The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 50: This Is Relaxing – Riko IV.1 – Friday (After Reception)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 50: This Is Relaxing – Riko IV.1 – Friday (After Reception) - A controlled corporate attorney wakes tied to her own bed by a naked stranger who knows her name and claims it’s “for your own good.” The young woman has been quietly tangled in her life for months—leaving signs, steering events, and creating a strange current between them. What follows is a tense night of revelations about the firm, the last six months, and unsettling supernatural abilities. Dry, first-person, focused on the emotional shift more than explicit detail.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female First Masturbation Oral Sex
Daphne, Kate, and I made it up to the room and I for one could not wait to get out of the kimono. It was almost like wearing the Mona Lisa. I carried a flute of champagne much of the evening, holding it away from my body. I was even too scared to take a sip, in case I dribbled some down my front. I told Kate, “Get me out of this and put it far away from me.”
Laughing, Kate said, “Fine.” In under five minutes Kate had me undressed and the kimono laid out on the bed. Daphne came in with some champagne. I almost yelled at her to keep it away from the kimono on the bed. She put the flutes on the dresser, scooped up the kimono and accessories and headed to the living room, telling me the dressers were already on their way to take possession of the kimono and prepare it for delivery to the embassy. No sooner did she walk out of the bedroom than there was a knock at the hotel room door. There were happy voices speaking Japanese. Daphne was thanking the dressers. I heard her telling them she could undress herself with my help. Being naked, I poked my head around the corner and started to thank the women. Then remembering they had dressed me from wearing nothing but a frown because I was scared to wear the kimono, I stepped out and entered the room. Only to realize Daphne was holding the door wide open and people were passing the door. They might not have noticed me, except I let out a screech. It still might have been okay except I jumped backwards into the bedroom door frame, lost my balance, and fell farther into the room.
Knowing there were people in the hall I covered myself as best I could. Looking toward the door I saw Daphne blocking the people’s view as best she could, saying, “Nothing to see here except a clumsy Chink.”
“I’m a Jap and close the door,” I said, annoyed.
Closing the door and shaking her head, Daphne replied, “Just trying to save the proud Japanese people some embarrassment from having to claim you.” The dressers thought that was quite funny. I found less humor trying to lie flat, covering as much of myself as possible until the door finally closed.
Once closed I got to my knees, telling Daphne she could have warned me. She just shrugged, saying I didn’t give her time. Kate, poking her head out from the bedroom, asked, “You didn’t get any carpet burns anywhere important?”
“Everyone’s a comedian,” I grumbled, heading back into the bedroom.
The dressers left laughing. The door closed and Daphne returned to the bedroom like nothing happened. I knew enough not to bother scolding Daphne. Daphne told Kate they should change too, then order some food.
Kate was still dressed in her beautiful dress. “Turn around, I’ll unzip you,” I told her. Then looking at Daphne I said, “Let me get her settled then I can help you.” Daphne said okay and went and picked up a champagne flute and took a sip while leaning casually against the dresser. She gave the impression she was waiting for something. The look reminded me of something. It took a moment, then it hit me. That was the look she had before initiating sex with Kate.
With that thought I remembered Kate and I sleeping alone together those two nights after Daphne left for Washington. When in bed I did not go to the other side, I stayed in the middle. Kate didn’t seem to think anything strange about it. She also didn’t think it strange when I curled up next to her. Remembering Daphne grabbing one of my breasts when she laid next to me, but not feeling as bold, I laid my arm across Kate’s chest. She simply said goodnight and kissed my head.
The next night I had several glasses of wine with dinner. We went to bed at the same time and in the same positions. But this time, feeling much bolder — probably because of the wine or just Kate’s inaction to last night — I slid my hand under Kate’s nightshirt. It was a Wonder Woman t-shirt. Cupping a large breast, Kate’s only reaction was to place a hand over mine from outside her shirt. Ever since the first time watching Kate and Daphne and feeling my own arousal, I knew I wanted either of them, both of them. I deliberately put off anything until after the reception. Too much effort had gone into that evening. I wanted nothing to distract me. Now that it was over, all the things I had been telling myself, all the feelings, came rushing back.
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