Chapter 1

Eyes curiously sneaked peaks at the young, white, curly, haired blonde girl sitting alone on a Tokyo subway cart. Emma was well aware she looked out of place surrounded by mostly Japanese men and women all heading home after a long day of work, she was used to the stares, the questioning looks people would give her, wondering what she was doing in a foreign city.

It had been a couple of weeks since she arrived in Tokyo for an internship with a large fashion company, the city was much larger and more modern than what she was used to back in Australia. The nervousness of being in a new place, especially one so different was almost overwhelming to begin with. She didn’t speak the language apart from simple words but luckily Tokyo was very foreigner friendly, she got the hang of things quickly and was starting to feel more confident with each passing day.

Her tiny, one room apartment was situated on the outskirts of Tokyo, a 30 minute train ride from the city center where she worked. Most trips back to where she would be calling home for the next 6 months were nice and quiet, a far cry from the busy peak hour times where she often found herself crammed in with other commuters. She would usually listen to an audiobook, a guide to learning Japanese for beginners, or just text with friends back home, keeping to herself like most passengers.

A couple of stops after the journey started a familiar man took a seat opposite her, she noticed him right away and greeted the gentleman with a friendly smile. He was a regular at this time of night, he looked to be in his 30s, with bronze skin, dark eyes, and a healthy head of black hair with a faint beard, quite handsome Emma thought. He always wore a similar black business suit and carried a briefcase but what really drew her to him was the fact he would unsuccessfully try to sneak glances at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. At first, the young girl found it creepy, it didn’t help that she had heard stories about these kinds of things happening often on Japanese subways, her orientation at work also warned her of the dangers of train travel but apart from the occasional glances nothing else gave her red flags, his demeanor didn’t scream out pervert, he was probably just curious like most others.

The more she thought about him the more she kind of weirdly enjoyed the idea he might be trying to steal glances up her skirts or the beige, cotton, dress she was currently wearing. The dress clung to her thin, athletic frame like a glove and the hem rested a few inches higher than mid-thigh length, just a slight separation of her long legs and he would be able to spot the color of her lace panties, the dirty thought sent a thrill up her spine.

Emma never knew she had an exhibitionist side, it was probably the lack of male attention that was giving her these lewd ideas, months had passed since she had any sort of interaction with the opposite sex because planning for her internship consumed most of her time. It was so stupid she thought, he probably wasn’t even interested in her, how would she even go about finding out? He probably didn’t even know a lick of English.

As the train came to a stop a few passengers left the cart, Emma caught the man giving her another brief peek, her heart started to beat a little faster when their eyes met, the older gentlemen offering up the smallest of grins which she almost instantly returned before he looked away. She didn’t know what came over her but the young woman purposefully parted her pale thighs just enough for him to be able to see up her dress if he peeped in her direction again.

Her 5’8, 49kg frame nervously trembled while she pretended to be busy on her phone, all the while waiting and hoping he would glance her way once more. It didn’t take more than a minute and she caught him discreetly peering into the tiny gap her thighs left, the man seemed to be surprised and confused at first, Emma glanced over her phone seeing him in two minds whether or not to keep looking. Her eyes met his again and she innocently smiled, not giving away she spread her legs on purpose to give him the slightest view of her pink, lace panties.

She left her thighs agape knowing the older man was secretly enjoying the view, even if he was fearful he might get caught. Emma found it arousing to play the naive young woman who had no clue a man was perving up her dress, she wondered what was going through his mind at this very moment, judging by his body language she knew he wasn’t a creep, he was just as surprised at what was unfolding as she was. A strong part of her was hoping he thought this little white girl was spreading her legs on purpose, maybe she wanted him to talk to her, or maybe she wanted to do more than just talk, thinking about this was having an effect on her, the young girl was getting flushed with arousal.

The older Japanese man continued to sneak peeks between Emma’s thighs, she did her best to not let on she knew what he was doing, her cute, pink pussy threatened to stain her panties if this went on any further. At the next stop, a woman entered the cart and sat down a couple of seats from the gentlemen, Emma reluctantly brought her thighs back together knowing she would get caught, her little exhibition show was over for the night. As soon as she got back to her apartment, Emma fingered herself to orgasm, imagining the stranger was beating his cock thinking of her, she came hard and fast, trying to be quiet knowing her walls were thin.

