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She laughed again. This time shaking her head with her eyes fixed on mine, as she quite unnecessarily started untying and fixing her hair, arms raised, snow white armpits exposed, breasts clearly being “conveyed” to me subtly..
And a flight crew girl too…. hmmm, how should i make my next move?
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It was funny, watching her flirt with me subtly, while wearing her ring. We had been chatting for around 40 minutes.
M: So Yuko-san, you said you lived nearby?
Y: Yes, in _____ condo on _____ street.
M: That’s walking distance. And you shop here in Liang Court?
Y: Yes, there is a nice Japanese market here.
First I’d heard of it. I knew about the hotel and KTV (I think) next door, but didn’t realise about the Japanese supermarket.
Y: I bought some very nice sake there today! Do you drink it?
Granted, I was out of touch with my Japanese heritage, but the idea of drinking some with a married Japanese MILF was peaking my interest (and peaking other things too).
M: Hai.. I drink sake. I know a few good sake cocktails (quickly trying to jog my memory for other Japanese people I knew talking about sake cocktails)
Y: Really? That is interesting..
M: Maybe after coffee here, I’ll show you some.
Y: You mean, at my house?
M: Well, unless you want to try here at Starbucks!
Y: (laughing) of course not! But don’t you have to go to work?
M: (I did.. but fortunately.. no urgent meeting till 4pm).. I can take a little time off.
Y: Well, ok sure. My son only returns from school at 3:30pm, so ok, why not! Maybe I can learn something new.
I smiled and we got up. I took most of her grocery bags, and she clearly seemed to appreciate it, smiling wide.
She walked in front of me and I was pleased to observe the 3/4 pants were well fitted to the curves of her womanly buttocks. She interrupted my hypnotised ogling by slowing so I could walk alongside her….
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She walked alongside me, giggling a little like a school girl.
Y: Michael-san, my helper will be at home. I hope you don’t mind.
M: Oh, I don’t mind Yuko-san.
But of course I minded! In between shots of getting drunk on sake, my plan was to get Mrs. Suzuki out of her panties and fuck her in broad daylight! My plan wasn’t going to work out unless I could convince her to send the helper away.
M: Thanks for letting me know.
I leaned over and kissed her on the lips in broad daylight, on the sidewalk. If I could get her at least a bit turned on before walking into the condo, maybe the helper would be sent away for a couple of hours
She stopped, faced me, and lowered the groceries to the pavement. Cars wooshed by on the main road next to us as we started kissing in public. I could taste the Starbucks mocha on her tongue, as her eyes closed, kissing softly, but deeply.
Our kiss parted, slowly. Yet our bodies were close, her warm from the sunshine.
Y: (A little flustered, eyes not making contact with mine) We will have to behave when we get to my apartment, Michael san. My helper cannot see anything as she believes my husband and I are still happily married.
I could tell this was not exactly what she meant.. and if I could escalate further, this could be a particularly risque session with Mrs Suzuki, with an unsuspecting maid nearby… if she was turned on enough, I knew she would do what was needed to make such a session happen..
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We walked into the gate of her condo. The security man waved at her and she waved back, giving a shy smile.
SG: Wah, Mrs Suzuki, this your son or nephew or what?
Y: Oh, ah, yeah he is friend-u. I help him for work and he help me carry the shopping back home.
SG: Ah, ah ok lah. Madam, this uhh, your son is also home early, so I let him go to the home. Is ok right?
She paused for a moment.. as did I. Froze, more like it. Her son AND helper were home. That was going to make it difficult to get Mrs. Suzuki and I drunk on sake and “piak-piak” her married Jap MILF brains out.
I was a little surprised as I didn’t think I resembled a Japanese person all that much.. my skin not so fair and I have a bit of a malay Eurasian mix look.
But, more importantly to being recognized as her nephew or son (a sort of kinky consideration given how we enjoyed each other’s bodies during our first meeting) … it was looking like nothing was going to happen if there were two people home. Her kid, especially…
But, I decided to stay calm.. and have a bit of faith that a woman in her 40’s, who was clearly very turned on during our coffee, would find a way to get my eager cock into her
We got to the lift.. there was another Japanese MILF/wife waiting to go up. They knew each other and Yuko was very, shall we say, smooth. The line was she was helping me do some translations and I was helping her take some things up to her place. Very innocent.
