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Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" stories I read, I decided to write
some my own way. They are much longer than most, and have (I feel)
more character development than most other adult stories.

This story is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults. It
is based on both real life experiences and fantasy. Any
similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional. Only the
names have been changed to protect the involved parties.

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Okinawa

By Mushroom

Part I

It was late Saturday evening. I was walking in Okinawa City,
Japan. I had been here for just over a year, and loved being here.
My normal routine was to get into my car (a piece of shit '82
Toyota) and drive down here. I was stationed in the extreme
Northern area of the island, and there was absolutely nothing there.
Okinawa City was just outside of Kadena Airforce Base, and had a
very active night life.

I had gone to a couple of the normal clubs for me. Bamboo had
their banana show, where an older Japanese gal shoved a banana
inside her cunt, then pushed it out in little pieces. There was an
airhead that actually got down and ate them as they fell out. I
watched the show, killed my beer, and left.

I stopped at Club Paradise, and spent an hour playing with a
little Philippino. Most of the bar girls here were from there. I
was never sure if that was because either the local women willing to
do this were to ugly, or that they wanted more money. This one
looked like she was barely 18, and was only 4'9". I bought her a
drink, and spent about 30 minutes playing with her large titties
while she rubbed my cock under the table. She was just a "buy me
drinkee" girl, and was only trying to get more of my money. So
after I refused to give her more money, she left.

The "buy me drinkee" girls never put out, and would never get
you off. They would tease you, and let you grope them until your
wallet was empty. They would then move on, leaving you frustrated
and broke. There were a few that I knew of in smaller clubs that
would jack you off, but they were exceptions.

I was heading back to my car, and decided to take a different
route. I had walked about half way down a dark side street, when I
heard a whispered "Psssst" from the side of the road. I looked, and
saw the shape of a woman next to a darkened building. "Wanna suckie
fuckie?" she asked.

I realized that she was standing in the entrance to a darkened
bar. The place looked closed, but through the crack in the door, I
could see a light was on inside. I was curious, so I went over to
her. She was older, maybe 40 or so. But her body was pretty good.
When I got next to her, she grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the
bar.

Once in the door, she locked the door. The place was
definitely a bar at one time. It was long closed, and in disrepair.
The tables had a layer of dust on them, and the mirror behind the
stage was broken. The only thing on the stage was a mattress, and a
lamp with a dim bulb.

"You want fast brow-job, $10. You want fuckie-suckie, $20.
You want long-time, $30."

I took a closer look at her, and was definitely interested.
She looked like she had been a knockout in her younger days. 5'4",
and no more than 100 pounds. She had long black hair, and green
eyes. She had large breasts for a Japanese lady, and her nipples
were faintly visible under her blouse. She was wearing a knee
length skirt, and blue silk blouse.

I decided "What the hell". I had just been paid, and had
nothing better to do with my money. I pulled out $40 and handed it
to her. "Tell you what, that is all yours. Give me my money's
worth, and I will be back again."

Her face lit up at that. It did not look to be with greed, as
much as anticipation and gratitude. This was no average street
whore I decided. I was surprised when she made a counter offer.

"Tell you what. You give me another $10, I do it all night.
I'll even make you breakfast in the morning. It has been long time
since I've been with somebody as nice as you."

I thought about it, and decided "why not". I peeled off
another $20, and told her to keep it. I was not looking forward to
the 45 minute drive home, and was a little drunk. I occasionally
got a hotel room for the night, and that ran $35. For just a little
more than that, I would spend the night, have breakfast, and get my
rocks off.

She sat me at one of the tables (I noticed that one of them
was recently cleaned). She left, and came back with 2 bottles of
Budweiser. On the way back, she turned on a stereo. It was an old
dancing tape, but the music was relaxing. It also helped set the
mood. We both drank one of the beers, as we talked. Her name was
Itsuko, but asked me to call her Annie. We talked, mostly me
telling her my background.

We were sitting next to each other, our hips touching. I
placed my arm around her, and she rested against me. She rested her
hand on my knee, and made no attempts to grope me. This was
actually nice, more like a date than a session with a hooker.

After finishing our beers, she turned me towards her, and
kissed me. Now I normally did not kiss whores (for obvious
reasons), but did not resist her. There was something unusual and
different about her. We kissed for almost a half hour, holding each
other tightly as we did so. I moved down and kissed her neck, and
she gasped. She moaned something in Japanese, and it sounded like a
name. She then pushed me away, and started crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Here, take your money. I let you go
now. Keep money."

I was shaken, and found that I did not want to leave her. I
gently took her in my arms, and held her as she cried. After almost
20 minutes, she relaxed, and she told me what was wrong.

It seemed that the bar had belonged to her and her husband.
Before they were married, it was a strip club. But after their
marriage, he closed it, and tried to rent it out. There were
occasionally renters, but never for more than a year or so. They
lived in the apartment on the second floor.

She was 39, and had been married for almost 20 years. Her
husband got a job on the base as a carpenter after the club closed,
and they had been living comfortably since then. They had no
children, but were happy. Then 6 months ago, he died of a heart
attack. He did not believe in insurance, and now she was almost
broke. Desperate and hungry, she cleaned up part of the bar, and
decided to try selling herself. I was to have been her first
customer. She had never done anything like that before, and was now
ashamed.

The problem is that I had kissed her neck, the same way that
her husband had done when they made love. It was his name she had
called out. Her story got to me, and I could not bear to take the
money away from her. When I told her this, she cried all over
again.

"No, you take your money back. I've done nothing to deserve
it. You nice man, but you deserve young girl for your money. One
that make you feel good."

I assured her that I would be happy to simply sleep on the
mattress on the stage, and enjoy her breakfast in the morning in
exchange for the money. After our drinks, there was no way I could
have safely driven home. She agreed, and got us each another beer.

We chatted again as we drank, now feeling more comfortable
with each other. The money I gave her would pay for her electricity
bill. She was almost making her payments with her pension (she had
retired last year as a secretary) and her husband's pension. She
was looking for more work, but was rough because of her age and
experience.

Soon, I had her laughing again, my jokes making her feel at
ease again. I yawned, and told her that I was getting tired. She
left, and brought back a blanket for me to sleep with. She gave me
a warm hug of gratitude, and went back upstairs.

I got undressed, and climbed onto the mattress to sleep. I
fell asleep feeling good, knowing that I had helped Itsuko. I had
prevented her from prostituting herself, and comforted her.

I woke up with a jump, realizing that somebody was next to me.
I rolled over, and Itsuko was next to me on the bed. She was
wearing a white silk nightgown, which looked good on her.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I want to be with you tonight" was her answer.

"You don't have to do this" I told her. "The money is yours.
I do not expect anything else."

"You do not understand. I WANT to be with you tonight. I
have been lonely for 6 months. You the first to show me kindness
in all that time. I appreciate that, and want to thank you for
that. I am also a woman, and have needs and desires also. I have
not been with a man in over 6 months, and want to be with you.
Please, kiss me again like you did before."

I could not resist, and we started kissing again. I ran my
hands up and down her back, enjoying the feeling of the silk between
her skin and my hand. This time, she was the one to move away,
kissing my neck as she caressed my chest.

"Ohh, so big and strong" he whispered into my ear as she
caressed my chest. "And so much hair. I never been with a man with
so much hair before."

"How many men have you been with?" I asked, curious.

"Just one, my husband" was her response. I kissed her hard,
and dropped one hand farther down, rubbing her ass as we kissed.
She moved a hand down also, and grasped my cock. Her touch was
gentle, as she ran her hand up and down my length. It felt good,
and soon I had to pull back, gasping for breath as she manipulated
me.

She had a very soft hand, and knew how to make a man feel
good. Soon, I was gasping, enjoying the attention she was giving
me. She was kissing my neck as she stroked me. I slowly moved one
hand from her back to her front, caressing her breast.

Itsuko had small breasts. They were 34C. However, the
nipples were things of wonder. Her areola were probably the size of
half dollars, and the nipples were almost 1/2" long. They were a
little thicker than a pencil in diameter. She gasped and pressed
her chest to me as I gently caressed and squeezed her breast. The
nipples were still as hard as rocks, and I gently squeezed then
through her nightgown.

She looked like an angel in that nightgown. I was laying flat
on my back. She was laying over me. I felt a gentle pressure
against my hip. I realized that it was her crotch. She was gently
rocking against me, pressing against me, then relaxing. Then she
repeated the motion. It was slow and gentle, maybe rocking to and
from every 5 seconds or so.

I reached down, and stopped her hand. She pulled back, and
looked up at me. "Don't you like what I doing to you?" she asked.

"I love it, but you are getting me close."

"Ahhh, I understand" was her response.

She then simply held me. She occasionally ran her hand up and
down, but her grip on me was more gentle then passionate.

I continued to caress her breasts, and carefully started to
pull the nightgown up her body. I moved my other hand down, and
caressed her legs as I inched it up.

Itsuko moaned as I caressed the tops of her thighs. She was
wearing nothing under the nightgown, and I moved one hand to caress
her naked ass cheeks. Our kisses turned more passionate, and I
gently reversed our positions. I rolled her onto her back, as I
rolled onto my side, and slightly over her.

It was obvious that this girl was not a pro, but used to
making love in a particular way with one man. I had been married
for 5 years, getting my divorce 5 months before I came over to the
"Rock". After the divorce, I had wanted to get away for a while (my
ex was still living in the same town I was based). I requested a
transfer, and got it quickly. Okinawa had not been my first choice,
but it was not my last.

