Nearly ten years ago I graduated from college and I almost immediately moved to Japan for an interesting job. I was there for six years, and my second girlfriend while I was in Japan was an Australian woman four years my senior, which at 25 felt like a big deal (at least to me). Sarah had a very silly personality but as I eventually learned, that could change to intense lust almost instantly. We had met after a comedy show when I invited a few people back to my apartment. When she walked in with a friend of mine I checked her out, and because another friend was filming someone next to me on the couch doing a magic trick, there is actually video evidence of the very first time I laid eyes on her and my stare as I look her up and down. Most people would say she has an excellent body, she’s about 5’7” and has soft and wavy brown hair with C cups, and a very nice round and firm ass. But people often don’t notice her body because she doesn’t flaunt it and her smile and her laugh are so mesmerizing. Even though I checked her out when she walked in, I don’t think I looked at her body again the rest of the night. She can be the life of a party without demanding attention, and I was smitten instantly.
I didn’t talk to her for any appreciable length of time till the end of the night, but she lit up when we finally did talk alone and I managed to invite her to stop by the birthday part of one of our mutual friends in a couple days. In Japan there are these Izakaya bars, which is sort of pub like, but mixed in with a tapas restaurant. Usually you spend a long time there sitting on tatami mats drinking and ordering food, and as the night progresses everyone gets happily drunk while chowing down on skewered and fried food. Sarah sat next to me and we were immediately flirting. She was wearing a nice black dress, not a cocktail dress or anything exceptionally form fitting, but she looked stunning in it. Fairly early in the night I asked her why she had her hiking backpack with her – it was a Saturday and she had said earlier that she had come to the bar straight from home.
She hesitated, but quietly revealed that she had literally just walked out on her boyfriend who she lived with that afternoon, and the backpack had a bunch of clothes because she intended to stay with a friend who happened to live nearby for at least a few days. I was both shocked and quite happy – she hadn’t mentioned the boyfriend the other night, and if you’re going to be told about one, that’s the best way to get the news.
I probably spent 90% of the next 4 hours talking to only her at a table of nearly 25 of my friends. As we were filtering out at the end of the night she revealed that the friend she was supposed to stay with hadn’t responded all night and asked if she could crash on my couch.
I was obviously more than happy to oblige, and because my roommate was on vacation, I thought we wouldn’t have to worry about making noise in the small apartment. When we got to my apartment block we were being exceptionally touchy and in the elevator I went in for the kiss . . . which she very firmly turned her head away from.
Somewhat surprised, I tried to figure out how I’d blown it when suddenly she turned and grabbed my hand and wrapped it around her waist, laughing and sort of twirling herself into my arms with her back to me. And then she started to grind her hips into me. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten such mixed signals in such a short time period but I certainly wasn’t going to stop her.
When we got to my floor she walked out of the elevator, and as she waited for me to pass her and lead the way, she turned and wrapped her arms around me, one over my shoulder as if she were about to demand a piggy back ride and the other across my stomach . . . before she started wandering south and squeezing my upper thigh as we limped down the hall. Her forearm grazed against my growing cock as I fumbled with the lock and she laughed that I was easy to please.
The door gave way and we stumbled in and she kicked off her shoes and leapt onto the futon couch in my small living room. I turned to close the door and turn on the thankfully dim lamp next to the shoe rack, but was not expecting what I saw when I turned back to her and the couch. She was looking directly into my eyes and was on all fours. Without breaking eye contact she started moving her shoulders in small circles and then wiggling her ass back and forth in the air, grinning the whole time. It was almost an imitation of a cat but yet done in the sexiest way I have ever seen. As I took my shoes off, she sat up on her knees and then reached back and grabbed her ankles and started to lean back with her head tilted up and her chest stuck out. She loudly groaned a single word:
“FUCK”
I moved in to kiss her neck, but was probably a bit timid – I still wasn’t sure if she was going to reject me again, but instead she ran her hand through my hair and pulled my face down into her neckline and then back up. I started to work up her neck and around her ear, thinking I’d gotten the all clear to kiss her, when she pulled me by my hair away from her face.
“I’m not going to let you kiss me because then it’s real.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, but before I could say anything she had pushed me down so I was lying on the couch, crawled on top of me and with one hand on my chest started grinding herself into my leg. I was rock hard from pretty much the moment we had opened the door to my place, and her other hand was gripping my leg, her palm just next to my twitching cock as her fingers wrapped around the side of my thigh.
I could feel the heat between her legs and started to flex the muscles in my leg as she ground herself into me and against my cock. I had my hands on her waist, and began to pull her against me with each flex. Small gasps started to escape her mouth, and she leaned even further forward onto my chest, slowly but eventually all the way till her head was on my collarbone. She was still grinding herself into my hip with my cock trapped beneath her, but her hands were still in the same place. Her arms were under her and pressing her breasts together between us. I felt like I was 17 again dry humping like this, and I couldn’t take it.
I reached my hands down from her waist to lift up the hem of her dress and grab her ass and she shot upright, nearly leaping off me and the couch. She gave me a stern stare that said ‘don’t push your luck’ but also ‘I am enjoying this way too much’ and then announced she was hungry before sauntering off to the kitchenette on the other side of the apartment. She started rifling through the cabinets until she found microwave popcorn. At first I simply watched her, but after a while I got up and attempted to adjust my raging boner, eventually trying to get myself horizontal under my belt – both because the pressure of my belt felt good and I was too damn turned on to want that to fade, and also because I wanted to hide it so I could at least pretend I wasn’t as desperate to have her as I’m sure she knew I was.
