Tokyo Tease (3 page)

Could he hear my heart?

I couldn’t get that interaction out of my mind. Every file, every piece of paper, every e-mail reminded me of Kentaro’s thumb sliding across my nipple as his body blocked me against the door of the train.

By noon, my state of arousal overwhelmed me and I knew I had to do something. I spent my lunch hour searching the Internet on my smart phone and found my answer. Of course, barging into Kentaro’s office, hiking up my skirt, walking behind the desk, and lowering myself onto his erect, rock-hard cock would have been much more satisfying, but this was a more realistic solution. The store was located one stop from Shakujii-kōen and a thirty-minute walk from my apartment. It meant taking the local train and twelve stops before reaching my destination, but it would be worth it.

High school kids dressed in the uniforms from different academies filled the train. The cute girls all had their skirts shorter than allowed by the schools. It was easy enough to do—roll up the waist band to reveal just the right amount of thigh. I smiled at one of the homelier girls with her skirt past her knees. For some reason, I could relate to her.

The boys had their shirts unbuttoned and their ties loosened. They hovered over the cute girls. One hand on the overhead bar as they flirted with the rhythm of the train. The sexual tension bounced off the walls of the train car. Sweat mingled with supercharged pheromones. Had it always been so charged? Or had my dormant sexuality just ignored it. I felt like a sleeping giant had been awakened and wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not. Suppression had worked so well in the past.

I pushed past the swinging school boys as I exited the train. “
Iroppoi!
Sexy mama,” one boy said when I walked by. The other boys laughed.

What the hell did that mean? Maya and Jenn would have taken it as a compliment. Why did I immediately think they were making fun of me? A quick remembrance of my morning activities made me decide to take it as a compliment, too. Both Sanchez and Kentaro couldn’t be wrong, could they?

Yeah right, Sanchez kissed me to get another guy’s attention and Kentaro felt me up like some stranger. Don’t over think it!

Thoughts of Kentaro filled my mind on the three-block walk from the station to my destination. Funny how Sanchez’s mind-melting kiss could be so quickly forgotten. All I could think about was Kentaro’s hands on my breast. Once at the store, I found what I needed then hurried home.

The quick, self-pleasuring session in the bathroom at work had done nothing to ease my tension. Bottom line. I was horny. My senses were charged, and the tiniest of movement made my pussy ache and tingle. All day, I sat at my desk with soaking wet panties fantasizing about Kentaro under my desk, licking my thighs and flicking his tongue over my swollen clit. All day. Every second.

Jenn foiled my plans to go directly to my room when I stepped into the apartment. As a pilot for Japan Air Systems, her schedule was sporadic. I never knew when to expect her home. She could’ve lived anywhere in Toyko, since the airline provided her housing, but she chose the three bedroom, Western-style apartment, complete with garden in the suburbs, because it offered more privacy. She hadn’t been looking for a roommate, but a mutual friend introduced us. The price was right, and I moved in a week after our meeting.

“I ordered pizza,” she said. “It should be here in a few minutes.” An open bottle of merlot joined two glasses on the table. “I wanted to apologize for this morning. I meant for the boys to be gone before you woke up, but things got out of hand. We didn’t embarrass you too much, did we?” She walked over to me, took my bags, and led me into the living room. There was no way to argue with Jenn. As much as I wanted to go directly to my room, she wouldn’t allow it. She had it in her mind that she needed to apologize. Getting away wasn’t an option.

She sat the bags on the table and poured the wine.

We sat on pillows on the bamboo tatami mats. “So, how was your day?” Jenn asked at the same time the delivery guy knocked on the door. When she stood, she knocked the bag off the table and my purchase fell to the floor.

She stepped over the hermetically sealed package and walked toward the door. As she flirted with the delivery boy, I scooped it and put it back in the bag.

“Oh, Natalie, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” She set the pizza on the table. “Can I see?” She reached around me, brushing my breasts with her arm as she took the bag from my side.

She pulled out the thick, black dildo. “Sweetie, the boys turned you on this morning, didn’t they?”

Yeah, watching the men fondle each other had been hot. Sanchez plastering me against the ticket booth and dancing with my tongue was awesome, but Kentaro on the train was what did it. I couldn’t tell Jenn about the incident. As much as I wanted to analyze the event, to talk about it would lessen it somehow. I wanted to close my eyes and imagine the feel of Kentaro’s hands on my breasts, to trace his touch, to plunge the giant dildo into my cunt and imagine Kentaro filling me with cum.

