Jada Ayano Pt 03 Shower Sex

SHOWER REUNION

Jada got off the plane in Bucharest wearing her favorite blue tie-dye minidress with beaded embroidery, accompanied by butterflies in her stomach. This was crazy. She was neglecting her whole life to frolic around Europe with a boy. Well, a man. A man almost old enough to be her father.

Ayano was waiting for her among the crowd, trying to hide his very pleased expression. This was the game they played sometimes; who was cooler, who was more aloof, casual, not feeling as deeply as the other. For once, he wasn't wearing anything dark or black. He had on an aqua linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and lightweight gray pants. Even his shoes were casual- some woven slip-ons.

As Jada got closer to him, she saw that he had a long stem rose in his hand. It was hard to say who lost this round of Who's Cooler. She ran to him, held him, and kissed him far more passionately than she would have liked to in public. People were watching, but she couldn't help it. He reciprocated just as enthusiastically. When they took a step back, he looked the happiest she had ever seen him. He handed her the rose.

"The rest are in our bedroom," he said in a low voice.

"I like the summer look," she commented, her face glowing from being smitten and embarrassed at the same time.

"You're here at the best time of the year. We'll go to the Black Sea this weekend. C'mon, let's go get your bags," he held her other hand as they walked to the baggage claim and then out to a waiting Daimler limousine. He signaled for whoever was driving to stay up front, held the door for Jada himself, and took care of her bags.

He got in and sat beside her. Now that they were in a slightly more private setting, pulling away from the airport, they could make out and grope to their hearts' content. He stopped himself as he caught himself caressing further along her thigh.

"Didn't you have a limousine with tinted windows?" she asked breathlessly.

"That would be an invitation to get pulled over," he grinned. "And no, I don't. We will just have to restrain ourselves for the next twenty minutes."

She pushed him back against the window and kissed his neck while her fingers zealously gripped and climbed his thigh, barely able to stop herself.

"

La naiba...

" he said, exhaling tensely. "I'm going to fuck you for a week when we get home," his words eeking out between his clenched teeth.

"I won't stop you," she said, relenting and resting her head on his chest. "I missed you so much, Ayano," she admitted, their hug absorbing the relief from her heartache.

"Me, too," he told her, playing with her hair affectionately. "How long do I have you for?" he asked.

"The only thing I really can't miss is Fashion Week, the second week of September. All of the beautiful people in the world come to New York and I have to make sure they buy art and tell everyone how avant-garde my gallery is."

"Operations here will be able to manage without me by then, certainly. Which reminds me, do you want to come to Monaco with me next weekend?"

"Monaco? Like, Princess Grace? Yes, of course! What for?"

"A group of Swiss bankers is hosting a special weekend event at some casino there. They pay for everything all weekend in the hopes that we will invest our money with them. I prefer to invest my money in Romania but the Swiss

are

very good with money... Anyway, it's a good chance to catch up with old friends and gamble. Stay at a fancy hotel for free."

"That sounds fabulous."

"It is. I'm so lucky to have a date that will make everybody so envious..." he said smoothly.

"Everybody? I don't think so..." she said modestly. "How are you going to introduce me?"

"As Jada Versailles," he said. He tried to look innocent, like he wasn't avoiding the task of naming their relationship.

"You don't want to tell everyone I'm your... paramour? That we're having a

liaison

?" she teased, kissing his chin through his prickly facial hair.

"No... But I can call you whatever you like in the bedroom," he said slyly, kissing her back on the lips. Jada decided to drop the subject, although she did not usually go out of her way for men that hadn't explicitly professed their intentions in the relationship.

Things were getting heated again by the time they pulled up to his place in a good-looking neighborhood of Bucharest. Ayano got out of the car first and had the driver that she didn't know take in the luggage. His house was in a densely populated downtown area but behind iron gates and set back a ways from the street. The streets were made of cobblestone with old-fashioned street lights every few feet. Within the gates, the stone exterior of the mansion had columns, archways, and magnificent ornamental details.

As Jada got out of the car, she was taking in the sights when Ayano whispered in her ear "I can't find the words to tell you how happy I am you're here."

