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BigDandeMan1962 59M  
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12/27/2019 12:23 pm
Holy Shit! I fuck my Japanese admin!

Asami

This story happened to about ago and makes crazy every time I think about it.

I work for a Japanese software company and very early in career with them, they moved the entire company from San Jose Phoenix, AZ. Not many of the workforce moved with the company, but I did and a cute Japanese admin named Asami did also. When we got PHX, our cubicles were in the very back row and across from each other. We were always very friendly with each other, and talked about a variety of subjects but always bonded over playing the drums.

I had played drums in bands since I was a boy and had a practice kit set up in my cube. I had practice pads placed on the desk for the tom-toms, snare and cymbals and had an actual practice drum pedal that I could use if no was around; it made a lot of noise.

Asami loved the drums and loved rock music, when there were us around, we’d listen tracks on sound set up and I’d show her how those songs.

I had always described Asami friends as the woman you dream about when you dream about Japanese women. Just think of the cutest Japanese girl you can think of and times that by at least . At the time, she was about 26 or 27, less than 5’ tall, slim, small breasts, straight black hair and her lips should have been in the Smithsonian; the sweetest heart shaped lips you have ever seen. Beautiful black eyes, flawless skin. She told me stories about when she was a in Japan and the boys would tease her about her lips. I always told her no one would tease her now. She was so small and cute, we would tease her a bit for having to shop in the ’s section for her clothes. I’m a big guy, over 6’2” and at the time, about 250lbs, big arms, big drum playing mechanic hands that were now used to type with. Asami often loved comparing her size with mine; when people were around she’d stand back to back with me and her head came up to about the middle of my bac She had tiny hands that she loved compare; it was kind of sensual in the way she would do it, she would grab my hand, open my fingers, put her hand up mine and laugh at the fact that her fingers were half the size as mine.

This was something that, looking back on, was always kind of there for me slowly discover, the way she would touch and tease occasionally. I didn’t think anything sexual was happening, but was very comfortable with her soft touch and friendly manner.

Asami was also one of the sweetest all-around people I’ve ever met, full of humor, intelligent, kind, inquisitive of all things American, just a delightful woman. She was born in Japan, came America for college and was married a Mormon guy. She was obviously interested in things beyond the submissive Japanese/Mormon wife and asked very pointed questions quite often about American women and men. She was never overtly sexual in asking, just very interested and I took that as I saw it on the surface. The questions were never dirty of perverted, but were more and more, about sex and sometimes love. I felt a regret in her for her quite traditional marriage and her role as a Mormon wife; it was hard for her and she expressed this subtly and often. She didn’t want to embrace and live the submissive Japanese stereotype.

It was clear that we were becoming closer, bonding over the drum songs I was playing in my cube, the discussions we would have, we ate lunch together in the break room, occasionally went to lunch with other coworkers, never alone, but always sitting across from each other so we could tal

Asami always seemed touch in some way, whether it was a light touch on back as she leaned in to see what I was doing with drum sticks or better yet, she would lean against my thigh while we watched drummers on YouTube. At first, I’d move away just in case it was accidental, but as I did, she always seemed to unconsciously lean into me more; sometimes almost sitting on my lap. I’m almost as tall as she was when sitting, so when she would lean in, her legs pressing against mine, her scented hair close to me and her tiny hand on my bac I started get a bit turned on by our little drum encounters but kept it totally to myself and in my fantasies.

The end of the year was upon us. Asami had been announced as our new HR representative and had to move her cube to the HR department away from mine. I was very sad for many reasons, obviously. As HR rep, she couldn’t be seen as favoring person above another, couldn’t obviously spend time in my cube watching drum videos, even one on one conversations would be harder have with her in her new role. When she told me about her new position, we discussed what it meant to our little relationship. I’m not above telling that I was a little misty eyed when we were talking and I realized our little platonic non-affair was ending. To my shock, Asami was wiping away tears as we discussed her move to the other side of the building.

That year Christmas was on a Wednesday and a good 99% of the office was off the entire weeks between Christmas and Year’s. I had most of my vacation used up so I had work Monday and Christmas eve, and so did Asami. Another woman in our cubical row also had to work and we planned to go lunch on Christmas eve.

