[FM] Hot summer Tokyo night fling with a stranger

100% True.

This happened last summer. I was in Tokyo on a trip that was meant to combine work and leisure, but my travel buddy got the dates wrong and wasn’t going to show up for several days.

The first night I flew in, I was still freshly disappointed from the mixup, and on top of that had a deadline to hit. So I checked into my tiny airbnb and then hit a cafe and cranked my work report out over the course of several hours. I finally finished up too late for the restaurant I had in mind, or any of the exploring I’d imagined doing. I went back to my room and thought about going to sleep. But then I shook that off. I was determined to have some fun after the lackluster day. I decided to go out to a bar and just get a drink or two. Who cares if I was by myself?

I fixed up my hair and put on a little black dress and a suede jacket, and headed out. I was staying in Shinjuku, which famously has a little block that has the most micro bars per square foot of anywhere in the world, called Golden Gai. I was nervous as I walked out the door, but a little excited once I felt the energy of the neon lights and pulsing city and the possibilities of the night.

I got to a crowded bar at the end of the street and walked in. I’m not used to going to bars alone and felt pretty self conscious. East fix, knock back a few drinks right away. But still I didn’t really know how to approach anybody. As a girl, usually guys approach first. And to be clear, I wasn’t looking to fuck that night. In fact I had been on a few dates with a guy back home who seemed like he checked all the boxes and was thinking about maybe asking to be exclusive. This night I just wanted to chat and have company, like a Lost In Translation moment or something.

But much to my dismay a middle-aged man with a ponytail and a weeaboo air about him approached me. He talked at me for awhile and I entertained it for half an hour, but it quickly became annoying when he started obviously negging me.
“Oh, you’re 26? I thought you were a lot older.”
I just rolled me eyes. I routinely get told the opposite, I look young for my age and often get asked if I’m in high school. I started to look for a way out.
“You know what, I’m dying for a smoke. I think I’m going to bum one from those people outside.” I pointed generally outside.
“Okay, but don’t run away,” he said, swilling his pint.

I was already in motion. I glanced around until I locked eyes on two guys having a smoke. At least my odds of fending off guys when there were multiple were a lot easier. I walked up to them and explained my predicament. One of them was tall with gray eyes, built like an ex-football player, curiously enough wearing a Hawaiian-looking shirt with gym shorts and flip flops. On most people that would look ridiculous, but he had a comfortable confidence about him that gave off an “I don’t give a fuck” vibe. He introduced himself as James. He lit another cigarette for me without question while I evaded the glare from the creep. Suddenly his eyes went wide.
“Oh shit, he’s walking over here!”
I panicked until I saw the smile curl up over his dangling cigarette. He let out a mischievous laugh. I smiled.
“You want to come with us to the next spot?”

The rest of the night I spent roaming the streets of Tokyo with about five other friends of his that showed up. There’s no official last call in Tokyo, and all of us were varying degrees of jet-lagged, so the night went on and on with much drinking. More alcohol revealed more of James’s devil-may-care personality. At some point he just bluntly said, “Have sex with me,” but with a knowing twinkle in his eye that told me he was laughing internally at his own audacity. I laughed and said no. And he’d ask again randomly throughout whatever conversation we were a part of, just to make me giggle.

Eventually I looked out the bar window and realized the sun was coming up. Wow, that was a long night. Everyone disbanded and James offered to walk me back to my room. It was full on morning by then and I didn’t realize how hungry I was until he suggested we make French toast. I had a bad case of the drunk munchies so I thought that was an amazing idea. We got all the ingredients from a convenience store, and then he came up to the tiny kitchen in my room to cook it. In retrospect, that was probably just a really clever way of getting upstairs. But I had it in my mind, I just really don’t fuck strangers I meet at bars. And I was tired so I said I was going to bed. He asked if he could crash there until he could get home, and I said sure. I changed into PJs and immediately fell asleep, and he fell asleep right next to me on the bed. I remember thinking “well that’s presumptuous” before nodding off.

