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If Greg was truthful, he’d never consider himself much of a man of the world. Even getting out of the North-East was an exotic adventure, so when the opportunity came, he gladly accepted the invitation to visit his online friends down in Texas. With his wife going to St Louis, the timing for such a trip was perfect.
Wandering into the living room, Greg finds Sayaka busy on her laptop. She is lying on the carpet, facing the television, typing away. Her hair is up, all business. Yet, something about her demeanor, the way she is watching TV while working away, the restless movements of her legs, struck Greg as being very youthful. She looked more like a teenage girl reluctantly engaged in homework than a forty-something Japanese housewife. He smiles, thinking how this image perfectly fit in with everything else he'd come to know about Sayaka since they met. There was simply no pretension about her. She is effortlessly charming and fun, though she is certainly capable of being serious and stern when the situation demands it.
Looking at her, Greg can't help but observe the curve of her ass in those tight dark trousers, as well as the slender curve of her back in her salmon colored, long sleeved sweater. He could just make out the strap of her bra through the thin material. Her butt was, for the lack of a better descriptor, cute. It was not large, certainly, nothing you'd classify in the category of 'booty'. But it had a very feminine and mature shape, pleasing to the eye, and he had to imagine, equally pleasing to the touch.
She still wasn't aware of him standing there. Smiling to himself, Greg has a sudden, irrational urge. Creeping up on her, he plants his feet on either side of her hips and then promptly and without warning sits down on her.
“Hello,” he says, laughing at her startled reaction.
“Ah! What are you doing,” she demands, the shock passing and now laughing as well at his ridiculous action.
Thankfully Greg is a pretty thin guy, or else this imposition would be a lot less fun. Dressed in his red shorts and white shirt, he is well dressed for the Texas summer, though the house is kept cool and comfortable, especially in the evening.
“I feel like I could take you for a ride,” Greg teases, rocking back and forth as if riding a horse, Sayaka's backside as his saddle.
“I can't work with you sitting on top of me,” Sayaka complains, not rising to his bait.
“You mind if I just lie beside you then,” Greg asks, easing himself down to the carpet alongside her. “What are you working on? Something to do with your computer? You know I some expertise in that area, I could help.”
Greg rests his hand casually on her back, a not unwelcome gesture.
“No, nothing like that. Paper work. I was supposed to do it before, but I got behind doing other stuff.”
“I wonder what you were doing on the computer earlier today that you didn't get it done,” Greg says, gently taunting her. “Something must have occupied your time. Maybe chatting with some people? That kind of thing.”
Sayaka seems to blush, unable to completely deny his accusation. Greg smiles, charmed and amused by her apparent embarrassment.
“What about you,” she retorts, keeping her eyes on the laptop screen. “I see you on there all the time, that little green dot. What are you doing there, hmm?”
“Indeed, what am I doing there?”
To emphasize the point, Greg presses his hips against hers, and she can feel now his erection apparently pressing against his loose red shorts.
There is a moment of silence, a pause where they realize that this banter has the potential to become something else. Sayaka doesn't move away, even as Greg's erection becomes more noticeable, distending the front of his shorts. The hand that he'd previously rested on her slender back now drifts across the waist of her pants to the soft curve of her ass.
Sayaka's heart begins to race. How far will he go? How far will she let him? His hand moves up again, but this time rides under the fabric of her sweater to touch the bare skin of her back.
For his part, Greg's mouth goes dry as he slips into virtual autopilot, not permitting any doubts or second thoughts get in the way of what he wants in this moment. Like a teenager taking his first liberties with his girlfriend, he feels a giddy nervous excitement as he caresses her soft skin just below her bra strap, now moving around her side to find the front of her pants. Her pants are tight, but Sayaka slightly raises her hips to permit his hand entry, his fingers now brushing through the crisp hairs of her pubic hair underneath her panties.
They both hold their breath as his fingertips encounter the soft intimate flesh or her labia. Despite their bravado online, this is the first overt sexual contact for either with another person besides their spouse since being married. Greg nestles even closer, his breath on her neck and hair. His finger now hunts for her clitoris, seeking to trigger her excitement. There's a kind of desperation to his movements, as if afraid she might rebuff his advances at any moment unless he can get her to feel as horny as he feels himself.
Indeed, a part of her is tense and afraid, but ultimately she allows her body to make the decision, and the slick wetness that begins to seep from inside her becomes the answer. Rolling slowly to her side, she presses her back against his chest, allowing him to spoon her, his arm over her.
“Undo your pants.”