I did a quick recce of the 2nd Jap MILF. She was all, slender, maybe a 7/10 (Yuko is a solid 9/10, kinda a trophy-level Jap wife). The other chick was kinda plainer to look at , but had nice long legs, more slender body, maybe A-cups..
But, I digress… all 3 of us went up in the lift together. She got off at 12 and they both giggled a loud “Sayonara, nice authentic bows to each other. I jumped in too” .
As the lift door closed, I turned to Yuko.. and kissed her boldly on the lips. She squealed, then moaned…then obediently parted her mouth to let my tongue snake in.
I lowered the groceries I was carrying as the lift went up to her floor. This freed up my palms to roughly grope her swelling MILF tits through her tanktop. We started kissing hard, as I pinned her delicate body against the wall of the lift. She exhaled, a moan escaping together with the out-breath.
In case it wasn’t possible to fool around, I wanted to make the most of the alone time we had together
Y: (as our kissing slowed) Michael-san, no, it is, dangerous.
I ignored what she said as we kissed again, tongues swirling. Despite what she said, her actions implied something different as her palm flattened against the tented crotch of my office pants, rubbing the hard curve aching to be freed.
I took her hands in mine and lifted them up, pressing her against the wall as our tongues swirled. She parted from the kiss and started whimpering in my ear, tongue licking it deeply, hotly and wetly. I was nibbling on her neck and felt her breasts press against my chest. I could also take in the faint scent of an unfamiliar perfume, but delightfully uplifting.. probably Japanese.
I was about to cup her breasts through her top once again.. when the lift door opened at her floor..
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Steventan
Hi Thor1981,
Manage to find time to read and catch up with your thread. I would say it’s very well written. Let me power up before upz u.
thanks bro
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The light from the condo corridor streamed into the relatively dimly lit lift.
I looked at Yuko, for a moment, suddenly cognisant of her wedding ring against my finger as both her arms were raised vulnerably against the lift wall. She made no physical effort to move, even though anyone walking into the lift at that moment was going to see a married Japanese MILF, arms raised, pinned by a guy 20 years younger than her. The decision remained whether we should alight onto her floor.
In a split second, I decided NOT to release her and alight. I went in for another deep kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth as the lift door closed. She opened her mouth..eagerly… too eagerly… bordering on an eagerness some might call slutty as her mouth opened not to take my kiss, but rather fully to the full extent a mouth can be opened. It was quite a sight, as our tongues swirled around each other’s again, no long respecting the boundaries of closed mouths as we licked, dog-like, around each other’s lips and noses.
The lift didn’t move. It was still, quiet, remaining at her floor. I decided to escalate, lifting up her tanktop and roughly sliding my hands down her 3/4 pants along her pilates-shaped, tai tai belly. I fumbled around the fabric of her panties once inside, parting it to one side to once again cup that bushy MILF pussy. Floundering 1, then 2, fingers to slip into her, I was greeted with a soaking, slippery cunt hole.. This lady was clearly turned on. And more interestingly.. no resistance, despite the risk one of her neighbours might easily walk into the lift. And seeing their neighbour Mrs. Suzuki, the good, wealthy Japanese wife, with her tongue jammed into some young guy’s mouth and his hands down her pants.
I kissed her deeply again, almost just to appreciate the risk she was taking. I had nothing to lose really. Just as I was getting my fingers comfortable between her wet folds, the lift started moving. Downwards, towards ground.
In the heat of the moment, our lips parted. But.. as the numbers on the lift display counted down.. 18.. 17.. 16 … I trailed my index and middle fingers, fresh from fingering her hot Jap snatch, along her lips. 12… 11… 10 … I used both fingers to part her lips and slip them in.. which received a delightfully filthy sucking.
