"Nai, Today I was told I have to go to Hokkaido on an important work assignment for five days. They gave me such short notice so tomorrow I have to leave. They already booked a flight and paid for my hotel accomodation up there"
It's 5:30 pm and we are walking to the station to take the train to our district.
"Can't they send someone else?" I ask.
"Well they chose me and I believe they are also sending some others in my section to other prefectures like Kyoto and Okayama."
"I see. I will miss you lots but I will get by so don't you worry about me"
"Likewise. My flight is 5 am tomorrow."
"What? That's early. It must be really important. You can call me when you have spare time."
The next morning I awake but only I am on the bed. Elma has already left. Sad to say I didn't get to see her off because today's a work day so I couldn't accompany her to the airport which is like 3 hours from us. I silently get ready for another day of work, without Elma.
For breakfast, I crack four eggs instead of two, forgetting Elma is not there. It's routine for me to make four scrambled eggs for our breakfast, when she is here. I carry the left-over eggs for lunch, not wanting to waste them. I'll reheat them at the office.
The first day passes as normal. I have gotten used to going to work and going home with Elma so it feels a bit lonely doing it by myself. In the middle of my microwavable dinner- not so yummy but will do, my phone rings. It's Elma calling. I answer the call.
"Hi Elma. How was the trip?"
"Hey Nai! I not too long ago got here. The plane ride was looong. It would have taken me less than two hours to fly here myself. I am walking to the lobby, stretching my legs after sitting in the plane for so long. I have already checked into the hotel."
"That's great! I'm glad you arrived there with no hassle." That's true. Elma could have flown to Hokkaido but since the company was paying for her flight, she can't refuse and it wouldn't be logical to tell her superiors "I could fly myself there" either.
"I'll call you back. I will order something from the receptionist." Oh yeah! I remember she has never been to a 4 star hotel before.
"Um, if you want to order food, you just use the telephone in your room" I tell her.
"Oh? Well that's convenient. I guess I'll go back to my room and try it then."
"You could also try downloading an app called "Skype" and add me so we can video-chat" I suggest.
"Sure. I'm on it. I'll call you back" she hangs up first.
After fifteen minutes, my phone screen lights up. I can see Elma on my phone screen in real time. She's using Skype now. I answer the call and bring the phone in front of my face so she could see me."
"Hey" she waves at me, smiling brightly.
"Hi! I see you downloaded Skype."
"Yeah it's amazing how I can see you even when we're so far apart."
"So did you get to order dinner?"
"Yes they just brought up a dish called 'Kaisendon'. It was very yummy but the portion size was small. I think I'm still hungry."
"Yeah nothing says Hokkaido like seafood. About the portion size, in fancy hotels like the one you're staying, you would find they focus a lot on the presentation of food while keeping portion sizes small" I reply.
"That's an interesting tactic. Anyway I look forward to trying the local cuisine here. Tomorrow I officially start work here. I have to meet with some clients."
"I wish you all the best. Have fun!" I tell her.
She blows me a kiss. "Well I'm going to hang up now. I'm kind of tired so I'll rest."
We both exchange 'good nights' and end the call.
The days pass slowly. Elma hasn't Skyped me since we last spoke. She only texted me about how she much she has to do. I didn't want to bother her so I didn't Skype her either. I only replied to her texts.
xxx
On Sunday I am at the airport. Those five days without her are finally over and I'm very excited to see her. She doesn't know I'm coming so I thought I will show up to surprise her.
The lounge is very quiet. There are some families waiting in anticipation for the arrival of their loved ones while some people are alone. The children are growing impatient waiting for the flights to arrive and are running about the lounge.
My eyes are glued to the screen. Finally I see Elma's flight switch from the second row and is now in the top row, indicating it has landed. Of course I can't see her now because she along with the other passengers must clear customs.
In about a half hour, I hear the sound of footsteps and the distinct sound of a suitcase rolling. My eyes fixate on the entryway. After clearing customs, the passengers would walk in an enclosed area to the lounge where their families await them.
A tall middle-aged caucasian man emerges from the passage and a little girl with straight blonde hair and blue eyes shouts "Daddy!, runs and leap into his arms. A woman who appears to be his wife stands up and goes to welcome her husband back by embracing him. Other families do this as they see their loved ones emerge from the enclosed passageway.
