(Monday, July 23)

"Hey."
I looked up to see Date standing at my work station holding a file folder. I'd been working to kill all sexual feelings that might creep up on me after the weekend that we'd spent together. I'd been mostly successful, but it was harder with him standing close to me. We'd had an unspoken agreement to give each other lots of space over the last week. We'd barely spoken to each other and had always maintained maximum distance. Now my body was getting a little warm and tingly because he'd decided to break the rules. I frowned up at him. "What do you want?"
"I want to go home with you tonight," he said, keeping his voice low. I raised my eyebrows at him in shock and quickly searched the office. It was lunchtime. The only other person in the room was Kodama who was snoring with his head on his desk across the room.
"What are you talking about?" I hissed. "We completed our contract!"
He shrugged as if that didn't matter. "I want more of you."
"You said a weekend would be enough!"
"I was wrong. I need more time."
I frowned up at him, considering his offer. I definitely wouldn't mind having sex with him again. Even now my heart was thudding in my chest and I was growing hot. He was standing at a reasonable distance for talking to me at my desk, but it felt far too close. At this point maybe I needed to get him out of my system so we could go back to relating normally at work. "What are we talking about here? One more night?"
"One night isn't going to do it. I think we should leave it open-ended. We can put an end to it when it feels like it's time," he said.
"That's a really lax attitude. I can't agree to that. We'd need some sort of contract and defined parameters at least."
"I knew you would say that. I propose that we skip overtime tonight. We can leave separately and meet at this restaurant. It's near your apartment." He slipped a business card out of the folder that he was holding and sat it on my desk. "We can come to an agreement about 'the parameters' of our affair and then I'll take you home."
I looked at the business card. It indicated that he'd planned this ahead of time - looking up my address and visiting my neighborhood to select a restaurant. I had to give him credit for proper planning. I looked back up at him. "I suppose that it couldn't hurt. I never did get to rub your shirt."
He stared down at me for a moment. "What? This shirt?" He raised his eyebrows and moved his hand to rub his fingers slowly over his shirt just below his collarbone. My hands itched to do the same. Or to hit him.
"You bastard. Inciting arousal at work is against the rules."
"Then you should have been fired long ago," he said with a laugh and walked back to his desk.
Half an hour later I glanced up at his reflection in the mirror and saw that he had removed his suit jacket and was working in his shirtsleeves.
He was playing with fire.

(Later That Evening)

When I arrived at the restaurant, he was already there, sitting at a table with a beer in front of him.
"I'm not sure you should be drinking," I said as I sat down. "We have a contract to hammer out. You should keep your wits about you or I might take advantage of you."
"I'm here hoping that you will take advantage of me," he teased and then frowned when I lowered my eyebrows at him. "I'm only having one and I'm drinking it very slowly. I promise that I have my wits about me."
"Fine. I've been thinking of the sorts of things that we will need to discuss," I said. "Are we really just going to leave this thing open-ended?"
Date nodded, "I don't think anything else will work for me. There's just no predicting how long it will take me to get enough of you."
"It's unwise to have it vague like that. What happens if one of us wants to stop and the other one doesn't?" I asked.
"Hmm. We just need to be adults and allow it to end when it is time for it to end."
I nodded. At least this way we wouldn't have to keep tacking on more days. "How often are we going to get together? Did you have something in mind?"
"I guess every night is too much. How about...Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays carrying into Saturdays. We can have Sundays off, that's when you visit your brother and his family," he suggested.
I thought about it. "That's a lot of time. Meeting on weekdays might interfere with work - and every Saturday? What about your personal plans?"
He shook his head. "Right now, the most important thing to me is being inside of you. You've been distracting me for too long. I need to get past this so I can function and that includes at work. I figure that my productivity will go up relative to how often I get to see you."
After the last week of trying to crush my body's response to him at work, I could understand where he was coming from. "We can just keep an open mind about Saturdays. If one of us needs to make other plans, we can just give some advance warning."
"That sounds good to me. But I would like to have you for as much time as possible. So, say you wanted to hang out with your friends on a Saturday afternoon - we could still spend Friday night and Saturday morning together. Unless you see a problem with that?"
"No, I don't see a problem… We'll just be flexible about Saturdays and do what seems to work best for both of us," I said. "Should we make a schedule for where we meet? Maybe one week at your place and one week at mine?"
"Do you have a single bed?" When I nodded, he continued, "I think sex is better in a double bed. Maybe we should spend more time at my apartment."
"That doesn't seem fair. You have all of your stuff around you and I just feel like a guest. Maybe I'll invest in a larger bed."
"I've never seen your apartment. Will a bigger bed fit?" he asked.
"It will work if I rearrange some things. It seems like a good idea. I really do want to learn some more positions and a bigger bed will make that more feasible. I'll order a new bed tomorrow."
"I think that's a good idea. We're going to your place tonight, so we should finish the week there. It would be nice if you could have the bed delivered as soon as possible. And one more thing. You need to start calling me Jomei. Date just isn't acceptable anymore. We'll just have to be careful at work."
"I can do that and we should keep pretending like we don't get along at work, and we should each be responsible for stocking condoms at our own apartments."
"That sounds fair. Are we finished? Do you want this last slice of pizza? Are you ready to go?" His voice indicated that he was getting a little anxious.
"There's got to be more things for us to discuss," I replied. Searching my mind for anything we may have forgotten.
"Right. Why don't we just say that we can amend the contract as necessary?"
"That seems fair. Let's go then. I don't want you finishing early and cheating me out of my orgasm."

