As I went along with the walking tour, she kept catching my eye, shyly smiling and turning away. She was a beautiful Japanese woman, silky black hair to her shoulders, a knit silk tank top, and a knee high skirt, she appeared to be with three other people, two men and a woman. As I passed the place to head off to the restrooms, I see her coming my way. She gives me a look that wasn't so shy this time. As she passed by me towards the restrooms she said in broken English, "You come now," sounding like somewhere between a request and a demand. I followed. DUH.
She pulled me into a stall in the women's room, locked the door by wrapping her arms around me, and pressing her firm small breasts against me. She then sat down and furiously tugged and worked at opening my pants, I moved my hands in to help her efforts, and she quickly sat back pulling her hands away, and just stared at me. "You come now," she repeated, this time it was definitely a demand, and she motioned for me to jack off for her with a loosely closed fist and a little wrist movement.
I said to her, "You come now," and motioned for her to finger herself.
"No," then she smiled and pulled top down exposing sweet breasts, with dark nipples standing out like pencil erasers, she motioned to me again saying "Now". My hard on was pointing right at her, I could barely keep from stroking, but I said, "No," and played her game by telling her,"Now," and playing with my tip, bringing up a bubble of precum, and swirling it about. At this she obliged, probably more to hurry me up than get off.
She pulled up her skirt and pulled aside her already moisture stained satin panties to allow me a wonderful view, and access for her fingers to explore. Her scent filled my senses as I took her moistened hand and licked and sucked her fingers clean of her nectar as I stroked my dripping erection. Her flavor and scent on my lips and tongue in chorus with my fevered stroking drove me to an explosive to orgasm. As I started to blow, she quickly put her lips to my erupting penis as she fucked my mouth with her finger in unison with her own movements; she sought out my entire load not leaving a drop to waste. She stood up with her mouth dripping full with my cum, and kissed me deeply, sharing my load in our kiss, swirling her tongue around mine. I had never tasted cum before, it wasn't as bad as women always complain, it was sour-salty, and real slippery-gooey. We continued to make out like this until all was gone. Before we exit the stall she pulls out a card and writes a number on it, hands it to me as she tells me, "Eight O'crock," and slips out of the stall, and out of the restroom.
Eight O'crock