Patience With A Japanese Princess
Well I was laying low after some back to back "relationships" or should I say "adventures" and decided to try the dating websites again.
But before I go too far let me inform any new readers a little background about me. After a long marriage ended I began searching for an honest relationship. I had a 3-year and 2-year relationship but then fell into a couple years of dating exclusively Asian women. My intent was to find a true love but now it seemed they were a series of one to six month flings.
As I was searching online I came across Midori's profile--we had gone out three times a year earlier but she had been burned in her second marriage and then by her first post divorce boyfriend so she was hot and cold on her attitude so I decided to move on. Our second date had some oral passion in the car and our third date was an odd three-hour roller coaster of a little passion and then guilt on her part. We followed with a few texts but there was too much indecision from her. I tried to hang in there but it was apparent she wanted to make me pay for the sins of her past relationships. We kept in touch off and on but I finally deleted her number.
Midori was fifty-five and looked forty. She could do a very cute look or a sexy look depending on her mood with long black hair and sweet smile. Her strength, from a physical point of view, was her body. She had this amazing body and nice breast enhancements. I never saw her with all of her clothes off but did suck on her perfect nipples and with her always wearing very short skirts rubbed her clit to an amazing orgasm once and then shared sucking on the two fingers that fucked her nice pussy--she tasted great. As stated she also went down on me and gave a great long sensual cock sucking and swallowed every drop. But alas we never went beyond that.
I said hello on the dating website and was very surprised that she responded and she was very happy to hear from me. She went on and on that she was glad that I reached out. She gave me her number and we spoke and texted a lot--almost to the point where I thought history was repeating itself because she was a little elusive and said she could not go out for a couple weeks until her daughter left for college. We finally agreed to meet at an Italian restaurant in Huntington Beach in north Orange County. Due to our history I would not have been surprised if she found an excuse to cancel at the last minute. I will be honest my goal was to lick that tasty pussy with my tongue and not off my finger as I did in the past so it kept me interested.
When the night of our date came I drove wondering if any chemistry would be present. Due to the horrible parking Midori was waiting at a semi-booth. When I walked towards her she was looking at her phone and I saw she looked even better than I remembered--my cock moved a little. When she saw me she sprang out of her seat and greeted me with a hug and a little kiss on the lips.
Our conversation flowed like we never missed a beat. Her Japanese accent was a complete turn on as in the past. She was dressed in a short skirt and formfitting top--she was showing off her body a little. We had a nice dinner and I suggested we take a walk, which she gladly accepted.
"First can we go to my car so I can change shoes," she said looking at her heels.
"That's a good idea."
At her car she leaned in for something and her beautiful ass was pointed right at me as she bent over. She had to know that I would be looking and she was right. My thoughts instantly went sexual. Her ass looked like it was primed for me to grab, caress or hump but I just enjoyed the view--I never saw what she was doing because her shoes were on the driver side.
We started our walk and she immediately grabbed my hand and smiled at me. I also remembered how much shorted she was without her heels and I loved it--about 5'1" and 105 pounds I estimated. During our walked we stopped many times and kissed. Midori was an amazing kisser. On the third kiss I pulled her hips into me a little and she sighed. On the next kiss I ran my hands up and down her taunt ass and lightly traced her panties and she smiled and then moaned into my mouth as I kissed her. The date ended with another passionate kiss.
We decided to see each other a couple nights later and due to the heat she wore fashionable shorts and another form fitting top and looked great. The day before she had mentioned that her older daughter had come to visit for the weekend so I did not get my hopes up of going to her place and my place was a mess due to doing a complete interior painting.
As with the previous date she was at the restaurant before me even though I was early.
After dinner we were planning on walking on the sand and just talk but I got a nice surprise.
"So Greg I am having such a great time and I really like walking with you and holding your hand."
"Me too Midori. By the way you look great as usual," I said all the while taking in the view of her body. She did not have the typical Japanese female ass--she actually had nice curves. Her legs were amazing and I saw a couple guys checking her out.
We kept walking and stopped a few times to share a kiss but I noticed she was looking deeper into my eyes and held me tight when we did. I could feel her passion. Actually the sexual tension was growing.
"Well I guess it's getting a little late," I said but not wanting to end the date.
"Maybe but it's not too late," she replied with a smile. "Greg can you give a drive home? I took an Uber here."
"Oh sure." I was surprised that she wanted me to seeing that her daughter was there.
We walked to the car and drove about ten minutes. I pulled up to her nice condo and I felt so close but so far in my effort to have her in bed but got surprised again.
"Would you like to come in?"
"I don't want to disturb your daughter or make her uncomfortable."
"She decided to go home because she is working earlier than normal tomorrow."
I just smiled and my cock filled with anticipation. My main desire was to lap her pussy up and hear her cum--anything else would be a bonus.
We entered the house and I felt I walked into a home in Japan--the décor was what I had seen many times in Japan. She had screens and Asian art, incense, a few amazing bonsai trees and big pillows. Her place had a minimalist and pleasing look to it. She didn't have to ask and I removed my shoes and she smiled that I knew what to do. I also saw a beautiful white piano.
"Please have a seat. I will be right back."
Midori was a concert pianist and also taught piano to serious students. I had asked her to play for me some time and was hoping to hear some now. I also wanted to place her on the white baby grand Yamaha and ravish her body.
After a few minutes Midori appeared in a red and black kimono. In short she looked amazing.
"So Mozart or Chopin?"
"Uhh. Either is fine." I wasn't too focused on the music anymore.
Midori looked at me and smiled knowing the affect of what I was looking at clouded my response.
"Sit and relax," as she lit a few candles and lowered some lights.