However, like most married couples, we fell into the rut of
normally making love the same way. Not that it was not enjoyable,
but it was a routine. Itsuko was making love to me the same way,
obviously the way her husband and her had made love.

This was different from the way the professionals had done it.
I've had sex with prostitutes before, from the U.S., and also from
Mexico, Panama, and Japan. They performed their act almost
mechanically, and trying for speed, not quality. They also normally
varied the way they moved their hands and mouths, looking for the
way that gave the most pleasure.

Itsuko did none of the usual moves. This was like she was
making love to me, not simply turning a trick. I found myself
wondering what would have happened if it had been somebody else that
had found her first. She obviously had nobody in the next room, to
protect her if the guy got rough, or refused to pay. However, the
wonderful feelings that she was giving me quickly pushed those
thoughts out of my mind.

I gently removed her nightgown, and gazed down at her body.
She was a very nice lady, and had a wonderful body. She was 6 years
older than me, but that was not such a problem. I had dated women 8
years younger than me. Her skin was like ivory. Lightly coloured,
and very soft and smooth. Her lips and nipples were darker, and
shone in the soft light. Her black hair was spread about her head
on the pillow, like a black halo.

We resumed kissing, and I started caressing her body. My hand
move up and down, starting at her neck, and moving down to her
thigh, then back up. A couple of times, I teased her inner thigh,
but did not move further. I lightly caressed the side of her chest,
grazing the outside of her breast. Soon, Itsuko as moaning into my
mouth, and tried to move her body to make my hand touch her more
intimately.

I had decided that this was a lady that I would make love to,
not simply have sex with. I moved down to her neck, kissing and
sucking on her soft flesh. She started to writhe under me, and
moaning something in Japanese. However, she did not mention her
late husband's name this time. She moaned mine instead. Then she
switched to English, and moaned "Please, you tease me no longer,
please."

I ignored her for the moment, moving my mouth down to her
chest. I licked and kissed her chest, moving slowly down between
her breasts. I kissed her breast bone, and she moaned. I started
kissing the underside of her breast, as I moved my hand up the
inside of her thigh. Finally, I gave her what she wanted. I moved
my mouth to the side, taking her right breast into my mouth. At the
same time, I cupped her pubic region in my hand.

She acted like I had shocked her with a cattle prod. Her body
tensed up, then she laid back, grasping my head in her hands. He
pussy was soaking wet. I played with her outer lips, teasing and
caressing them as I sucked on her nipple. I moved to her other
breast, doing the same to it. She moaned and gasped as I did so.

I easily found her clit, and started caressing it. It was
like I found her "on button". Within 2 minutes, she was having an
orgasm. "Oh, that feel so good! Please, don't stop. Don't..."
The remainder of her words degenerated into moans as I brought her
to another orgasm. Now I had my middle finger inside her, as I
strummed her clit with my thumb.

I believed her about not making love to anybody but her
husband, and decided to do something that I have always enjoyed. I
started kissing my way down her body. I licked her navel, causing
more shivers to run through her. I started to kiss her thigh, and
started to move up between her legs. Then she grasped my head in
her hands, and stopped me.

"No, not that. I am dirty down there."

I paused for a minute, confused. She smelled nice, having
obviously taken a bath after she had left me earlier in the evening.
Then I understood.

"Has you husband ever kissed you down there?" I asked.

"No, it is dirty. I bleed down there."

"Are you bleeding now?" I asked. She shyly shook her head
no, so I continued to kiss my way to her center.

She tried one last time with her hands to stop me, but I moved
them away. I extended my tongue, and licked her clit. After 30
seconds, she relaxed her grip on my head. A minute later, she was
playing with my hair, obviously enjoying what I was doing. Within 5
minutes, she was holding my head to her, loudly moaning "YES", as
she achieved another orgasm. I quickly brought her to a second
orgasm before I moved back up her body.

I let her relax, simply holding her as she regained her
breath. "That feel very good. I done that for my husband before,
but he never do it to me. Now I know why he like it so much."

"Did you do it to your husband very often?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, he like that very much. I like it also." she said to
me, turning to look at me. "I like to feel a penis in my hand, in
my mouth, and inside me. My husband was smaller than you. You are
both longer and thicker that he was."

She was again caressing my cock as she said this. She moved
down, kissing my chest and belly as she did so. She got down to my
groin, and kissed the upper part of my thigh, right next to my
balls. It was like magic, how good it felt. She was holding me
straight up now, moving her hand from the base all the way to the
tip. She gently licked the tip, licking up the fluids that were
leaking from me. Then she opened her mouth, and took half of my
length in one gulp.

She was very good. She moved her head up and down slowly,
taking most of the length into her mouth. The rest she held in her
small hand, gently squeezing. I am not huge, barely 7" long, and 3"
around. But I have seen some Japanese porn movies, and the men were
proportionately smaller in their genitals also.

She had me close to cumming in less than 4 minutes. "I am
about to cum" I moaned, giving her the chance to pull off if she so
wished. But she started to move her head faster, moaning around my
cock. That pushed me over the edge, and I spasmed in orgasm.

I had not had any sex in almost a week (I had not even
masturbated). I came in 7 or 8 large spurts, the most I had shot in
longer than I can remember. Itsuko swallowed everything I gave her,
then kept me in her mouth until I got hard again.

She crawled up my body, kissing me along the way. We kissed
with her on top of me for several minutes. I could taste my sperm
on her lips, and I was sure she could taste her secretions on mine.
She nibbled on my ear, then whispered into it "I want you inside me
now."

I rolled her onto her back, and slid between her legs. I
pressed my groin against hers, feeling her wetness against me. I
moved my hips around, teasing her with the head of my cock. She
would try to move so I would enter, but I would pull back again.
Finally, she pulled her mouth from mine and said "Don't tease me any
more. Please, I need you inside me. I want to feel you inside me."

I told her to put me in, and lifted my belly up from hers.
Her small hand moved down, and grasped me. She placed the head
against her opening, and pushed me into her. Itsuko actually purred
when I slowly slid into her. Once I was all the way in, I started
to kiss her, not moving an inch. She was incredibly tight, probably
because she had only made love to one other person, and he was
smaller then me.

"Oh, you make me so full. I never feel so full before." she
moaned into my ear.

I asked her if it hurt, but she shook her head no. "It hurt a
little at first, but no more. Now it only feel good. You make me
feel like a woman again."

I slowly, gently started to slip out of her, then back in. I
would pull about half way out, then all the way in. Itsuko kissed
me again, wrapping her arms around me and pulling my full weight
down. I thought I would crush her, but she whispered that she
wanted to feel crushed by me.

I started lengthening my thrusts, until i was only leaving the
head inside her. I would thrust that way a few times, then change
to short hard thrusts. I then felt a wonderful pair of legs wrap
themselves around me, clutching me to her.

"I knew you would be good. I wanted you to last long time.
That is why I do you with my mouth first. I want you to last long
time inside me."

I assured her that I would last as long as possible. When I
felt close, I would slow down, then stop. Once I felt I had control
again, I would start sliding again. Itsuko had incredible muscle
control, squeezing me when I was all the way in. She started to
gently bite my neck and moan, so I knew she was about to cum. A
minute later, we were kissing fiercely as she had her fifth orgasm
of the night. She came again, gripping my ass and making me thrust
harder.

I was close again, and stopped. "No, don't stop. I want you
to give me your seed. I want it inside me."

I thrust a few more times, then buried myself all the way into
her, filling her with my sperm. As I finished, she had another
orgasm, then relaxed. I laid on top of her for another 10 minutes,
kissing each other until I became soft, and slipped out of her.

I rolled off of her, and onto my back. Itsuko curled up
against my side, and we both fell asleep.

Okinawa
Part II

I awoke the next morning, alone in bed. I wondered for a
minute if it had all been a dream. Then I felt how sore my
testicles were. I had literally emptied myself, and was a little
sore. I could also see the hickeys on my chest, and feel the
scratches on my back. I inhaled deeply, smelling Itsuko's feminine
odor, which was very pleasant.

I was trying to decide what I should do, when she came back
into the room. She had not gotten dressed, and looked just as
beautiful in the light of day as she had the night before.

"You wait five minute. I making breakfast, and be right
back."

She scurried back out of the room, and I heard her climbing up
some stairs. I sat up, and waited. While I waited, I considered
things I could do to help her out. I knew that the money that I
gave her would not last long, and she would have to sell her body
again. I had only delayed the inevitable. I was still considering
options when she returned.

She was back in about 10 minutes, carrying two plates with
eggs and bacon. She also had 2 glasses of orange juice. She sat
down across from me, and sat the tray down.

Neither one of us talked, just looked at each other. I
decided to let her know how I felt, and moved next to her. She
stiffened up a bit when I started to kiss her, then relaxed and
melted into my arms. After 5 minutes, we parted, and started
eating.

The breakfast was excellent, and I ate all of it. We chatted,
and she started asking me questions about me. I told her about my
failed marriage, my catching my wife cheating on me. I told her
about my job in the Marines, and what I wanted to do with my life.

She told me about her looking for a job, finding it hard to
find one after not working for several years. Of the young girls
getting all of the jobs, and her getting turned down. One boss had
even made it clear, saying that if she screwed him, he would hire
her. She walked out.

Now she was reduced to prostitution, her choice being that or
starvation. She started to cry, and I held her. The money that I
gave her would only last for 2 weeks, then she would be broke again.
I decided to go ahead and make her a proposition.

"Tell you what. I hate living on base. If you let me, I will
pay you $500 a month to let me live down here in the club. I will
clean it up, and do any other light chores you want. I do not
expect anything else, just a place to live."