She punched in two minutes and was about to put the bag in before she paused, set it down on top of the microwave and turned around to look at me with the most lustful look I’d ever seen up to that point in my life. I rushed forward to accost her and pressed her up against the counter the microwave sits on, my hands running up the sides of her dress and grabbing her at her waist and lifting her up so that she was half sitting perched on the 2 inches between the now closed (and running) microwave and the edge of the counter, stuck there despite her legs dangling above the floor because I was pressing against her.
She opened her legs and I pressed further forward, and as she wrapped her legs around the back of mine she started to gyrate her hips up and down against my torso. With one arm around my neck she put her fingers very delicately on my cheek and looked directly into my eyes, and right as she opened her mouth to say something the microwave beeped and we both start laughing our asses off.
I scooped her up by the ass and lifted her over to the side so she could sit more comfortably on the counter and she didn’t take her eyes off me, but when I set her down, she moaned “You better be worth it.” I went in to kiss her, but she put her hand on my chest and just stared at me, looking directly into my eyes for a very long time. I was intensely worried, rock hard, head over heals infatuated, and desperate to kiss her, and trying poorly to hide all those feelings. And then she smiled and pulled me in to kiss her. It was deep and long, and as it continued I started to nibble at her lip and she quivered and let out a little yelp.
Sitting on the counter she was perfectly my height, and we hungrily kissed as she pulled her arm back from around my neck and instead started to fumble with the buttons of my shirt. I ran my hands up her back under her dress, pulling her into me as all the while she was still gyrating her hips against me. After a minute or two she was shaking and started grabbing at my now exposed chest with one arm, the other wrapped around me and pulling me towards her.
For once I pushed her away, and as I did she looked absolutely ravishing. Her eyes were ravenous, she was biting her lower lip, her dress hiked up around her waist, legs splayed, and her knickers visibly soaked even in the dim light. As I pulled away she had her hands on the edge of the counter to keep her balance. But when I moved forward again to press my fingers between her legs she grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to pull aside the fabric and then rotated my hand so it was palm up before grabbing just my middle finger and easing into inside her.
She was moaning and incredibly wet, and without even thinking I was tugging at my belt as she used my finger to push into herself. As I freed myself, she pulled my hand away and my finger out of her and instead grabbed at my cock, wrapping her fingers along the underside and slowly pulling me closer using her grip.
I don’t think I’d said a single word since we entered the apartment up till this point, but as she guided me in I started to moan the word fuck and before I got past the u she had grabbed me by my collar and pulled me in to kiss her. As soon as she did I pushed forward and into her nearly effortlessly. Her thumb and forefinger were still wrapped around the base of my shaft and she was tugging at both my collar and cock as she essentially impaled herself on me, pulling my entire torso towards her with each yank.
She eventually let go of me and I just went wild thrusting myself into her and kissing her neck as she moaned. I kept pushing myself as far into her as I could, and I eventually got the angle right to essentially get all the way to the hilt with each stroke. She grabbed my shoulders under my open shirt and at that point I was really close, so instead of continuing, I began to rotate my hips in circles. As I would hit the downswing of that motion she would dig her nails further into my skin, and it went on for quite a while, me alternating between thrusting into her and making the circular motions, her nails digging further into me the entire time.
At a certain point I knew I wouldn’t last no matter what I did, so resting my hands on the counter I just forced myself in and out of her as rapidly as I could for another minute or so. She started to convulse and I could feel her clamp down on me – both on my shoulders and around my cock and I instantly exploded inside her, pushing up and into her as I did.
We sat in the kitchen for a long while not saying a word, me slumped back against the wall with my shirt half off, and my pants around my knees – panting and in pure bliss but also vaguely aware of blood running down my shoulders from her nails. She was still shuddering, leaning back a little, but also a bit hunched still sitting on the counter. I must have been dripping out of her, or at least her own wetness was glistening and running down her thigh. She reached back and grabbed a paper towel off the spool and ran it up her thigh as she moved her panties back into place.
Eventually she slid off the counter and walked back to where my bedroom was and in a groggy haze I followed. We fell asleep nearly instantly.
The next morning we talked about how unbelievably stupid it was. She had an IUD, so wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, but she made me go with her to a clinic and we both agreed to get both of us tested, which was both nerve wracking and then exceptionally reassuring. As a side note, if you think getting tested is awkward or embarrassing wherever you live, I cannot even begin to describe how bad it is in Japan. The nurse’s reaction to telling her what each of us wanted was somewhere between abject horror, panic and disgust, and then actually getting the test done included extra big helpings of shaming.
Me and Sarah moved in together four months later dated and lived together for two years. We had the most passionate sex I’ve ever had, and often in weird and wonderful ways and places. She was creative about it too, and while I’m often a pretty dominant guy in the bedroom, she took the reigns as often as I did. Vacations with her were always a treat. I still miss her and it feels good to get something out of my head and onto paper instead.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/75ff0i/fucking_the_girl_i_came_to_love_the_day_she_left
I really liked this. Thanks for sharing.
Hot story. It’s too bad it didn’t work out in the end.
I like this story. I wish it had a happier ending though.
sounds like the ride was fantastic while it lasted. thanks for the story