Detained in NYC
Copyright© 2025 by Midori Greengrass
Chapter 28
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 28 - An artist is caught up in the dragnet.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Ma/Ma NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Wife Watching White Male Oriental Female Oral Sex
While his wife Akemi was with Nelson, his friend and former teacher, the film-maker in town for a screening (she’d paid a momentous visit to his hotel room), Mitchell was trying to see a dentist. The problem was small but one that seemed to need looking at. A crown didn’t feel quite right, as if it hadn’t settled well.
The dentist was nearby, and he thought he could go the same day for an “emergency” appointment (though it wasn’t really an emergency). He’d phoned in the morning, and the dentist had said she thought she could fit him in between other patients, he should call back in the afternoon. Mitchell did but couldn’t reach her in multiple attempts. He decided to go to the dentist’s office without a sure appointment since it was near, a quick walk, and he was heading out anyway.
When he arrived, the reception room was fairly crowded and he overheard a woman in front of him at the desk saying she wanted to see a dentist too, the same he did. She would be first. Mitchell saw he’d have a long wait if, that is, he was able to see the dentist at all that day.
He spoke by phone to his friend Peter, who asked after Akemi, and the talked turned to her country. “Could you think of living in Japan? Sounds pretty peaceful,” Peter said- compared, he meant, to the present chaos in the U.S. wrought by the new administration.
Mitchell said, “You’re right. It is much calmer, saner, but I doubt I could live there.”
“Why not? Too different from here?”
“Yes, it is.” Mitchell paused to gather his thoughts. “I mean, it isn’t really. People are similar, of course, and so is the way of life. But at the same time it’s very separate, they’re very Japanese and protective of that.”
Separate from the rest of the world, he meant, including the U.S. The Japanese were insular and wanted to preserve their culture, not let it be “polluted” by outsiders. He’d felt isolated there. Now he didn’t. Akemi and he had decided New York was the better place for them to be together.
Mitchell couldn’t hang around waiting at the dentist’s office, had to get to work, to teach a class that afternoon.
En route he thought for some reason of his friend and colleague Jeff, who liked Akemi; she’d cooked for them one night. Jeff had started at the college in a supporting job, still working on his masters degree at the time and moved to teaching when he got it. He reported after his first days in the classroom that the work left him tired in a way he’d never experienced before. And he was young, not yet thirty-five, and fit. Mitchell noted how hard his job was, as he trudged toward the college felt a little sorry for himself, which Akemi sometimes faulted him for a little.
He also thought of his friend Nelson, in town for a rare visit. He was older (had taught at the upstate college where Mitchell studied) but youthful like Jeff, energetic, and also liked Akemi. For some reason, Mitchell missed how much he did (how energized he got in her presence). It didn’t occur to him that, flattered, she might take him up on his invitation to stop by his hotel room and “talk,” wasn’t aware she’d acted on impulse, was with him then and there.
Nelson asked with his eyes how she was.
Akemi appreciated his earnest look, show of interest. And his good looks made it matter less whether he was sincere. Akemi could feel he wanted to squeeze her breasts beneath her bra.
“Hatameiteru.” She couldn’t find words in English for her feelings.
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