Later I woke up, very dazed. Looked over and saw the giant man sleeping next to me and shook my head at the ridiculousness of it all. I closed my eyes again and dozed until I heard him rustle. He readjusted into a semi spooning position. It felt nice and warm. Slowly I became aware of his hard-on lightly nestling between my butt cheeks. I shifted slightly but went back to sleep. Then I felt light fingertips on my arms, as soft as a feather. They traced down, till they found the backs of my thighs. It felt good. Encouraged by my lack of resistance, his fingertips traced under the leg of my shorts, and he shifted down the bed making his way to my lower half, angling himself between my legs. I thought of the nice, appropriate guy I was seeing back home, who I was pretty sure was going to ask me to be exclusive. I was reaching a point of no return. Was this a good idea? I made one last feeble attempt to resist. But I could feel the warmth of his breath on my belly, and the lazy circles he was tracing on my skin, and then the lightest, barest touch of his tongue on my inner thigh and a bolt of electricity shot through me. I shuddered involuntarily with an aching twinge ending in my pussy. The almost illicit nature of it all was intoxicating.He stopped, almost as a question. I replied by silently stripping off my shorts.

His tongue grew closer and closer to my pussy, taking small nibbles of my lips. I sucked my breath in in anticipation. Finally, he licked my clit and I felt my pussy fill with wetness. I moaned. He kept licking and sucking and teasing my clit. My legs were shaking at the precipice of cumming but then he stopped and moved back up, cockhead inquisitively brushing my pussy.
“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”
He shook his head, neither did he. I felt another brush of his cock against my clit as he shifted on his elbows and lost it. Self-control gone. I succumbed to my desire. I just needed this feeling to keep going. I needed him inside me.

I opened my legs. He rubbed his cock on my lips, catching the wetness, letting it slide deliciously back and forth over my most sensitive parts. At this point I was on the verge of begging him to put his cock in me. I opened my legs wider, as wide as they could go, obscenely splaying my pussy out for him. I pushed my hips up and just the head of his cock slipped into my slit. I gasped. I’d never been teased this much before. Every sense felt heightened, waiting in anticipation. He pushed ever so slowly inside of me, fucking gently until my pussy had swallowed his whole cock. We both let out groans.

At this point he bent down and we shared our first kiss (lol) and that pushed us both into overdrive. He started fucking me faster. His dick was incredible. It filled me up completely and just barely bottomed out so when he slammed into me I could feel it in my cervix. It felt like it was filling me in places that had never been touched before. It slid past my pubic bone with a satisfying pop, over and over hitting my g-spot. I broke away from the kiss to look down and see his cock pumping into me. This completely stranger’s cock was fucking in and out of me, in the deepest part of me. Every time it pushed in, I swear I could see it push out my abs. When it pulled out it was slick and shiny with my wetness. I was drunk on lust. I ground my hips up wantonly to meet each stroke, completely surrendering to my arousal. I felt my orgasm building and I locked my legs and arms around him, trying to take him as deep and fast and hard as he could go before my eyes rolled back in my head and I came hard. So hard it came in waves. I felt weak in the knees. I fell back, limp. He popped my legs over his shoulders and really started ploughing me. The bed was shaking and with every pump his cock raked over my g-spot and I saw fucking stars. He plunged his cock into me faster and faster and harder until finally he pulled out and shot his load all over my stomach and breasts. Holy fuck was that good.

We fucked again that day, and it was even better. Then we fucked on the hotel floor, and in a chair, in the ocean, on a roof, in front of wide open picture windows at a beach resort, almost in the middle of a bar. The sex is like none other I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt so completely powerless to resist, or so completely well-fucked in my entire life. Particularly the times I let him cum inside of me, and feel the warm spurting fill me while his cock twitches. I’ve watched myself get fucked in doggy by him in hotel mirrors and looked into my eyes of complete wanton abandon. I don’t know what it is, some people were just born to fuck.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5qn6fp/fm_hot_summer_tokyo_night_fling_with_a_stranger