Accidental Fiancée Ch. 02-03

Once again, Juri seemed a little down for some reason. I didn't know what she could possibly be disappointed about, but the smile on her face faded for a moment before she quickly put it back on.

It was a weird end to an incredibly confusing day. However, I was still much too exhausted from everything, to really put much thought into it. I had to get up really early the next morning, and I hadn't even showered yet. This whole situation, was something I was just going to have to put off until a later time.

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Unfortunately, I didn't even remember getting into bed before I was completely knocked out. The next thing I knew, my second alarm was going off, and I didn't even have enough time to shower. Luckily, my makeup still looked decent from the previous day, so I didn't have to spend that much time getting ready.

With my mind in such a frenzy, I almost forgot what had happened the night before. But as I rushed towards the exit, I caught a glimpse of Juri still sleeping on the couch.

I paused, taking a second to stare at her as I reflected. I almost forgot I'm hosting her, I thought to myself. What is she going to do all day, while I'm gone?

Once again, I really had no time to think about anyone other than myself. I decided that was yet another thing I could put off until later. Juri was going to wake up and realize what a horrible host I was, and there was nothing I could do about it.

All day, I was slammed with work, but it was sort of hard to concentrate, knowing some random girl was staying at my condo. What the hell am I even supposed to do with her? I thought, almost nervous about going home. And how long is she going to stay with me, anyway?

I could have come up with a few more things to do around the fancy district I lived in. However, I kind of hoped Juri would eventually get the hint that my career consumed my life, so she would either find a new host or just go back to Japan.

Unfortunately, neither of those things were in my control. I, of all people, understood how difficult and expensive plane tickets were, and it wasn't like I could pawn her off on anyone. There was no one else I knew that would want to take care of her, especially considering the language barrier.

Just when I had given up on finding someone, I stumbled across Alana, who was sitting at her desk, playing on her laptop. I stared at her for a second before asking, "Why are you using your personal computer instead of the desktop?"

The timid intern quickly slammed her computer shut. Whatever she was typing, obviously wasn't as important as our conversation.

"I'm sorry about that, Miss Ortiz!" she said, looking as nervous as I had ever seen her. I raised my eyebrows at her, as she quickly explained, "I finished all my assignments early, so I thought I could... take a look at... one of my college assignments..."

"Oh, that's fine," I replied, actually pleased by her answer for once. I suppose I was so desperate to get caught up on everything, that it was actually nice to have an employee who was on top of things.

It wasn't like I was going to give her a compliment anyway, but before I could mention anything else about her finishing the assignments, a thought popped into my head, causing my eyes to light up. Alana would be the perfect person to host Juri! I screamed silently. She speaks Japanese! She would have a way better idea of what to show her!

"Miss Ortiz... is there something I can do for you..."

Just as I was about to explain the situation, a daunting thought popped into my mind. There's no fucking way I can tell her about Juri... because I would have to tell her why I agreed to host her in the first place...

As my mind became frantic and my legs started to shake, I realized there wasn't anyone I could tell about this mysterious Asian woman who was staying at my luxury condo. Nobody would understand that I had straight up violated a stranger because of something that happened in my past. And of all people, Alana would be the worst because she offered to translate for me in Japan!

It would have been the biggest "I told you so" moment of my life, and I couldn't allow Alana, of all people, to have that on me. Even worse, I couldn't let her know that I was an international felon, saved by the kindness of a nice woman, like Juri.

"Miss... Ortiz..."

Startled, I quickly responded, "Everything's fine! I just remembered... I have some more work I need to do!"

"Oh... do you need me to help?"

"No! This is my mess... you can just go back to... whatever you were doing on your laptop..."

Her face got red again, as that nervous energy came rushing back to her. I didn't want to stick around and ask what was going on. Alana was a timid woman in general, so I'm sure whatever was going on with her, was nothing compared to the crime I had committed, leading to my current complicated situation.