“Yeah, they did,” I admitted and sipped wine.

Jenn held up the package. “This is really good, but I have something much better.” She reached for my hand. “Come with me, and I’ll show you.”

“Uh, thanks Jenn, but I really don’t feel comfortable using anything of yours.” How gross! It’s bad enough I have to sleep through orgies every night, but sharing sex toys? Hell no!

“Sweetie, trust me on this.” She pulled on my hand, and I followed her.

My room was peaceful, quiet, tranquil—a perfect place to relax after a busy day. Jenn’s room was a sultan’s den of iniquity—red silk, plush pillows, oils, lotions. Beautifully painted scenes from the Kama Sutra decorated the northwest corner of the room in accordance with feng shui to enhance her sexual chi.

It obviously worked.

Jenn gave me a gentle nudge, and I perched on the edge of the mattress. When she knelt between my knees, my heart stopped. “Uh, Jenn, I don’t think…” My voice trailed off as Jenn ran her hand along my knee, past the hem of my skirt, and touched the delicate, tender, sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

“Jenn…” I scooted back on the bed to get away from her touch, but she followed me. Jenn’s lips drowned out my objection. Soft lips. Spicy tongue. Gentle caresses.

She tasted sweet. Sweet and juicy like a peach. The kiss with Sanchez that morning in the station had been hot, urgent, and demanding. Jenn’s kiss was as arousing, but in such a different, delicate way.

“Jenn…really.” I tried to pull away, but she followed me onto the bed and held me in place with her knees.

“Just feel it,” she muttered against my lips. “Don’t think.”

Instead of following my instinct and pushing away, I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensation for one second. Only a second.

So sensuous. Exotic. The second stretched to much longer as I discovered the kiss of a woman.

When her hand slipped under my sweater, visions of Kentaro on the train filled my mind. I tried to relax into Jenn’s touch. I’d experienced an entire day of foreplay and was ready to give in, but I knew it was Kentaro’s touch I wanted. Not Jenn’s.

Jenn flicked my swollen nipple, and I took her hand. “Jenn, I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can, sweetie.” She ran her tongue over my lips.

“I can’t…I’m not…” I grabbed Jenn’s hand. “Stop it.”

I had Jenn’s attention and blushed as the beautiful woman sat back and looked at me. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but I had no idea how to explain how I felt.

“Sweetie.” She caressed my cheek. “I know you’re not a lesbian, but please let me do this for you.” Her thumb traced my lower lip. “I know you need it.”

“It’s not fair because I don’t think I could do anything to…uh, assist you.”

“I want to do this.” Her azure eyes gazed into mine.

My God. She wants me!

Her generosity took my breath away, but I managed to ask, “Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful and sexy and my friend.” She ran her tongue along my neck, sending shivers through me. “Because I know you need to be fucked, and Natalie…” She pulled back, stared into my eyes, grasped my breast, and said, “I want to fuck you.”

All I could do was nod my acquiescence.

Quaking with need and shaking with uncertainty and pure nerves, I let Jenn take the lead. Her kisses turned strong, aggressive, and just when I didn’t think I could take anymore, she changed her approach and teased me with tiny, sweet kisses.

A trail of kisses and luscious licks led to Jenn unbuttoning my sweater and exposing my breasts—swollen and spilling over my bra. She slipped the sweater off my shoulders.

With firm hands, she pulled the lace from my breasts, restricting them with the bra straps and exposing tight, erect nipples. “Oh, God, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined licking your tits.”

“What?” I tried to move away, but Jenn held firm.

“You have great tits.” She lowered her tongue and flicked a nipple. “I’ve wanted to taste them from the first time I met you.”

“But…” Confused, I didn’t know how to process what I’d heard. Jenn always brought home men. I had never heard her talk about women, yet she was attracted to my breasts?

“Sweetheart,” Jenn said. “Just sit back and relax. Quit thinking and let me do my thing.” She smiled then drew my breast into her mouth and sucked while her tongue danced across my nipple. With a nipple gently held between her teeth, she explained, “I don’t usually fuck women.” She nibbled and taunted my nipples. “But Natalie…you drive me crazy.” She feathered her hand across my belly and held my other breast in her hand. “How many times I’ve wanted to invite you to my little parties. Wanted to suck your tits while some guy fucked me.”