That Monday I helped Asami move her personal things to her cube. She was very excited to start a new job and I could tell, reluctant to leave her old cube. We chatted and lightly flirted the day away moving items. She seemed to find more little ways to touch my hand, passing boxes back and forth, accidental rubbing arms together. Once I was standing with my back to the wall and as she was lifting a box, leaned back into me and laid her head on my chest for a split second. This, of course was driving me through the wall and all I could think of was the smell of her hair.

Now it’s Tuesday, Christmas eve. Both Asami and I always get work quite early, we spend much of that time chatting and listening music and this day was more of the same. Asami was dressed in a kind of pseudo Japanese punk outfit, but much subtler; a pair of skin tight stretch jeans with holes at the knees and a Misfits t-shirt, her long black hair in a cute ponytail. She looked like she was in school. .

Asami had very small breasts and I could tell she rarely wore bras. Occasionally, I’d see her hard-little nipples make an appearance through her clothes when she was talking a mile a minute about some cool song, I’d avert eyes so as not to seem like a perv. That day, the Misfits t-shirt looked as though it was made of tissue; it had the worn-away look of a much-loved concert shirt, and as I saw her take her jacket off, I could almost see her ivory skin through the shirt.

I was listening to Kashmir by Led Zeppelin, my and Asami’s favorite. Asami came into my cube and was leaning against the desk on the left side of me as we listened and I played it on the practice pads. She smelled wonderful, fresh out of the shower and the faint smell of flowers mixed with shampoo and whatever products she used filled the close space and were intoxicating.

We started playfully arguing about the correct way to play the song; John Bonham’s drums were recorded in a stairway and had an echo to them. In order for a drummer to play that song live, he had to either feed his drums through an echo effect, or play them differently than Bonham did. We had discussed this before, so it was an on-going thing. Asami couldn’t figure out the drum beat. She grabbed the sticks from and leaned in the pads and watch my right foot on the practice pedal. I had lean back and give her access as she pressed her thighs into my leg, her hair in my face and her little arms and hands striking the pads with the sticks. I leaned away thinking she needed space and maybe her touch was accidental, but she leaned in farther. I could feel her pubic mound grinding into my leg. I pushed back on it and lifted my leg a bit to see if she was aware of it and she leaned in harder. In fact, it almost hurt pressing against my thigh. Asami was coming on to for sure. My mind started whirl at the possibilities.

At that moment, the other worker, I’ll her Linda, came in work a few cubes down. I turned down the music and “Merry Christmas” and all those things were passed around and general chit chat was the name of the game for now. I had a real hard time getting up greet her as Asami's rubbing against gave a huge hard-on. I think she knew it, because as I stood up, she purposely brushed her cute little ass across the front of my jeans getting out of the cube, at least I think it was on purpose, I was still kind of wondering if I was misreading signals from my ‘friend’.

Normal work ensued for the rest of the morning. I was lost in some web surfing, Asami was almost done with her cube, one or things left was all. Linda’s phone rang on her desk and I could hear her conversation about missing a bus or something. Asami was in her empty cube as Linda stood up and announced she had to go home, we couldn’t go to lunch together and she was not coming bac We are all on salary in that section, so I didn’t expect her stay all day. “I guess it’s just you now” Linda said as she gathered her things. Asami told her “I’ll walk you out”. And the both of them left.

About minutes later Asami came back into my cube. “I locked the doors” she said. “Umm, okay”, I retorted, “why?” I asked. Asami replied, “No reason, just don’t want people wandering in the building”. A bit mysterious, but I thought nothing of it .

“Let’s Kashmir again!” Asami squealed in her usual over the top enthusiasm. I put the track on and there she was again close beside pressing her legs into mine. “Can I feel your leg moving?” Asami asked, “Of course” I said, backing off the desk so she could reach in. She was now kind of bent over , her hand gripping my knee as I played the triplets of the song with my right foot. “This isn’t working, can I?” she asked as she was already climbing up onto my lap. I didn’t have time to say anything, and what would I have said? Asami had the sticks in her hand and was playing with the song as I had to move back a bit to give her room. “No, move forward, I’m falling off!” Asami said. I did so. Her sweet little ass was grinding into my growing hard-on as I moved my left hand around her waist onto her flat stomach to keep her in place. For a minute there, I thought this was a nice, normal thing that co-workers would do when taking drum lessons, how naive was I? Well, not that naive, it turns .