Sayaka, unthinking, obeys Greg's whispered command. She raises herself up so Greg can push her trousers off her hips, along with her plain cotton underpants. She feels exquisitely naughty, her naked ass against this man's shorts, his hand now free to roam unrestricted over her sweaty eager cunt. He takes his own selfish pleasure in penetrating her with two digits, milking her seeping juices, matting her public hair.
“You too,” she says breathlessly. “Take down your shorts.”
Greg, unwilling or unable to quit fondling her tender insides, awkwardly shuffles his loose fitting shorts down to his knees, followed by his white briefs. His naked erection, freed at last, pokes rudely against the soft flesh of her buttocks, seemingly demanding entrance all of its own accord.
Greg tries to keep his excitement in check, but at this point, his sense of self control is as equally as forgotten as Sayaka's. With a deft move of his pelvis, he slides his erection down and between her thighs. With a tentative hand, Sayaka reaches down to touch his glans, which are just poking through and brushing against her labial lips. At the contact with her fingertips, a pearl of pre-cum emerges, proof of his extreme arousal.
“I want you,” Greg rasps, removing his hand to allow Sayaka to more fully touch his penis between her legs. “I want to be inside you.”
There are no further words, but the deft movement of Sayaka's hand directing the tip of Greg's cock to her gaping hole and pushing it inside.
Sayaka makes a small sound in her throat as she feels him more fully penetrate her. So very few men have ever been inside her, taken her like this. For Greg too, this experience is unique and special. He closes his eyes, trying to settle his excitement, enjoying for the moment just the closeness of being with her, wrapped in his arms on the carpet.
With her pants halfway down her thighs, Sayaka can't open her legs very far. She can only press her hips back against Greg's pelvis, instinctively trying to force him even deeper inside. Maddeningly, Greg seems content with slow shallow thrusts, luxuriating in the sensation of being inside her.
She begins to feel anxious and urgent, and not just because of his insistent hand strumming against her excited clit. Her husband could come home at any minute, catch them together on the living floor, humping like uncouth a****ls.
The very thought that is dangerous, that she is doing something she shouldn't, of being caught, doesn't dissuade her. Rather, it triggers something inside, something elusive and u*********s but immensely powerful which causes her to get even more excited. Her hands clutch at the carpet as Greg presses his lips to the outstretched side of her neck.
“Make me cum,” she breathlessly pleads. “I want to cum now.”
Inspired by her command, Greg leans harder into her, his body pressing down on hers, his thrusts faster, fingers rubbing with precision over her stiffened clit. His nostrils flare with the effort, and he doesn’t relent. Sayaka’s increasingly loud gasps and moans finally crest, and Greg can literally feel the rhythmic pulses of her cunt on his cock as she orgasms.
“Oh, God, I’m going to cum too,” Greg growls, unable to control himself, giving her warning of what is about to happen.
There is no time for either to react. Thrusting as deeply as he can, Greg clenches his teeth as the waves of his own orgasm take over. Sayaka can feel every jet of his semen flood into her, long warm jets that seem to take forever. He must have been saving it, Sayaka marvels, saving it back exclusively for her.
Greg rests his head on her shoulder, holds her in a post coital hug as both regain their breath. As his slowly softening cock starts to slide out of her, practical considerations begin to assert themselves.
“I’ll get you a towel or something,” Greg says apologetically, reluctant to leave her side.
“You came so much,” Sayaka gently complains, holding a hand over her pubis to try and prevent the slimy mess from getting onto the carpet.
As Greg returns with the bath towel, he looks down at her, still half dressed as she is, and once again is struck by her beauty. Kneeling down, he places a hand on her cheek, leaning in for what should have been a kiss. They pause, however, and simply look into each other’s eyes instead. There is a line between love and lust, and in spike of what they shared, their hearts do belong to another. So, they do not kiss, but share a knowing look and smile.
“I can’t wait to see you on the beach tomorrow,” Greg tells her. “I bet you’re going to look great in a swimsuit.”
She seems to blush, but quickly gathers herself up.
“Well, now I’m really behind on my work,” she says, waving towards her forgotten laptop. “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
---
Later in the evening finds Greg out on the porch with Sayaka's husband. They are sharing a beer and enjoying the clear Texas night air.
"This trip has been fantastic," Greg tells him. "I've seen so little of the States, so it's been great to let you guys put me up."
"No problem. We like having you over. You, uh, you don't waste much time, eh?"
Greg laughs nervously.
"Yeah, that was kinda unexpected. You know, I think if I waited too long, I'd end up losing my nerve, you know? I didn't want to leave here with any regrets."