The next night Emma sat and waited in the same subway cart as before, she was wearing a similar dress as the previous night, the same bodycon, sleeve style dress but in white with matching heels and a black Chanel belt for contrast, her curly hair was tied back showing more of her angelic, young face.

Just like every night for the past week her handsome, older stranger boarded the train and after some hesitation, he took a seat across from her. Emma gave him the familiar, welcoming smile, still no words were exchanged but she could tell things seemed different, there was a tension in the air.

Like every other night, Emma caught glimpses of him peaking at her, his eyes drifted to her legs probably hoping to see what color panties the young woman had on tonight. She didn’t want to make it obvious, she wanted to keep playing innocent, after the third stop she pretended to stretch her arms, slouching a little in her seat before bringing out her phone, her legs parted slightly like the night before. The man had the view he was hoping for, only this time her lace panties were white. Emma struggled to contain her glee when she saw where his dark eyes were directed, no doubt in her mind it was aimed between her thighs, wondering what her pussy looked like beneath the panties.

The arousal she felt last night returned instantly, she contemplated making it more obvious this wasn’t just an innocent flash, she wanted him to engage with her but was too cowardly to do any more than she already was. Like her, the man also seemed conflicted, like he was thinking of what he should do or so Emma thought, she had no clue really, but she hoped he was at least coming up with a way of approaching the young foreign girl. All these thoughts took a backseat when new passengers took seats close to the older gentlemen, Emma quickly pressed her thighs back together, probably a little too suddenly like she was scared of what was on show, only then realizing it might have made her look guilty to the stranger.

There was no further opportunity for Emma to play her little teasing game for the rest of the journey home, when her stop came she smiled shyly at the handsome man and walked off. As she exited the station she heard a voice from behind.

“Excuse Miss”, came the deep, heavily Japanese-accented call.

Emma turned around and was pleasantly surprised that the voice belonged to the man on the train, his smile broad and full of hospitality as he quickly closed the distance between them.

“Kon’nichiwa”, Emma replied giving the man a small bow as a sign of respect.

“Kon’nichiwa”, he quickly returned, an awkward silence then followed, Emma guessing the man was trying to figure out what to say next.

Emma grinned and smiled nervously, the language barrier was something she had no clue how to overcome.

“I Hiroshi”, He explained, scratching his head and looking just as clueless as Emma was.

“Hajimemashite, Hiroshi san, I’m Emma”, the young girl replied, remembering the “nice to meet you” phrase she learned earlier that week.

“Ah, very good Japanese, Emma san”, Hiroshi complimented with a cheerful grin.

“Arigatōgozaimasu “, She returned, which means thank you very much in Japanese.

“You want food and drink?”, He offered, Emma cutely nodded and accepted the invitation eagerly which brought a pleased smile to the man’s face.

Emma didn’t know where Hiroshi was leading her but she excitingly followed, he was older and handsome and the fact they couldn’t properly converse in either of their native tongues only added to the charm of the situation. The odd pair didn’t have to travel far and were quickly enjoying drinks and food at a nearby Izakaya restaurant near the train station.

Even though the conversation was difficult for both, Emma was having a good time, It was kind of her first date in Japan, and even with how it came about under less than normal circumstances she didn’t regret saying yes to Hiroshi’s offer, he was being a proper gentleman.

The small restaurant was empty apart from a couple of customers sitting privately in opposite corners. The menu was in Japanese so Emma asked Hiroshi to order some of his favorite dishes to go with the drinks. With the help of a translation app Emma explained to the man why she was currently living in Japan, Hiroshi then using the same app informed her that he worked at a large distribution company. Her guess that he was in his 30s was correct, 34 to be exact, and lived alone. She wondered why a charming, attractive man like him was still single at his age, he seemed to be well off financially as well judging by the expensive suit and watch he wore, but she wasn’t going to dig, not that she really could with the language barrier.