I could feel her muscles move and twitch while holding her stomach in my hands and it was really turning me on. I had to move and adjust myself because I was harder than I have ever been in my life, I’m sure. I was under no illusions now, she knew I was hard and she was owning it. When I moved to relive the pressure, she moved and put more pressure on. She knew she was putting me in agony and was obviously enjoying it. I took this as an obvious signal, and could not help myself; I reached my hand her shirt to feel the smooth alabaster skin of her torso. I slipped my right hand in and held her close to me, both hands on her bare stomach. She leaned back into me, the drum sticks forgotten, the rhythm now playing through her hips grinding down into my hard lap. Kashmir was the perfect tune for this, was my fleeting thought, we picked well.

Asami was so small, I could almost touch fingers with both hands around her waist. She reached down and moved my hand up to cup her right breast, her head under my chin, her hair in mouth, her little hard nipple between my fingers, my other hand teasing the waist band of her jeans, the music pulsating us, it was sensory overload in the extreme. It may sound cliched but I swear she felt like a china doll in my arms.

I reached between her jeans clad legs and she suddenly turned straddle me. I thought I may have went too far, her beautiful black eyes were hard to read, but the redness in her cheeks, the half open heart shaped lips and her sweet panting breath left nothing to the imagination. I leaned in and took those incredible lips into mine, I had dreamed about her lips for literally and now they were mine. Soft kisses, I wanted taste every inch of those lips the boys teased her about. She was shy at first, it seemed, then her mouth was open and her tongue was in mouth and we seemed feed off each other, I’d suck her tongue, then she mine, darting quickly in and out, I traced the outside of her lower lip with my thumb as we kissed and sighed. She was gripping my shirt on both sides of my chest, a bit of chest hair in her grip painfully added the passion I felt for her at that moment.

I was holding her hair with hand and the other was massaging her bare back under the t-shirt and I slid my hand down the back of her jeans, a little space widening up to accommodate when she leaned forward. I could feel her breath start as my hand slowly tried to find its way down to that sweet little ass. She reached behind and pulled my hand off, “Uh-uh” is all she breathed into my mouth as she kissed me again. I must have moaned pathetically, not masking disappointment well. Asami had my shirt unbuttoned and her small hands were gripping my chest hair as she kissed me, it was so very erotic.

Asami backed off a bit and started to unbuckle my belt. “What are you doing” I asked her as I stared into those black velvet eyes. “Don’t talk” Asami said. “Open them ” she said as she struggled with the button at the top of my jeans. I pushed the chair back and Asami got off my lap as I opened the fly. “Take them down” She said looking me square in the eyes. “But” I stammered, wanting tell her that I wanted to strip her first, lick her body as her clothes were removed, touch every inch of her, “Quiet” she said, “No talking”. I stood up and Asami swiftly pulled pants down along with my underwear in one quick action. I was standing in front of this tiny Japanese goddess with my cock sticking straight out and leaking like I was a again. She reached out and wrapped her small hands around me, the coolness of her touch, the sight of my cock in her hands, the look of lust on her porcelain face, just about did it for me right then and there.

Asami pushed me back into the chair and knelt in front of me. I thought about all those times we talked about subservient women, the Asian stereotype, the man being pleased first and foremost and I started try tell her, “Please, don’t say anything” she whispered .

The moment her beautiful full lips met my hard, leaking cock will be a vision well seared into my brain for all of my life. That may sound a bit melodramatic, but it’s the honest truth. I think of that moment almost every single day. There were more moments to come, but that visual can never be bettered in my opinion, it was and is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. My cock looked huge compared to her lips and the hands surrounding it, a real ego boost for sure. Those little full heart lips opened a bit, her tongue peaked out and slowly licked the shiny tip, painting her lips with head like it was lip gloss. She looked up into my eyes, opened her lips and slipped the head of my cock into her mouth.