(Friday, July 27)

"We need to amend the contract," I said as I began chopping vegetables to make dinner.
"I knew this was coming," Jomei said with a sigh, displaying a bad attitude. He'd stripped off his clothes as soon as we'd entered my apartment even though we'd agreed to eat before getting to the sex. He was definitely a nudist. He was lounging around on my new double bed like being naked in someone else's home was totally normal.
"Sexting me constantly on our days off is not allowed," I said, turning around to narrow my eyes at him. He was always so casual about things.
"I think we may just need more days," he said, smiling back at me as if I were waving hello to him rather than glaring at him.
"We're having sex four days a week." I reminded him. "You can't go one day without the bits?"
"'The bits'?" he asked with a laugh. "And my body doesn't know anything about days and schedules. It just keeps asking where you are."
"If you can call your man part "the D", I can call my lady bits, "the bits". And you need to have more control over your body. This is not going to be some degenerate thing where we are humping like rabbits every day of the week."
"No animal analogies!" he yelled. "And I fail to see why adding more days would be a problem. We're adults. We can have sex as often as we like."
"We need to maintain our separate lives and take care of our personal responsibilities," I explained. "If I'm going to be having sex with you all day on Saturdays, then I need to get my cleaning and laundry done on weekday evenings. Which is really difficult when someone keeps interrupting me with texts about what he wants to do to my lady bits."
"You were supposed to be overwhelmed with desire and send me a text asking me to take a taxi over and fuck you all night."
"That sort of thing isn't in our contract."
"It should be. What are you cooking over there?" He sounded more suspicious than curious.
"It's my own recipe. It's a soup or stew or something."
"I think it's burning."
"Listen, Jomei. I know your mother had the time to make everything perfect for you when you were growing up, but the rest of us had to learn to suck it up and deal with what we got. This soup is fine."
"God. I really need to eat. I've got to get through tonight and all day tomorrow. I need to maintain my stamina. Where do you keep your delivery fliers?"
"It's a waste of money to order food when dinner is being prepared for you."
"If I don't get enough to eat I might pass out during the night. You're always telling me to push it in you really hard, do you know how much energy that takes?"
"Eat the soup. I'll get on top and do all the work."

(Saturday, August 4)

