Author Ian Fleming once wrote: Once is an Accident, Twice is a Coincidence, Three Times is a Pattern. So for now let's just call this coincidence and not come across as paranoid.
It had been about a month since my encounter in Tahoe. I'd made it a point to stop at as many sightseeing locations throughout California as I could. Eventually I'd strike out across the country, but for now, the Golden State was my playground.
From Tahoe, I headed west to spend a few days in San Francisco. After getting my fill of the glorious food on Fisherman's Wharf, and sampling some famous chocolates, I decided to hug the coast and check out the beaches. I stopped at Carmel by the Sea. Of course I had to at least stop at Pismo Beach. Then on to Santa Barbara and took the tour of Hearst Castle.
I hung out in Oxnard for a week to decide where to go next. L.A. was coming up and I could spend forever exploring everything there. But did I want to? I also wanted to visit the Queen Mary, and was thinking of hitting Palm Springs, before heading down to San Diego and the Mexican Border.
Settled. I'd spend some time in L.A. and Long Beach, then hit Palm Springs. I decided now would be a good time to give the B-Van a rest and get some maintenance done. So I dropped it off at the dealership and hopped the Gold Line metro ram into the Little Tokyo Arts district. I spent a few extra bucks getting a nice hotel room in the middle of the district. Close to all the good eateries.
Next I went down to one of the more popular Ramen shops in the area. The reviews say it's the best, but can be crowded. Well I was hungry and if it is that good, I'll wait. When I got there, the line wasn't all that long and it moved quick. It seems that people go in, order, eat and get out. No dallying around. Well that suited me as well. More time to explore the shops.
I have to admit, the food here is excellent. I was half way through my huge bowl of Ramen, when an attractive Japanese women walked in, carrying a tray with small items on it. I'm guessing, impulse buys for the tourist types. She was accompanied by a Japanese man, a bit taller than her, black slicked back hair and one of those movie villain, pencil thin mustaches.
They obviously noticed me looking, since they decided to approach me first. "Something for you sir?" the man asked. "A gift for the wife, perhaps?" he went on.
I held up my hand in a stop gesture. "Thank you, no." I said politely. "I'm not married." I gave him a cordial smile and "But thank you for your hard work." and I dropped a ten dollar bill into their tip cup. The man bowed slightly and pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to me.
[SPECIALTY SERVICE 24 HOURS] it read, and gave a phone number. [CALL FOR LIST AND RATES] then he bowed to me and they both moved on. I finished lunch, then headed out to explore the area. I spent about two hours at the Japanese American Heritage Museum, then browsed a bunch of shops around the plaza. Then back to my hotel. I'd order in tonight. I wasn't in the mood for a busy restaurant at dinner time.
I FoodDashed a Hoagie and Coke for dinner and watched some TV. When that got boring, I decided to call the number on the card I'd been given.
The man that answered had a cheesy Japanese Accent, like you'd hear in an old WWII Movie. But I played along. "Yes." I said. "I got your card from a gentleman at the Ramen Shop." Then his voice changed.
"Hey!" came the very American sounding accent. "I was wondering if you'd call or not."
I was slightly taken aback. "You expected me to?" I queried. Then it ht me. "Was I the only one you gave that card to today?"
"Right in One!" came the very West Coast reply. "Looking for some of our services?" he asked.
"I'm not sure what they are." I stated. "No list on the card." I went on, but he cut me off. He asked whee I was staying and I gave him the info.
"We're not far." he said in a hurry. "Be there in a few." and bid me 'see ya soon' and hung up.
About twenty minutes later, the lobby buzzed me, saying I had visitors. He described the Japanese Man and his companion, so I told them to let them up. Another five minutes and a knock on the door. I opened it to find the same couple standing out in the hall, minus the tray of nick-nacks. I motioned them to come in.
The two entered and removed their shoes, then moved into the main are. "I'm Hiro." the man introduced himself then pointed to the woman. "This is my sister, Yurie." I nodded to both and motioned for them to sit on the love seat while I took the chair across from them.
"So, you liked what you saw?" Hiro asked. The confused look on his face prompted him to go on. "Well, you were checking us out pretty hard when we walked into the shop." he finished.
Now I knew what 'Services' they offered. Well, if it wasn't gonna break me, I cold do worse than a hot Japanese guy. Unless he was offering her to me. I had to think on that. So I pressed a bit.
"Well." I began. "You are rather well put together, if I do say so." Hiro just grinned. "Though I must say, you are a bit taller than most Japanese men I've met."
"My sis an I take after our father's side." Hiro offered. "He was American, and Mom was Japanese."
"Well." I began. "Not to be rude, but I'm really not in the mood for what your sister might offer."
They looked at each other, then smiled and Yurie stood up, and lifted her Schoolgirl style skirt. I couldn't help but openly gasp at the bulge I saw in her underwear. "Newhalf?"
"Right in One." Hiro said, with that same upbeat voice he had on the phone. Then he adopted that odd accent he first answered with. "Two fo One, Okyakusama?"
"Well, Alright." I said. And they both began to strip. I stood slowly and dropped my clothes as well. All the while never taking my eyes off the two supposed siblings. Their father must have been a pretty big guy, from the size of the cocks that flopped out when they removed their bottoms. They were also most likely born here in the states. Both were circumcised.
For being trans, Yurie was very well proportioned, and surprisingly curvy. Breasts not too big or small, and long black hair that hung just below her shoulders. But it was her thick cock that drew my eyes. It was about five or six inches long with an oval glans. And it was beginning to swell as I stared at it.
She was definitely posing for me. Then I felt a warm wet tongue, along my ass crack, and long fingers lightly caressing my balls. My Cock sprang to life immediately and Yurie, gasped, then giggled. Ok I found that cute, and it made my cock throb even more.