Thunderstruck, I just lay there, not believing my ears. Jenn reached under me and unfastened my bra. She threw it next to my sweater and continued to caress and suck my breasts. Eventually, the sensations of her actions overruled my brain and I threw my head back and dug my hands in her hair. When her tongue and lips had teased and tickled my right breast thoroughly, I grabbed her hair, pulled her back, and directed her to my left.

Jenn grinned. “Yeah, baby. That’s what I want. Show me what you need.”

With both hands, she squeezed my breasts together and used her thumbs to tease my sensitive nipples. Then she licked my belly, my navel, and when she reached the waistband of my skirt, she slid her hands behind me, unhooked the fastener, and slowly unzipped the skirt.

I trembled. Having my breasts teased was one thing, but Jenn was definitely taking things to a higher level.

“Uh…Jenn…well, I…”

“Hips up,” she demanded.

I did as directed. The skirt glided past my hips, across my thighs and calves, and pooled on the floor. I lay in front of her wearing nothing but pink lace panties.

She admired the view. “Very nice.”

I snorted. “Hardly.” I reached for a pillow to cover myself, but Jenn roughly grabbed my wrist.

“No!”

“Jenn, I don’t—” Jenn’s mouth cut short my protest as she cupped the wettest part of my panties, sucking in lace and my throbbing clit.

“Oh. My. God!’ I fell back on the bed.

When Jenn indicated I should raise my hips again so my panties could be removed, I didn’t hesitate.

Why not? I’d already done a myriad of taboo things that day—watching men jack each other off, almost screwing some guy at the train station, letting another guy feel me up on the train, getting off in the bathroom at work, and buying a sex toy. What would a little lesbian cunnalingus hurt?

The few times I’d ever thought about lesbian sex, I always pictured it as sweet and loving. Not with Jenn. She was more aggressive than most men I had been with and I liked it. No hesitation. No room for thought. Nothing but pure, wanton pleasure.

Her tongue shoved into my pussy. Clearly, she wanted everything I had to offer. I squirmed to get closer and give her full access to my swollen cunt. Pushing it in her face. Riding her tongue. As she licked my pussy, she slipped her finger into my wet, tight slit.

I bucked and arched, trying to get more. I’d only gotten off on a man’s tongue twice before, but Jenn knew what she was doing and was going to make me explode in record time. Her tongue flicked over my clit at just the perfect speed and pressure. I grabbed her hair and held her head in place, not wanting her to leave. Riding her tongue. Just as I coiled for release, Jenn pushed off the bed.

“What the hell?” I opened my eyes as she walked across the room and opened the top drawer of her dresser. In the mirror, I watched her pull out a leather harness and an enormous dildo. Jenn looked in the mirror and gazed into my eyes.

“This is what you need, sweetie. Not some cold, dildo. Not to get off on my tongue. You need fucking. Let me take care of you.”

Emotions flowed over me. Fear, embarrassment, doubt. As Jenn undressed, all of those negative emotions faded away, leaving only desire.

Jenn stepped into the harness and buckled it behind her. She turned and walked back to the bed, stroking her new cock the entire time. She licked her palm and pumped against her hand. “God, I’d like to have one of these things for real. Just for one day. Just so I could know what it feels like to get a blowjob, you know?”

I shook my head, incapable of coherent speech.

“Baby, are you ready?” Jenn knelt between my legs. She teased me, shaking the cock against my clit, using the juices dripping from my pussy to moisten it.

All thought left my mind. The voices in my head questioning our actions shut up as my body took control. I’d never wanted anything more than to have Jenn delve deep inside me. To feel Jenn pumping against me, to watch her perfect breasts bounce with every thrust.

Slowly, she pressed the head of the cock against my opening. Hovering. Teasing. The tip barely penetrated me, stretched me, promised so much more. Just as I raised my hips for more, she pulled out. With a smile, she entered me again, an inch then withdrew. She shook, holding back. Inch by inch she glided into me and inch by inch she retreated, making me tremble with anticipation.

I met the next tease with bucking hips, taking the entire cock deep. “Oh, God!” I moaned.