"Oh no, I could not do that! You do so much for me already, I
will find a way, I do not want you to give me so much for this."

I assured her that I wanted to do this, and that I had been
wanting to get a place in town for months. I also said that I did
not want to see her do that to herself. AIDS was a real threat for
a prostitute, and would end her life real fast. I did not say that
I was hoping that it would give me a chance to make love to her
again.

Finally, she agreed. "But you will not stay down here. If
you stay here, you stay up with me. Not down here where it is all
dirty."

I tried to tell her that that was not necessary, but she would
not have it any other way. I decided not to fight her on it (and I
did not want to). She collected up the dishes, and stood up.

"Good. Now that is settled. You come upstairs with me. I
show you around your new home."

We went out a door in the back, and up a flight of stairs. I
walked behind her, admiring the view. Her ass moved back and forth
in front of me, and I got an instant erection. I could not resist.
At the top of the stairs, I gently grabbed her waist.

I decided that this would be a test. If she refused, I would
know not to expect sex in the future. I would still rent from her,
but would only be a roommate.

I reached in front of her, and took the dishes from her.
These I set on the top step, and gently pushed her forward. She
bent at the waist, asking what I was doing. She moaned when I
stepped up behind her, and pressed the head of my cock against her
opening. Itsuko spread her legs slightly, and whispered "Hai" as I
slid into her.

I made love to her there, reaching forward to play with her
clit as I did so. Within minutes, she was shuddering in orgasm. I
held her up as she almost collapsed. I pulled out of her, then
helped her all the way inside. She kissed me once we got into the
apartment, then showed me around.

It was fairly large by local standards. It had 2 bedrooms,
the second being an office and sewing room. There was a combination
kitchen-dining room, and a living room. The bathroom had both a
"benjo", and a conventional toilet. It also had a large bathtub,
and a shower.

For an American, the benjo was a strange sight. It looks
like a round sink set into the floor. Unlike those of us in the US,
over here the toilets were "squatters", with the Japanese
considering it unclean to sit on a seat that others had used before
them. I had used them a few times when I needed to, and had gotten
decent at using them.

The bedroom had a queen size bed, which she pushed me down
onto. She straddled me, and slid herself down on top of me.

"I have been wanting this since last night. I understand that
you young, and want a young woman. All I ask is that until you find
her, you love me when you want."

I pulled her down on top of me, and kissed her deeply. After
an eternity, we separated. "Do not worry about me finding somebody
else any time soon. I would like nothing more than to live with
you, and to be with you. You are not all that old, and very
beautiful. If you allow me to make love to you, I will be happy.
But I will only ask for what you are willing to give."

She laid down on me and started crying again. I understood
her relief. She had gone from almost being a prostitute, to having
hope again. But that thought was shattered, and told me how I had
misunderstood her.

"Now I am only prostitute for one man, instead of many. Thank
you."

I quickly told her that was not true. I would take what she
was willing to give me, and nothing more. I would stop at any time,
and did not expect anything other that a place to stay. Anything
else came from each other as a gift, not as an obligation.

Now she shed real tears of relief. "I thank you. You are
very kind. However, I did not realize how much I missed this until
last night."

To emphasize what she said, she squeezed her inner muscles,
causing a wonderful feeling to pass through my body. We resumed
kissing, and she slowly started moving her hips up and down on top
of me. I reached down, caressing and squeezing her wonderful
buttocks.

We made love this way for almost an hour. It was slow and
gentle. We would pause, change positions, and continue. After 15
minutes with her on top, she rolled us onto our sides. We made love
this way, caressing each others bodies as we moved. Then I rolled
her onto her back, and she wrapped those wonderful legs around me
again.

Itsuko wrapped those taught appendages around me, squeezing me
in them on each in thrust. It was all I could do to hold off myself
when she reached a hard climax. After she relaxed, I pulled out,
and had her get on her hands and knees.

I moved behind her, and slid into her from behind. This time,
she told me to stay inside, and cum inside her. 5 minutes later, I
did as she asked. I lightly bit her neck as I shot off inside her.
She collapsed, and I rolled off of the top of her. As I laid on my
back, she moved down, taking me into her mouth. After she cleaned
up our combined juices, she moved back up, and we cuddled and
kissed.

The rest of the day passed, and we only got out of bed to eat
and to go to the bathroom. We also got ready for me to move in,
making room in the closet. We also made room in the office for my
computer, and arranged for a second phone line.

We fell asleep that night in the spoon position, with my cock
buried in her from behind. When I showed up at work the next
morning, I was tired, sore, and happy. He had Physical Training,
including a 5 mile run up the hills around Henoko-Village.

Afterwards, I went to take a shower. In the barracks, we have
a community shower. As soon as I walked in, my roommate whistled,
and said "Looks like somebody got real lucky this weekend. Is that
why you were gone?"

I looked, and noticed that there were hickeys and scratches
all over my body. I shook my head, and said "I did not realize that
they were that obvious."

"Wow, maybe you should give me her number. She looks like she
would be a wonderful fuck." He laughed at his own joke.

However, I was surprised at the sudden flash of anger I felt.
"You can go fuck yourself Wade! She is not that kind of girl!"

I immediately felt sorry, as he took a step away from me and
looked at me. "No, I guess she isn't. Sorry man, did not mean to
upset you. In fact, I am glad. I am tired of watching you mope
around the room."

We both laughed, and got dressed for our days duties. I
worked as a Maintenance Chief, pushing paperwork for the Logistics
section. I had spent 10 years in the infantry before this position
however, so I was now enjoying my turn at being a "pogue".

After I got off work, I filled up my car and drove to Okinawa
City. On the way there, I started wondering if Itsuko was serious,
and not just hustling me. I took the expressway, paying the extra
500 yen to save time. When I got there, I knocked on the door. I
was more than a little nervous.

Itsuko opened the door, then practically dragged me inside.
Once inside, she passionately kissed me, leaving me breathless.
Finally, we broke apart, and started moving my stuff upstairs. It
took almost an hour for me to get it inside, and set up.

Itsuko marveled at my computers. I own 3 of them, 2 desktop
systems and a laptop. I set the 2 desktop systems up in the office,
and showed her how to use them. I then placed my clothes in the
closet while she cooked dinner. It was fried rice and pork, and
delicious. She set up traditional silverware, but was surprised
when I pulled out a case from my jacket, and used my own chopsticks.
Having used them since I was a kid, I was almost as good as a native
in their use.

After dinner, we settled in the living room, playing Air
Supply on the CD and relaxing. We just cuddled and kissed, not
moving any farther than that. We did this for over 3 hours, just
talking and necking, enjoying being with each other.

Just before we went to bed, we had a glass of wine, and had a
dance to the music on the CD. It was almost like a date, and was
very enjoyable. She entered the bedroom first, and called me 5
minutes later. I entered, turning off the light and getting
undressed. I wore my normal bed clothes, which is simply my
underwear. I saw that she was wearing the same nightgown she had
worn 2 nights before. We kissed, and she moved her hand down to
grasp me.

"Itsuko, unless you want me to continue, I would like to sleep
tonight. I want to make love to you, but to say it simply, you took
all I had the last 2 days."

Itsuko laughed at that, And said she understood. We cuddled
and kissed some more, then drifted off to sleep, hold each other.

I was having a pleasant dream. In it, I was making love to a
beautiful lady. Then I slowly woke up, and found myself making love
to a beautiful lady. Itsuko was on top of me, slowly and gently
moving up and down on me.

I looked into her eyes, and she smiled down at me. "Sorry,
but I needed you to badly. I wake up, feeling empty. I hope you
not mad at me."

I assured her I was not, and pushed her back, so she was
sitting upright on me. She moved her legs, so she was squatting on
me, and continued to move up and down. I reached up, caressing her
breasts as she moved. She moved back down on top of me as her
orgasm approached.

I bent my head down, taking her breast into my mouth. This
was enough to push her over the edge, shuddering on top of me and
moaning my name. Afterwards, she laid on top of me until I grew
soft, and slipped out of her body. Then we curled up again, holding
each other. She said that I had not yet cum, but I told her it was
OK, and that as long as she was satisfied, I was happy.

The next couple of days were much the same. Waking up,
driving to work (something I had not done for several years), going
home, making love. On Thursday night, it was "Field Day" in the
barracks.

Field Day is a Marine Corps tradition. Once a week, there is
a major cleanup of all major areas. Since I still officially lived
in the barracks (only married couples with special permission can
live out in town), I had to participate. Wade told me to kick back
and relax. Since he was the one to mess up the room, he would clean
it up. I messed around on my laptop until the inspection. I
finally got out of there at 7pm, and headed home.

When I got there, Itsuko had dinner ready. After eating, we
went straight to bed, and made love for several hours, until he fell
asleep in a sweaty tangle.

I got up early the next morning, and climbed into the shower.
a few minutes later, Itsuko joined me in there. She knelt down,
and proceeded to wash my cock. After she was finished, I had
another erection. She looked up with a wicked smile, and proceeded
to take me in her mouth.

I played with her hair as she sucked me off. Once again, I
gave her a quiet moan telling her I was about to cum. This time,
she pulled me out, and jacked me off all over her face and breasts.
I sagged down, and sat on the floor of the tub. She joined me, and
we squirmed around for several minutes until I had to get dressed
and leave for work.

When I got to work, there were leave orders there waiting for
me. During the last week, I had forgotten that I had requested
leave the next month. 30 days at home, before starting the next 18
months of my deployment.