My dick was fully tenting my pants… as the lift went … 3..2…G…. and I slipped my finger’s out of Mrs. Suzuki’s mouth…
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Originally Posted by
Steventan
Power upz
Don’t make us wait to long
bro, appreciate it cheers
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Originally Posted by
babyckh
Hot story, bro.
Waiting anxiously for the next chapter. Up u for sharing.
appreciate it, bro , tnx ..
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The lift door opened at ground. A middle aged ang moh in office clothes was there. He was about to walk in but then stepped back to let us out.
I was standing with Yuko to my right, 5 bags of groceries at our feet. She was breathing.. panting.. a little heavily.
The ang moh looked a bit confused as we were in the lift, with our groceries (i.e. we were coming DOWN with grocery bags)
Mrs. Suzuki smiled politely. We were both silent.
AM (Ang Moh): Ah, Yuko-san! Konichiwa, Sorry I didn’t recognise you.
Y: Hello, Roger-san. Please come in. We are going up. How are you?
He walked in, smiling.. She knew this guy! I quickly reached down and picked up her sunglasses, which had dropped off her head during our spit swapping. I noticed his smile accompanied a quick “once over” the goods called Mrs. Yuko Suzuki in tight 3/4 pants and sleeveless top.
The AM seemed nice enough and he politely replied
AM: Good thank you. Was just volunteering at the Children’s Society today. Took a voluntary community leave day. (he was either Aussie or New Zealander, couldn’t tell).
Y: Oh, that is so nice! I am also trying to make my days useful like that to help deserving people! (I was trying to stifle a grin)
AM: Is this your nephew?
Y: (She became a little flustered.. while I felt my own “little nephew” jump at the idea that I was just fingering Aunty’s pussy) Oh, yes, hai, sorry, I mean, no Roger-san, he is a friend I am helping with a Japanese translation
M: Hello, nice to meet you
R: You too. Are you from Japan too?
Before I could answer, the elevator (maybe thankfully).. stopped at 12.
R: My stop, cheerio!
The door closed. The cool air from the lobby of 12 contrasted with the heavy, sexy heat inside the elevator. Thankfully Roger-san was outside so he couldn’t pick up on the heat.
We smiled at each other. She smiled sheepishly, trying to stifle a grin…
Y: Michael-san, maybe… we just stop for today. My son and helper are home. We are only working together for your company. Hai?
I smiled. We got up to Yuko’s floor about 5 seconds after 12, so I didn’t feel the need to reply. Just take her groceries over to her door (I lifted them all, trying to pretend to be a bit macho (every little bit to keep her hot!))
I could tell the risque spit swapping session had turned her on. She bit her lower lip from 12-18, despite what she said. Many Japanese women turn very slutty at the idea of the forbidden.. and I wanted to see how far that might be true as she unlocked her apartment door.
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Just before walking in, she hurriedly applied some lip gloss to her lips. She reached over and dabbed away some of her own lips cosmetic from my lips (gotta love a polite, tidy MILF keeping up all appearance of decency!)
We walked into her condo together, groceries in hand, the door automatically staying open for us.
The kitchenette was just to the left of us, two counter tops, one with a service area over looking an open living room.
There was a corridor to the right, likely going to some rooms. While looking around her spacious, clean modern place, I was also aware of how little room was within my trousers for my still tenting cock. One doesn’t easily forget what Mrs. Suzuki and I did in the elevator. I was also a lit
From that corridor came a middle ages (late 40’s?) Filipino maid, in a nicely ironed uniform. Behind her a younger boy, in a school uniform.
Y: Angie, this is Mr. Michael, one of my clients.
A: How do you do sir?
M: (i had been nephew, son, client, colleague, lover, fuck buddy, casual one night stand random guy in only 2 meetings with Mrs. Suzuki!) Oh, hello.
Y: (a bit hesitantly) Michael, please meet my son Junchiro.
I shook hands with the young boy. I found out he was 12 years old and studying for exams for some sort.
M: (being the good older uncle): How’s your school going?
J: Thank you Mr. Michael-san it is good. I have exams.
Y: He’s the top student in his class (to which Junchiro seemed a little embarrassed) I smiled. The kid seemed like a nice, decent student.