"I like your park. It's got a really nice path for running," I said as Jomei and I went for a run in the early morning. I had insisted that endless sex was not a substitute for actual exercise.
"It's better than your park. It has a lot more bushes for us to hide behind." He was craning his neck around as if he were trying to locate every single bush.
I sighed and said, "I've already made it clear to you that I will not be having sex with you behind a bush."
"I remember. But kissing behind a bush is good and maybe a little touching," he said in a suggestive voice.
"There are children in this park and senior citizens," I reminded him.
"I said 'behind the bush'. I'm not going to grope you where people can see us."
"And I'm not going to be arrested for public indecency just because you are a degenerate with zero self-control."
"First of all, I have plenty of self-control," he argued. "Loads of it. Except for when I'm around you. You are the catalyst of my destruction."
"What the hell? You've been reading too much manga."
"And second of all, even around you I have tons of self-control. I have never once bent you over your desk and fucked you, even though you've been crying out for it since the moment I first laid eyes on you."
"I don't recall crying out for anything like that," I snapped. "Don't try to shift the blame for your depraved sex fantasies onto me."
"Are you kidding me? This is all your fault. I have always been a mild mannered manager who maintained perfect boundaries with his employees. And then you showed up with your braids and destroyed everything."
"You're being overly dramatic."
"Overdramatic? I was plagued by sexual fantasies about you for months while you just calmly worked on invoices. I am a tortured soul and you won't even add one more day per week to our contract."
"I've been thinking that your suggestion to add Saturday night through Sunday morning probably wouldn't hurt. As long as I get my run in."
"Are you serious?" He grabbed me and pulled me behind a bush. "Time for some celebration kisses." I started to argue but he pulled me close and clamped his mouth down on mine before I could get a word out. His lips were firm and bold. I really liked it when he kissed me when he was especially happy. I could always feel his smile on his lips and his happiness in the way that he touched me with an excited energy. The feel of it distracted me for a few minutes, making me forget where we were as our tongues did a little dance together.
When I felt his fingertips sneak under my t-shirt and glide over my stomach, I quickly came to my senses and pushed him away. "What are you doing?!" I barked. "We're in public!"
"Your kisses made me forget everything," he said, his eyes were laughing. "Let's cut our run short. If we sprint back to my place it should be just as much exercise as if we jog slowly around the park. If you still don't feel like you've gotten enough exercise once we get there, I'll let you be on top."
I stared at him for a moment, contemplating the importance of following through with plans and setting the proper precedent, but in the end he just looked too tempting in his running shorts. "Okay," I agreed. "Let's get back as fast as we can."

When we arrived at his apartment - panting and sweaty from our run - I hurried to his desk and bent over it, pushing my butt out. "Mr. Date, help me!" I cried out, trying to contain my giggles. "I got my braid stuck in this pencil sharpener and I can't get it out!"
I could hear Jomei laughing as his footsteps came closer and I felt his hands settle on my behind. "You're in luck, Miss Sera, I've been specifically trained on just this sort of workplace safety hazard. If you can remain calm, I should be able to wiggle your braid out of there and we won't have to call the fire department."
"Yes Sir, Mr. Date! I'll do my best to remain calm. I wouldn't want to damage productivity by causing a disturbance."
"Your dedication to the company always impresses me, Miss Sera. Now hold still while I do a thorough investigation of the situation," he directed. He pulled my shorts and underwear off and began massaging my behind. I moaned and stretched out my spine, enjoying the feel of his warm hands on me. "It seems the situation is worse than I'd thought. This is going to take quite a bit of effort."
I gasped as I felt his lips and tongue descend on my buttcheeks. His lips pressed open mouthed kisses over my skin and his tongue licked and tasted while his fingers massaged over the tops of my thighs. Tingles and shivers went all over me. He was stimulating me so close to my lady part that it was making me throb and ache with need even faster than usual.
"Jomei, please," I moaned, begging for more. I could feel his teeth scraping gently against my skin and it was making my lady bits twinge painfully with need.
"I think you're forgetting yourself, Miss Sera," he said, his breath puffing over the layer of saliva that he'd coated my butt with, chilling my skin. I wriggled in response. I felt his thumbs slide between my legs and they began massaging my inner thighs. He was so close to my clit and my lady part, but so far away.
"Jomei!" I screeched. "What are you doing?! Touch my lady bits now!" I heard and felt him laughing quietly behind me. He moved a hand between my legs and rubbed lightly over my vulva, teasing me with his fingertips. Groaning loudly in frustration, I tried to push myself into his hand. He rose up, his mouth leaving my butt and his free hand pushing my t-shirt up my back. His tongue landed in the small of my back and began licking its way up my spine while his fingers delved deeper between my vulva, massaging through hot wet folds of skin.
"Touch my clit now!" I demanded, reaching back and swatting at the side of his body, at whatever I could reach. "And why are your clothes still on?! You need to get inside of me right away!"
Jomei sighed and muttered, "I suppose you would be just as demanding if I really fucked you at the office." He left my body and I looked back to see him taking his clothes off. I could see his man part standing up and ready to get inside of me. I sighed in anticipation and wiggled happily.