When I got home that night, I told Itsuko about my leave. She
cried, but understood my desire to go home. I paid her that night
for the next 2 months rent. I gave her $200 extra, and she tried to
refuse. I insisted she keep it, as a gift from me.

I had 2 weeks until I left. I made my phone calls, telling my
parents and my ex-wife that I was going to be back, and when. Lori
would be the problem in this trip.

Lori is my ex-wife. We got divorced 2 years before, because I
could no longer tolerate her affairs. Our marriage was happy, until
she had 3 miscarriages in a row. The last one was so bad, they had
to perform an emergency hysterectomy to save her life. It saved her
life, but left us permanently childless. 4 months later, she had
her first affair.

After 3 confrontations, the final straw came one night when I
had duty. I had to take somebody to the hospital out in town, and
took an extra 10 minutes to go home and see my wife. What I saw was
her in the living room, giving a blowjob to the 16 year old boy next
door. I simply walked out, and returned to work.

I did not come home for 3 days. She left many messages at
work, but I did not return them. When I finally came home, I told
her that I wanted a divorce, on the grounds of adultery. She tried
to talk me out of it, but I told her that she could not be trusted.
Added to the fact that I had seen her with a minor, it was the last
straw.

Lori's family was rich, and we reached a peaceful settlement.
I stayed in the house with her until the divorce was final, and she
would give me an allowance of $25,000 a year. This was to get me to
file for Un-reconcilable Differences, instead of Adultery and
Molestation.

So she was left to screw whoever she wanted, and I had enough
money to live comfortably. Whenever I was in town, I would visit
her parents (her mom understood, and they both still liked me), and
stay with her. We still had sex whenever I was in town, but I wore
a rubber now.

I told Itsuko about my relationship with my ex-wife, and she
said she would understand if I had sex with her. I started to
protest, but she would not hear it.

"We are not married, and I have no, no,......"

"No claim on me?" I added for her.

"Yes, no claim on you. You can do whatever you want. I know
that I will be happy again when you are back."

After dinner, we took a walk. We walked around B.C. Street,
which was a shopping district. I saw several guys I knew, and 1
that I worked with. I introduced Itsuko to each of them. She was
wearing a lovely ankle length green silk dress. She was also
wearing a little makeup, and looked like she was 29 instead of 39.
Each of the guys gave her appreciative looks. We had ice cream on
the Air Force Base, and ran into Wade.

Wade saw us first, and came up to us. I introduced them, and
we sat and talked for a bit. Wade invited us to go to a club in
Kin-Village, and we accepted. So we all climbed into Itsuko's car
(it was the nicest of all of ours), and headed North.

I had occasionally gone to this club, and it was normally
good. "Sergeant Pepper's" was the name of the place. It featured a
large painting on the outside of the Beatles from the "Let It Be"
album. We walked up the stairs, and settled in.

Sgt. Pepper's was a "Rock Bar". There was a large stereo
system inside, and they played songs while playing videos on a large
screen tv in the back. When we got in, Pink Floyd was blasting
through the stereo, and a baseball game was on the TV. Unlike most
Military bars in Kin, there were no "Buy Me Drinkee" girls here.
This was simply a place to go, drink, and listen to music.

There were a small handful of people here, and we stopped and
talked to several that we knew. Lieutenant Okino was there. I
would occasionally run into Lt. Okino when I was out in town. He
was about 26, and was Japanese-American. In town, he insisted
everybody call him Lee. Since I did not work for him (I drove him
about occasionally, but that was all), I did not have a problem with
that.

I introduced him to Itsuko, and there followed a conversation
in Japanese. Itsuko was pleasantly surprised, but switched back to
English, for Wade and me. Lee bought us the first round, and Itsuko
the second. After a few more, Wade said it was time for him to go
back to base. He had duty the next day, and had to get up early.
We left Lee, and continued north.

Itsuko by this time had insisted that I use "Itsu", which was
a shortened version of her name. Much like Mike is short for
Michael. I directed Itsu to drive into town, then had her park in
front of a small club. She was unsure of what to expect, but went
in with me anyway.

"Club Tokyo" was a more traditional Japanese bar. The main
entertainment was a Karaoke machine. There were 8 other patrons
inside, and I was the only non-Japanese inside. We sat at the bar,
and Tammy (I could not pronounce her real name, and she told me to
call her that) greeted us warmly. I was a regular, and she brought
me my usual first drink. She was pleased to meet Itsu, and they
chatted while she got our drinks. I had a soda, while Itsu had some
Orion, a local beer.

We watched while the customers took turns singing, and she
asked me how I found this club. I told her about my being here
years earlier, and a friend showing it to me. I liked it a lot, and
it was nice to meet the locals. Most bars that the Americans went
to were strip places, not like this at all. That was a traditional
Middle Class place, and Americans were rare.

The first few times here, I was greeted cautiously. Most
Americans simply poked their head inside, saw no strippers, and
left. After a week or so, I was slowly accepted. My eating sushi
helped, along with pitching in money for the karaoke machine (100
yen for each song) helped.

The real kicker was when I came back from SCUBA diving one
weekend. While I was out, I caught a medium sized octopus. Knowing
that it was popular, I brought it to the Bar with me. When I showed
it to Tammy, she almost flipped out. It took a few minutes to get
her to accept it. She promptly cut it up, and passed it out to
everybody, pointing to them who had brought it in. I was warmly
greeted by all of them, and was flooded with drinks. Tammy made up
a tab of those owed to me (I would have been in a coma if I drank
them all in one night). She also refused to take any money for 2
days from me.

It was later I found out that I had provided almost $80 worth
of octopus that night. It also established me as a regular, and I
was always welcome there afterwards. When I came back last year,
Tammy remembered, and re-introduced me to the old customers, and
introduced me to the new ones. I still stopped by at least once a
week, and whenever I wanted to get away from Americans for a while.

Itsu asked me to sing a song for her, so I sang "Yesterday" by
the Beatles. It was one of their two songs in English (the other
being "You Are My Sunshine"). When I asked her to sing, she asked
me what I liked. Tammy told her, and put on one of my favorites.
It had a catchy tune, and with a few exceptions, was in Japanese.
There were a few words of English mixed in,
"Black Cat" being the most common one.

The Japanese have a strange liking for English. Almost 1/2 of
their advertising was in English. American tv and movies were also
popular. After she sang the song, we had another drink, then Itso
excused herself for a moment. While she was gone, Tammy came up to
me.

"She's a good one. You be good and keep her. I no wanna see
you in here no more without her."

"Tammy, I only settled for her because you would not have an
affair with me" I said. That had been a long time joke between us.
Tammy was married, and I had joked for a long time that I would
steal her away from her husband.

She laughed, and gave me a quick hug. Itsu came back out, and
we left. On the way back South, Itsu directed me to pull off the
road, then to drive up a back road into the hills. We stopped along
a hillside, and she got out. She asked me to stay with the car, and
walked up to one of the large "Turtle Back" tombs. She clapped,
then prayed just outside of it. After a few minutes, she came back,
and we continued our drive.

She had a death grip on my hand, and told me that she had told
her late husband about us. That had been his family's tomb. Now
that she had told him about us, she could feel better. The rest of
the drive was spent in silence.

When we got home, she had me go in the bar area. I was
directed to sit down, and she closed the door before she went
upstairs. I got 2 beers from the refrigerator, and sat down to
wait. 10 minutes later, I heard the stereo start playing. Then the
stage lights came on. Then Itsu came out. I was amazed. The
nightie was much like the strippers wear on-stage. It was black,
and almost see-through. The first song, she just moved around. The
second one, she moved about more erotically, lowering her top about
half way through. The third song, she removed her nightie, dancing
in a pair of tiny black panties. The last half of the song was done
nude. When she was done, I clapped as she gathered up the clothes
and walked off the side of the stage.

She came back out, dressed in the nightie again. She stood
next to the table, and asked permission to sit down. I realized
that she was role-playing, and played along. I moved over, and she
sat down. I gave her the other beer, and we chatted while we drank.
She rested a hand on my thigh, moving it slowly up and down my leg.
Several times, she came amazingly close to my cock, but teasingly
moved her hand away. I had an arm across her shoulder. I moved the
hand down, gently cupping her breast in my hand. As I teased her
nipple, she moved her hand to my zipper, and pulled it down.

"You want, I make you feel real good." As she said this, she
pulled my cock from my pants. Itsu then started to stroke, causing
me to get a full erection. I tried to slide my hand into her
nightie, but she pulled it away. "No-no. You no touchie me, I only
touchie you. You want me to touchie you, $20."

She said this with an exaggerated accent, sounding like one of
the bar girls. I pulled $20 out of my wallet, and placed it on the
table. Itsu giggled, and said "O.K. G.I., now I make you feel real
good." She pulled out a bottle of baby oil, and made her hand
slippery. She then went to town, jerking me off with long, wet
strokes of her hand. She avoided the head, jerking up and
down the stalk. I laid back, enjoying the feeling she was giving
me. I tried to feel her breasts again, and again she moved my hand
away.

I pulled another $20 out and placed it on the table. "This is
yours, if you let me touch you" I moaned. Itsu seemed to consider
it for a minute, and agreed. When I lowered her nightie top, her
nipples were as hard as rocks. I caressed and rubbed them, and was
soon ready to cum.

"I'm about to cum, get ready to take my load" I said. Itsu
quickly bent down, taking the head into her mouth. I lost it at
that time, spurting into her talented mouth. After swallowing my
sperm, she wiped her mouth off with her clean hand, and sat back up.
I bent over to kiss her, but she pulled back.

