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American
woman
Story
of a married man who experiences seduction by an
American woman
By Ken Maeda
Continued from
Head massage or start at
How I found my woman
| I was surprised when Mary held my hand and let her head rest on my shoulders as we walked back home. As we stepped into the quiet lobby of our building and waited for the elevator to open, I wondered if I should invite Mary into my apartment again. |
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While we had become far more intimate than I had expected, it was still all so innocent. Being with just one woman all my life, I did not consider myself good at reading signs from women, and definitely not from American women. As the elevator door closed, I saw Mary rest her head on my shoulder, wrap her arms around me, and look in the mirror. When we made eye contact in the mirror, we both laughed. "Are you going to offer me a drink now that you promised earlier?" she asked, with her arms still wrapped around me. She made it easy for me. I love American women. I poured
sake
(a Japanese rice wine) for both of us and put an instrumental music CD on. The windows were open so the breeze came in moving the silk curtain at times all the way to the ceiling.
Mary leaned against the wall and put a few cushions behind her. I pulled a few more cushions and rested myself next to her. "I hope I did not hurt you. I like to bite sometimes," Mary giggled, holding my finger in her hand and blowing her warm breath on it. "No, no. I liked it actually." "Why? You did? You mean I can bite you again." "Hmmm....sure." I went inside
my bedroom to get more cushions to put on the
tatami floor but realized that Mary had followed me inside too. Mary put her glass aside, turned her body towards me, held my body so that now our faces were right in front of each other, and pulled me to my bed. She looked right into my eyes as I smiled. "I am going to bite every inch of your body,"
she asked me as if challenging me to a fight. "Go ahead. Do
you think I am afraid?"
 Before I could speak any further, she grabbed the upper lip of my open mouth and tightly held it between her
luscious lips. I was almost ready for the teeth but she let the lip go for a second. Before I could recover, she had grabbed my lower lip now and did the same. I extended my tongue to tease her and that's when she moved fast and quickly grabbed my tongue between her teeth. As the pressure increased, I knew she was cleverer than me. It did not hurt and I did not know how hard she would press, but I wanted to get in the game. I knew where to tickle her and she let go when she could not hold any longer. "So you are not afraid of me yet. Looks as if you don't get hurt," she teased me as she rested her head on my chest and played with my T-shirt.
She had managed to pull it out of my jeans exposing my waist. Her hand gently pushed my T-shirt all the way up and she slid further on the bed to kiss my waist. She explored the area around the navel and I was just wondering where she would bite again. Considering how actively she had been exploring the navel, I expected her to grab it. She managed to surprise me again. I think I let my guards down as I enjoyed her kisses and as she played with my chest hair. Like last time, only when she had already grabbed my left nip, I knew what was next. She did not bite me; she merely opened her mouth and completely surrounded it. As she moved her tongue, I felt it harden and I am sure she did too. That's when the biting began. This time it was harder and I might have shouted in pain but she did not stop. Not until I aggressively tickled not only her
armpits but her whole body. She pulled back and sat Japanese style on the bed. Bowing all the way, she apologized,
"Honto ni gommennasai." I smiled and replied,
"Iie, iie." |
| Sitting so straight, Mary looked gorgeous with her hair slightly disheveled, and a very naughty smile on her face. "You think I am good at biting?" "I think you have not completed all the tests yet. You will get a grade only when you do so." I trusted Mary not to harm me though I was increasingly starting to realize that behind the sweet, almost innocent, face was a
very passionate woman. Even the fact that she was a scientist has not changed her into a serious person - an image I have of scientists studying impact of dioxins on the environment. While I was going along with her game, I was not sure what to expect.
As she sat there looking directly into my eyes as a naughty girl up to some trick of her own, I was filled with desire looking at the swell in her front that was far more apparent now with her erect posture. "I will let you bite me anywhere you want but with one condition," I said with a serious, mysterious tone. "Hmm...Let me think. You mean I will have complete freedom if I accept one condition," she responded with a tone of confidence though I could sense some skepticism in her voice. "Absolutely. I will be all yours - any where you wish and however hard you can!" "Kekko desu. I am agreeing even though I do not know what the condition is." "Same here, Mary-san. I don't know where you will bite me and how hard." "What if you allowed me with one condition too - just to be fair for both of us. In return I promise to stop if it hurts you." "That seems like a fair deal. So here is my condition - you will need to take your dress off. I want to see your beautiful body." "Oh that was not as bad as I was prepared for. My condition is that I will like to tie your hands so that I can bite you but you cannot
tickle me. Remember though that I have already agreed to stop when it hurts you."