After I see half the plane load emerge, stewardesses and pilots included, I see Elma in the second batch of people. She's wearing a light khaki brown duffel coat that's draped across her upper body in similar fashion of how she wears her shall. Her inside piece appears to be a dual neckline top. She's wearing dark skinny jeans and ankle boots. In her hand is the red carry on duffel bag I had lent her and she's holding her laptop bag in her other hand. Amidst the crowd of people she doesn't notice me. I go to her. When she sees me approaching her, she beams in surprise.
She runs to me.
"Nai! you came. I missed you so much" She places her bags on the tile floor and pull me into a tight hug. She squeezes for god knows how long until I am barely able to breathe. I'm so joyful feeling her comforting embrace again.
"I missed you too" I murmur.
On our way to an airport cafe, I see her fumbling for something in the duffel bag. She pulls out something but I can't make out what it is because it is inside her palms.
She brings the item to my neck and I hear a faint click. It's a silver necklace with a trident pendant.
"It's lovely. Thank you."
She lightly blushes. "I saw it in the airport store in Hokkaido and I thought it would look good on you."
I'll treasure her gift to me. Anything she gives me is a piece of treasure. When she saw the necklace in that store, she thought of me and bought it.
"It really does look good on me. You have good taste" I compliment her.
"Thank you but there's one more surprise" she winks at me. I begin to wonder what she could mean but I don't really have a clue.
"Could it be another gift, perhaps?" I ask her.
"You'll find out soon enough."
I don't know what she means.
We both order lattes and cream bread at the cafe. In the taxi, she falls asleep on my lap.
xxx
That evening at home
She stares at me, wide eyed as ever. We're in the living room.
"I see them looking at us, eyes flicking from you to me." I smile. "Always you... first. Then me... as if they're wondering how I got to be so lucky."
The blush begins in her cheeks, spreading slowly as she loweres her eyes.
"I take it - them looking - and you, I'm sorry to admit, for granted."
Her eyes widen slightly. I shrug and step closer.
I lift the silk cream top, taking it over her arms, over her neck, and off.
I've tasted her, watched as she come completely undone... Again and again, her body squirming, helpless.
I feel her heartbeat quicken, and hear her breathing become rapid, yet shallow.
"I've been missing your touch for five days now. I was hungry but not so much for food- for you" she whispers.
I hear the soft whimper.
I look into cloudy eyes, already heavy, even as she remains still.
I unclasp her bra, letting it fall to her hands, and removes it. Her arms remain at her sides, fingers clasping the pockets of her jeans.
The blush spreads to her neck, having already turn her face a light shade of embarrassed. Like always.
Her breasts are a thing (or is it things?) of beauty. Standing tall on her chest, their pointy tips a subtle shade of pink, they fit perfectly in my mouth. Other than a spot on her neck just below and behind her ears, her nipples are also a very sensitive spot. It's been so long now since I've found those treasures that I admit to taking them for granted.
Until, of course, we're in bed, naked, writhing, dueling, each of us trying to give the other one more thing more than the last, frantic time we make love.
Making love, at least to me, has a sweetness that, while it's present at every turn, we don't take into account the fullness, how completely at ease we are with each other, the abandon with which we give ourselves to each other.
My head is cluttered with this kind of crap, which serves no real purpose but to keep her there, in my every thought, filling my senses with the memory of her- it's probably my survival instinct for the week without her here.
I unclasp her slacks and let them fall. Her eyes plead with me, begging me to stop teasing and start... well, teasing.
I lean in and kiss her; a quick brush. She doesn't move her hands like she's under a spell or something.
We don't speak of it, but she's given me permission to be in control sometimes when we love.
Of course, when we do, and after I've had my fill of her, it's her turn to take what she wants from me...
I can call up everything about how she took me, pushed me through the erotic wringer of her ravaging., edging me, making me cry out in despair and want, squirming wildly on the bed... or the couch, or on the kitchen counter.
I shiver at the thought as my eyes take in her lean, curvy form. It's familiar, of course. Hour after hour spent exploring, mapping every crevice, each soft hill, every shivering inch of her..
I feel the familiar lump in my throat as I devour her with my eyes.
I look up and into hers. Her eyes call to me, begging me to start.
I smile. It's fun, so fabulous, that we communicate so clearly without needing to speak.
I push my hand between her legs, feeling the wetness that has formed - just from my gaze and the minimal amount of touching I've done... so far.
I lean in and kiss her again. This time I let the kiss linger.
She opens her mouth, offering herself to me.
My turn to whimper. I feel the smile as my tongue enters her; this dance is one that she knows drives me over the edge of control.