"You no kissie me. You pay me good, but I no kissie my
customers. I only give hand job and suckie-suckie" she said, with a
pout on her lips. I laughed, and pulled her closer.

"Itsuko, you are wonderful. I loved what we just did, but now
I need you, not Annie. I want to feel Itsu in my arms, and Itsu's
lips on mine."

She melted into my arms with those words, kissing me
passionately. She wiped her hand and my cock with a towel, removing
most of the baby oil. I then picked her up, and carried her up the
stairs. She kissed and nibbled on my neck all the way up the
stairs.

When we got into the bedroom, I removed her clothes, and
started to caress her body as she stood there. I had her stand
still, quivering as I suckled on her breasts, and tenderly caressed
her clit. Soon, she was moaning, saying how much she wanted me. I
got undressed, instructing her not to move.

She shivered in anticipation, not knowing what I was going to
do to her, but enjoying it none the less. Once nude, I pulled her
to me, continuing our kisses. I then moved down her body, spending
a couple of minutes on each of her breasts before moving down. I
finally reached her groin, and bent my head down, licking her vulva.

Itsu groaned at that, hissing "Yes" between her teeth as she
pressed my head tighter into her with those small hands. I licked
back and forth, tasting her fluids. She was already soaking wet,
and she tasted wonderful. She moved her legs farther apart, giving
me easier access. I moved up, taking her clit in my mouth. She
shook at that, then started small movements with her hips, like she
was fucking my tongue.

Within 10 minutes, she had an orgasm. Afterwards, I moved my
head back, and kissed her belly. Itsu sagged to the ground, her
legs unable to support her any longer. I again picked her up, and
laid her on the bed. I climbed on top of her, and slowly slid into
her body.

We moved together like a well built machine. She was tight,
and wet, and felt marvelous. She wrapped her arms around me, and
whispered into my ear how good it felt. She would gently bite my
lobe as a wave of pleasure would run through her, then continue
whispering me. She then started using those inner muscles of hers.
I told her I was close, and she told me that she was also. I
started to spurt in her, and she had her own orgasm at the same
time. We rolled onto our sides, then promptly fell asleep.

Okinawa
Part III

The rest of the month passed much the same way. My flight
reservations were confirmed. Both my ex and my parents knew when I
was coming. The morning of the flight, Itsu drove me to the
airport. She cried when my flight was called for the last time, and
I had to leave. We shared a tender kiss, and I got onto the plane.
My last sight of her there was her looking out the lounge window as
we taxied out to the runway.

After we took off, I turned on the laptop, and played a game
for a while. I was in one of the new JAL 747's, with power
connectors in the seat. I was flying first class, since Lori was
paying for it. There were some advantages to staying friends with
your ex-wife. Especially if she is rich.

I shut off the laptop, and started thinking. 19 hour flights
are good for that. I considered my relationship with Itsuko, and
where it was going. I had recently realized that I was falling in
love with her. She was everything that I love in a woman. She was
intelligent, friendly, and had a great sense of humor. She also had
a wicked streak, like the night she seduced me acting like
a bar girl.

I fell asleep pondering these thoughts. I woke up when the
stewardess passed out our lunch, then slept again. The rest of the
flight passed the same way. When I arrived at Los Angeles
International for my connection, I called Lori to know I had made it
that far. I used a kiosk in the airport to leave E-Mail for Itsuko,
telling her the same thing.

I had taught Itsu how to use the Internet, and how to use E-
Mail. There were 2 letters waiting for me from her, and I sent my
two (a new one, and one I wrote on the plane) back to her. Then it
was time for the flight to North Carolina.

Lori met me at the gate, giving me one of her kisses that
always knocked my socks off. She had moved to Raleigh since I had
gone overseas. She drove me to her new house, and I had to admit
that it was nice. A 150 year old Antebellum Farmhouse, 5 bedrooms
and 5 acres of land. Her father had bought it for her, and she had
a bedroom set aside just for me.

"This will always be your room Mike" she told me. "You will
always be welcome to use it."

As she said that, she undid the buttons on my uniform shirt
from behind, and kissed my ear. "I bought that bed just for you,
and have been waiting for now to try it out."

I gently removed her hands, and turned to face her. "Lori, I
don't think I can do this. You see, I am seeing somebody now.
Somebody in Japan." The last reaction I expected was laughter.

"Oh, we both knew you would be like this!" she laughed.
"Itsuko and I both had you pegged. Don't worry, she knows that I am
going to seduce you, and she said for me to tell you to pretend that
I am Annie, whoever she it."

She then told me about Itsuko calling her the week before, and
telling her about us. She did not mention how we met, simply that
we were living together, and that it was OK for us to get it on.
"After all, she comes from a culture which says that a man can have
an affair with no problem, as long as it does not affect his
marriage" Lori said. The look on my face must have told her
something more.

She had me sit down on the bed, and removed my shoes. She
then stripped me down to my underwear, then left the room for a
second. When she returned, she was wearing the same white nightgown
she wore during our honeymoon. I do not think she meant anything by
that, it was simply the most conservative one she owned.

We both crawled under the covers, and talked. A long standing
tradition of our marriage was to discuss serious issues in bed. It
was hard to get to mad when you are holding the other person. Plus,
in case we did get into a fight, it was more convenient to make up.
I told her about Itsuko, even about how we met, and the month and a
half since then.

"That figures. That sounds just like you Mike. You care to
much sometimes. You are lucky she was not a real whore, instead of
almost being one. I agree though, that you did a good thing. The
fact that you are probably in love means that your good deed is
being repaid. I hope the best for both of you. Sometimes, I wish I
had not done the things I had done. I have been in therapy for the
last year, and have finally brought my problem under control. I
have not been with another man in 9 months, not counting light
petting that I have done on a few dates."

She said that with a twinkle in her eye, then continued. "I
was hoping to ask you something while you were here, but I am now
doubly sure that it would be in vain."

It took 10 minutes of prompting to get her to tell me what
that was. With tears welling up in her eyes, she finally told me.

"Mike, I was hoping that I could talk you into marrying me
again. I have missed you so much, and I now realized how much my
infidelity hurt you. After I lost the last baby, I no longer felt
like a woman. Somehow, I thought that fucking other guys would make
me feel like a woman again. But after it was over, I just felt
empty again. The shrink I have been seeing finally helped me get
straightened out. But now, I see that I am to late. You always
have been, and always will be a one woman man. And at that time, I
was not that woman."

I held her, and she finally settled down. I felt like shit,
causing her so much pain. She saw that, and comforted me. We both
rested for a bit, and woke up as the sun was setting.

I woke up, and opened my eyes to see Lori. It had been over a
year since I had seen her like that. She was still sleeping, so I
relaxed, enjoying looking at her. I realized that I still loved
her, but was no longer in love with her. After about 10 minutes,
she woke up. She smiled as she saw that I was looking at her, and
we silently embraced.

No words were exchanged. We kissed with all the passion we
shared years ago. Making love with Lori was always good. Soon, I
was kissing and gently biting her neck. My hand moved up and down
her body, feeling the contours that I had loved for so many years.
She returned the same, finding all of my secret places, only known
to a long time lover.

We spent 3 hours making love, slowly stripping each other. We
broke up briefly, as I reached for my trousers. Lori understood,
and told me to stop. "Don't worry hon, I have had a complete blood
test 6 months ago. I am completely clean, and have not been with
another man since months before then. I have no venereal disease,
nor do I have herpes or AIDS."

Ever since my catching her the last time with the kid, I had
worn a rubber when we had sex (I no longer considered it love).
Neither of us liked it, but both of us understood the reasons. This
told me that she really was serious about trying to get me back. I
knew she was a sex addict, and her giving it up for almost a year
must have been torture. The fact that she was good looking and
subject to constant attempts by men must have made it even harder.

I rolled back to her, then moved down her body. I had not
done this for her since we broke up, and was looking forward to it.
I gently teased her with my mouth, moving from her lovely chest
(36C) all the way down to her toes. I moved up and down each leg,
teasing her by pulling her pubic hairs with my teeth, then moving
back down her other leg. Finally, I stopped teasing her, and
reached out and licked her clit.

Lori had an explosive climax as soon as I touched her. I
slowly licked her clit, then increased the speed and pressure as she
came back down. I did this roller coaster ride with her for 10
minutes, bringing her through 5 orgasms. Finally, she pulled my
head away, saying that she was to sensitive for me to continue. I
moved up her wonderful body, and we held each other.

"Oh Mike, you are still the best lover that I have ever been
with. No other person can do that to me."

I climbed over her, and slid deeply into her. We slowly
screwed each other, her hands on my ass, gently moving me the way
she wanted. Finally, I was unable to hold off any longer, and came
inside her.

"Oh, that feels so nice." she sighed. "I love the feeling of
your cum inside me."

I looked at the clock, and said that we had to get going. We
shared a quick shower, and got dressed. We then drove to her
parent's house.

Ed and Nancy greeted me warmly. They still treated me like
one of the family. When we got married, they were so supportive,
helping us move into a new house and everything. We got the
financing on our own, and were unable to sell it during the divorce.
Ed solved the problem by buying it himself. He has the attitude
that you never sell property. That gave me some extra money, and
added to his value. A friend of mine was renting it at the moment.

Ed had even paid for a lawyer for me during the divorce. He
insisted on the lawyers, to make sure that neither of us got
screwed. Lori and I did not have a hateful divorce. I just could
not take her affairs any longer. That shows what kind of parents
she has.