"It was pretty fantastic, wasn't it?"
"The best. Sayaka is an amazing woman," Greg enthuses.
"That she is. That she is."
Wandering into the living room, Greg finds Sayaka busy on her laptop. She is lying on the carpet, facing the television, typing away. Her hair is up, all business. Yet, something about her demeanor, the way she is watching TV while working away, the restless movements of her legs, struck Greg as being very youthful. She looked more like a teenage girl reluctantly engaged in homework than a forty-something Japanese housewife. He smiles, thinking how this image perfectly fit in with everything else he'd come to know about Sayaka since they met. There was simply no pretension about her. She is effortlessly charming and fun, though she is certainly capable of being serious and stern when the situation demands it.
Looking at her, Greg can't help but observe the curve of her ass in those tight dark trousers, as well as the slender curve of her back in her salmon colored, long sleeved sweater. He could just make out the strap of her bra through the thin material. Her butt was, for the lack of a better descriptor, cute. It was not large, certainly, nothing you'd classify in the category of 'booty'. But it had a very feminine and mature shape, pleasing to the eye, and he had to imagine, equally pleasing to the touch.
She still wasn't aware of him standing there. Smiling to himself, Greg has a sudden, irrational urge. Creeping up on her, he plants his feet on either side of her hips and then promptly and without warning sits down on her.
“Hello,” he says, laughing at her startled reaction.
“Ah! What are you doing,” she demands, the shock passing and now laughing as well at his ridiculous action.
Thankfully Greg is a pretty thin guy, or else this imposition would be a lot less fun. Dressed in his red shorts and white shirt, he is well dressed for the Texas summer, though the house is kept cool and comfortable, especially in the evening.
“I feel like I could take you for a ride,” Greg teases, rocking back and forth as if riding a horse, Sayaka's backside as his saddle.
“I can't work with you sitting on top of me,” Sayaka complains, not rising to his bait.
“You mind if I just lie beside you then,” Greg asks, easing himself down to the carpet alongside her. “What are you working on? Something to do with your computer? You know I some expertise in that area, I could help.”
Greg rests his hand casually on her back, a not unwelcome gesture.
“No, nothing like that. Paper work. I was supposed to do it before, but I got behind doing other stuff.”
“I wonder what you were doing on the computer earlier today that you didn't get it done,” Greg says, gently taunting her. “Something must have occupied your time. Maybe chatting with some people? That kind of thing.”
Sayaka seems to blush, unable to completely deny his accusation. Greg smiles, charmed and amused by her apparent embarrassment.
“What about you,” she retorts, keeping her eyes on the laptop screen. “I see you on there all the time, that little green dot. What are you doing there, hmm?”
“Indeed, what am I doing there?”
To emphasize the point, Greg presses his hips against hers, and she can feel now his erection apparently pressing against his loose red shorts.
There is a moment of silence, a pause where they realize that this banter has the potential to become something else. Sayaka doesn't move away, even as Greg's erection becomes more noticeable, distending the front of his shorts. The hand that he'd previously rested on her slender back now drifts across the waist of her pants to the soft curve of her ass.
Sayaka's heart begins to race. How far will he go? How far will she let him? His hand moves up again, but this time rides under the fabric of her sweater to touch the bare skin of her back.
For his part, Greg's mouth goes dry as he slips into virtual autopilot, not permitting any doubts or second thoughts get in the way of what he wants in this moment. Like a teenager taking his first liberties with his girlfriend, he feels a giddy nervous excitement as he caresses her soft skin just below her bra strap, now moving around her side to find the front of her pants. Her pants are tight, but Sayaka slightly raises her hips to permit his hand entry, his fingers now brushing through the crisp hairs of her pubic hair underneath her panties.
They both hold their breath as his fingertips encounter the soft intimate flesh or her labia. Despite their bravado online, this is the first overt sexual contact for either with another person besides their spouse since being married. Greg nestles even closer, his breath on her neck and hair. His finger now hunts for her clitoris, seeking to trigger her excitement. There's a kind of desperation to his movements, as if afraid she might rebuff his advances at any moment unless he can get her to feel as horny as he feels himself.
Indeed, a part of her is tense and afraid, but ultimately she allows her body to make the decision, and the slick wetness that begins to seep from inside her becomes the answer. Rolling slowly to her side, she presses her back against his chest, allowing him to spoon her, his arm over her.
“Undo your pants.”