The rest of my work day went anything but smoothly. Unlike Alana, the rest of the employees weren't on top of their assignments like I had hoped. I would have expected more from them, considering how productive they seemed to be in my absence.

By the time my day was over, I almost didn't want to leave work. I usually enjoyed going home and having a drink, while unwinding on the couch, but with Juri there, it wasn't like I was going to be able to relax there either.

Despite the awkward situation back at my condo, I eventually got in the car and started driving home. With everything going on, I didn't have time to eat lunch, so I was famished, and ready to take a nap. I was just going to have to get on Juri's translation app and tell her I was too tired to do anything that night.

The entire way home, I contemplated what I was going to order in to eat, but nothing really sounded good to me. I also should have considered what Juri wanted to eat, but at a time like this, I didn't have the mental capacity to take both of our cravings into account.

When I got to the door, however, I was immediately captured by a delicious smell coming from inside. As I opened up and stepped inside, I was shocked to find the Japanese woman standing in the kitchen, cooking something on top of the stove.

With her hair tied up, and an apron covering her tall frame, Juri was working on multiple dishes, while having several others already on the dinner table. When she caught a glimpse of me, she turned back and smiled, cheerfully saying, "Karina!"

I slowly walked towards her, staring at all the food she had made. "You cooked all this?" I asked, even though she probably didn't understand me. "Where did you even get these ingredients?"

Pointing at my spare keys by the door, she indicated that she went out and bought stuff while I was gone. She must have gotten an idea of what I liked, based on the meal we had the previous day, because she had a big bowl of fried rice ready, along with some chicken, just like I had ordered. Also, there were some noodles and several other meats, which I didn't know what they were, but they smelled delicious. She was just putting it all together, and making me a plate, so I'd have something to eat once I got home.

As Juri and I sat down together, and enjoyed this homemade meal she had prepared, all by herself, I realized that this was the first time anyone had cooked for me, in a long time. Sure, I cooked things here and there, but I mostly ordered takeout. My husband and I never cooked for each other either, because we just never had that type of traditional relationship.

It was a moment, where I could sit there and appreciate the kind gesture, amongst all the confusion and chaos. We may not have been able to have a normal conversation, but there was something nice about sitting together with a home-cooked meal, that didn't require words to make it enjoyable. It was the relaxing reward I needed, after a long, hard day at work.

Juri asked me how I liked the meal. I, of course, told her it was delicious, even though I had only recently tried Asian food. She then asked me what I normally liked to order, and I taught her about Tex-Mex. We even looked at a few pictures together, with me pointing at some of my favorite dishes.

When dinner was over, I thanked her for the mouth-watering meal. She packaged the rest of the food up, separating them into little individual meals. She then wrote in her app, "You can take one to work tomorrow, for lunch."

From there, she asked me what my plans were for the rest of the night. I admitted I was too tired to do anything, despite feeling like I owed her, after such a great meal.

Luckily, she didn't seem to mind at all. She just smiled at me and asked, "Do you want to go to bed?"

Typing on her phone, I responded, "I want to have a glass of wine first, and maybe even take a bath. I'll go to sleep after that."

Her eyes lit up as she read her phone before texting her response. "Okay, I'll clean the kitchen. You just relax."

I started typing on her phone again, thanking her for everything she did that day. However, she had already pranced off and began washing the dishes, so I just sat there holding her phone, waiting for a chance to show her my appreciation.

Before I knew it, my eyes started to grow heavy, as the fatigue from that day caught up to me. I was also one who easily fell asleep, once I had a satisfying meal in my stomach.

I'm not exactly sure how long I was asleep in that chair, but when I eventually opened my eyes, Juri was gone and the kitchen was absolutely spotless. As I looked around for her, I noticed the sound of my bath running. I got up to my feet and walked towards my bathroom, wondering what was going on in there.

When I opened the door, I became frozen from what I saw in front of me. It was Juri, sitting on the edge of the tub with a big glass of wine next to her. The pretty Asian woman had her hair up, and was wearing nothing but a towel, as she watched the warm water filling the bathtub.

