Real story: My MILF Japanese teacher - Page 8

thor1981 · #**106** 29-03-2014, 02:45 AM

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Originally Posted by babyckh

Hot story, bro.

Waiting anxiously for the next chapter. Up u for sharing.

appreciate it, bro , tnx ..

Texas · #**107** 29-03-2014, 02:49 AM

Love it...keep it coming...

thor1981 · #**108** 29-03-2014, 03:22 AM

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The lift door opened at ground. A middle aged ang moh in office clothes was there. He was about to walk in but then stepped back to let us out.

I was standing with Yuko to my right, 5 bags of groceries at our feet. She was breathing.. panting.. a little heavily.

The ang moh looked a bit confused as we were in the lift, with our groceries (i.e. we were coming DOWN with grocery bags)

Mrs. Suzuki smiled politely. We were both silent.

AM (Ang Moh): Ah, Yuko-san! Konichiwa, Sorry I didn't recognise you.
Y: Hello, Roger-san. Please come in. We are going up. How are you?

He walked in, smiling.. She knew this guy! I quickly reached down and picked up her sunglasses, which had dropped off her head during our spit swapping. I noticed his smile accompanied a quick "once over" the goods called Mrs. Yuko Suzuki in tight 3/4 pants and sleeveless top.

The AM seemed nice enough and he politely replied

AM: Good thank you. Was just volunteering at the Children's Society today. Took a voluntary community leave day. (he was either Aussie or New Zealander, couldn't tell).
Y: Oh, that is so nice! I am also trying to make my days useful like that to help deserving people! (I was trying to stifle a grin)
AM: Is this your nephew?
Y: (She became a little flustered.. while I felt my own "little nephew" jump at the idea that I was just fingering Aunty's pussy) Oh, yes, hai, sorry, I mean, no Roger-san, he is a friend I am helping with a Japanese translation
M: Hello, nice to meet you
R: You too. Are you from Japan too?

Before I could answer, the elevator (maybe thankfully).. stopped at 12.

R: My stop, cheerio!

The door closed. The cool air from the lobby of 12 contrasted with the heavy, sexy heat inside the elevator. Thankfully Roger-san was outside so he couldn't pick up on the heat.

We smiled at each other. She smiled sheepishly, trying to stifle a grin...

Y: Michael-san, maybe... we just stop for today. My son and helper are home. We are only working together for your company. Hai?

I smiled. We got up to Yuko's floor about 5 seconds after 12, so I didn't feel the need to reply. Just take her groceries over to her door (I lifted them all, trying to pretend to be a bit macho (every little bit to keep her hot!))

I could tell the risque spit swapping session had turned her on. She bit her lower lip from 12-18, despite what she said. Many Japanese women turn very slutty at the idea of the forbidden.. and I wanted to see how far that might be true as she unlocked her apartment door.

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tallsynn · #**109** 29-03-2014, 10:22 AM

Loving this story! Always dreaming to taste a Milf..
Keep it up, ts!

thor1981 · #**110** 29-03-2014, 01:57 PM

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Just before walking in, she hurriedly applied some lip gloss to her lips. She reached over and dabbed away some of her own lips cosmetic from my lips (gotta love a polite, tidy MILF keeping up all appearance of decency!)

We walked into her condo together, groceries in hand, the door automatically staying open for us.

The kitchenette was just to the left of us, two counter tops, one with a service area over looking an open living room.

There was a corridor to the right, likely going to some rooms. While looking around her spacious, clean modern place, I was also aware of how little room was within my trousers for my still tenting cock. One doesn't easily forget what Mrs. Suzuki and I did in the elevator. I was also a lit

From that corridor came a middle ages (late 40's?) Filipino maid, in a nicely ironed uniform. Behind her a younger boy, in a school uniform.

Y: Angie, this is Mr. Michael, one of my clients.
A: How do you do sir?
M: (i had been nephew, son, client, colleague, lover, fuck buddy, casual one night stand random guy in only 2 meetings with Mrs. Suzuki!) Oh, hello.