My fingers move to her head, digging deep into the dark purple waves of gorgeous that is her hair.
People always stare at her and I can't resist a smile. I don't blame them. Her bewitching beauty is able to put anyone under a spell. But I'm the only one who is allowed to feel her and touch her like this. They have no idea what that mess of gorgeous looks like, damp with effort, as her head flips from side to side as we love. As I destroy her Again.
Even as we kiss I push her panties off her hips. She wigglse to help gravity do its work.
As she stands naked before me, I begin to take my clothes off. I push out of my shoes as I lift my blouse from inside my slacks. As I do that, she unclasps my bra, letting it fall after its journey to my fingers.
Her fingers toy with my nipples. I don't push her hands away, letting her have your way with me.
I have big, puffy nipples, not the smooth peaks that top hers.
My breasts are losing their battle with gravity. It can't be helped.
Anyway... she finishes with me, both of us now naked.
Honestly, I never needed her to edge me. She's my erogenous zone. All five foot seven of her.
Her hand extends. Surprised, I look up into eyes that burn bright with desire.
I extend my hand, placing it in hers.
I think I'm about to be dinner... or is it dessert?
This is new! And I think I like it.
We walk from the living room to our bedroom.
"You can lie on your back. Don't move. I'll be right back."
Her voice is husky, thick, dark, lustful. I want to swoon but simply do as she asks. Was it a softly issued order? Or a hushed request.
My heart thuds wildly in my chest as my eyes follow her as she leaves the room.
I admit I don''t know what she's doing.
I feel my center pooling with moisture. This is what she does to me!
Who is she, this woman of mine?
This is new, so unlike her...us.
Stark naked, panting, trembling with desire, I lie here on our bed, gazing at the ceiling, a bit impatient.
I close my eyes to preserve the snapshot of Elma that my eyes took as she wandered away from me, both hips and tail swaying in that uniquely feminine way that she walks.
I squirm, wondering, eyes closed, what she was up to.
She enters the room with the red duffel bag and turns off the light. I hear the bag fall to the floor in an "oof".. I'm confused. What does the bag have inside? She turns on the lamp on the bedside table. It's a dim yellow light which enhances the erotic atmosphere.
I hear the zipper of the bag opening. I sit up in bed. She's kneeling on the floor with her hands in the bag. She catches me looking.
She shakes her head and gives me a disapproving look. She grabs what looks like a red blindfold from the bag and mounts me, tightly cupping my round cheeks with her right hand.
"Didn't I tell you to not move?" she asks, glaring at me. My heart is thudding in my chest from
mild fear and lots of anticipation.
"I'm sorry but you were taking a long time" I reply.
"Well I guess I'll have to punish you for peeking then" she says assertively.
Internally I am now a shivering wreck but I try not to show it.
She runs her free hand between my leg. "Someone's excited, yes?"
My mouth opens and nothing comes out but a pitiful, futile squeak.
Those eyes, those damnable, glorious, gleaming eyes burns with victory.
She lets go of my cheek and brings the blindfold to my eyes. It covers my eyes. I feel her tying it behind the back of my head. I can't see anything.
I feel her soft hair swath my face and I open my mouth and, greedily, take in her tongue, dueling with her, hungrily.
I don't feel her kissing me anymore. Instead I hear footsteps around the bed. I feel her take my left hand. She ties something (rope?) on my wrists. and then I think she connects it to the bed. She does the same for my right hand. I try moving my hand but I can't. I can't move my hands nor I can't see anything. What? She who gave me permission to lead is now leading? When did this happen?
"Don't try to fight it" I hear her say. It all makes wonderful sense now. This was a part of her second surprise for me. She must have bought these things after visiting a sex store in Hokkaido.
I feel her fingers slide between my breasts, hurrying over my tummy, past my pubic bone, into the scented swamp of my sex.
Involuntarily, my back arches to greet her as her fingers teases. I whimper into her mouth, begging, helpless with a desire so thick, so rich, so devastatingly scorching that I felt I might come apart from inside.
"My baby is burning up. Need something?" Childlike in its lilt.
As if to further inflame me, her mouth takes hold of a nipple, devouring me, teasing me, torturing me further.
I felt myself arch again, the rich burn of the fabulous desire that was her touch tearing me apart. As always. My body, not as thin as hers but not obese either, convulses in pleasure.