We had an enjoyable dinner, and I told them about Japan. I
bought Nancy a silk Kimono, and Ed was happy to get the Kabuki
Theater masks. I did not mention Itsuko to them, but Lori must have
mentioned it to her mom. Nothing was said, but she looked a little
sadder. After dinner, Lori and I went back to her home, and settled
in for the night.

When we got into bed, she practically attacked me. "I have
been saving this for you for 9 months, and even if we are not going
to get back together, I want as much as I can get."

After saying that, she took me all the way into her throat.
She started giving me the best head I have ever received. I played
with her long blonde hair as she sucked me off. Every time I got
close, she eased off, making it last longer. Finally, I gently held
her head down, letting her know that I did not want her to stop this
time. She gently grasped my testicles as I came in her mouth. She
swallowed all of it, and did not come up until I was hard again.

I slid into her again, and she groaned as I reach bottom
inside of her. After several minutes, she pushed up on my chest,
and I got off of her. She quickly turned around, and got on her
hands and knees. Grinning, I knew what she wanted. I grasped her
hips, and slid back inside of her. Doggie style had always been one
of her favorite positions. This way, I would press all the way
inside of her. Plus it allowed me to fondle her tits and ass. I
reached around, and caressed her clit as I slowly slid in and out.
This had the desired effect, and she was soon bucking with another
orgasm. After she came back down, she reached back, and pulled me
out.

She grasped my cock, and carefully slid it up, then pressed it
back inside of her. It had been even longer since I had done this,
and remembered the last time. It was the night before our divorce
was finalized. We made love most of the night, knowing it would be
the last time as a married couple. The final time, she had wanted
this also. So once again, I was enjoying this act.

Once I was all the way in, Lori moaned "You are the only one
that I have allowed to do this to me. No matter what else, my ass
always belongs to you."

We both started laughing at that. But her laughter soon
turned to moans as I slipped in and out of her ass. We had first
tried anal sex right before we got married. I had brought home a
porno movie, and we watched it together. One scene showed a short
blonde girl getting it on with a tall black man. The final scene
had him pressing his long, fat cock into her asshole, then riding
her to a climax.

While making love afterwards, Lori left the room, then came
back, with a container of Vaseline she kept for chapped lips. She
had me grease her up, then she applied some of it to me. The first
time caused her some pain, and a little bleeding. But she enjoyed
it enough to want to do it again. After a few times, she got used
to it, and no longer had discomfort. After that, we would have anal
sex once a month or so.

We did it for 10 minutes, then I could not hold off any
longer. With a loud groan, I came inside of her. We collapsed on
the bed, and Lori thanked me for making love to her. She got up,
and came back with a wet washcloth. She gently washed my cock, not
stopping until it was clean. Then she took her normal "taste test"
to make sure I was clean, and crawled into bed. We gently made love
one more time, then fell asleep.

The next day, we drove down to Jacksonville, visiting old
friends, and enjoying dinner at the E-Club on base. Back in
Raleigh, we made love again. This time, we started in the living
room, and then moved to the bathroom, where we made love in her
large bathtub.

"Next time you come over, I will have them put in a hot tub"
Lori promised, as we snuggled together in bed. In the morning, we
made love one more time. This time, I surprised her. I pulled out
a pair of handcuffs, and cuffed her hands above her head to the bed
frame.

She always enjoyed this game, and today was no exception. I
teased her for over an hour, until she was crying for relief. I
then moved my head between her thighs, and she came explosively. I
thought she would break my neck when she clamped her legs on my head
and started thrashing around!

When she calmed down, I moved up and into her, without
removing the handcuffs. This time I really started teasing her. I
had cum so much the last 2 days, I was empty. So I decided to take
advantage of the situation.

I would fuck her until she was on the verge of an orgasm, then
slow down. Once she had half-way regained her senses, I would speed
up again. I did this over and over again, until she was begging me
to let her cum. I pretended not to hear her, and continued more of
the same. I would bend down, and lick and kiss the top, bottom, and
sides of her breasts. I would not touch her nipples at all. Then I
would move my hand down and play with the lips of her pussy, but
would not touch her clit. I decided to extract a promise from her.
She may not keep it, but it at least would get her thinking.

"Lori, is there anybody at work that you have been wanting to
get into bed?"

I had to ask her 4 times, until she answered. "Yes, his name
is Mark."

"Is he married, or seeing anybody else?"

"No, he is divorced like.. oh! Uhhh! Divorced like us."

I made her promise to ask him out for dinner after I left. "I
want you to be happy Lori. I still do, and will always care about
you. Even though we are no longer married, I want you to know that
I still love you..."

I had to stop talking there. That had been enough to push her
over the edge. Lori screamed as her orgasm finally overtook her.
Her legs were wrapped around my back, and she clung to me with them
as she thrust her groin against me. She continued to scream as she
had a multiple orgasm, having one orgasm after another. She finally
collapsed on the bed, covered with sweat. I was glad that her house
was so isolated, or else I was sure the police would be showing up.

I removed the handcuffs, and laid down next to her. I held
her to me as she fell back asleep. She woke up an hour later, and I
picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. I filled the tub,
and gently washed her off. She then returned the favor, washing me
clean.

Remembering Itsuko, I hooked up the laptop, and checked my e-
mail. I had 6 messages waiting, and left one for her. In the
message, I told her to wait on Internet Relay Chat for me. IRC is
like a giant CB, where people can type at each other in real-time.
I set my watch, then went back to bed.

Lori and I talked, and she said that she would ask Mark out.
I told her my concern, and that I was not sure what would be
happening in my future. I also told her about an idea that I had
been having, but was unsure of. She thought that it was a great
idea, and promised to give me some money to pull it off. I told her
that I did not want it, but she did not listen. "I want to help
both of you. I consider it an investment. If I help you, you will
help me. You already have helped me. You helped me relieve 9
months of sexual stress in a few days. I know that when I go back
to work tomorrow, I will be walking strange."

We both laughed at that. We talked a little more, and I
started caressing her breasts. I had always loved Lori's tits.
They were not quite as firm as they were when we first started
dating, but they were still wonderful. Quarter sized areola, which
were just a shade darker than the rest of her skin. The nipples
were small also, about the size of pencil erasers. Lori laid back
and closed her eyes, obviously enjoying what I was doing. Feeling a
little frisky now, I asked her if she was ready to pay me back for
what I had done with her body earlier.

I moved back up her body, straddling her chest. I slowly
moved my cock head to her mouth, and she took me in. She greedily
sucked me, and kept her eyes open and looking at me as she did so.
This was always something I enjoyed, looking into her eyes as we
made love. I reached behind me, and started teasing her nipples
again, lightly pinching them and rolling them between my fingers.
She closed her eyes, then re-opened them with a look of pleasure on
her face. I pulled my cock from her talented mouth, and slid down
her chest a little bit.

Lori pressed her tits together, allowing me to thrust my cock
in between them. Lubricated with her saliva, I slipped in and out
of her glorious cleavage. I reached down and tweaked her nipples as
I slid in and out, causing a small moan to escape her lips. After a
few minutes, I actually felt a load of sperm building up. I thrust
faster, telling her that I was about to cum.

"Oh yes, cum on my tits. cum on my chest. cum all over me
you tittie fucker!"

I pulled back, spurting my cum all over her tits and chest.
She rubbed my sperm into her skin, licking her fingers afterwards.
I moved down, and started sucking her clit. Within minutes, she was
shaking in her own orgasm. We finally fell asleep afterwards.

I woke up a few hours later when my alarm went off. I went to
the computer, and logged on. Itsuko was waiting for me there, and
we went immediately into a private chat. We talked for over 2
hours, and I told her that I had an idea I would tell her when I got
home. She did not like that, and begged me to tell her. But she
finally agreed to wait, telling me she would kill me if I did not
tell her as soon as we got home. Tired, I finally was able to say
goodbye, and went off to bed.

The next week passed much the same. We would have a quickie
in the morning, then Lori would go to work. I talked to Itsuko
almost every night in IRC. Lori had kept my truck for me while I
was overseas, so I had transportation. I drove around, buying some
gifts for Itsu, and checking some prices for other things. The day
before I left, I bought some electronics, and sent them to myself in
Okinawa. I also bought some toys for my computer, and took them
with me to my next stop.

Lori and I made love one last time the night before I left.
She told me that she had asked Mark out, and he accepted. It seems
that he had been attracted to her, but was afraid to ask her out. I
made her promise not to go to bed with him until I gave her
permission. I said that they could neck, and do some light petting
only after their third date. This was to help keep her
from slipping into her past habits. She agreed, saying that I had
satisfied her enough for the next year. With kisses and regrets,
she dropped me off at the airport for the next leg of my trip.

Okinawa
Part IV

In Los Angeles again, I had dinner with my parents, then
looked up some of my old friends. Two days later I borrowed a
friend's car and took a quick trip to Mexico. I wanted to buy
Itsuko a black leather jacket there, so I did a little shopping. I
stopped at several stores, looking at quality and comparing prices.
One place had a cute little sales girl. I was unsure what size
Itsuko would wear, and took a closer look at the salesgirl.

She was probably 18 or 19, and had a beautiful face and body.
A darker skinned Mexican girl, she had long black hair and brown
eyes. Her body looked almost exactly like that of Itsuko, and I
thought that she would make a good model for the jacket.

I asked her to try it on, saying that she was about the same
size as the friend I was buying it for. She asked me if I was sure
she was the same size, I said that by looking, she looked the same.
With a gleam in her eye, she asked if I had ever held that person in
her arms, I said yes. Nobody else was around, and she held her arms
out. I took her into my arms, holding her against me. I made a
show of being undecided, unsure if she was the same size or not. As
I did this, the girl gently blew into my ear. Feeling a little
naughty, I reached a hand up, cupping one of her breasts in my hand.
"Yes," I decided. "You are both the same size."

