Jada and Ayano - Collection 01

Jada had heard Raquel, of course, they were sitting only a few feet apart. Yet, she wasn't ready to believe that Ayano would be an impediment to her in any way. He loved her, and yes, he guided and taught her stuff, but he happened to be a teacher! Besides, what did Raquel know? She was one to talk. Her husband, Tavi, was five years older than her! The conversation with Raquel was quickly buried in her mind.

I MISS YOU CALL

Since Ayano left, Jada had been able to put on appearances that she wasn't struggling as much as she actually was. She had spoken with him twice so far, trying to keep the topics light and sex-oriented. Yet, on the fifth day apart, she couldn't keep it together anymore. She missed so much about him: his companionship, his touch, his devotion to her. Jada had never had a man who wanted to unwrap her like Ayano did. He was spontaneous and fun and liked to spoil her. Not to mention one of the most physically attractive human beings she had ever encountered.

At work, the new exhibit they were showing soon was a disaster. Delivery times, catering, invitations-- everything had a significant problem. The straw that broke the camel's back was around 7:00 one night. Jada tried to set up the sound system and the whole thing didn't work. She had just bought it a few weeks ago and she couldn't get it working for the life in her. The stupid speakers didn't work, she hadn't had dinner yet, and she really liked this guy that lived too far away! Afraid she would lose it and cry in front of her employees, she stormed off into her office and slammed the door.

When she would tell this part of their story to her friends, she would say that she debated calling Ayano for a long time, but this wasn't the case. The moment she set eyes on her desk's phone, she found his number and dialed it. It was about 2:00 in the morning in Romania, but she didn't care.

"Alo?" he answered, not sounding especially sleep-ridden.

"Ayano..." she sobbed into the phone the moment she heard his voice.

"Baby, baby, what is it?" he asked in a worried voice. She sniffled, trying to pull herself together. "What happened?!"

"Ayano, I'm having a really bad day." she croaked, the crying making it difficult to speak. She hated her crying voice.

"Jada, tell me what happened." he asked.

"The sound system at the gallery doesn't work, I'm really hungry, and you live halfway around the world! I miss you so much." she choked, going into her private bathroom to grab some toilet paper in lieu of the Kleenex she never remembered to buy.

"Oh, dragostea mea... " he chuckled a little. "Jada, it's okay. You had me worried."

"You should be worried! I feel like shit!" she complained.

"I know, I know. I do, too. No one wants to be around me here, I just keep snapping at everyone." he sympathized.

"It feels like I'm about to puke up my heart." she said sorrowfully. He laughed for a moment and made a compassionate 'aww' sound like he thought she was being adorable. "Stop!"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry."

"This is serious!!" she scolded him.

"Yes, we have to figure out something." he said.

"I'm never like this." she said defensively, still sniffling.

"I'm a wreck, too." he reassured her.

"No, you're not. You're not crying like a twelve year old schoolgirl."

"Hey, I'm... brooding. I was driving 160 kilometers an hour today." he explained. She wasn't quite sure why heartache would make him drive fast, but that is what he offered, so she assumed it was how men handle this sort of thing. Ayano sighed. "Please Jada, I'm begging you, you have to get on a plane tomorrow."

"I could come for a little while, but what are we going to do after that?" she asked, curling up on her couch. She wanted to know if she should try to get over him now, before it was even harder.

"Who cares? It'll work itself out later. We are both falling apart like this. And I can't leave here now, there are so many Romanian families counting on my company to put food on their tables. I have to get so many things set up before I can possibly leave again. Worry about later later." he reasoned.

"Okay, I'll come. Tomorrow." she agreed.

"Let's see... there are a few flights landing in Bucharest tomorrow. Can you get on a 8:40 pm flight to Frankfurt?" he asked.

"Is there anything earlier?" she said, not bothering to hide her impatience.

"Just a 6:10 pm through Charles DeGaulle."

"That's fine." she said, feeling immensely relieved.

"I'll send you a car to get you to the airport. It will arrive around 3 pm. The driver's a friend of mine, Carlo. He'll get you anything you need." he said, planning for her in case she ran late, which she would.

"What's your place like in Bucharest?" she asked.

"Oh, it's just hideous."

