I’m now a happily married (and monogamous) man, but in my day was more than happy to play the field as much as I could. As the sex has dried up with the wife, the more these memories are used to help “release the pressure “.
One summer I had to take some holiday at short notice, so went in to my nearest student travel agent and booked a space on a Contiki bus tour around Europe that was departing the next morning. The group was full of young travellers, mainly from Australia, New Zealand, Canada and the US. There was also a pair of seriously hot Japanese girls, who were by far the most attractive girls on the bus – one of them was arguably the hottest girl I had ever seen in the flesh. As the only Brit on the bus, I was a bit of a novelty and played it up as much as I could. I got drunk and had fun with everyone, and was popular with most of the group, mainly for doing stupid things like falling off a boat into a canal in Amsterdam. Despite this, I just couldn’t get laid and, going in to the last night, had only had a “consolation blow job” from the roommate of the girl my roommate was shagging.
The last night was on a campsite just outside Paris and was expected to be a drunken farewell. It was starting slowly, with most of the group just sitting around, drinking some beer and reminiscing on the past two weeks, when one of the Japanese girls (the hot, but not as hot as her friend, one) came up to me and asked if I would fuck her at the end of the night – just like that! Once I’d picked my jaw up off the ground, I hastily agreed, and she just walked off back to where her friend was sitting. I’m hardly any sort of Adonis, rather an average guy with a bit of a beer-belly, so assumed it was a wind-up and just carried on drinking and having a laugh.
However, as things started to wind down, she came over to me, took my hand and started leading me towards the group of cabins we were all staying in. Once we were out of sight she was all over me and had my cock in her mouth before I knew it. I came quickly and she swallowed the lot, then dragged me to my cabin. Once inside she called the shots, making me eat out her pussy and arse until she came over and over. I then fucked her, or rather she fucked me, until I came in her arse and she orgasmed for about the fifth time. She cleaned my cock with her mouth, then suddenly jumped up, got half-dressed and left. She left in such a hurry that she left her underwear behind.
I was still in a state of blissed-out exhausted confusion when I heard a knock at the door a couple of minutes later. Thinking it was her coming back to get the rest of her clothes, I opened the door naked, only to be met by the stunningly attractive friend. She took one look at me and gently guided me back inside the door, following me in. She started kissing me and, despite my previous efforts, I responded in kind. The kissing was slow, sensual and unbelievably sexy and she was quickly as naked as me, and we explored each other’s bodies. I have to admit, I got a thrill when she put my cock in her mouth knowing where it had just been, not twenty minutes earlier, but she was so beautiful that I soon forgot all about that. The sex was like the kiss, slow, sensual and amazingly good. I only came once, right at the end, as did she, but my cum was better than anything I had ever felt before, and I know she enjoyed hers. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and i slept like only an exhausted, drained, still slightly drunk man could.
I awoke the next morning to an angry old French woman poking me with her broom, whilst shouting at me. The girl was nowhere to be seen, nor was anyone else in the group! Turns out I’d overslept and missed the bus back to London. My usual roommate had booked into a hotel for the last night with the girl he’d been shagging all trip, so I didn’t even have him to wake me up. I had to hitchhike to Calais to catch a ferry back to England and didn’t have anyone’s contact details. This was a time before Facebook, or even mobile phones being commonplace (yes I’m that old!), so without the sheet with everyone’s email addresses on that was given out on the homeward journey, I’ve never had any contact with any of the group I travelled with, especially not the Japanese girls…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5pkw74/mf_mf_japanese_tag_team