One Night Only in Osaka [MF]

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“I think this would look really good on you,” I texted him. He responded almost immediately, as I continued to rifle through the sale vintage clothing racks outside the store in Osaka. It was a sunny but cool day, and the smell of street food wafted in the breeze.

“Yeah, I really like blue!”

Gee, I’m not getting much out of him right now, maybe he’s busy, I thought.My phone vibrated again, *oh, a double text.*

“So I’m looking forward to meeting you tonight :) You said you like whisky right?”

“Yeah, I’m really into Japanese whisky, isn’t that shocking?”

“Haha, well, I’ll meet you at the LiLo Coffee Roasters around 7, 7:30, okay? The train from Kyoto shouldn’t take too long, but I’ll keep you posted.”

“Sounds good, I’ll make sure to wear something cheeky underneath, but you probably won’t get to see it…unless…”

“I’m listening”

“I’ll see you at 7:30 :)”

“You’re the worst.”

I walked back to my hotel room, which was actually rather large for Japan, with two double beds pushed together and a watermelon mural painted on the wall.

I took my hair out of its band and started to undress. I wanted a long shower. It gave me the chance to…reconnect with myself. I looked at myself in the mirror, from my shoulder length, chocolate brown hair, past my teardrop shaped breasts, to a small waist and then to a very naked looking pubic mound.

My hips were wide, which hinted at my full, thick ass and strong legs. I turned side on and played with myself in the mirror. I turned on the water and the mirror began to steam up. Stepping into the shower I took some shower gel into my hands and rubbed my palms together before sliding my wet, soapy hands down my body. I took my time, giving each part of my body the touch it was craving. I wasn’t sure if I’d get more touching tonight, so I liked to keep my bases covered.

My hand snaked down to wash between my legs. I glanced at my sports watch – it was 17:45 – I had some time before I walked over to our meeting spot. My palms rubbed my pubic mound, pushing into the fleshy part, before my fingers spread the lips of my pussy. I could feel my own wetness as the water dripped down my body, trying to find its way inside. I started to circle my clit with my index finger, searching for….ahh that was the spot. I massaged and pulled and pinched my clit, before plunging my other index finger inside me.

I gasped as I felt it slide in, and my pussy tightened around it. I enjoyed pulsing around my finger, teasing and playing, feeling my clit swell as I continued to arouse myself. I began to rub and gently squeeze my left breast, as my other hand was free to play with the juices that started to drip out of me. I tasted myself and sucked on my finger. I mean, I thought I tasted good. A subtle salty-sweet taste. I decided not to wash any further, and let it fill up before I put my underwear on.

I hopped out of the shower and noticed my chest was flushed from my arousal. I glanced at my watch again: ugh it was already 18:10, I needed to get a move on. I slipped on a slinky black velvet dress which was spotted with clear rhinestones, before throwing on a denim coat.

I painted my mouth with my favourite cherry red lipstick. I recalled from an earlier text that B was a fan of the colour red, and was partial to red lipstick. It couldn’t hurt, particularly if upon meeting him, I decided I wanted him.I was out the door 15 minutes later, which gave me time to leisurely stroll over to the America Mura district in Osaka. The city was bustling, so alive and full of people. The sounds of the street competed with the crowd and vendors. Bright lights lit up the city and the department stores, while people dressed in Mario Kart outfits honked in their small race cars at the real cars.

My phone buzzed again, it was him.

“Hey, I’m here, how far away are you?”

“Glad you decided to still meet me, I’m about 10 minutes away!”

I sped up, and felt myself get a little nervous. You know those butterflies before meeting someone for the first time? I had gathered that this guy was a bit cheeky and seemed to be sexual, I just wasn’t sure if he was on my level. But that’s what first dates are for, right?

*Okay, this was the street* – I slowed down, feeling a bit tight, but also…fuck, I was so wet. I squeezed my thighs together and felt my lips slide against one another. That was really wet. I thought I might need to just grab him and fuck him in an alleyway. Okay, that’s definitely the nervousness talking, not me.I regrouped and walked a little faster, spying a Levi’s x Star Wars hoodie that was so calling my name, but I resisted. I kept walking and stopped outside.

*Hmm.. I didn’t see him*. I sheepishly peeked my head in, and saw a guy dressed in black with a Patagonia backpack. It also had Google on it. Y*ou fancy huh?*

As soon as he turned around he beamed at me. *Mmm, what a smile.* I wondered if that was just for me, or if he always smiled like that. He was really good looking. He had dark hair, big brown eyes and yeah, the dazzling smile. So American. Sure, we saw those smiles in Australia too, but I couldn’t help being so overwhelmingly attracted to this guy just physically. I knew right then I wanted to take him back to my hotel.

“Hey…you’re..”

“Yeah, I’m so sorry I’m late!” I gushed. *Wow, chill out.* I wondered if he could tell I was nervous. I took a breath and recovered.“Let’s go outside so I can say hello properly.”As soon as we had some space (it was a really tight little coffee shop), he gave me a big bear hug. It was nice. Our bodies pressed together tightly. All I could think about was if we’d be doing that naked later.

The next two hours we talked about life, love, experiences and just being solo travellers in Japan. We really clicked. I also really wanted him inside me.It started to drizzle so we took shelter in a bar which was rather originally called “whisky bar.” Two neat glasses of whisky later I was about to excuse myself to go to the bathroom when we looked at each other for a long few seconds, before he gave me a very cheeky peck on the lips. I was rather shocked at his forwardness (which you might think goes against my sexual thoughts upon meeting him). But I knew there was a lot more that he wanted to give me from how he looked at me and touched my left thigh.It was almost 22:00 when we walked outside. It was a natural end to our date. It was cold, it was drizzling and we both wanted to find somewhere warm.