Sayaka, unthinking, obeys Greg's whispered command. She raises herself up so Greg can push her trousers off her hips, along with her plain cotton underpants. She feels exquisitely naughty, her naked ass against this man's shorts, his hand now free to roam unrestricted over her sweaty eager cunt. He takes his own selfish pleasure in penetrating her with two digits, milking her seeping juices, matting her public hair.
“You too,” she says breathlessly. “Take down your shorts.”
Greg, unwilling or unable to quit fondling her tender insides, awkwardly shuffles his loose fitting shorts down to his knees, followed by his white briefs. His naked erection, freed at last, pokes rudely against the soft flesh of her buttocks, seemingly demanding entrance all of its own accord.
Greg tries to keep his excitement in check, but at this point, his sense of self control is as equally as forgotten as Sayaka's. With a deft move of his pelvis, he slides his erection down and between her thighs. With a tentative hand, Sayaka reaches down to touch his glans, which are just poking through and brushing against her labial lips. At the contact with her fingertips, a pearl of pre-cum emerges, proof of his extreme arousal.
“I want you,” Greg rasps, removing his hand to allow Sayaka to more fully touch his penis between her legs. “I want to be inside you.”
There are no further words, but the deft movement of Sayaka's hand directing the tip of Greg's cock to her gaping hole and pushing it inside.
Sayaka makes a small sound in her throat as she feels him more fully penetrate her. So very few men have ever been inside her, taken her like this. For Greg too, this experience is unique and special. He closes his eyes, trying to settle his excitement, enjoying for the moment just the closeness of being with her, wrapped in his arms on the carpet.
With her pants halfway down her thighs, Sayaka can't open her legs very far. She can only press her hips back against Greg's pelvis, instinctively trying to force him even deeper inside. Maddeningly, Greg seems content with slow shallow thrusts, luxuriating in the sensation of being inside her.
She begins to feel anxious and urgent, and not just because of his insistent hand strumming against her excited clit. Her husband could come home at any minute, catch them together on the living floor, humping like uncouth a****ls.
The very thought that is dangerous, that she is doing something she shouldn't, of being caught, doesn't dissuade her. Rather, it triggers something inside, something elusive and u*********s but immensely powerful which causes her to get even more excited. Her hands clutch at the carpet as Greg presses his lips to the outstretched side of her neck.
“Make me cum,” she breathlessly pleads. “I want to cum now.”
Inspired by her command, Greg leans harder into her, his body pressing down on hers, his thrusts faster, fingers rubbing with precision over her stiffened clit. His nostrils flare with the effort, and he doesn’t relent. Sayaka’s increasingly loud gasps and moans finally crest, and Greg can literally feel the rhythmic pulses of her cunt on his cock as she orgasms.
“Oh, God, I’m going to cum too,” Greg growls, unable to control himself, giving her warning of what is about to happen.
There is no time for either to react. Thrusting as deeply as he can, Greg clenches his teeth as the waves of his own orgasm take over. Sayaka can feel every jet of his semen flood into her, long warm jets that seem to take forever. He must have been saving it, Sayaka marvels, saving it back exclusively for her.
Greg rests his head on her shoulder, holds her in a post coital hug as both regain their breath. As his slowly softening cock starts to slide out of her, practical considerations begin to assert themselves.
“I’ll get you a towel or something,” Greg says apologetically, reluctant to leave her side.
“You came so much,” Sayaka gently complains, holding a hand over her pubis to try and prevent the slimy mess from getting onto the carpet.
As Greg returns with the bath towel, he looks down at her, still half dressed as she is, and once again is struck by her beauty. Kneeling down, he places a hand on her cheek, leaning in for what should have been a kiss. They pause, however, and simply look into each other’s eyes instead. There is a line between love and lust, and in spike of what they shared, their hearts do belong to another. So, they do not kiss, but share a knowing look and smile.
“I can’t wait to see you on the beach tomorrow,” Greg tells her. “I bet you’re going to look great in a swimsuit.”
She seems to blush, but quickly gathers herself up.
“Well, now I’m really behind on my work,” she says, waving towards her forgotten laptop. “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
---
Later in the evening finds Greg out on the porch with Sayaka's husband. They are sharing a beer and enjoying the clear Texas night air.
"This trip has been fantastic," Greg tells him. "I've seen so little of the States, so it's been great to let you guys put me up."
"No problem. We like having you over. You, uh, you don't waste much time, eh?"
Greg laughs nervously.
"Yeah, that was kinda unexpected. You know, I think if I waited too long, I'd end up losing my nerve, you know? I didn't want to leave here with any regrets."
"It was pretty fantastic, wasn't it?"
"The best. Sayaka is an amazing woman," Greg enthuses.
"That she is. That she is."
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