"Do it hard and fast," I said. "I want to feel you really deep inside of me."
"Yes, Akiko," he said. Guiding the tip of his part to my entrance, he began pushing himself slowly into me. I arched and pushed back towards him, pressing my tingling breasts into the desk and trying to get him as deep in me as possible. When he had seated himself firmly inside, he put his hands on my hips and pulled me back against him, shoving himself in a little further and making me moan with pleasure.
His hands kept pulling, moving me away from the desk so that he could reach around and touch my lady part. I felt his fingertips brush over my clit and squealed at the intense sexy feelings that it caused. With his fingers rubbing my clit, his other hand held my hip and he began thrusting himself in and out of me, quickly building to a fast rhythm of hard plunges.
Moaning and crying out, I was nearly overwhelmed by the way he was massaging my clit and thrusting into me. There was nothing that I could do with my upper body. I couldn't touch him or kiss him or press myself against him. I couldn't even get a good look at him. Instead I had to focus all of my attention on what he was doing inside and outside my lady bits. It was nearly overwhelming. My body tensed and strained around him, building quickly to an orgasm that had me crying out over and over, my voice echoing off the walls of his apartment.

As I lay moaning, my face on the cool surface of his desk, his fingers left my clit and his man part came to a stop deep inside of me. A moment later I felt his moist finger carefully rub over my butthole. I gasped in shock as my body reacted to his light touch. My butt clenched as if to ward him off and that made me clench around his man part. My nipples tightened and tingled. I held my breath, wondering what he was going to do next. "Akiko," he said, his voice quiet and gentle. His finger was circling my hole. It felt good - exciting and unexpectedly sexy. "I want to fuck you in the ass. Will you let me?"
I let out a sigh. My body was still at the tail end of my orgasm, his man part was still buried deeply inside of me and my mind was clouded by sexy feelings. In that condition, it was just so easy to forgo thinking and analyzing and just tell him yes.
"Okay," he said and leaned down to drop a few kisses on my shoulder. "Just stay right here for a sec."
I turned my head to watch him walk over to the nightstand and pull out a small bottle. When he came back to stand behind me, he rubbed his hand over my buttcheeks and said, "This is lube. It's going to feel a little cold." I felt my stomach twist a little with anxiety and I bit my lip as the cool wetness of the lube fell on my skin. I wished that I could see him and look into his eyes. I knew that it would make me feel more secure, but his hands and his voice were gentle and I knew that I could trust him. He was always paid attention to my feelings and he was always considerate.
"It could hurt or be uncomfortable," he said. "You might give it a minute to see if it starts to feel good. Any time you want to stop, just tell me and I will stop." I felt him press a fingertip to my hole and push past the natural resistance of my body and up inside of me. I held my breath and focused on his finger as he moved it gently inside of me. His movements seemed to be directly connected to my clit. With every caress of his finger, my little nub tingled and ached.
"How does this feel?" he asked, his free hand was caressing gently over my back. His finger inside of me felt strange and out of place, but good at the same time. It was making the sexy feelings all over my body wake back up. "I think I like it," I answered. "I think it feels good. I do want to try your man part in there."
"Okay," he said and took his finger out of me to reach for the bottle of lubricant. "Just remember to tell me to stop or slow down or whatever you need."
I felt the tip of his man part at the entrance to my butt and it felt so much bigger than his finger. His hand was on my buttcheek, pulling me open. He said, "Try to relax." I buried my face in my folded arms, blocking out the light of the room. I focused all of my attention on the feel of him pressing for entrance and then suddenly he was inside, slowly pushing forward to fill me.
I started moaning and gasping. It was a challenge to process all of the feelings that were filling me. It did hurt a little, and my body was sending me signals that something was going wrong. But it also felt good. I could feel him filling me up more and more as he went deeper into my body. He felt so big and hard and hot and slippery wet. His hands moved to my waist, giving a little pull when he was deep inside of me to go just a little further in.
"Are you okay?" he asked. Moaning, I pushed myself back into him and said, "Yes. Please do it."
He began moving inside of me, starting with slow thrusts and increasing his speed until he was plunging quickly in and out of me. I was moaning and crying out. Each thrust pushed the sexy feeling inside of me higher and higher. I felt close to an orgasm but it was always just out of reach. My clit throbbed for attention, but his hands were holding me firmly at my waist. Finally, Jomei thrust himself deeply inside of me with a roar of satisfaction and I knew that he was orgasming. After a few moments that consisted of nothing but the two of us gasping and moaning, Jomei pulled out of me and I pushed myself up from the desk, feeling disoriented. "Come on," he said. "Let's get in the shower. I know you still need to get off."