Y: (a bit hesitantly) Michael, please meet my son Junchiro.

I shook hands with the young boy. I found out he was 12 years old and studying for exams for some sort.

M: (being the good older uncle): How's your school going?
J: Thank you Mr. Michael-san it is good. I have exams.

Y: He's the top student in his class (to which Junchiro seemed a little embarrassed) I smiled. The kid seemed like a nice, decent student.

Y: (changing the subject, tone a little more business-like) Angie, has he had lunch yet?
A: Yes maam.
Y: Good, please take him for his haircut. Mr. Michael and I have some work to do for another 2 hours here (it was 1pm at the time). Please come back after 3:30pm.
A: Yes ma'am, take him to _______ in the mall ma'am?
Y: Yes, yes.

I knew I was right to just let Yuko take charge of things. One forgets that women, especially mothers, have a good sense of priorities

I eyed Angie, who didn't seem to suspect a thing and was just going along with things.

Angie and Junchiro went to the corridor as I slipped my shoes off and walked around. There were photos of a happy family displayed (Junchiro had a sister who I was told was studying in Japan) all over the condo. Photos of husband and wife together when they were probably in their 30's (the visual of my tutor came flooding back as I saw some photos from those days).

Yuko was unloading the groceries. I grinned at her when she placed the sake on a prominent part of the service table between kitchenette and living room.

I covertly googled "great sake cocktails" on my phone as she took the other groceries out.

M: Shall I begin mixing something up? (using a sly, cheesy, clubber cheongster tone)

She frantically shook her head, and silently pointed to the corridor.

Y: Thank you Mr. Michael, please show me the presentation. I just have to change.

Junchiro came out with Angie. He was dressed casual and Yuko gave him a cheek smooch on their way out.

Y: 3:30 ok Angie?
A: Yes ma'am

They walked out, and the door closed. Mrs Suzuki locked it and also added the deadbolt to it gently

Y: Ok Michael san, you make some drinks ok? I just have to shower.

I smiled, tempted to keep pressing my luck for a shower with Mrs. Suzuki-san... but as a good guest, decided to honour my reason for being there. By making a Sake mojito with a little extra kick for Mrs Suzuki on her return..

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thor1981 · #**111** 29-03-2014, 02:30 PM

contd...

With not much guidance, I looked around the kitchen for ingredients to make a sake mojito (lime juice, greens and lots of sake)

I started the blender up too for some ice. Blended everything together and poured into a jug. Kept two tall tumblers out for us.

She was taking a little bit of time so I caught up on some work emails, sitting in her living room looking at my phone.

I eyed the mantle around her television (telebe in Japan). I noticed a lot of "Japanese phonetic" words posted around, like "telebe" around the tv. Also lots of photos with her husband.. the man whom she no longer wished to see and who had cheated on her. I sometimes wonder about us men .. are we really happy or do we need some higher guidance before jumping from one woman to the next. Big questions as I looked over a draft for a client proposal.

A door opened from within the hallway and I heard her walking back. I was stunned! She was wearing a gorgeous blue kimono and soft shoes. She smiled at me then looked at the jug on the table.

Y: So this is your sake cocktail Michael san?
M: Haha, yes Mrs Suzuki. I walked over... took in her fresh scent from the shower of a light citrus and vanilla. A bit unfamiliar, probably also a shower gel or perfume from Japan.

I poured the beverages into each glass. She took hers.

M: Kanpai!
Y: Kanpai! (taking a big sip back)

M: Your kimono looks amazing Yuko-san
Y: (Shyly) thank you. It was a gift after I left Japan Airlines.

I took a big swig of my cocktail as we stood along side each other in her living room. The afternoon sun was creating a warm glow in the room, and I was able to see her face completely, without makeup. Porcelain skin, flawless, with only a minor hint of any wrinkling at the edge of her eyes.