I wish I could say this went on for days, but just imagine the sweetest woman, with the sweetest lips on the planet, her cheeks are red from excitement, her black hair like silk tickling my naked lap, those jet black eyes locked onto mine and I was over the mountain alright. I tried to pull her off of me and cried “Asami, you are going make me come” which made her suck me deeper and stroke me with both hands. With one hand, she reached up and put her hand over my mouth to shut me up and I started to orgasm. I had never felt anything like this, it was like a great warmth gathered at the back of my neck, warmed my whole body and every feeling I could possibly have rushed out of my cock in a huge rushing orgasm. When I come, I crash, because every fiber of being is alive. I thrash, and writhe about, swear, grunt, cry, all the while Asami has her hand over my mouth and I come and come as she swallows me and come is leaking out around those beautiful lips and she is licking every drop she can find, her eyes never leaving mine.

Suddenly, Asami jumped up with her hand over her mouth like she was in shock and bolted out of the cube and out of the office. Now I was really confused, did I do something wrong? Was she hurt? Embarrassed? Horrified? I ran the scene over and over in my head to see if I was possibly the instigator or forced this sweet woman into something she didn’t want to do. I could not think of anything I did that was inappropriate, Asami drove the whole experience, maybe drive is not the word, but I know what happened was mutually desired both of us.

So, I sat there, confused, a bit scared, hopefully we didn’t just destroy a friendship. At around noon, Asami popped her head into cube and said “Ready?”. I startled, “Ready for what?” “Lunch, silly” Asami said, as if the last hours had never happened. “Sure, I’m ready”, I said, a little freaked out.

We took my car to a close sushi restaurant and got a quiet table for . Asami was chatting and lightly flirting like times and I was blown away, did that never happen? Did it mean nothing? I don’t mean we should fall in love, leave our spouses and get married, but it damn sure meant something. I said “Asami, should we talk…” and she shushed me, “No talking about that” she said with a stern look on her face that slowly turned into a beautiful smile. “Okay”, I said and we ate as we chatted about music, and places we have been and movies and all that normal friend tal When we were waiting for the check, Asami looked directly into eyes and said, “You are thicker than he is”. I knew who she was talking about. “Much thicker” She said grinning. I, of course, said nothing.

We got back the office and Asami locked the office doors behind us. At the top of the stairs, she went her way, I went mine. All her stuff was gone out of her cube now, so no reason to come back, I guess. I was kind of sad about the whole thing. I mean, what a wonderful experience, but I didn’t give back as I wanted. I just didn’t get to show her how much I think of her, how much I wanted her.

I put on soft classical music, I wanted to thin I sat there for around an hour, mulling over the day’s events when I heard footsteps approaching and who else is there? Asami peeked around the cube and said “Hi”. “Hi yourself, Asami.” I stammered as she once again placed her hand on my mouth so I could not spea She moved in front of , between and the des I was looking up into her eyes as she stared at , her black eyes were twinkling, I swear. They were looking into my very soul. She reached down and started to unbutton her jeans, all the while not taking her eyes off of mine. She pushed her jeans off and stepped out of them, her hands crossed at her crotch. She was so gorgeous, black lace panties, black rock and roll t-shirt and nothing else. Her skin was the color of white marble. I moved forward a bit and she retreated as much as she could with the desk being there and all. “I want to tell you something” she said, not shyly, very matter of fact. “Okay”, I said. “I don’t look like other women down there” she exclaimed. “Okay, what do you mean?” I asked. “ My husband says I look like a little girl” She spoke now a little softer and with some of what I felt was embarrassment. “I don’t have a lot of hair” she said. Now. I almost busted out laughing, but instinctively knew she was serious about her ‘shortcomings’.

I reached out to her, wrapped my hands around her waist and drew her nearer to me . I lowered my hands and grasped her lace panties on both sides and slowly slipped them off her hips and onto the floor. I took both of her hands in mine and moved them. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. She stood there, naked from the waist down, her hairless mound accented by a little strip of hair that may have been 20 strands thick at the most. Strippers would have died for that , Asami was embarrassed it.

