Blackout

Abby watched Brad head toward the garage door. Then she turned her attention to the back porch. She thought she'd seen movement there but wasn't sure. The light wasn't on and the patio light cast shadows on the screened in deck. Still, she moved toward it confidently. If someone was there, they would have had a clear view of her and Brad; Oliver would have loved to watch.

There was a young man sitting on the couch. She could just make out his outline when she opened the door and stepped inside.

"They don't make movies like yours back home." He said as the door closed. He had an accent that marked him as Asian but wasn't distracting. "We have an adult industry but after decades of State control, nothing is as ... explicated."

Abby tied her robe shut. "I'm sure they are very romantic."

"They are very artistic." He replied. "And they leave much to the imagination."

Abby wasn't sure if he wanted her or not. "Perhaps one day I'll get to see one of them."

"They are subtle." He stood up and approached her. It the darkness she could only just make out his shape. "Many things are inferred." He touched her arm lightly; it sent a rush through her nerves. "The beauty is preserved, not the physicality." His fingers caressed her silk clad breasts, briefly brushing over her nipples and she moaned. "Shhh," he whispered. "They are soft. Not loud. Quiet." He bent forward and moved the robe just enough to expose one nipple. He sucked it gently then covered it again. "The camera does not expose the primal nature of the act, only the passion." His hands slipped down her body and between her legs.

Even if the other hadn't left deposits, Tochi would have found Abby drenched. It was rare that anyone — even Oliver — had taken the time to slowly seduce her. Tochi was a master of it. Or perhaps it was her mood; at the moment, she was more aroused than she had been in years. His fingers brushed her clit and she struggled not to cry out. Instead, she grabbed hold of his shoulders and leaned on him. She was seconds from orgasm when he spoke again.

Japanese? Chinese? Something else? Abby had no idea but his tone told her enough and the sudden feeling of his manhood slowly slipping into her confirmed it for her. They stood together, barely moving. If anyone turned on the light, Abby doubted they could even tell what was happening. His arms were around her in a gentle hug. He was smaller than some of the other boys; very close to her size, in fact. She let him hold her. Only the slight movement of his hips betrayed what was happening. It also rubbed his pelvic bone against her clit and rocketed her to a orgasm much faster than she expected. She clinched her teeth and buried her face in his neck to keep from making any explicit sound. A moment later, he held her tightly and sighed.

After a few moments, he loosened his grip on her and slipped out as well. "Domo arigato." He whispered. He stepped back from her and she hear the floor board creak. Then, the screen door squeaked and a second later closed quietly.

Abby was left in the dark, smiling. She promised herself that she would do some research into Asian smut.