I had almost forgotten she was once a chio young Japanese flight attendant once in first class, no doubt charming all the rich old men and catching the eye of playboys like her ex (or current) husband.

She was eyeing me, eyes flitting restlessly making contact with mine.

Her face already a little red from the 2/3rd of the triple shot cocktails we were drinking. I leaned forward, placed a soft kiss on her lips. As our tongues once again met and began snaking into each others mouths, I felt a slight draft and rustle of fabric against me, as her pretty kimono parted in her living room. My eyes were closed as we kissed.. so for a split second, suspending the privilege of sight, I wondered what, if anything, Mrs. Suzuki was wearing under her Japan Airlines gifted kimono.

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the_e_ones · #**112** 29-03-2014, 04:41 PM

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Originally Posted by thor1981

I wondered what, if anything, Mrs. Suzuki was wearing under her Japan Airlines gifted kimono.

My guess... nothing underneath that kimono... Mrs Suzuki is ready to be fuxk!!!

Bro thor1981, upped 8 for you!!! Please continue the story...

thor1981 · #**113** 29-03-2014, 05:52 PM

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Originally Posted by the_e_ones

My guess... nothing underneath that kimono... Mrs Suzuki is ready to be fuxk!!!

Bro thor1981, upped 8 for you!!! Please continue the story...

bro, thanks for the upz . n your guess just may be right

read on!

thor1981 · #**114** 29-03-2014, 06:27 PM

contd..

It was a funny thing, to be doing this in broad daylight, in silence. Since the condo wasn't close to any main roads, it was silent. Just an aircon humming somewhere, and Mrs. Suzuki's now open kimono rustling against my clothes as it opened.

Bros, I admit, I forgot how strong sake could be. I forgot why they serve them in smaller servings. Three shots, drunk quickly, creates quite a buzz. And Mrs. Suzuki, skin glowing, was high as a kite after about 5 mins.

I stepped away as our lips parted. Her robe was open, and yes as bro the_e_ones guessed, there was nothing under the kimono. Her snow white skin, full perky C-cups (she wears a 34C bra for bros who missed the first story), dark pink areolas, perfectly preserved smooth tummy and of course, bushy, shiny black pussy, JAV MILF style.

Remember the line in earlier chapters about some Japanese women getting a little turned on by the forbidden? I think a woman who greets a house guest like this is certainly just a little turned on; and it wasn't the sake talking!

I smiled. Now feeling like taking my time, but I was feeling the sake as I stepped forward again. We stood in front of each other. Eyes gazing down at hers as I began unbuttoning my shirt (something I usually expect a girl to do, but I find Japanese women like to appear 'reserved' even when their pussies and neh nehs are in full view with an open kimono.

As I unbuttoned my shirt, Mrs. Suzuki, slowly leaned forward. She kissed, and licked, the middle of my chest (I didn't realise it but she had actually finished her entire drink.. I was still 2/3rds thru mine).

And these were long, heavy, slowly licks, accompanied by a high pitched moan, and then soft kisses where her tongue had just left a trail of spit. She looked up at me. Eyes now rolling a little, and very turned on. I reached down, and firmly squeezed one of her soft, but toned, inner thighs, hands moving up to cup her hairy mons. Her pussy was soaking wet, as I gently started rubbing her slick pussy lips. I slipped a finger in, which drew a long deep moan into my chest. I slipped my fingers out of her cunt to remove my shirt..

As I did, she began to lick a trail, towards my pectoral, tongue swirling lustily around my nipple as my office shirt fell away. (I was still sober enough to remember it was a work day and I had to keep it looking a little ironed! I laid it on a bar stool nearby, while Mrs. Suzuki started sucking on my pectoral nipple.

The sound of the room was silent, filled only with an aircon silently humming, her Japanese accented moans, saliva and tongue sucking my nipple, my gasps every time she ran her teeth over my pecs and the soft squelching of her wet pussy lips being fingered. No music, no traffic...

But what would happen next, bros, was truly something that would shock me - in a very good way..

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