Mary soon untied the ribbon that was part of her dress. As I offered my hands to be tied, she took extra precaution by putting my hands behind me and tying them at the back. It was uncomfortable but I had to abide by our agreement. I felt a bit helpless but she put a few more cushions behind me to make me more comfortable. Mary stepped back, knelt Japanese style so that she was sitting right in front of me, and undid the zipper at the back of the dress. Except for the Hollywood movies, I had never seen any
foreign woman without clothes. While the anticipation of seeing what I had never imagined excited me a lot, I felt my mouth going dry. I was actually more nervous than pleased for a moment. I had seen her back only a while ago but now I was watching her gorgeous body right in front of me, and I had a totally different sensation. Mary knew that I was watching and she turned her face to look right into my eyes, as she touched my arm. "Are you ready?"
With all the energy that I could muster in my voice, I responded, "Of course. You better be fast because I have already been tied for 30 seconds." Mary pulled her arms out of the dress and folded it neatly. I could now see her
pink matching panties
(Leak
proof panties). I think I must have gasped as I saw her body and looked into her eyes. She did not look embarrassed or shy - I even sensed if she was still teasing me in some ways. "Are you now ready to keep your part of the deal?" she asked with her hands on her hips with the fingers tugging the band of
her panties. I think I was still looking at her cone-shaped front and did not realize that I had not responded soon enough. "Yes, I am."
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She sat down on her knees again and looked at me as if I were under her control. Despite her aggressive posture, she still looked like an angel, especially with the
pink floral designs of her underwear. She removed my belt and undid the zipper on my jeans. Standing back, she pulled on it hard, leaving me with just my
white bikini briefs. I was a bit embarrassed at being undressed in such a helpless manner but the fact that Mary was in a similar state made me feel comfortable. She came to my left side and gently nudged my arms to push me so that now my face was buried in the cushions and I could not see her anymore.
She now posited herself on my upper back and then proceeded to move aside
my underwear to my crack and exposing my rear. I just lay there wondering what part was she going to choose. She stroked the back of my legs and then bent down to kiss my rear and I knew now what she had in her mind. While her tongue tickled me a little bit as she slowly explored my derriere, I was also expecting that any moment she would grab whatever fancied her and bite me to death - and it happened. The soft fat that had accumulated over the years right around my crack was now between her teeth. She was stronger in her grip this time but I trusted her more this time. I knew I could say 'no' anytime. With my face in the cushions, I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed Mary's biting - I cannot say that I generally enjoy pain but this was different. I did not say ‘no’ and after a while I realized that Mary was once again stroking the area where she was biting and I felt her soft, warm breath. As she adjusted my brief, I understood that she was done. "You have been so good. I am glad I ran into you," she said as she untied my hands and helped me put my jeans back on. I acted as a gentleman too and helped her zip her dress up. She held my hand and kissed the fingers as she put her shoes on to leave. "Let's go for a walk again. I like the lake," she added. "Oh and I like you...and I like America," as I held her fingers and bit them hard.
 After Mary left, I took some time to recover from my first 'American' experience. Just thinking about the
games that we played made my nerves tingle. I must have dozed off thinking about the evening and when I woke up Kyoko was standing up smiling with two cups of coffee. It was clear that she had arrived while I was sleeping. I did not take adequate care to hide any evidence of Mary's visit but looked as if she did not leave any. If the two
wine glasses did arouse some suspicion, Kyoko was discreet enough, like any
Japanese wife, not to mention it.
We talked about her trip and how her performances turned out. As the caffeine worked on me, I extended my hand to touch Kyoko's. She played with my fingers and though I did not see any marks from last night, it was interesting when Kyoko gently kissed them. I put my cup of coffee on the floor and extended my arms and Kyoko jumped right into them and we hugged. She opened her mouth as we both explored each other. I breathed deeper and felt the familiar smell of Kyoko's body. Kyoko moved the
comforter aside as she positioned herself on top of me. Like so many other times in the past, we made love. It was rather ironical this time though. For the first time in my life I had been with Kyoko within hours of being with another woman - in fact I was afraid that I might have still retained Mary's unique body smell. Kyoko did not comment and I forgot about it all as I closed my eyes and thought of Mary as Kyoko
let me inside her.
Continued:
Getting seduced by his American girlfriend as they
play a game for couples
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