I can’t seem to get Yumi out of mind. In fact, it sort of blows my mind that we have connected in manner we have. If I think about our lives, the likelihood of our paths ever crossing seems so remote. So many random variables had to align perfectly for us to meet. There is a guiding force present and something magical happening between us, I feel it. Yumi has called me “special”, but she is the special one. Yet, I still feel like I haven’t gotten behind her mask.
There is something awakening inside Yumi, and I want to handle her with care. In order to do this, I need to understand what I’m providing her. Is there a void in her life I am filling? How far does she want to go? Being a married woman, she has already crossed some lines with me. Should I continue trying to tempt and seduce her? That last question gives me the most pause. For better or worse, I seem to have sparked a flame within Yumi. Should I fan this flame or step away before she does something she might regret. Alternatively, should I add more fuel to her fire and create memories we will both cherish later in life?
I feel like I have been doing a good job managing the approach so far. Yumi appears to be enjoying herself and, as innocent as she may be, does share some ownership for how things have moved along between us. She knew what service I was looking for when she agreed to see me. Yumi even said she was worried she would never see me again if she declined my waxing request and didn’t want that to happen. She says I am crazy, but she does just enough to make me feel even more emblazoned. Yumi often reminds me I am the only man she sees for appointments and says I’m special to her. In terms of our naughtiness, well, things are moving along and getting hotter with each visit.
As much as enjoy these visits, it is hard to sustain meaningful conversation when I’m having hair ripped out. At the same time, Yumi is busy with the somewhat sensitive work at hand while going back and forth with wax and dipsticks. It’s not exactly a relaxing experience for either of us. I have been asking Yumi since my first visit to give me a massage, but she has always put me off. During my last visit, she finally admitted that she doesn’t know how to do it but would be willing to give it a try.
I waited patiently for three weeks to pass, and I am finally in Yumi’s spa laying naked on my back for my first massage. Given her familiarity with my body and perhaps her lack of experience, it never dawned on her to cover me in a sheet. I’m certainly not going to suggest it. She gives a cursory rub to my calves before moving up to my thighs. My cock is already hard and reaching up along my stomach. Just as I had hoped, Yumi moves impatiently for my cock and balls. Her eagerness excites me even more – she seems to want my manhood in her hands as much as I do. Yumi has my cock standing straight up and says with admiration (as if she had forgotten), “Wow! You sooo BIG!”
She definitely seems fascinated with my cock, and we have already reached the point it normally takes 45 minutes to get to. I’m really looking forward to rest of our time together and have a lot of questions for Yumi. However, I’m a little (overwhelmingly) distracted by how hot I am for her so my initial question veers far off script. I ask about the most pressing matter at hand – if she fantasizes about having me inside her? Yumi giggles as she looks admiringly at my cock, “Too big for me…you break me!”
Well now, that isn’t exactly a “no”. For the first time, I think sex might actually be a possibility. Her only concern is that I might stretch her tight little pussy. I realize sex is a stretch for today so I make a more reasonable request for a blow job. Yumi resists. “In my country we don’t do that until marriage.” I consider proposing on the spot. Oh right, she’s already married. I wonder if I will ever get to experience those plump cherry lips engulfing my swollen pink head.
I ask Yumi more questions about her marriage as she continues stroking my cock and massaging my balls. She gives me the impression her husband treats her like a domestic servant. On the rare occasion when they do have sex, it is a quickie and he cums after a few strokes. She can’t even recall the last time she had sex. I feel for her. She has such a good spirit and deserves to be treated better…to know the full pleasure of unfolding and blossoming as a sexual woman. This is certainly a void I can fill in her life.
Yumi’s responses provide insight into lingering questions around her limited sexual experience. I have flashes of how wide-eyed she had been with our first experiences as she watched me please myself and orgasm in front of her.
