Friday – 6:30pm
I first met Yumi while researching a project at the Toronto Reference Library (TRL) in downtown Toronto. The TRL wasn’t busy that night because it was a Friday evening. As a result, I was occupying a large table by myself.
Out of no where, a petite girl, of Asian descent, sits across from me. I remember greeting her with a smile as she sat down. She politely smiled back, to ackowledge my friendly gesture, and began unpacking her belongings from her oversized backpack.
I must admit, at this point, I did not pay her a lot of attention. Why? Because she looked to be around 40 years old and very FOB-ish. She did, however, have cute facial features. After this initial greeting, we both went about our business.
7:30pm
About an hour after she sat down, I decided to grab a coffee at the Tim Hortons (outside the TRL) so I can regroup mentally. Before I left to grab my java, I asked this woman if she could watch my belongings for 5 minutes. She replied, “Yes, I can watch them.” Her voice was soft and delicate.
While in line at the Tims, I decided to buy this mystery woman a donut. I thought it would be a friendly gesture for watching my belongings, so I ordered her a Boston Cream donut, one of my favs, and headed back to the TRL.
Once I arrived at my tabled, I passed the donut over to her (it was in a bag) and said enthusiastically, “I decided to buy you a donut. It’s my way of saying thanks for watching my belongings.” She instantly lit up (like she won the lotto) and thanked me for my politeness.
Little did I know, this donut would be the catalyst for a hour long conversation about life, love, and dreams.
During our conversation, I discovered she was an accountant who decided to come to Canada to learn English in order to broaden her career opportunities.
Although I did not ask her how old she was, I pegged her around 42-45 years old. She had a few grey hairs that were coupled with some faint wrinkles. Despite this, I found myself captivated by her confidence and her sophistication.
8:30pm
Before we knew it, the TRL was closing and we had to leave. I remember walking out of the library feeling pretty positive about this serendipitous encounter. Since it was a Friday night, and I had nothing going on, I asked her if she would be interested in continuing our conversation over some friendly drinks.
9pm
The next thing I knew we were at a trendy lounge in The Annex, a neighbourhood in downtown Toronto, enjoying each other’s company. At this point in the night, I had no expectations whatsoever. That said, as the night went on, her maturity and elegance started to showcase itself. And I found this extremely attractive.
Saturday – 1am
Over the course of the night, the tension between us was slowly building. You could feel it. I decided it was time to break the ice. So I said, “I have some Canadian craft beers at my apartment. Woud you be interested in trying some?” Sure, it wasn’t the best proposal, but it made things progress.
After my pitch, the look she gave me was priceless. She tilted her head slightly and smiled softly at me. The way she looked at me was first-rate. It was like she was saying, “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter.” She knew what I wanted.
Additionally, the way she made me repeat my offer was well-played. How so? Because I orginally thought there was a translation problem. However, upon further reflection, I now realize she was simply playing with me. Soon we were walking out the door hand-in-hand.
1:30am
As soon as we walked into my apartment, and we took off our shoes, this petite little woman (she was around 5’1″ and I’m 5’10”) turned towards me and gracefully hugged me. After a minute, or so, she loosens her grip and looked into my eyes. From that point on, everything was pure bliss.
I distinctively remember seeing her body for the first time. She was wearing clothing that was simplistic and baggy, so I couldn’t tell how petite she actually was until her clothes were off. What surprised me the most was how toned this woman was. Even her breasts, although small, were beautifully chiseled — as if Michelangelo carved them himself.
Her body was silky smooth and she was essentially hairless — except fo this large landing strip of jet black pubic hair. Despite her bush being so definitive, it was also kinda cute.
When I finally went down on her, I was confronted by a vagina with large/dark butterfly lips. I could easily fit three fingers in her, but it didn’t matter. Why? Because she had, by far, the best grip of ANY vagina I EVER entered.
This woman must have done years worth of Kegel exercises. I was shocked at how she was able to grip my penis with such authority. That night we ended up having sex five times! That’s because I kept exploding instantaneously.
I thought it was adorable how she would console me after each burst, because she could see I was embarrassed over exploding too quickly. Without a doubt, this little Japanese woman was the best sexual experience I had to date.
10:30am
When we woke up in the morning, I made her oatmeal pancakes that was complemented with freshly grounded coffee. We ended up talking for over an hour before I walked her to the subway station.
— End
Unfortunately, our time together was short. A week after meeting Yumi, she left back to Japan. Although we still keep in touch (via LINE), communication between us has slowly faded.
Still, I was grateful I was able to spend a single night with this astonishing woman. I also was also grateful for crossing paths with such a beautiful soul.
And to think, it all started over a donut.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5ccq6a/a_donut_for_yumi_mf