"Maybe you can show me," she said, taking his hand. "Where's your shower? I want to wash the plane ride off me."

"The master bedroom is upstairs on the left," he told her as he opened the door for her. The first thing she saw was the grand spiral staircase. It was a light-colored wood in art deco style with matching parquet floors. Upstairs, his bedroom had mostly modern elements and a slightly darker feel to it. He had installed decorative copper pipes to border the bookshelves, which provided an interesting contrast to the grey paneling on the walls and the dark red curtains. The bathroom had a large, open shower with slate tiles all around.

"You like?" he asked.

"I like," she replied with a smile. "I'm going to get in..."

"I'll bring your bags," he called behind his shoulder.

Jada got undressed and started the shower. In a few moments, she heard Ayano return and put down her luggage. He cracked the door to the bathroom and watched her from the doorway. She smiled at him seductively as the hot water and soap streamed down her soft breasts and lean stomach. After she rinsed her long black hair, she locked eyes with him and let her fingers wander downward. There was no way she could delay gratification anymore. He had to want her. She spread open the perfectly waxed lips of her pussy, showing him the delicate pink interior. She leaned back against the slate wall, massaging herself and moaning gently. He excitedly stepped out of his shoes, took off his leather belt, and held her underneath the stream of the shower, soaking his clothes. One hand carefully held her cheek as he kissed her urgently while the other attentively explored her pussy.

Jada loved that he couldn't wait to undress to ravish her. It gave her a rush. She felt the heaviness of missing him that had been with her for days dissipate. Her body no longer had to crave him. She undid the buttons of his linen shirt and threw it aside. He lifted one of her legs up to rest on the edge of the bathtub and skillfully worked his fingers inside her one at a time. The feeling of tingling and throbbing crept up her stomach and percolated in her chest, making her feel weightless and drifting. The sound of her varying moans, sometimes in surprise or in helplessness or in appreciation, echoed throughout the bathroom. She loved that he was so gifted in the art of foreplay.

"Damn, you turn me on so much!" he moaned, sliding down to put his mouth on her clit while he carefully fucked her with his fingers.

The last few days were so difficult, and now here she was, in the steam and hot water with her lover-- she didn't have to be away from him again if she didn't want to. She let herself trust him to do what he pleased, crying out as softly as she could. She didn't want to be a screamer.

"Fuck, your sweet little pussy tastes so good..." he murmured, licking and worshipping her between her legs. Jada leaned against the slate walls of the shower and he put one of her feet up on his shoulder in order to spread her pussy wider. His tongue was releasing all the tension in her body. He could taste her cum and his fingers slid easily in and out of her pussy. Her cries echoed throughout the stone bathroom.

She gave in to an orgasm. He felt her contract and greedily tasted her as she came. He stood up to kiss her and she quickly took off his pants and boxers. She kissed down his chest, played with his sensitive pierced nipples, and dropped to her knees.

Ayano never let her down, his rock-hard cock ready to go. She kissed his cut abs, each kiss moving slowly and firmly down a treasure trail to his cock. She felt him breathe slowly in anticipation during her last tantalizing kiss right above his pubic hair. Her lips took care of his head and shaft slowly, drawing out each sensation as she added her tongue and her fingers. The physical acts of love only rarely meant very much to her in the past, especially blowjobs. But now they expressed her tender emotions so well in this moment. She used to just get them over with to satisfy her partner, but this was different. She knew she was making him feel so good and she loved it. She imagined that his voice expressed an appreciation and vulnerability she hadn't sensed before as he moaned.

"

Iubi

, I need to make love to you. You feel so good..."

Jada stood up, pressing their naked bodies together as she kissed him again. He turned her around to have the wall support her upper back. Then, he lifted one of her legs up high above his hip and held it there. She kissed him passionately as he put his throbbing cock into her pussy. Her hips were coming forward to meet his, giving him lots of room to grab and spank her ass. The slapping sound was magnified by their wet flesh and the acoustics of the room.

She had been balancing on one of her legs, but she wanted him even deeper inside of her. She stood on her tiptoes to have his dick rock her up against the wall even harder. He lifted both of her thighs up, carrying her weight with his muscular arms. Jada was impressed by how strong he was, being able to bounce her up and down while not even using the wall for support anymore. She clutched his shoulders and back.