Waiting was a deliciously awaited torture, the ecstasy of the inevitable climax always yearns for, impatiently. .
I cry out when she pushes... how many damn fingers is it? Three I think. DAMN! She quickly pulls out. I need to reach orgasm desperately. I moan, begging for sweet release.
"What do you say, Nai? You want to orgasm don't you?"
"Ye-yesss please" I whimper, nearly breathless.
"Now you're talking" her fingers enter me again and I feel like I'm on cloud 9 as she thrusts them in and out of my hot canal.
It came as if out of the blue... which is nonsense of course.
My body is frozen with the brilliant explosion that was my orgasm. The devil of it screamed its way through me, zooming, careening, from the far north to the southern tips of my toes, leaving me weak with bliss, hungry for more, and devastated when it finally slipped back into its hiding place.
I know she feels the walls of my pussy as they grip her, quivering, shuddering, much as the rest of me was, all the while bound to the bed and blindfolded.
Her mouth moves from peak to peak, devouring me, bathing me with her tongue.
Her free hand caresses my heated, quivering skin, hot to the touch on my fire ravaged form.
As I gulp, desperate for much needed fresh oxygen, I feel her head between my breasts, lying gently as my chest rises and falls.
I wanted to reach for her, smooth my fingers through your hair, but I couldn't.
Eventually my heart slowed, as did my breathing, and I regained some semblance of control over my body.
"You play dirty" I say in a soft, raspy whisper, my voice still shockingly thick.
"Fufu surprise baby" I hear her lusty voice and I could feel her warm breath on my skin.
I feel her hand caress my scalp and forks through the thick black curly tresses of my medium-length hair.
Fingers teases a sore, wet nipple.
"We're not finished" she whispers in my ear, licking my earlobe. I moan softly in pleasure.
"Your moans are very cute" I hear her say over my soft panting. "I want to hear you moan for me more." I could feel a tingling sensation in my clit as she whispers these words in my ear.
I feel my eyes widen as I took in her surprise. Who knew she could be this dominant and kinky?
I'm so wet when I feel her large monster member pushes into me, without any pain. I've grown accustomed to it by now although it still hurts when it touches my cervix, which it does during intense intercourse. Her thrusts begin very slow and she picks up her pace. I moan everytime she eases out, but not fully and ram it back inside of me. She starts to penetrate me deeper and faster. I cry out from the combined pain and pleasure when she hits my cervix. Normally she would apologize but she doesn't say anything. I am her slave for today. Every inch of my body belonged to her. I am hers. She is mine.
She thrusts into me up one side of the street and down the other.
Floor by desperate floor, the elevator ride to the top and back was stupendous.
I might not be able to walk without a wince for a week, but oh gods- this is an unexpected treat.
"Truth is, I had been craving you while I was up there. I didn't know what to do with myself until I tried masturbating. It felt good to say the least but not as good as when the two of us make love" she says over the sound of her member pounding my wet pussy.
How long had she been planning this? Did her trip inspire this? The visit to the sex shop, I'm sure must have given her some ideas.
She moans. "I want to cum. Please cum with me too, Nai."
I say what I could barely make out over my uncontrollable panting "Okay" My voice came out in a strain.
I feel myself about to explode. Her member was throbbing in me wildly. I feel the splash of her hot cum drenching my insides. I cum too.
She doesn't stop and thrusts even more lustfully inside me. Her soft whimpers are very erotic. We continue going at it and I can't remember how many times I cum or she does.
I have no memory of being set free. It's all a dim fog.
I can only guess that she pulled the covers over us and untied me. I don't remember falling asleep either.
All I remember is waking up with a gasp of deep, burning pain from my sex when I jerked.
I smile, remembering. Well, remembering what I could.
The woman I love lay beside me, in soft repose, still dead to the world.
I could spend hours watching as my beauty sleeps.
Eventually she awakens. She sees me watching and smiles.
"Morning."
I lean in and my lips brush hers.
She giggles.
"Sore are we?"she asks, playfully blinking her eyes.
I bite her lip.
"You bitch!"
My turn to giggle.
"Go make breakfast. Bacon, coffee, and whatever else you want" she says and shuts her eyes.
I bring down the pillow on her side.
"Hey! You're not giving orders anymore."
"Fine" she says and climbs out of bed.
I make the batter for the pancakes and she prepares the bacon and eggs.
As I cook the pancakes on the stove, I feel her sneak up behind me. and her arms circle my lower tummy from behind. She rests her head against my back.