"I'm sure."

"Do you want to shop for some new art while you're here? I would love your help acquiring some new pieces." he proposed.

"Maybe..."

"It will be fun for you while I'm at work. I'll have one of the office girls take you around some museums and galleries."

"I can't wait to see you."

"You get in at 3:20. I'll come get you. I can't wait."

"I always used to hate people who make out at the airport..." she said.

"There's a first time for everything, my dear." he told her.

"See you soon." she said, feeling so excited she was lightheaded.

"See you soon. You're all I think about." he confessed.

"I'll be thinking about you tonight." she was in danger of gushing. It was too soon, she thought.

"Bye, iubi." he said.

The next day, Jada walked by a Barnes & Noble on the way to work. Curiosity made her look up "yoo-bee" in a Romanian/English dictionary. Once she got the spelling right, a smile spread across her face when she found out it meant "love" or "beloved." It was cute and it didn't gross her out. She bought the dictionary, feeling like she had the best man on earth.

REUNION IN THE SHOWER

Jada got off the plane in Bucharest wearing her favorite blue tie-dye minidress with beaded embroidery, accompanied by butterflies in her stomach. This was crazy. She was neglecting her whole life to frolic around Europe with a boy. Well, a man. A man almost old enough to be her father. But, she wasn't being totally irresponsible. She would be back in time for Fashion Week in Gotham, she told herself. Although, she had conveniently forgotten to run this decision by any of her friends and told everyone at work there was a family emergency.

Ayano was waiting for her among the crowd, trying to hide his very pleased expression. This was the game they played sometimes; who was cooler, who was more aloof, casual, not feeling as deeply as the other. For once, he wasn't wearing anything dark or black. He had on an aqua linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and lightweight gray pants. Even his shoes were casual- some woven slip-ons.

As Jada got closer to him, she saw that he had a long stem rose in his hand. It was hard to say who lost this round of Who's Cooler. She ran to him, held him, and kissed him far more passionately than she would have liked to in public. People were watching, but she couldn't help it. He reciprocated just as enthusiastically. When they took a step back, he looked the happiest she had ever seen him. He handed her the rose.

"The rest are in our bedroom," he said in a low voice.

"I like the summer look," she commented, her face glowing from being smitten and embarrassed at the same time.

"You're here at the best time of the year. We'll go to the Black Sea this weekend. C'mon, let's go get your bags," he held her other hand as they walked to the baggage claim and then out to a waiting Daimler limousine. He signaled for whoever was driving to stay up front, held the door for Jada himself, and took care of her bags.

He got in and sat beside her. Now that they were in a slightly more private setting, pulling away from the airport, they could make out and grope to their hearts' content. He stopped himself as he caught himself caressing further along her thigh.

"Didn't you have a limousine with tinted windows?" she asked breathlessly.

"That would be an invitation to get pulled over," he grinned. "And no, I don't. We will just have to restrain ourselves for the next twenty minutes."

She pushed him back against the window and kissed his neck while her fingers zealously gripped and climbed his thigh, barely able to stop herself.

"La naiba..." he said, exhaling tensely. "I'm going to fuck you for a week when we get home," his words eeking out between his clenched teeth.

"I won't stop you," she said, relenting and resting her head on his chest. "I missed you so much, Ayano," she admitted, her hug absorbing the relief from her heartache.

"Me, too," he told her, playing with her hair affectionately. "How long do I have you for?" he asked.

"The only thing I really can't miss is Fashion Week, the second week of September. All of the beautiful people in the world come to Gotham and I have to make sure they buy art and tell everyone how avant-garde my gallery is."

"Operations here will be able to manage without me by then, certainly. Which reminds me, do you want to come to Monaco with me next weekend?"

"Monaco? Like, Princess Grace? Yes, of course! What for?"

"A group of Swiss bankers is hosting a special weekend event at some casino there. They pay for everything all weekend in the hopes that we will invest our money with them. I prefer to invest my money in Romania but the Swiss are very good with money... Anyway, it's a good chance to catch up with old friends and gamble. Stay at a fancy hotel for free."

"That sounds fabulous."

"It is. I'm so lucky to have a date that will make everybody so envious..." he said smoothly.

