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Train carriages, car parks, behind the altar at midnight mass. Where have you done the dirty?
Thanks to SpankyHanky, Chart Cat and others for the suggestion
( , Thu 23 Apr 2009, 12:58)
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We clambered through the wooded glade over old logs and the fallen petals, enjoying the fresh spring breeze. After a while, we stopped to take a short break, sitting in the musty undergrowth beneath the dappled shade of the cherry blossom trees. I offered her a sip of my water, but she wasn't interested in drinking.
She leaned in and gazed at me expectantly. I closed my eyes for the briefest moment and her tongue flicked across my lips. I stroked her face then gently pushed her away... it was wrong and she knew it. I heard a pathetic whimper before she turned her head away, obviously disheartened by my rejection.
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We'd met a few months previously after being introduced by my wife. She'd had been out shopping when they first met each other and hit it off together, so she brought her over to the house party where we had agreed to meet later in the day.
They walked through the door together, I set eyes on her for the first time and I was smitten. She was beautiful, with deep, dark eyes and shiny black hair, but then again that's pretty common in Japan. I just knew we would end up being 'friends' too. Everyone at the party adored her, me especially so.
My wife saw her a lot over the next few months. I worked late, but I could see they had become good friends judging by the amount of time they were spending together. It meant I also got plenty of time to get to know her myself.
She had a playful attitude towards me, even with my wife around, and she wasn't afraid to tell either of us what she was thinking. I like a feisty girl who knows what she wants, although the language barrier meant I had no idea what she was saying most of the time, instead relying on body language and intonation to communicate. I was used to it, having lived in Japan for six months already.
By the time we ended up in those woods, I think my wife actually knew what was going on, but she didn't care. Our marriage is pretty open and she would certainly tell me if she disapproved of anything. It may be hard to grasp for readers without experience in Japan, but many Japanese women have a relaxed attitude towards the kind of relationship that had started to develop. In fact, this cultural barrier led to a few awkward encounters between the three of us.
For instance, my wife and I live in a small house in Tokyo, which is fine but it can get a little crowded at times. The two girls' friendship resulted in many a late night after the last train had departed, so she would end up sleeping in our bedroom... in our bed... with the two of us. Thankfully , it's a queen-size bed, so there was always plenty of room, and of course my wife would insist on separating us by being in the middle (it's called 'making a river' in Japan, apparently).
Our unscheduled bed partner would drift off to sleep while we waited to quietly make love in the 'spoons' position, hoping not to wake her up. I know we failed at least once, because I'm ashamed to say I looked into the wrong girl's eyes as I reached silent orgasm. Luckily she kept quiet and gave me a knowing, loving look instead, which felt particularly wrong.
I finally realised I would get no respite from her subtle advances following a heavy night's drinking at our place and the usual three-in-a-bed arrangement. I awoke feeling a breath on the wrong side of my neck and found her nudging me out of my slumber. The cheeky bitch had silently crept over to my side of the bed after returning from the toilet and was now pressed hard against my naked body, while my wife slept off her formidable hangover a few centimetres away.
I knew in my heart I should wake my wife, but at the same time I wanted it to happen that morning. It was time to get out of the house, so I got dressed as quietly as I could and met her by the front door. She couldn't take her eyes off me, the happiness that I had finally relented and caved in to her advances was palpable so I grabbed her things and we sneaked out into the early morning sunshine. Before long we had found our way to the wooded glade near our house. It was overlooked on both sides by housing, but that fact didn't bother either of us...
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So many times we read "photos or it didn't happen" on this site. Well, if you want to see how it ended, I think a photo would illustrate what my words may have failed to convey, so at this point I'll break from standard QotW protocol and post a picture of her and the conclusion in the replies...
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 16:37, 13 replies)
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The conclusion to this tale? I wiped my dog-spit covered mouth, told her off for licking me in the face and we played with a few sticks before going back home again.
She really is a beautiful girl, eh?. I've read a few stories about dogs so far, this is the best I could come up with. Harumph.
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 16:38, closed)
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I've been on this site too long now, it even influences my *work* for fuck's sake.
It's only a matter of time before I find a way of adding 'meatspin' to my next powerpoint presentation.
( , Tue 28 Apr 2009, 2:45, closed)
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As soon as I read "pathetic whimper", i thought, oh its about a dog.
But thats the cutest little puppy :)
clicks for cute puppies
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 23:24, closed)
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I had to leave some clues though, I'm an honest trickster :)
( , Tue 28 Apr 2009, 2:46, closed)
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