After cleaning the pertinent areas, he pushed me into the corner of the shower and dropped to his knees to suck my clit between his lips and caress it over and over with his tongue. He plunged two fingers in and out of my lady bits while his tongue worked on my clit, bringing me quickly to the orgasm that I had been hanging on the edge of.
"Akiko," he said, kissing up my body and taking my mouth in a deep kiss, his arms holding me tightly to him. "You're amazing," he breathed in my ear when he finally drew himself away from my mouth. "Thank you for saying yes. I'm sorry that I asked you that in the heat of the moment. I know that you prefer to have things planned out and prepared in advance."
"Thank you," I replied, raining little kisses down his neck, feeling so close to him. "I might have said no if you'd asked me when my brain was fully functioning, or at least taken a very long time to think it over. But I liked it so much. I just really like having your man part inside of me."
He gave a little laugh. "Good, because my dick really likes to be inside of you."
We stepped out of the shower and he handed me a towel. "I'm going to run down to the convenience store and pick up a couple of bento boxes for lunch. I don't want to waste any time cooking. You just gave me an office roleplay and anal sex. The afternoon is going to be all about you. So you think about what you want while I'm gone."
He threw on a t-shirt and shorts and left the apartment with his hair still wet and uncombed. He turned to look at me before he walked out the door.
"Do not put any clothes on."

(Tuesday, August 14)

*Ding Ding*
I looked up from the requisition form that I was checking and glanced over at my phone. I knew that the text was from Jomei.

Jomei - Love the frog. Dying 2 kiss u tx -

I'd bought a little frog figurine on Sunday evening and slipped it onto his desk this morning.

Me - You're welcome. You can kiss me tomorrow night. -

Jomei - Lets meet 2nite plz! -

Me - Can't do. Benjiro's Bargain Basement is having a 50% off midnight sale. It's one day only. -

Jomei - Ur buying clothes? Lk 4 pale pink and light blue! Stay away from red! -

Me - I'm going to buy whatever's cheapest. -

Jomei - Ur killing me. Meet me in file room 4 kisses. My D is hard -

Me - No way. Keep it in your pants. Do not send me a dick pic. -

Jomei - I need 2 lick ur pussy til u call my name. Meet me in storage container 17 -

Me - You're dreaming. I'm turning my phone off. -

"I approve of your new outfit. It drives me crazy when you wear a skirt. I've been staring at you all day," Jomei said the following evening. We were lying on his bed panting and sweaty and sticky. He'd grabbed me as soon as I'd walked through his door. As usual on a workday, we hadn't even bothered to remove all of our clothes before he put his man part in me. My new skirt and underwear were lying on the floor. I was still wearing my cardigan and Jomei had half-unbuttoned my shirt to pop one of my breasts out of my bra.
He rubbed the edge of my cardigan between his thumb and fingers. "What in the hell is this made of?" he asked. "It feels like one of those plastic things that you scrub dishes with. It's like the worst kind of synthetic fabric."
"That's what makes it the best," I said as I sat up and began peeling the remainder of my clothes off. "It doesn't need dry cleaned and it's very durable. This fabric doesn't even fade, it'll last ten years."
"That kills something inside of me," he said with a little laugh as he finished removing his own clothes. "Maybe I've been misinterpreting my desire to rip your clothes off. Maybe I was just trying to save you from this fabric."
"You've wasted all this time having sex with me then, because I'm not giving up my clothes," I said as I snuggled up to his naked body.
"I don't want to take your clothes anyway. You wouldn't be you without them. Although, I might get more work done," he said, his hand stroking over my back. "What would you like for dinner? Chicken or fish?"
"Chicken, but I think I need an appetizer." I pushed myself away from his chest to look down into his eyes. "I'm going to put your man part in my mouth now."
"That sounds great," Jomei said. "I'm going to enjoy my man part being in your mouth."

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(Wednesday, August 22)