When she noticed me staring at her, she waved me over, while she kept a comforting smile on her face. I asked, "What are you doing?" but with her seemingly about to take a bath, she didn't have her phone, so we really couldn't communicate with each other through words.

After turning off the water, she ran her fingers through the top of the surface, making sure the temperature was just right. From there, she got up to her feet and faced me, almost causing me to take a step back.

Not allowing me to escape, she gently grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me towards her. I didn't know what else to do, so I just raised my arms and allowed her to pull the shirt over my head.

She then reached around me, almost giving me a hug as she unclipped my bra. I felt warm from the embrace alone, but as she stepped back, and my bra fell to the floor, my face went completely red, now that my breasts were exposed in front of her.

Bending down, she unbuttoned my slacks before unzipping and pulling them down. I placed my hands on her shoulders, using them as support as I stepped out of my pants and eventually my underwear.

Despite how confident I was about my curvy body, I felt insecure, standing naked, in front of her for some reason. Even as she folded my clothes, including my thong, and put them to the side, I just watched awkwardly, resisting the urge to cover myself with my arms.

Juri offered me her hand, and I placed mine in hers as she let her towel fall, uncovering her surprisingly voluptuous body. It wasn't even the first time I had seen her naked, yet it still surprised me, to see how nice her hips and breasts were despite such a small waist.

She stepped into the tub, before carefully assisting me to join her. Again, I wouldn't have done any of this had I been able to communicate with her. However, after what I did to her in the past, I felt I had no other choice but to trust and follow her lead.

Eventually, Juri positioned me so that I was sitting in the tub with my back towards her. She pulled a hair band from her wrist and placed my long black hair in a messy bun. From there, she grabbed my shoulders and gently pulled me back until I was resting against her.

As awkward as I felt, I knew I couldn't just jump up and run out of the bathroom. However, something would soon happen that would halt all my worries for the time being.

Out of nowhere, I felt a pressure against my shoulders... it was a good pressure. Her soft hands were now touching my skin, as she worked her thumbs against the pressure points in my shoulder blades. An immediate sense of relief came over me, causing me to close my eyes.

Her hands went from my shoulders down to my back. She massaged me gently, using soap to allow her hands to glide against my body, only pausing to press her thumbs against the tight knots that had developed in my muscles. And within seconds, she was able to undo them, releasing the pressure from my body, while seemingly doing the same to my mind.

This was all wrong. I never should have met Juri in the first place, she shouldn't have been visiting me, and we definitely shouldn't have been in the bath together. However, as I rested my body against her chest, and I felt her soapy hands gliding from my arms up to my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel I had stumbled into a bit of heaven.

She then massaged my neck for a bit, holding me still by wrapping one arm around me, while she used her thumb and index finger to create pressure right against my nape. I had always prided myself on being a strong, independent, hardworking woman, but I couldn't help but enjoy being held in her caring arms. And if I was being completely honest with myself, it just felt nice to be taken care of by someone else for once, even if it was another woman...

Maybe those were the thoughts that were secretly going through my mind, as I allowed Juri's strong little hands to roam the front of my body. It wasn't like I wanted her to touch my breasts, but as her soapy hands glided up and down my front, only pausing to give my tits a squeeze, I couldn't bring myself to resist her. All I could do was lean my head back against her shoulder, and moan as I felt her breath tickling my neck.

As her fingers slid across my tits, almost catching my nipples between them, I struggled not to gasp. Allowing her to massage my body was one thing, but playing with my nipples was another.

I didn't want her to know how good it felt, but I also didn't want her to stop... I just decided to rest against her, and allow myself to not feel guilty, no matter what she did to my chest.

Eventually, my moans must have caught her attention, because she started focusing on my nips. She used her soapy fingers to gently twist them, causing my entire body to lock up, as my eyes rolled back and my moans echoed throughout the bathroom.

This is so wrong! I thought to myself, while my body was practically grinding against hers. However, having her hands on my tits, and her breasts against my back felt so good, there was no way I could stop her. I was at her mercy until she was done with me. I almost wished the moment would never end...