She whispered into my ear that her name was Blanca, and she
got off work at 6pm, and I said that I would be there. I bought the
jacket, and another one for myself. Before I left the store, I
asked her what size she wore, so I could use that as a guide to buy
more clothing. I admitted to myself that her body was almost
exactly like Itsuko's. Her breasts were a little larger, but not
much. I bought several more things around town, dropping most of
them off at the motel I was staying at. I bought 2 matching
dresses, both of them blue satin blouses with matching floral
skirts. I packed one in the suitcase, and set the other one on the
bed.

I got to the store at 5:45, and waited in the car. Blanca saw
me there, and gave me a big smile. There was a big Mexican looking
at me from inside the store. I entered the store, and she
introduced me to her father. He seemed friendly enough, and he said
to have a good night as we took off. The entire drive to my motel
room, she had her hand on my knee. She was a knockout in her
t-shirt and tight jeans, but I had other plans in mind for tonight.

She giggled when I pulled into the motel parking lot, but
followed me upstairs into my room. Once there, she turned to me and
kissed me passionately. After a few minutes, we broke apart to
catch our breaths. I pointed to the bed, saying that it was hers.
She gave me a puzzled look, then saw the dress.

She ran over to it, and picked it up, holding it against her
front. She said she loved it, and I asked her to put it on. She
looked at me, with a curious look. I said that I wanted to take her
out to dinner, and she would look better in that dress.

She agreed, and started stripping in front of me. I changed
my shirt, and put on a tie. I caught glimpses of her body as she
changed, liking what I saw. Once dressed, we went to a restaurant I
knew of on the beach.

We had a good dinner, then danced for a couple of hours.
During the slow dances, we clung to each other. I would bury my
face into her neck as she would play with my hair and lick my ear.
We took a walk, and each of us removed our shoes as we walked down
the beach.

We walked about 200 meters into the darkness, then she turned
to face me. We melted into each other, kissing passionately. She
moaned as I pressed my crotch into hers. I gently caressed her
breasts through the blouse, feeling how hard her nipples were. I
gently unbuttoned the three top buttons and slipped my hand into her
blouse, feeling her naked titties. Blanca gasped as I moved my head
down, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She held my head to
her chest, moaning how nice it felt. I licked and sucked her hard
little bud, and gently moved my hands down to cup her ass.

After 5 minutes, I straightened up, and kissed her on the lips
as I buttoned her blouse back up. I could now see her stiff nipples
poking through the material of her blouse. I took her hand, and we
walked back to the restaurant.

We got back into my car, and drove to my motel. All the way
back, Blanca caressed my erection through my slacks. She said that
she was happy, that no man had ever taken her to a nice restaurant
like that, or treated her so nicely before.

When we got to the motel, I had her sit in a chair and we
talked for a bit. I told her that I thought she was beautiful (she
was). I did not think that she had to be as easy as she seemed.

"The way you come on, you act like a slut. I would have
normally just looked at you, but not asked you out. The way you
came on, you acted like you were in heat. If you want to get a nice
guy like me, you should act more demurely. The types of guys you
would get then would be more likely to ask you out to dinner,
instead of a motel."

"But you do want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. But I want to fuck a lot of women, and I never
do. When I was growing up, I wanted to fuck Dolly Parton because of
her large breasts. But of course I never did. Act more patient,
and you will get more in the end. God, I am sounding like a
father!"

She got a tender look on her face, and said "Yes, you are.
But my father never said things like that. Maybe if he did, I would
not be such a slut."

We talked for several hours. She had probably slept with a
hundred men, starting when she was 14. She was now 19, and was
running out of men. None of the local guys would touch her, since
they were now looking for wives. Because of her reputation, nobody
would marry her. She was left with one night stands, mostly with
"Touristas", men like myself who were down for a day or two. She
never sold herself, always willing to give her charms away to
whatever man attracted her.

I told her about Lori's problem, and urged her to get help
herself. I opened my wallet, and handed her $500.

"You can do whatever you want with this. But please, use it
to get yourself some help. I want to see you in a better lifestyle
in a year or so." I gave her my address, and she gave me hers. I
promised to keep in touch, and got ready to take her home.

"You are not going to make love to me tonight?"

"No, if you are going to try and stop this behavior, tonight
would be a good time to start."

But she would not move. She sat there, and said "I am not
moving from this bed tonight. I will start tomorrow, but not
tonight. If I am going to go without, I will start tomorrow.
Tonight, I want you."

I decided to compromise. "I can not make love to you Blanca.
I already have a lady. If you want, we can sleep together, but no
sex. You need to change before you destroy yourself. I will not be
helping you if I then do it myself. Will simply sleeping and
holding each other be enough?"

She agreed, and we stripped and got into bed. We made out for
several hours. She kept trying to have me make love to her, but I
reminded her of her promise. I finally decided to help her a little
bit, and slowly slid one hand between her legs.

Her cunt was soaking wet. She was not kidding when she said
that she wanted me inside of her. I found her hard clit, and
stroked it until she had an orgasm. She moaned into my mouth when
she came, soaking my hand. I brought her off 2 more times, until
she was to sensitive for me to continue. She then used her hand to
bring me to a wonderful climax, spraying sperm all over my chest and
belly.

Blanca got a towel, and cleaned both of us up before we curled
up together again, and fell asleep.

I woke up slowly, after having an erotic dream. But when I
came to, it was a reality. Blanca was sitting on my hard cock,
slowly moving her pelvis up and down. I looked at where we were
joined, and saw that she had slipped a condom over me before
climbing on. I scolded her, but not to severely. I reminded myself
that it took Lori over 2 years to control her desires.

She said that she woke up hearing me saying something. She
could not make it out, "but it sounded like you were saying 'It's
Suko'." She saw my erection, and decided to make use of it.

"After all, I did not want it going to waste."

I explained that Itsuko was my girlfriend in Japan. She
continued to make love to me, sliding up and down on me. She said
that she had already had one orgasm, and was working on another. I
rolled her over onto her back, and started to work her over myself.
I asked her about the condom, and she told me that she always uses
them.

"I love life to much to die of AIDS."

We made love for 2 hours, and I filled 2 condoms with sperm.
I drove her to work in the morning, and said goodbye with a kiss.
She promised to get herself some help, and to keep in touch with me.
She wore the dress I gave her to work, showing how much she liked
it. Just before we parted, I took some pictures of her wearing the
dress.

The last week in LA, I spent with my parents. I bought some
CDs, and shipped them to Okinawa. I also got some more clothes, for
both myself and Itsuko.

One of the programs that I had bought was a drafting program.
I had done a little computer drafting a few years before, and it
took me a little bit to get back into doing it again. I messed
around, and got rather good again before I had to return to Japan.

On the trip back to Japan, I did some business plans and floor
plans on the laptop. I wanted to be prepared to move when I got
back. I would have just over a week of my leave left when I got
there, and wanted to make good use of it.

Okinawa
Part V

When I got back, Itsuko was waiting for me at the airport.
She cried when she saw me again, and we kissed passionately. After
claiming my bags, we drove to our place so I could take a shower and
change clothes.

We went out to a nice restaurant for dinner, and I told her my
idea. I had been keeping it from her for almost a month, and I knew
she was dying from curiosity.

"Itsu, I want to re-open the bar. I think that if we clean it
up, and give it some changes, it will be a hit."

She protested, saying that it would cost to much money. I
proposed being a silent partner, giving her the money to do it, if
she would run the place. Word getting out that I owned it could
ruin my career. She tried to refuse, saying that it would simply
cost to much. I finally stopped her, telling her something that she
did not know.

"Itsu, I am rich. I have almost $100,000 in the bank. I also
get an additional $25,000 a year in addition to my military pay. I
also have arranged to get an almost unlimited supply of money. The
other part will have to eventually be repaid, but that will be with
no interest."

I explained to her the terms of my divorce, and that my ex-
wife would give us whatever other money was needed. She asked what
kind of bar I had in mind, and she agreed. It would be like nothing
else on the island.

2 days later, we were flying to the Philippines. We made a
few contacts, and arranged for 10 girls to come over for 1 year to
work in the bar. They would arrive in 2 months, which meant that we
had to move fast. The girls understood what would be required for
them, and thought that it would be OK.

Once back on Okinawa, we started cleaning up the place. She
liked my plans, and we started tearing up the interior. Itsu made
the proper arrangements with inspectors and got the permits. I
talked to furniture makers, arranging for booths, tables, and a new
stage. I bought new mirrors on base, and also got glasses, and some
other supplies there. The boxes arrived that I had sent earlier,
and I set up the new stereo system. It was a truly professional
system, with a 10 channel mixer board, 5 speakers with a huge woofer
which I mounted under the stage. I installed lights both over and
under the stage. These were connected to both a sound activated
switch, and to a light mixer on the control panel.

The booths were all high backed. They had a partition almost
5' tall, which ensured privacy for whoever was inside. I also had a
hidden storage space inside each one. I had a small dance floor
installed, and had the bar re-surfaced.

I went to the bank, and had $1,000 in quarters with the
current year sent to me. I took those, and carefully placed them
all on the bar. Once it was covered, I placed a solid sheet of
plastic over them and secured it. This would both add to the looks,
and the uniqueness of it. The final arrangements was the rental of
the hotel next door.