"Everybody? I don't think so..." she said modestly. "How are you going to introduce me?"

"As Jada Versailles," he said. He tried to look innocent, like he wasn't avoiding the task of naming their relationship.

"You don't want to tell everyone I'm your... paramour? That we're having a liaison?" she teased, kissing his chin through his prickly facial hair.

"No... But I can call you whatever you like in the bedroom," he said slyly, kissing her back on the lips. Jada decided to drop the subject, although she did not usually go out of her way for men that hadn't explicitly professed their intentions in the relationship.

Things were getting heated again by the time they pulled up to his place in a good-looking neighborhood of Bucharest. Ayano got out of the car first and had the driver that she didn't know take in the luggage. His house was in a densely populated downtown area but behind iron gates and set back a ways from the street. The streets were made of cobblestone with old-fashioned street lights every few feet. Within the gates, the stone exterior of the mansion had columns, archways, and magnificent ornamental details.

As Jada got out of the car, she was taking in the sights when Ayano whispered in her ear "I can't find the words to tell you how happy I am you're here."

"Maybe you can show me," she said, taking his hand. "Where's your shower? I want to wash the plane ride off me."

"The master bedroom is upstairs on the left," he told her as he opened the door for her. The first thing she saw was the grand spiral staircase. It was a light-colored wood in art deco style with matching parquet floors. They went up into the equally impressive bedroom. It had mostly modern elements and a slightly darker feel to it. He had installed decorative copper pipes to border the bookshelves, which provided an interesting contrast to the grey paneling on the walls and the dark red curtains. The bathroom had a large, open shower with slate tiles all around.

"You like?" he asked.

"I like," she replied with a smile. "I'm going to get in..."

"I'll bring your bags," he called behind his shoulder.

Jada got undressed and started the shower. In a few moments, she heard Ayano return and put down her luggage. He cracked the door to the bathroom and watched her from the doorway. She smiled at him seductively as the hot water and soap streamed down her soft breasts and lean stomach. After she rinsed her long black hair, she locked eyes with him and let her fingers wander downward. There was no way she could delay gratification anymore. He had to want her. She spread open the perfectly waxed lips of her pussy, showing him the delicate pink interior. She leaned back against the slate wall, massaging herself and moaning gently. He excitedly stepped out of his shoes, took off his leather belt, and held her underneath the stream of the shower, soaking his clothes. One hand carefully held her cheek as he kissed her urgently while the other attentively explored her pussy.

Jada loved that he couldn't wait to undress to ravish her. It gave her a rush. She felt the heaviness of missing him that had been with her for days dissipate. Her body no longer had to crave him. She undid the buttons of his linen shirt and threw it aside. He lifted one of her legs up to rest on the edge of the bathtub and skillfully worked his fingers inside her one at a time. The feeling of tingling and throbbing crept up her stomach and percolated in her chest, making her feel weightless and drifting. The sound of her varying moans, sometimes in surprise or in helplessness or in appreciation, echoed throughout the bathroom. She loved that he was so gifted in the art of foreplay.

"Damn, you turn me on so much!" he moaned, sliding down to put his mouth on her clit while he carefully fucked her with his fingers.

The last few days were so difficult, and now here she was, in the steam and hot water with her lover-- she didn't have to be away from him again if she didn't want to. She let herself trust him to do what he pleased, crying out as softly as she could. She didn't want to be a screamer.

"Fuck, your sweet little pussy tastes so good..." he murmured, licking and worshipping her between her legs. Jada leaned against the slate walls of the shower and he put one of her feet up on his shoulder in order to spread her pussy wider. His tongue was releasing all the tension in her body. He could taste her cum and his fingers slid easily in and out of her pussy. Her cries echoed throughout the stone bathroom.

She gave in to an orgasm. He felt her contract and greedily tasted her as she came. He stood up to kiss her and she quickly took off his pants and boxers. She kissed down his chest, played with his sensitive pierced nipples, and dropped to her knees.