"Use your nails," he grunted, letting her drop on to his cock before raising her again. She obliged him, clawing at his shoulder blades as she gently bit his neck. This seemed to do it for him. He leaned her upper back against the wall once more, pressing inward one more time. Their tongues tangled briefly until he cried out as he came inside her. She joined him in climax.

The carnal sounds they made, their flesh slapping against the other's, was everything they had been missing. Jada felt like the empty spaces at the core of her being could only be filled by Ayano. They held each other, their hearts beating rapidly and their chests rising and falling to take in more air. There were no words, only touch and sound would do in this moment. She didn't care what they did for the next few weeks so long as she could have him like this every day.

WHAT TO DO IN BUCHAREST

Ayano's house in downtown Bucharest had many people coming and going. Jada got reacquainted with Dumitru and Sergei, among others. It seemed that they were taking her repeated presence as an indicator to be friendlier and acknowledge her more. The way he was introduced, she could tell that a Greek guy around her age named Nikos was another key member of Ayano's company and circle of friends. He had dark blonde hair, some of it bleached blonder by the sun or possibly a hairdresser. It seemed that he was in the white collar division of Ayano's workforce, the only one who regularly wore a suit and talked about legitimate business all the time. He always seemed concerned around her, as if she were bad luck, a problem waiting to happen.

During the day, Ayano spent time at his office, the metallurgy lab, or on site at the mines themselves. Ayano had made his fortune in metallurgy, developing high tech applications for the metals from the mines he inherited in Northern Romania, which employed hundreds upon hundreds of men. Jada was told by several different employees that Ayano was a metallurgy genius, able to procure mixtures of metals that take years to perfect. While Ayano was at one of the mines again, Dumitru offered to show her around the markets and shops within walking distance.

"You can get pastries, coffee, fruit... there's a butcher shop down that way. That's the Metro stop, but it's not like the subway in New York City. It's slow and overcrowded. The traffic up here is a problem, too. One of us will drive you anywhere you need to go," he told her, strolling leisurely instead of zipping around for once.

"Do you ever go to New York?" she asked.

"Sure, all the time. I do a lot of the hardware application projects there. Here, I mostly do computer systems and all the permits and safety stuff. And the Răz-nevă, once a year. My girlfriend Antonija lives here so I try to get as much work as I can in Romania." He smiled modestly. She noticed he had a toothpick in the corner of his mouth. Was that supposed to make him look more gangster?

"Oh, how long have you been together?" she asked him. She was glad he was the one to take her around the city. Sergei wasn't exactly the kind of guy she could have a heart-to-heart with and Nikos couldn't even make eye contact with her.

"Two years now. She works at a nice department store. If you want to look at art galleries and go shopping, she can take you around," he said as they circled back and headed to the house again.

"I'd like that. I have to find things to do while Ayano's at work. I'm here for the rest of the summer."

"Well, on the weekends we usually all head out to different resorts along the Black Sea coast. Ayano rents out villas or a couple rooms at a hotel. You'll love it, it's a lot of fun," he told her.

"So, you all work for him but you hang out all the time?" she asked.

"In Romania, all the business is really done in the bars. He's the boss, but he's kind of like the mayor or something I guess, or an uncle. He really likes you, you know," he added.

"I really like him. Doesn't he bring women around all the time?"

"I'm sure there have been women, but you're the only one I can remember him introducing to everybody," he said, holding the front door open for her. She was tempted to ask about lots of information that hadn't been offered freely, but decided against it.

The next day, Antonija took Jada around the city to go shopping and show her where she could find the art galleries. She came by the house in the late morning. Her dress made her look like Posh Spice- sleeveless pink and skin-tight with shiny metallic gladiator sandals. Jada was at ease around her, mostly because she had a girl-next-door look and was slightly insecure. They looked at a map together at the kitchen table and made a plan for the day.

Dumitru was off on another job, so the guy that picked them up at the airport drove them. His name was Iosif and he spoke very little English, but he was gigantic. Jada really didn't expect to run into anything problematic, but she thought maybe Ayano was making a point to have her feel secure in an unfamiliar city.