"Look what I got," I said, pulling a book off a shelf and taking a seat at my kitchen table.
Jomei came to stand next to me and took the book out of my hand. "The Joy of Sex? This thing looks ancient...it was published in 1972. Did you get this from your parents?" he asked in a shocked and accusing voice.
"You must be joking! Why would my parents have a sex book!?" I snapped. "I bought it at a used bookstore. I thought we could use it to try out some new positions." I was excited about the prospect, but Jomei was looking through the books skeptically.
"I don't know if your parents are the type of people to have a sex book or not. I'm still trying to figure out what sort of people would have raised you."
"What's that supposed to mean? My parents are great." I narrowed my eyes at him warningly, but he was focused on the book.
"Well, you are certainly unique. I often wonder if you are some kind of anomaly or maybe you're like your parents… Hmmm. This one looks interesting…"
I was staring up at him with a frown. "You think I'm an anomaly? What is that even supposed to mean?"
He blinked down at me as if he'd just realized what he had been saying. "You must know that you aren't like other people. You're a very special person. I think that's why I'm so attracted to you. I just want to learn more about you and figure you out."
"I don't even know how I'm supposed to feel about that. What is it that you are trying to figure out?"
"Well… I still don't understand why you were so oblivious to your own body," Jomei said. "You're a very intelligent person. It's strange that you didn't even know where your clit was."
I frowned at him and then looked away as I said, "Guys have never been interested in me. It just seemed better to keep that door closed so that I wouldn't really know what I was missing."
I felt his hand come to rest gently on my shoulder. "Hey," he said and twitched my shoulder to get me to look back up at him. "Thank you for letting me open that door. Now pick one of these positions and remember to always tell me if there is something that you want to do or try. I want to give you everything that you want."
I nodded and bit my lip. I wasn't sure that opening up to him had been the right thing to do, but sharing our bodies was causing us to become intimate in more ways than one. He was starting to feel like a friend, like a special secret friend that I could tell things to that I even hid from my real friends.

I flipped through the book and found the picture of the couple having sex lying on their sides with the man behind the woman. "This one," I said, pointing to the picture. Jomei pulled me from my seat and rubbed his thumbs softly over my cheeks. "That's a good choice," he said. "I want to try that one too."
He started kissing me, his lips and tongue moving slowly and gently over mine, licking and sucking and tasting. He stepped closer so that our bodies were touching and wrapped his arms around me to pull me into his warmth. Sliding my hands up between us, I buried my fingers in his hair and opened my mouth up to him. Our tongues met calmly and we explored and tasted each other without our usual desperate hurry or thoughtless abandon, taking our time to enjoy every moment.
Sliding my glasses off, he laid them on the table and dropped featherlight kisses on my eyelids. I could hear him breathing in my scent and feel that he was savoring being close me to. "Let's get these clothes off," he whispered and we moved to undress, our hands moving between our bodies as we each helped the other to expose our skin to the light.
I lay on the bed and he moved over me, unhurried, licking the curves of my breasts and drawing my nipple into his mouth to caress it with his tongue. "You're nipples are so perfect," he said as he trailed kisses to my other breast to give it the same treatment. "Always so perfect."
Arching into him, I moaned and gasped and called his name. My body was hot and sweaty and aching for him. I reveled in the weight of him lying between my thighs, his mouth and hands on me, building and building the sexy feelings of need in my lady bits. My hands never rested, my fingers were always questing to touch and feel more of him, pressing and tugging his damp skin.
He moved up to take my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue and lips asking for more and more, his hand cupping my face to hold me in place. "Are you ready?" he asked, gazing into my eyes. When I answered with a "yes", we moved into the position from the book. Jomei slid behind me and pressed his chest against my back. His hand moved to pull my leg up and guide his part to my lady bits and slowly push himself inside of me. I moaned as he filled me. It was strange not to have him in front of me, hovering over me and blocking out everything but him. Lying like this I felt open and exposed to the cool air. He was hot against my back, and hard inside of me and his face with buried in the crook of my neck, his mouth kissing and licking my sensitive skin.
He took my hand in his and guided it to my lady bits, pressing my fingers onto my clit and moving them so that I caressed myself. "Feel how hot and wet you are? How soft? I want you to touch yourself while I'm fucking you. Help me get you off." I explored around a little with my fingertips, feeling the softness that he was talking about and the swollen little nub of my clit. Touching it made my body twitch and jerk. Whimpering and moaning, I figured out how to touch myself so that it wasn't too much, finding the perfect pressure and rhythm to compliment the way that Jomei was moving inside of me.
His hand moved up and began to massage my breast, pinching and pulling my nipple. I was overwhelmed by the sensations of Jomei thrusting in and out of me, my own fingers rubbing my clit and his fingers on my nipple. I moaned again and again as everything in me focused on my lady bits and my muscles contracted around his man part. I cried out as an orgasm built up and then crashed over me with full force.
Jomei pulled me tightly to him and continued to his own climax while me body twitched and shivered. "Akiko," he said, his lips against my ear. "Roll over so that I can kiss you." I turned into his arms and he dropped gentle kisses on my mouth.
"I like that position, but it doesn't let me kiss you enough and I can't see your face," he said. "I like to see your face when I'm inside of you. I think we need a really big mirror."
"I am not buying a giant mirror so that you can watch us having sex, you pervert."
"A video then. Just one."
"Absolutely not."