“Jesus Asami, you are so, so beautiful” I couldn’t help it, I was breaking the silence protocol, “Any man in the world would die to see what I’m seeing” I said. I reached and lifted her up onto the desk, first after swiping the keyboard and things away. She was on the desk, sitting upright, legs on either side of me, I pulled her t-shirt off as well as my shirt and her sweet little breasts were there for the taking. They were not much more than cute Champagne glass shapes with the tiniest<b> areola </font></b>and hardest nipples I’ve ever seen. Her chest was right at the perfect height to kiss her breasts and tease her nipples, her legs wrapped around me, my hand in her hair, we kissed and kissed again before I went back those lovely breasts.

She was such a tiny woman, I put my jacket from the back of the chair on the desk, and laid Asami down on her bac I slid off of the chair and onto my knees with this beautiful naked woman in front of like Christmas dinner. I stood and kissed my way down her soft sweet belly and opened her legs. The sight was truly breathtaking; where most western woman had inner labia that extended past their outer lips, Asami had none, or very little, just a smooth little vulva. I about creamed my jeans at the sight. “Do you think I look weird?” Asami asked “Oh no Asami, you look absolutely delicious” I managed to say. And she was.

I knelt back down, she was on her back now, her legs resting on my shoulders as I planted kisses all around her vulva, inner thighs, belly, breathing my breath on her as I lightly brushed the skin with my lips. Asami writhed and moaned as I licked my way up her beautiful little slit, her pussy tasted like cotton candy, I swear on my life, I had no idea how she did that. Her aroma drove me wild, it was indescribable. I licked up and down her sweet pussy, avoiding her sensitive clitoris, just breathing on it, softly touching it every or strokes with my tongue, never quite touching it. She did have inner labia, just hidden in her flower-like pussy, I licked the edges of her inner and outer lips. She was begging touch her clitoris. At least, I think that’s what she was begging for. I altered my strokes so that I would push my tongue closer to her clit, pressing harder just to the outside of her hard, little knob, never directly on it. This was driving her mad. She had my left hand in hers, fingers meshed as I teased her with my tongue and right hand lightly probing her opening with my thumb as I teased around her pussy, never pushing into her vagina, just circling the opening, touching all of those nerve endings. I reached up and painted her lips with her juices on my thumb, she sucked on it like it was a pacifier and I repeated that particular move a few more times, I could tell the taste or smell, or just the naughty-ness of that was turning her on something crazy as she sucked my thumb like it was a Popsicle.

As was my normal technique, honed from many between the legs of wives and girlfriends, I worked around her little clitoris with lips and tongue, I circled my saliva slicked thumb over her outer lips, teasing her opening and then down to circle her little pink rosebud of an asshole. That little trick resulted in an immediate sharp intake of breath from Asami as she immediately sat up, pulled me off her sweet pussy and looking me in the eyes said, “You touched my ass”. I said, “Yes”. My thumb was still on her little bud, “You are still touching my ass” she said, very matter of fact. I said, “Why, is it wrong?” as I continued my move thumb slowly around her. “No has ever touched my ass.” She said. She had this glazed look in her eyes as she said this, her cute little ass moving in rhythm with the stroking of my thumb. I started to say, “How can your husband not have never touched your ass?” when she pulled my face back into her pussy. As soon as she did so, I replaced my thumb at her rosebud little hole with my tongue. Asami squealed in absolute delight; “Oh god, Dan, oh god” which was, you know, nice hear if I’m being completely honest. I stroked her pussy with long licks of my tongue from the top, down each delicious lip, down to her ass and circled her little hole before doing it all over again, all the while keeping pressure on the little nub next to her clit with my other hand. About every third time of the series I would push my tongue a little deeper into her little ass as she moaned and moved her cute doll ass off the desk and into my face as hard as she could. This pushed her over the edge; “Oh Dan, I’m coming!” Asami almost shouted, “Keep doing that!” She said through clenched teeth. I had my thumb back just inside her slick pussy and was softly sucking up on her clit as my tongue pressed down on the spot next to it as she started to orgasm. What an orgasm it was, she was moaning and shoving my head into her crotch, I circled her little anus with thumb as she came and came and we were both laughing and moaning and she came and came and I thought she’d pass out .