"The first one is north, in Dorobanti neighborhood," Antonija told her in the car. Ayano had them take a classic Jaguar out. Jada knew nothing about cars, but she could tell this one was exceptionally expensive. It helped to explain Iosif's presence. "The neighborhood was built for rich people, and... how is it called, the building for ambassadors?"

"Embassy. Embassies," Jada told her.

"Yes. Embassies. And they called all the streets for different countries in the world. They used to call them for the richest man on that street. So, some Romanians don't like Dorobanti," she continued. "This gallery we go to, Anca, has only eight years."

"That's pretty good! My gallery in New York City isn't that old yet," Jada smiled.

"It only has eight years because of the Revolution. And this, I can't explain in English, I'm sorry!" Antonija said, looking a bit flustered.

"It's fine, don't worry. English is a mix of too many languages, it takes a long time to learn," Jada assured her.

"When have you learned?" she asked.

"I learned in Brazil when I was a kid. Sometimes, we sold things to tourists, me and my mom. They thought it was cute if I said a few things in English or sang a song. Then I went to an English-speaking high school in New York," Jada explained.

"You speak it so well. I can sell clothes and jewelry in English, but other things, not so much..." she went on, fidgeting with her bracelet. The trip only took a few more minutes. Jada tried to put Antonija more at ease, but it didn't seem to be working.

When they arrived, Iosif opened the car door for them and then stayed outside to guard the Jaguar as he smoked. Two women in blazers and muted colors greeted them right away. Antonija chatted with them quickly in Romanian. All Jada could pick up was "Ilanescu" but she was listening, always listening, in hopes of picking up enough Romanian to prove Ayano wrong about it being too difficult for her. Once Antonija mentioned Ayano's last name, the women nodded and smiled even wider. The older of the two saleswomen showed Jada around while the younger one offered Antonija something to drink. Jada looked around at the artwork, mostly paintings, and tried to listen to the saleswoman politely, but she spoke English with a very strong accent. Jada was looking for things that spoke to her mainly, but also some pieces she thought would be a good investment for Ayano's money.

After selecting several paintings at Anca, Jada asked Antonija about the payment.

"Ayano said they would bill him, but really, for that much money--" Jada started to ask.

"No, they know who he is. They will deliver it to the house and send the bill. And they know you're... well-off, so they are... comfortable. They know it will be fine," Antonija said, writing down some information in Romanian on the gallery's paperwork.

Well-off, she thought, there's an important euphemism to know in Antonija's line of work. Jada looked at her surroundings and had to laugh at herself. She was impossible to distinguish from a regular rich person. She felt proud of herself in that moment, fooling most everyone into thinking she may not have come from humble beginnings, that she may have lived a carefree existence.

By the offices in back, she noticed some framed photographs she hadn't seen before. They were black and white news photos- the plaque on the wall said that these photos had been censored by the government until recently. Some weren't too long ago. It looked like there were miners in a protest in a square somewhere in Bucharest. She asked another employee to come over and explain it. It was a young guy, probably an intern or someone's son.

"Ah, it's a long story. The short version: The government after communism fell was basically the same men in different suits so people rebelled. And someone got trainfuls of miners into the city-- hundreds of thousands-- to break up the protests. It was mostly students! Just young people who loved their country!" the guy explained. His English was great, why wasn't he helping them earlier?

"Why did they go help?" she asked.

"Well, it's complicated. The government gives them their jobs. Anyway, now the miners have a different organizer. They joined with other workers' unions here. They say they're making sure that political agendas don't harm the Romanian people. I'm not sure. There are a lot of foreign companies coming into Romania and taking our resources for their profit and the workers can't protect us from that," he went on.

"Where can I read--" Jada started to ask. They were interrupted by the older woman who worked there, shooing him away.

"I'm sorry it was rude for you," the woman said.

"He wasn't rude, it's fine--" Jada tried to tell her, but she was yelling at the young man in the corner in Romanian. It looked like she was telling him to take out his earring and disapproved of his ACDC T-shirt. Jada was sort of wondering when the mafia rumors about Ayano were going to be proven true or false. This just confused her.