“I want to visit Australia, very beautiful, nice beach”, He voiced, trying his best with the limited English he knew.

Emma nodded happily appreciating the effort he was putting in, the nerves and awkwardness seemingly gone from their earlier encounters.

“If you come, I will take you to the beach Hiroshi san”, she replied enthusiastically.

“You have boyfriend?”, He asked, Emma enjoyed how he was looking at her angelic face with admiration, hoping her blue eyes and blonde hair were captivating the older man.

Emma grinned and shook her head to gesture a no, giggling when Hiroshi seemed pleased with her answer.

“you like Japanese men?”, He then followed up with.

Emma once again gave him a grin and nodded her head to indicate she did, Hiroshi smiled knowingly and gave Emma a look that left no doubt he wanted to do more than just have food and drinks with the her. His hand then lightly touched her knee, giving it a gentle rub while his eyes watched for her reaction. Emma made no move to stop his touch, she smiled coyly at the older man, and like on the train, she parted her legs slightly knowing it was the signal Hiroshi was looking for. He removed his hand and the two continued to drink and eat, having come to a clear understanding of what each of them had agreed to with little to no words needed.

She excused herself to use the bathroom, taking a moment to let down her curly hair and touch up her red lipstick. When she came out Hiroshi was chatting with the chef and settling the bill, she had no clue what they were saying to each other but with the sly grin the chef gave her she assumed it was something about her. They both thanked the man for a pleasant meal and walked off, Hiroshi leading the way like he had before.

Emma had no clue where they were headed, It was the total opposite direction to her apartment but she didn’t care, she was enjoying his company, It felt wonderful to not be alone for once in this strange city. He held her hand as they walked, Hiroshi commenting on how beautiful she was as they walked further until he stopped in front of a hotel, it wasn’t just any hotel, it was a love hotel.

Emma wasn’t usually the type to sleep with a guy she just met, she had a solitary one night stand previously but this was so much different. Hiroshi was going to be her first Japanese man, he was much older as well, but it just felt right and sinfully naughty.

He smiled and let go of her delicate hand, walking inside and letting the young Australian choose for herself whether or not to follow. Emma of course had already made up her mind and accompanied him inside willingly, she waited close by as he chatted with the lady behind the counter and paid for a room. She felt like a hooker meeting a client in a cheap motel, the lady also gave her a look of judgment as she led the pair to their rented room., she probably did think Emma was a foreign escort.

Surprisingly the room was very nice, if not cliche with its heart-red theme, It was clean and spacious and had a comfy looking queen sized bed with red sheets. Emma took a seat on the bed as Hiroshi locked the door, he walked over to her beginning to undress, the look of desire and lust in his eyes sent glorious chills up her spine.

When he stood before her in just his black boxer briefs, an eager bulge already tenting the small piece of clothing, Emma reached down gripping the hem of her white, knitted dress and quickly pulled it up and over her head, raising her arse off the bed slightly to do so. Hiroshi grinned and admired her toned, body, flat stomach, small A-cup tits encased by an almost see-through lace white bra that matched the bikini panties. Emma didn’t know but she wasn’t the only one who would experience a first tonight, Hiroshi was going to have his first white girl pussy and in his wildest dreams he couldn’t have believed the girl it belonged to would be this young and gorgeous.

Emma seductively beamed at the older Japanese man from below, her eyes drifting over his decently muscular body, she could tell he tried to keep in shape. Her hands then reached out to fondle the front of his underwear, feeling a jolt as his cock twitched under her touch, she giggled and looked up at Hiroshi seeing his strained expression, his erection much have been agonizingly painful under those tight boxer briefs.

Emma was about to relieve his strain when Hiroshi took matters into his own hands and slipped his underwear down his legs, he kicked them away leaving his nicely shaped, caramel-colored cock standing free between his legs. His purple head looked angry and filled to max capacity with blood, Emma’s first sight of a Japanese cock and she had lucked out with one so thick and tantalizing, it made her mouth water just looking at it throb.

“you like?”, Hiroshi proudly asked with overwhelming confidence like he knew what her answer would be.

“Hai!”, Emma gleefully replied, yes in Japanese was an easy to remember word.