I sat back onto the chair exhausted. Asami was still laying on the desk, legs open in front of me, her pussy slick with saliva and her sweet nectar, breathing hard, her cheeks rosy from the excitement, her gorgeous skin had a sheen of sweat that made her look like someone spritzed her with a water bottle. It was the most erotic sight I have ever seen and I was hard as a roc

Asami sat up, and said, her voice husky and soft. “Stand up” I did so immediately. Asami grabbed at my jeans and before I knew what do had them at my knees and had my hard cock in her little hands once again. I tried back off and take my jeans all the way off, but she was in command now. Asami pushed back onto the chair. The chair had arms that adjusted in height, Asami reached over and put both arms all the way down.

She was now climbing back onto my lap, we were kissing again, her taste on lips and her kiss was driving us both to manic heights for sure. I knew where this was heading and I wanted her so very bad, but stopped her; “Asami, I have no protection” She was now right above , one hand on cock, one on the back of my neck, I could feel the heat from her pussy just about touch my cock and she breathed into my mouth; “I’m already pregnant.” As she said those words, she lowered herself down onto my hard, aching coc

The feeling was everything sexual I’ve ever dreamed of boiled down one exquisite experience. It is so very hard describe what that slick, velvety pussy felt like slowly engulfing my cock that I know I am underselling it every time I try explain it. But I will try. Just imagine the softest fur you have ever felt, but somehow it is warm the point of almost hot, and somehow it is also slippery slick with softly fragrant oils and somehow it’s able grip your cock like a fist. Something like that.

Asami whispered into my ear as we embraced and she lowered her body down onto my cock, “You are so very thick”. All I could think of in the moment to say is “You are so very delicious.” It seemed like the right thing say, she was rocking back and forth, cock deep inside her, I could feel her pubic mound as she ground her clit into my crotch. I have never been so turned on in my life. Her pussy squeezed my cock along the entire length, I felt totally engulfed in pure pleasure. I already came once that day, I figured I was good for at least 20 minutes of this or so, but we were not going to last that long. I had one hand on her ass moving it up and down on me as I gripped her glossy black hair to keep our exploring lips together.

Asami was breathing harder and harder into my mouth, we were sucking each other’s tongues, biting each other’s lips, as if we were drowning and couldn’t get enough air. Asami started to come and as soon as I felt those pulsating contractions in her velvet pussy’s grip I exploded like a rocket. Like I said earlier, when I come, I come hard, especially the second time. We were bucking and cumming and kissing and laughing and moaning and just eating each other up. I don’t know what I said to her during orgasm and don’t know what she said to me, maybe we didn’t say anything, but I knew that I loved her in that moment more than anything in the world. I also knew as well as she did, that this would never, ever happen again.

I held her to my chest as we caught our breath, I reached over and covered her with my jacket and we stayed in that position for at least a half hour or so. Her small frame against my naked chest, her hands in my chest hair, her soft breath on my chest, I stroked her silky hair and breathed in her exotic aroma. I was so turned on from the whole experience that I stayed hard inside her. As I stroked her hair, she would contract her pussy around me and I would do the same with my coc Over and over we played that game, grip, release, grip release, like a language, a message each other that we are here, we are one.

We parted that day still as friends. It didn’t seem awkward, as I thought it would. I won’t lie and say I didn’t want her desperately every time I saw her, but we both handled it with grace. Our discussions of music continued, but much less frequently, mostly at lunch. I told her I was lending her drum kit, a vintage 83 Tama black label kit with all hardware to ‘get it out of the garage’. She doesn’t know this yet, but I have gifted it to her.

Asami left our company a few ago, we IM each other every once in a while, “Do you need your drums back?” She’ll ask, “Nope, keep them as long as you want”, I’ll reply, that kind of thing. We see each other around town from time to time, because we live in the same area, each time we meet, we have a secret kind of message to each other; I’ll lean in, kiss her on the cheek, she whispers in my ear, “Dan, You look so much thicker” and I tell her, “Asami, you look so delicious”.


BigDandeMan1962 59M  
18 posts
12/27/2019 12:25 pm

Always comment first! Hope everyone likes the story!


Kickjay63687 38M
65 posts
12/27/2019 12:57 pm

Wow


philosophilander 40M
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10/11/2020 11:15 pm

Love that furry glove she gave you. You'll be back I'm sure.


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