Unfortunately, Juri did eventually take her hands from my breasts. As sad as I was, she put a smile back on my face as she reached for the glass of wine and handed it to me. As I sipped on it, she placed her soft hands back on my shoulders, massaging them, as I enjoyed the drink I had been waiting for all day.

I was truly in paradise; getting massaged, while I enjoyed a glass of wine in my warm bath. My face was completely red, and I wished I could have blamed it on the hot water. However, the reason I couldn't stop blushing or giggling to myself, was because I still had that image of her playing with my nipples on my mind.

Juri eventually stood up and grabbed the towel from beside the tub. From there, she climbed out and dried herself before wearing that towel once again.

I assumed since she was done with my massage, she was just going to leave me be. Instead, she grabbed a fresh towel and helped me out of the tub, before drying my body for me.

Once we were both dry, she took me by the hand and led me down the hallway. We were still naked, so I suspected she wasn't quite done with me. Perhaps it was the alcohol getting to me, but I hoped that she was going to continue my massage, instead of just helping me get dressed.

Eventually, we found ourselves in my room, where she gently laid me on my bed. My towel came undone, uncovering my vulnerable body, which had become desperate for her touch.

As I rested there, I asked myself, Has anything ever felt better, than what she did to me in the tub? I would soon get my answer, as I became startled by a strong stimulation, completely overwhelming my body.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed Juri positioned snuggly between my thighs with her towel falling from her body. Her tongue stroked against me, gently tickling my clit. At the same time, both of her hands were reaching upwards on my body, tenderly pinching my nipples just the way I liked.

"Oh, my God!" I moaned, as my toes curled and my lower back raised from the mattress. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, as I cried out, "This is so amazing!"

I could feel her warm tongue massaging my clit with an up and down motion. Her pacing was perfect; stroking me just fast enough to make me desperate for another lick. And with her hands, she increased the pressure against my nips, stimulating me just enough to leave me paralyzed, without causing me any pain.

"This is... even... better... than the... bath..." I mumbled out, though she wouldn't have been able to understand me, even if she spoke English. I was filled with way too much pleasure to communicate anything effectively, in the midst of my high-pitched moans.

I'm not exactly sure what went through my mind for the next few moments. It felt like I was in a cloud, relaxing as all my worries were put to rest. It also felt like I was on a roller coaster, blasting through a frenzy of pleasures, at one-hundred miles per hour. No matter how I wanted to describe it, I just wished that it could have lasted forever.

I don't know how long it took; less than a minute probably, but I eventually had a mind shattering orgasm, as Juri refused to let up on pleasuring my three most sensitive spots. My ass bounced from the mattress, and I'm sure I bumped her in the face with my pussy. Still, Juri kept her tongue on me, not letting me rest, until she got everything out of the climax that I had to offer.

Drooling from my mouth, as moans continued to escape me, I just rested on my back, as I took everything I could from the persistent woman. I was probably making an ugly face, and my pussy felt like a swimming pool of liquids, but still, Juri continued to twist my nips, as she licked me clean from the bottom.

I don't know how many orgasms I ended up having. I'm sure there were a lot, but they came in such quick succession, one right after the other, that I completely lost count.

It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Juri wasn't bound to a goal of just providing me with an orgasm. Instead, she read my body and knew the exact moment I couldn't possibly handle another ounce of pleasure. Only then, was she satisfied with what she had done to me.

She left me in a pool of my own juices. My hands roamed up and down my own body, still desperate for her touch, even though I was much too exhausted to go any further. I was still moaning, letting her know how good of a job she had done, taking care of me. All my strength had been completely zapped, so even though I wanted more of her, I could do nothing but lie on the bed as I drifted off to sleep.

Before leaving the room, Juri set my clothes aside by the bed, in case I didn't want to sleep naked. I didn't have the energy to put any of them on. Even worse, I didn't have the strength to stop her from leaving the room.