into the bedroom, searching out my bed.
Saya suddenly took charge and pressed her palms against my chest, propelling me backwards until I literally stumbled upon the bed, flopping onto my back. I fell awkwardly and actually banged my head against the wall, laughing all the while.
Saya giggled and apologized at the same time, and then she was straddling me, rubbing my head while she made apologies in both English and Japanese. We just laughed together and then in retaliation I started tickling at her sides, which itself descended into a massive tickle fight that only got us even more flushed and aroused than we already were.
I used my superior size and leverage to pin her onto her back, and then just when I had her twitching uncontrollably in ticklish spasms, I dove my face down into her muff and sank two fingers into the tight snatch.
The high-pitched girlish giggles quickly degenerated into lower-pitched moans as my tongue went to work and quickly found her swollen clit. My fingers were plunging and scraping in the tight tunnel, feeling the folds and finding new things to tickle inside.
I was only suckling her for a few minutes before her first climax hit. Her moans dragged out into one long scream and then she dumped her nectar of the gods into my mouth. The thrill of making her so happy and the sweet, musky taste were both addictive, and I refused to move from my spot. I kept tonguing her through the climax and sent her body pushing towards another one to build on top of that.
She started making little squeaking sounds, "Ai! Ai!" that were music to my ears.
My fingers found a special spot that triggered an immediate response every time I brushed against it. And so, wrapping my lips around her clit and rubbing against that spot feverishly, I bore down to give Saya an orgasm like she'd never had before.
All at once, a loud, wailing cry split the air and then her hands clamped down onto the back of my head, her thighs squeezed shut around my ears, and then she was flooding my face with what felt like a tsunami of liquid. Her hips bucked at me, thrusting into the air and lifting my head up repeatedly as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her. She was pumping so hard I momentarily worried if she would break my neck.
When she came down from her incredible high, she split her legs and then immediately attacked me. My body was limp from momentary oxygen-deprivation, and displaying an unbelievable strength, Saya flipped me onto my back, yanked my erection up, and then shoved as much of my meat into her pussy as she could.
She was so tight, she only got me halfway in on that first lunge. But she was so incredibly turned on she just kept bucking at me in a frenzy until at last we were fully engaged.
My head was still spinning as my lungs sucked in the precious air, but Saya's rapid-fire aerobic thrusting was not lost upon my rod, or my eyes. My dick felt on fire as her inner muscles were sliding and squeezing me very well. And Saya's perfect tits were bouncing and gyrating beautifully.
After the first sprint Saya started to slow down; her pace would have been impossible to maintain. But then she took to rotating her hips, carving my shaft into every nook and cranny of her insides while I finally let my hands up to cup, caress, and tweak those breasts I was so entranced by.
Saya started gasping weakly, and her eyes were tightening as I titillated every sensitive spot I could find. I relocated my hands to her hips and really started pile driving her light body onto me, grinding her clit down against my rod and pumping her until her body suddenly went rigid, and she leaned back to wail out a new orgasm.
Finally hearing that, I started to let myself go. I jack hammered her body onto me all through her climax, not letting up one bit on the pleasure overload and causing fresh wails out of Saya's mouth.
I felt the pressure building and building inside of me until I crossed the point of no return and my body's instinct took over for those final few seconds. When my hands went slack on her hips and I started to grunt, Saya slipped her body off of me and before I could react, she wrapped her hands around my shaft and squeezed me until I exploded right in her face.
After the first burst splattered across her nose, she aimed lower and jerked off the rest of the jets into her chest, letting the spunk mingle with sweat and dribble down between her cleavage.
"Mmmm..." Saya hummed, her fingers moving to rub the white cream into her skin.
I had died and gone to heaven.
When morning came, we tamped down on the urge for a morning quickie. Instead, we crowded each other in the bathroom, clowning around while preparing for the work morning. There was no regret or awkwardness between us. From the giggling and the cute comments, I felt even more at ease with Saya and even happier that I'd found someone who made me feel so good.
Saya had the foresight to bring along a set of work clothes, and we found ourselves standing just inside my front door, domestically grooming each other just before leaving. I could get used to this.
We'd shared a beautiful weekend. Now the real world waited. I couldn't think of anyone else I wanted at my side. My life after love had begun.