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Both laughed for a good while until they heard a knock on the door.
"Hey, why's there people up here? The building's closing in 10 minutes."
"There was a nasty accident up here," Iwao deadpanned. "It started out sticky, but everything's cooled down now."
Matsuko punched him in the arm with some restraint, but the employee outside apathetically accepted it and went away. They finished getting dressed, and Matsuko looked at Iwao for a solid moment until he shot her a look back with a curious look.
"Iwa... " she brushed her hair behind her ear. "Next time we do this, let's save us the thrill and just do it at my place."
"Sounds good to me," he nodded. He then paused and smiled. "Next time?"
"Of course, dummy. I liked you way before the sex. Besides, we still have music lessons, remember?"
"Heh, right. They seem to be working since you know how to bl-"
"I'll shove the nohkan right down your throat if you continue that sentence."
"Yes, boss," he quipped with some sincerity.
The two headed out of the building and into the nighttime and enjoying the softness of crickets chirping and breezy winds. It was a serene experience compared to the action and tension from inside. Though Matsuko didn't feel dread looking at the office as she left, and she thought that the sex was an... interesting way to conquer her fear of the white collar monotony. Hard to say. They departed after sharing a kiss, bowing with warmth in their faces. Iwao traveled on smiling as he looked back to see Matsuko clutching the flute to her chest.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 3 years agoBut:
Being set in Japan may serve a purpose, and names may be clearly man and woman to someone in Japan, but not to this foreign reader.
Sex, when it happens, happens too fast. Not enough buildup. Not enough teasing. Not enough wonder as the other's body was exposed. Not enough foreplay.
OK, he kissed her breasts through her bra. But then what? Did she like it? Did she tell him to continue? Did she tell him to take off her bra? Or take it off for him? How did they look? Did he like them? Did she tease him with her breasts? Did she pull his face to them? Did she tell him what she wanted him to do with/to them? Did he ask her if she liked what he was doing? What did he do to/with them? Did she like it? Did she tell him what she wanted done to/with them? What were her nipples like? Sensitive? Large? Small? How did they react to touching? Kissing? Licking? Sucking?
What about her pussy? Did he like its smell? Its taste? Did she tell him to slow down to extend the pleasure? Or was she in too much of a rush to orgasm? Did she orgasm from his tonguing? How many times? What was going through his mind during his licking her pussy?
What was happening with his cock while he was going down on her? Did she play with it? Did she jerk it? Did she tell him not to cum yet? Did she draw it out? Did she titty fuck his cock? Did she lick and suck his cock while she was doing it?
What was the rush to get the condom out and on? And what was the rush to get the cock into her pussy?
Nothing about or with her ass?
Could have been so much better.