“blow job?”, he enquired passively with less swagger, Emma thought he mustn’t have experienced many judging by the way he asked or maybe he thought a sweet-looking girl like her didn’t do such things.

“Hai!”, she replied with for a second time, the naughty grin on her lips causing Hiroshi to throb even more.

Emma then leaned over and began to give him what he wanted, starting with teasing licks up the length of his shaft, first the right side and then the left, slow teasing licks which made Hiroshi groan out in pleasurable discomfort. She then lifted his meaty cock up and licked the underside, giggling when he twitched against her warm tongue.

“Ah, so good Emma san!”, Hiroshi said with a grimace, his hands on his hips letting the young girl work her magic as he stood before her, not quite believing this western girl was servicing his cock.

Emma moaned at the compliment before taking his red hot head into her welcoming mouth, his precum was already dribbling out onto her tongue, salty and sweet, not at all unpleasant like previous partners she sucked. She worked her cute lips over his mushroom head, paying close attention to the sensitive ridges of his helmet, his responsive groans and whimpers urged her to add more enthusiasm to her already eager dick-sucking.

Emma barely knew this man but she was acting like worshipping his cock was the most important thing she had to do. Her head bobbed back and forth along his length, slowly at first wanting Hiroshi to experience the pleasure of her willing mouth for as long as possible, she wanted the memory of her angelic caucasian face slurping on his Japanese cock to be something he could never forget, and by the look etched on his face, she seemed to be succeeding with flying colors.

“Aye, Sugoi ... Suge ... Arhhh!”, Hiroshi cried out in response, Emma knew those words must have meant something positive in his native language, she released her vacuum suction for a moment to smile around his shaft before getting back to her task.

6 minutes into the hot and wet blowjob Emma had managed to take over half his meaty cock into her mouth, she knew she couldn’t deep throat but compensated by sucking and blowing what she could take without choking as best she could. Hiroshi didn’t seem to care, he was reveling in the fact a hot blonde was making love to his cock, Emma was glad he appreciated the effort she was putting in, not all guys do.

She was happily going at a steady pace, the girl wanted it to last, and so did Hiroshi by the looks of things, most guys by now would be trying to fuck her face to quicken their release, but he was different, Hiroshi seemed to savor being on edge, maybe he didn’t think he would ever have his cock sucked again once he came, or maybe he thought it was all just a dream and didn’t want to wake up, no matter the reason, Emma was loving being in a position of power, it made her pussy drip profusely, pleasing him.

After another few minutes of her slow and steady sucking, Emma sensed Hiroshi was nearing the point of no return, his thighs were shaking and he instinctively proceeded to thrust into her face, his cock head pressing into her throat causing the girl to gag and cough. He instantly stopped his movements and pulled out of her heavenly mouth in concern which Emma greatly appreciated.

“Gomen Nasai ... Gomen Emma san!”, Hiroshi quickly offered seeing her choke on his cock.

Emma tried to recover coughing out some of her saliva, it dripped off her chin before she could wipe it away,” it’s ok Hiroshi san”, she said to quell his concerns, looking up from her seated position Emma smiled at him to leave little doubt she meant what she said.

Her little hand then gripped his shaft and proceeded to jack him off while her mouth recovered fully. His look of concern washed away with the resumption of stimulation to his manhood, Hiroshi thrust into Emma’s soft hand, his eyes closed accepting his fate.

“Cum Hiroshi san, please cum!”, Emma begged, she then returned her mouth to the head of his cock and sucked as she jerked.

The combination was all too much for the Japanese man to take, he held on for another 30 seconds before he groaned out in euphoria, his cock flooded Emma’s welcoming mouth full of his seed. The young Australian was forced to swallow the first onslaught as it threatened to overflow and escape her lips, he painted her mouth with more shots, his eyes opening not wanting to miss the chance of seeing her receiving his substantial load. Emma opened her mouth and displayed the pool of white cum for Hiroshi to admire as he finished emptying the last of his seed, adding to the cum pool, she gave him a cheeky wink before swallowing it all down into her tummy, leaving the out of breath man amazed at what just transpired.