“So where to now?” he smiled cheekily.

“Well, I’ve got two double beds at my place if you need a place to stay.”

“Oh really?”*Yeah, great pick up line, I know. Playing coy was not my strong suit.*I smiled at him, and he pulled me in from my chin and gave me a long, French kiss. Hot.“I’d love to. Let’s go.”We held hands and kissed each other along the way, stopping in abandoned alleyways for passionate kisses that knocked the wind out of me.We rode up four floors in the elevator to my hotel room. He pushed me against the steel and kissed my neck and ear. My hips felt his bulge press against them as he rocked into me. We didn’t have any room for words, just grunts and moans.

“So what’s this cheeky something you’re wearing underneath?”

“You’ll have to unwrap me to find out.”

I was so turned on I thought I might come in the elevator. We rushed out into the hallway, before finding my room. I pressed my key against the door and he pushed me inside, right onto the bed. Our desire for one another was so strong. Our sexualities were so insanely compatible, and I knew we were just getting started with our evening.

“That was a pretty cheeky way to get me up to your room, telling me you conveniently had two beds. How could I say no?”

I kissed him, laughing, wanting to say something witty back, but also wanting to make the most of our night. We both left for different cities tomorrow, and I wanted to make this memorable for both of us.

He pushed me farther back onto the bed, trying to push apart my thighs. His need for me was so strong. But I wanted to play. His hand found its way up to my chest, groping my left breast, and then my right. We peeled off each other’s clothes. He pulled off my dress to reveal a set of red lingerie. (*Agent Provocateur. My favourite.)* The red floral lace bra had a little padding which pushed up my D cup breasts just enough. The thong’s lace covered my pussy mound, while the thin red string was swallowed up by my curvy ass. He stopped to look at me, and said “oh, that’s hot.”

At first slowly, teasingly I took off his clothes and undid his belt. But I grew impatient. Our clothes were soon scattered all over the room.Fully naked, he pushed my stomach down as I lay on the bed and lifted my hips towards his face. He pried my legs open, his tongue finding and tasting my wetness. I was dripping for him. I wanted him to go down on me, but I also wanted to see him and how he would fit inside me. I grabbed his chin, bringing him back up to me so I could eye his penis. It was thick. And it looked just right for me. I wanted him even more. Kissing him, I tasted myself again. It was very erotic for me, and I continued to kiss the corners of his mouth, before pushing him away and rolling on top of him.

I locked my thighs around him tightly, starting to rock back and forth, feeling his cock brush against my wet folds.I saw it in his eyes, the way he drank in my body. My breasts bounced in his face as I teased him, rolling my hips over his, moaning in his ear, which made him twitch with anticipation. I lowered myself onto him, gripping his cock with my hand and guiding him into me. We needed a condom. But fuck, his cock felt amazing. It had the girth to make me moan, and the length to really fill me. I parted my lips as I sank down lower onto his cock, a soft moan escaping them. I enjoyed being in control. I had him where I wanted him.

But then he surprised me again, grabbing my hips tightly and forcing them down to thrust up from under me. Every time he fucked me it felt as though his cock plunged deeper in me. My moans turned into cries, and I threw my head back, my hands behind me by his legs, riding him faster. Our passions left little condensation droplets on the windows, because it was still chilly outside. The double bed creaked as we rocked our bodies, our skin damp and warm. Skin against skin I pulled him close to me, holding him more tightly as I rode him.

I felt him rubbing my clit, and I felt my pussy tighten as I grew more and more aroused. He held my wrists as he continued to fuck me. In two swift moves he had flipped me onto my front, my ass up. He grabbed at it and spanked me, which made me moan even more.

He tapped his cock against it a few times, stroking himself, “fuck I want to take you from behind. May I?”

“Yes. Please.”

He positioned himself behind me, and I turned to look at him. I couldn’t get enough of him. I now knew he had me where he wanted me. He anchored himself with my hips, and sank deep inside me. I contracted my pussy to grip him more tightly. I wanted to drain him. He fucked me slow, before holding my shoulders and then the middle of my back so he could get deeper inside me. I was starting to lose clarity as he continued with a steady rhythm. It was intense.

“My my…I want you. Fuck me with everything you have. You know I can take it.”

Those were the words he needed to hear. The ones he wanted to hear. The words that made him fuck me so passionately that I thought I’d explode. My juices were running thick and fast, dripping down his cock. My eyes rolled back as he somehow managed to fuck me with more fervour than before. My body was aflame with desire and heat. I felt sensations roll all over my body. My pussy tensed and then released, sending a shock wave throughout me. I didn’t come, but I had all of the sensation that follows. I loved those types of orgasms. They left me feeling high and energised. I would have to explain to him after.

“Oh my god, you’re making me feel so fucking good!”He moaned in agreement, “Oh good, baby,” relentlessly continuing to fuck me. I knew I was going to be sore tomorrow.He pressed his body against mine and grabbed my chin, kissing me passionately before moaning “oh fuck, you don’t know how good you feel. If I keep fucking you like this, I’m going to come..”“Good, I want you to come on my breasts and stomach,” I moaned, panting.He flipped me over and slid out, before emptying his load all over my stomach and tits. He moaned and moaned as he unloaded, before collapsing beside me.

We interlocked fingers. I kissed him, drops of sweat making tracks down our faces. “If you give me ten minutes we can go again.” Part of me was hoping this was going to be more than a one-night stand.

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