Ayano never let her down, his rock-hard cock ready to go. She kissed his cut abs, each kiss moving slowly and firmly down a treasure trail to his cock. She felt him breathe slowly in anticipation during her last tantalizing kiss right above his pubic hair. Her lips took care of his head and shaft slowly, drawing out each sensation as she added her tongue and her fingers. The physical acts of love only rarely meant very much to her in the past, especially blowjobs. But now they expressed her tender emotions so well in this moment. She used to just get them over with to satisfy her partner, but this was different. She knew she was making him feel so good and she loved it. She imagined that his voice expressed an appreciation and vulnerability she hadn't sensed before as he moaned.

"Iubi, I need to make love to you. You feel so good..."

Jada stood up, pressing their naked bodies together as she kissed him again. He turned her around to have the wall support her upper back. Then, he lifted one of her legs up high above his hip and held it there. She kissed him passionately as he put his throbbing cock into her pussy. Her hips were coming forward to meet his, giving him lots of room to grab and spank her ass. The slapping sound was magnified by their wet flesh and the acoustics of the room.

She had been balancing on one of her legs, but she wanted him even deeper inside of her. She stood on her tiptoes to have his dick rock her up against the wall even harder. He lifted both of her thighs up, carrying her weight with his muscular arms. Jada was impressed by how strong he was, being able to bounce her up and down while not even using the wall for support anymore. She clutched his shoulders and back.

"Use your nails," he grunted, letting her drop on to his cock before raising her again. She obliged him, clawing at his shoulder blades as she gently bit his neck. This seemed to do it for him. He leaned her upper back against the wall once more, pressing inward one more time. Their tongues tangled briefly until he cried out as he came inside her. She joined him in climax.

The carnal sounds they made, their flesh slapping against the other's, was everything they had been missing. Jada felt like the empty spaces at the core of her being could only be filled by Ayano. They held each other, their hearts beating rapidly and their chests rising and falling to take in more air. There were no words, only touch and sound would do in this moment. She didn't care what they did for the next few weeks so long as she could have him like this every day.

WHAT TO DO IN BUCHAREST

Ayano's house in downtown Bucharest had many people coming and going. Jada got reacquainted with Dumitru and Sergei, among others. It seemed that they were taking her repeated presence as an indicator to be friendlier and acknowledge her more. The way he was introduced, she could tell that a Greek guy around her age named Nikos was another key member of Ayano's company and circle of friends. He had dark blonde hair, some of it bleached blonder by the sun or possibly a hairdresser. It seemed that he was in the white collar division of Ayano's workforce, the only one who regularly wore a suit and talked about legitimate business all the time. He always seemed concerned around her, as if she were bad luck, a problem waiting to happen.

During the day, Ayano spent time at his office, the metallurgy lab, or on site at the mines themselves. Ayano had made his fortune in metallurgy, developing high tech applications for the metals from the mines he inherited in Northern Romania, which employed hundreds upon hundreds of men. Jada was told by several different employees that Ayano was a metallurgy genius, able to procure mixtures of metals that take years to perfect. While Ayano was at one of the mines again, Dumitru offered to show her around the markets and shops within walking distance.

"You can get pastries, coffee, fruit... there's a butcher shop down that way. That's the Metro stop, but it's not like the subway in Gotham City. It's slow and overcrowded. The traffic up here is a problem, too. One of us will drive you anywhere you need to go," he told her, strolling leisurely instead of zipping around for once.

"Do you ever go to Gotham?" she asked.

"Sure, all the time. I do a lot of the hardware application projects there. Here, I mostly do computer systems and all the permits and safety stuff. And the Răz-nevă, once a year. My girlfriend Antonija lives here so I try to get as much work as I can in Romania." He smiled modestly. She noticed he had a toothpick in the corner of his mouth. Was that supposed to make him look more gangster?

"Oh, how long have you been together?" she asked him. She was glad he was the one to take her around the city. Sergei wasn't exactly the kind of guy she could have a heart-to-heart with and Nikos couldn't even make eye contact with her.

"Two years now. She works at a nice department store. If you want to look at art galleries and go shopping, she can take you around," he said as they circled back and headed to the house again.

"I'd like that. I have to find things to do while Ayano's at work. I'm here for the rest of the summer."

"Well, on the weekends we usually all head out to different resorts along the Black Sea coast. Ayano rents out villas or a couple rooms at a hotel. You'll love it, it's a lot of fun," he told her.