Y: (changing the subject, tone a little more business-like) Angie, has he had lunch yet?
A: Yes maam.
Y: Good, please take him for his haircut. Mr. Michael and I have some work to do for another 2 hours here (it was 1pm at the time). Please come back after 3:30pm.
A: Yes ma’am, take him to _______ in the mall ma’am?
Y: Yes, yes.
I knew I was right to just let Yuko take charge of things. One forgets that women, especially mothers, have a good sense of priorities
I eyed Angie, who didn’t seem to suspect a thing and was just going along with things.
Angie and Junchiro went to the corridor as I slipped my shoes off and walked around. There were photos of a happy family displayed (Junchiro had a sister who I was told was studying in Japan) all over the condo. Photos of husband and wife together when they were probably in their 30’s (the visual of my tutor came flooding back as I saw some photos from those days).
Yuko was unloading the groceries. I grinned at her when she placed the sake on a prominent part of the service table between kitchenette and living room.
I covertly googled “great sake cocktails” on my phone as she took the other groceries out.
M: Shall I begin mixing something up? (using a sly, cheesy, clubber cheongster tone)
She frantically shook her head, and silently pointed to the corridor.
Y: Thank you Mr. Michael, please show me the presentation. I just have to change.
Junchiro came out with Angie. He was dressed casual and Yuko gave him a cheek smooch on their way out.
Y: 3:30 ok Angie?
A: Yes ma’am
They walked out, and the door closed. Mrs Suzuki locked it and also added the deadbolt to it gently
Y: Ok Michael san, you make some drinks ok? I just have to shower.
I smiled, tempted to keep pressing my luck for a shower with Mrs. Suzuki-san… but as a good guest, decided to honour my reason for being there. By making a Sake mojito with a little extra kick for Mrs Suzuki on her return..
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With not much guidance, I looked around the kitchen for ingredients to make a sake mojito (lime juice, greens and lots of sake)
I started the blender up too for some ice. Blended everything together and poured into a jug. Kept two tall tumblers out for us.
She was taking a little bit of time so I caught up on some work emails, sitting in her living room looking at my phone.
I eyed the mantle around her television (telebe in Japan). I noticed a lot of “Japanese phonetic” words posted around, like “telebe” around the tv. Also lots of photos with her husband.. the man whom she no longer wished to see and who had cheated on her. I sometimes wonder about us men .. are we really happy or do we need some higher guidance before jumping from one woman to the next. Big questions as I looked over a draft for a client proposal.
A door opened from within the hallway and I heard her walking back. I was stunned! She was wearing a gorgeous blue kimono and soft shoes. She smiled at me then looked at the jug on the table.
Y: So this is your sake cocktail Michael san?
M: Haha, yes Mrs Suzuki. I walked over… took in her fresh scent from the shower of a light citrus and vanilla. A bit unfamiliar, probably also a shower gel or perfume from Japan.
I poured the beverages into each glass. She took hers.
M: Kanpai!
Y: Kanpai! (taking a big sip back)
M: Your kimono looks amazing Yuko-san
Y: (Shyly) thank you. It was a gift after I left Japan Airlines.
I took a big swig of my cocktail as we stood along side each other in her living room. The afternoon sun was creating a warm glow in the room, and I was able to see her face completely, without makeup. Porcelain skin, flawless, with only a minor hint of any wrinkling at the edge of her eyes.
I had almost forgotten she was once a chio young Japanese flight attendant once in first class, no doubt charming all the rich old men and catching the eye of playboys like her ex (or current) husband.
She was eyeing me, eyes flitting restlessly making contact with mine.
Her face already a little red from the 2/3rd of the triple shot cocktails we were drinking. I leaned forward, placed a soft kiss on her lips. As our tongues once again met and began snaking into each others mouths, I felt a slight draft and rustle of fabric against me, as her pretty kimono parted in her living room. My eyes were closed as we kissed.. so for a split second, suspending the privilege of sight, I wondered what, if anything, Mrs. Suzuki was wearing under her Japan Airlines gifted kimono.
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