It seems that when Itsuko's husband owned the bar, they had an
arrangement with the hotel owner. His bar girls stayed there, and
they split the money from any customers that took them upstairs for
more "personal attention". But the hotel closed after the bar did,
and had been vacant ever since.

The man's son now owned the building, and agreed to our
proposal. We renovated the top floor into private apartments for
the girls. The middle floor was to be renovated, and new furniture
installed in the rooms. We settled on a price, and an agreement was
made. We installed a private door between our places, connecting
the bar to the lobby of the hotel.

I returned to work, and told a few friends about the re-
opening of the bar. We decided to call it "Cheers", after the bar
on the tv show. The week before opening, the girls arrived, and we
explained to them what would be expected. The bar would be run more
like an American strip club than a Japanese one.

The girls would do 3 song sets. The first would be fully
clothed, maybe stripping to a bikini during the last half. The
second song, they could remove their top, showing the guys their
tits. It was only during the second half of the third song that
they would be allowed to fully strip.

When talking to the guys, they were free to spend as much time
with whoever they wanted, but spending no more than 30 minutes with
each guy unless they at least bought them a drink. And the "Buy-Me-
Drinkee" attitude was not to be allowed. The girls had to wait at
least 30 minutes before requesting another drink. They would be
free to either dance with the guys on the dance floor (several of
them liked this idea), or take them to one of the booths.

I showed them the secret compartment, which now contained
towels, condoms, and a bottle of baby oil. I explained what I would
allow and expect, and how much they should charge. Any money spent
for "favors" would be split 50%/50%.

These "favors" ranged from feeling each other up (free with a
drink bought), to a hand job ($10) or a blow job ($20). If a blow
job was to be given, a condom had to be worn. I stressed that no
sex would be allowed without one. All of them had been tested, and
were free of any disease. I also stressed that no drugs would be
allowed. Breaking either of those rules would result in being sent
home.

The girls spent the rest of the week practicing, getting
costumes (which I requested), and passing out fliers. I had several
thousand made up advertising the opening of the club, which would be
Friday night. One of the girls would work as a DJ (no pre-recorded
loop tapes for my club), and the rest would rotate from dancing,
serving drinks, and working the bar.

I was watching the girls practice one night, and Itsu was
sitting next to me. The girl on stage was 18, but looked like she
was 15. Small tits and ass, she shaved her pubic hair to add to the
effect. Itsu noticed my reaction, and started to kiss my neck.
During Martha's third dance, she showed us her naked pubis, to the
laughter of all the other girls in the place. Itsu opened my
pants, and pushed them off of me and to the floor. She said "We
have to try this out after all", and pulled a towel and the baby oil
out of the compartment. She oiled up her hand, and started to
stroke me off.

When the break in the song occurred, the air was filled with
the squishing sound of her giving me a hand job. I now had my hand
in her blouse, and was playing with her tits. Martha looked over at
us, and jumped off of the stage to come closer. She moved in next
to me, and watched Itsuko jacking me off.

Itsu saw her, and handed her the bottle. I looked over at
her, and she grinned back. "I think she need practice with this
also. I will share you with them for tonight only. You stay here,
I go upstairs. Have a good night." She kissed me, and left.

I looked over at Martha, and she had already oiled up her
hand. She gripped my cock, and started to jack me off with long,
firm strokes. She knew her business, and licked her lips as she
stroked me. I reached out, and started playing with her little
titties. I was about to cum when she squeezed the base of my cock.
She then grabbed my hand, and led me to the stage.

I now noticed that all of the girls were watching us, and in
various staged of undress. They all helped remove my clothes, and
laid me on my back. I was soon in a tangle of arms, legs, tits, and
pussies. One after the other, all of the girls sat on my cock for a
short ride. After 3 or 4 minutes, she would get up and be replaced
by another girl. I kept my other 2 hands busy feeling other girls
up while I kept my mouth busy kissing whatever mouth or tit was
pressed into my face.

I looked up, and noticed that Martha was sitting on me again.
I gently pushed several of the girls aside, and pulled her down onto
me. I grasped her ass, and started to really pound it into her. We
were kissing passionately as I came inside of her. She pulled back,
and a mouth took her place. What followed was a 4 hour orgy, and I
was left with a satisfied, but sore cock. One of them joked that
they would all be fired, for having unprotected sex. We all
laughed, and I told them I would forgive them this one time. I also
told them to get a good night sleep, that tomorrow would be busy.

I arranged to get off work early Friday, and was nervous as
hell when the doors opened. Over the next hour and a half, the
place quickly filled up. Soon, there were couples filling up the
booths. All of the girls had to bring their money to Itsuko at the
bar, which helped prevent cheating. 10% of their tips were placed
into a pool, and split evenly. This was to help prevent somebody
from getting no money on a slow night. There were locked boxes with
each of the girl's names on it. Each had 2 locks, with us having
the key to one, and each girl having the key to the other. Their
half (-10%) was placed in their own box while they watched. There
would be little or no cheating this way.

Martha took one of my friends that showed up and drug him to
the dance floor. Corporal Maxwell (I did not know his first name)
was about 6'5", which towered over her 5'2" frame. They enjoyed a
slow dance, then the two of them retired to one of the booths. I
would occasionally catch glimpses of them kissing, but it did not
look like they were doing anything else. He bought both of them
another drink, then left with a happy look on his face. That seemed
to be common throughout the night.

I saw 2 couples going to the hotel during the night, and each
was back within 45 minutes. At the end of the night, we were all
amazed at how much money had been made. Each girl had at least $200
in her box (no pun intended), and another $25 in her kitty (again,
no pun intended). It was agreed by all of the girls to give the
kitty to Nancy, who worked as the DJ. That gave her almost $265.
That became the normal procedure, that the girl working as DJ got
the 10% pot.

Our take for the night was over $2,100! After taking out the
overhead, that was almost $1,400 profit for the night. Itsu and I
made love that night, being turned on by the sights of the evening.

We woke up at noon, and took a long bath together. One thing
I enjoyed was the Japanese love of baths. There is nothing like
sitting in a hot tub of water with somebody you love. Afterwards,
we went down to open the bar.

We opened up at noon, with 5 of the girls there. During the
day, they split up the work. 5 girls would work from noon till 4
pm, then were off until 8pm. They then returned to work from 8pm
until closing, normally around 2am. The others worked from 4pm
until 2am, with a 1 hour break from 8pm till 9pm. This way, they
all had some time for themselves. Some of them used his time to
spend some private time with special customers (fucking them).
Others took a nap, or relaxed in their rooms.

During the first 4 hours, I took over as DJ. I introduced
each of the girls by name, and encouraged the guys to enjoy
themselves. I was in the booth when I saw one of my Lieutenants
walk in. I quickly turned off the light, so he could not see me.
He settled into a seat, and soon Martha approached him. She sat
next to him, and he bought her a drink.

One thing about the DJ booth was that you could see into all
of the booths clearly. This was designed that way, as a way to
check on the girls, and to watch out for them. Nancy many times let
me know if a customer got out of hand with one of the girls.

I watched them settle in, and he started feeling her tiny
titties. A few minutes later, I saw him hand her some more money,
and she got into the secret compartment. Out came the baby oil and
towel, and soon she was jacking him off. He continued feeling her
titties, and then I saw some more money change hands. Martha wiped
off his cock and her hands, then rolled a rubber onto him. I had to
stifle a laugh when I saw her head disappear under the table.

After 4 minutes, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
Then Martha came back into view, threw the rubber into the small
trash can at the table, and cleaned them off. He bought her another
drink, and they chatted until it was her turn to dance.

During her dance, Martha seemed to be giving him a special
show. She spent most of the time in front of him, licking her lips
and sticking her tongue out at him. Now Martha was one of my
nastiest dancers, and she got downright raw onstage sometimes. This
time was no exception.

She slid her right index finger into her pussy, then moved it
around for a few seconds. This got some of the guys cheering. Some
of those changed into moans when she removed it, and bent over to
stick that finger into the Lieutenant's mouth. He sucked on it for
a second, before she removed it, and finished her dance.

After Martha finished her dance, she walked by the booth on
her way back to the floor. I called her in, and asked her if she
was going to take a break. She giggled, and answered that she was.
"That guy, he has small pee-pee. But it is big round!" She made a
circle with her fingers, about 3" across. "I barely fit him in my
mouth." I squeezed her ass, and she giggled again and left.

She went to him, and they soon left for the passageway to the
hotel. I knew what he was in store for!

The girls tried to schedule their screwing customers for the
daytime, when things were slower. During the evening, they tried to
restrict it to hand-jobs, which are faster. They also tried for
blow-jobs, which are just as fast, but paid more.

About an hour later, I was watching another couple taking one
of the booths when Itsu entered the DJ booth.

She wrapped her arms around me, and held me from behind. I
wrapped my arms around hers as she held me, and kissed my neck. I
changed the next song, putting on a slow one instead of the one that
Julie requested. She gave us a dirty look, but on seeing the two of
us in there, smiled and resumed her dancing.

I took Itsu into my arms, and we enjoyed a slow dance
together. We kissed passionately during the second half of the
song. I broke from Itsuko in order to announce Mabel as the next
girl, and place her three songs on the CD players. Itso however,
was also busy.

She unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down to my ankles
along with my underwear. I turned around, and Itsu was on her knees
in front of me. She simply opened her mouth, and took me inside.
Julie stopped and looked into the booth. She giggled, then leaned
against the door frame to watch. Itsu broke away and looked at her
for a second, then smiled. She looked up into my eyes, and said "I
bet I make you cum before Mabel finished." She then went back
down on me.

It was a strange experie