I find myself questioning all of my assumptions about her sexuality. I had sensed she might not know how to give a hand job or lacked confidence. Once I showed her, she has been incredible. I wonder, does she even know how to kiss sensually and with passion? Is that why she turned away from my kiss? Is she scared to give me a blow job because she doesn’t know how? Has she ever been truly fucked? Does she yearn for romantic love and passion in her life? She even called me her “good teacher” during our last appointment. She is certainly a good student. Maybe I can be this for her and more.
While I’m having these thoughts, Yumi is giving me a five-star hand job. In fact, I have to keep placing my hand on hers to stop her motion so I don’t cum. Given the amount of contact I have with my own cock, it is rare to find a woman that can stroke it better than I can. Yumi is that rare woman. I taught her what I liked and she is, indeed, an excellent student. I have stamina and control, but she breaks me down like never before and has me on edge so quickly. As soon as I set her hand free, I am instantly back on the edge of coming and have to stop her again. Of course, it is more than just her technique. It is everything about Yumi…she infuses my mind, heart, and body with such energy.
Calling Yumi’s attention to her hand that is working magic on my manhood, I ask if she does this for her husband? She has a scowl on her face and shakes her head no. She often mentions my size so I was curious about her husband. “Your husband is big?” She doesn’t answer but looks a little embarrassed. Maybe she feels embarrassed talking about her husband while stroking another man’s cock or talking about him or his endowment at all. I have often wondered if a woman feels a sense of pride in her man’s endowment. I ask again, “Is your husband big?” She finally answers, “No, he little compared to you”.
I reach down to my cock and point at the bottom of my head. “Your husband is here?”
She traces her finger about halfway down my shaft. “He here. That why I say you too big and break me.”
I’m still fighting off and edging my release by periodically stopping Yumi from pulling so exquisitely on my shaft. “You like my big cock?”
She smiles, “I do…very sexy and exciting.”
I set her hand free for a few strokes and stop her. “You fantasize about having me inside you?”
“Yes”, she says.
Wait, halt the presses! Yumi just admitted she fantasizes about having my cock inside her! Wow! This revelation sets my imagination in overdrive. It would be so damn amazing to have Yumi stripped down with legs spread wide on this very table while I do my very best to “break her”!
I immediately place my hand over Yumi’s to halt her motion. Knowing she fantasizes about fucking me has me sooo close to the edge! I gather my breathing and once again slowly release Yumi’s hand. She resumes pulling on my throbbing cock while massaging, cupping, and gently squeezing my large balls. My eyes are starting to drift…a dream-like haze is setting in. Traces of her wedding ring sliding up and down my manhood filter through.
Her husband is missing out…this beautiful goddess is so capable of bringing such ecstasy. My legs and stomach begin to twitch. The extended denial of my release has engaged and sensitized my entire body which is now shaking and contracting. I don’t want it end, but I’m about to cum and have lost all will to resist. Yumi’s grip on my cock and increasingly on my soul is intense…I erupt in long, slow, extended heavy pulses…I feel the weight of my hot seed on my stomach. Heavy and dense, more and more cum pulses out. Mmmm, yes! That may have vey well been the most intense orgasm of my life.
My eyes stop floating and slowly open as if awakening from a dream. Yumi is leaning in close. “Oh my god, you so sexy!” There is a hunger in her eyes that I haven’t seen before. Maybe it came from feeling my hard cock pulsing over and over in her hand as each creamy rope escaped…knowing she gave me that pleasure. Maybe it came from finally admitting she fantasizes about fucking me. Yumi kisses me on the temple and says, “Now you full.” I don’t understand. I’m thinking about how hard I just came and “empty” is the word that comes to mind.
She smiles and steps back to explain. “You hungry for woman when you come see me today but not when you leave. I feed you, and now you full.”
Yumi’s words ring truer than she even imagines. Physically and spiritually, she is fulfilling in every sense of the word. Our journey is taking on a new light.
Yumi – Chronology: Index and links to my erotic journey with Yumi.