Love Around the World 10: Japan

Walking to the counter, I smiled at the lady behind the desk and told her my destination.

*****

I was nervous as hell as I walked down the street. I thought I was being either completely and utterly stupid or I was going to have my heart broken. But I also didn't want to live with any more regrets. I already lived with one after what happened with Citra. I played off my feelings about what happened with her. I'd been as heartbroken as she'd been.

Knocking on the front door, I had no idea what sort of reception I'd receive. When she opened the door, the fact she almost started to cry straight away suggested I'd made the right choice, dumping my bags and taking her in my arms.

"I had to come back," I whispered, "I haven't stopped thinking about you."

"And I you," Hinata whispered back, "I never thought..."

"Hinata... Before we even start something, I'll be honest about my time in Akita."

"I don't need to know, Mark. You're here now for me." She lifted her eyes, using my thumbs to dry her cheeks. "Is that why you're here?"

"I didn't want to leave the first time," I admitted, "But after my time with Noriko, I knew that if I didn't come back and at least tell you what I was feeling..."

"Would I have liked her?"

I couldn't help but chuckle. "She reminded me of you in many ways. Probably why I liked her."

"And now you're here to be with me?"

"Would you like to at least try?" Taking her hands in mine, I made sure her eyes never looked away. "I have no idea how this will work. I don't want you to leave here, so that means I stay with you somehow."

"Despite the fact I'm so much older... And you're still so young... What about children and..."

"I don't care about the age difference, and I'm not worried about having children." I paused and leaned closer. "Women can have babies in their forties though."

She blushed at the idea as I moved my hands to her back, pulling her closer as her hands rested on my chest. That first kiss spoke volumes of our feelings for each other, only breaking apart so I could pick up my things and carry them inside. As soon as the front door was shut and locked, we resumed our kiss as she led me through the guest house towards her bedroom.

"No wasting time," she whispered, "I wanted to make love all the time while you were here. I just couldn't because you were going to leave."

"I'm going to look into a visa," I assured her, "I speak, read and can write the language."

"You'll do all that to stay here?"

"Absolutely."

Undressing each other slowly, fingers and lips found their way to places on each other's bodies as we eventually ended up naked. When my hard cock was exposed, she wasn't hesitant in wrapping her soft fingers around it.

"So thick," she whispered with reverence, "I haven't made love... It's been too long, Mark..."

Lying back on the bed, she learned quickly that I loved to provide pleasure for my lover, earning moans and whimpers as I slowly kissed, licked and sucked every inch of her upper body, including those breasts and hard nipples begging for attention, feeling her squirm as I have no doubt that she was experiencing things not felt in years.

Kissing down her soft body, I made her groan as I purposely avoided her pussy though couldn't help inhaling her delicious scent, kissing down each of her thighs, all the way to her little feet, making her giggle as I kissed back up and spread her legs wider.

"Wow, such a pretty little pussy," I stated softly, pressing my nose to her pubic region, "My god, Hinata... Men should be lining up to worship this pussy."

"Will you worship it now, Mark?" she asked, glancing up to see her blushing, smiling rather shyly.

I answered that question by ensuring she enjoyed a series of climaxes over the next hour that left her resting against my chest with my arms wrapped around her, crying quietly as she admitted to experiencing feelings that she never thought she'd have again. Caressing her back, I whispered my apologies for leaving, even admitting to guilt for what I had with Noriko.

"No," she insisted softly, "We'd made no promises to each other. We had simply enjoyed time together, a brief affair that wasn't even physical. We liked each other, that was all. I'm glad you had time with her... Was it because of her that..."

"With her, it was purely physical. Sure, we did like each other a lot, but what I felt for you, Hinata..." I swallowed before I admitted, "I was honestly terrified of how quickly I had some very intense feelings for you."

Rolling onto her back and taking me with her, she reached down and gently grasped my cock to guide it inside her. Holy shit, she was so fucking tight, I couldn't believe it, groaning so loudly that she couldn't help but giggle. "No-one is here," she assured me, "We can make plenty of noise."

"I'll be gentle..."

"I wanted to make love so much the first time you were here. As soon as I saw you again, I wasn't going to be scared any longer."

We learned that first time making love we were perfect for each other, figuring each other out so quickly, it was that word again. Scary. How our bodies moved together, how I felt inside her, how she explained I felt when gently thrusting into her, the feelings we were experiencing together as we made love and before I finally climaxed, grunting as I emptied inside her.

"That's it," she cooed, feeling her fingers stroke my back, "Fill my pussy, my handsome gaijin."

"Don't be shy if you like dirty talk..."

"I do love dirty talk... It's just very new and I'm not sure..."

Lifting my head, I met her eyes. "You have such a tight little pussy, Hinata. I just want to eat it every day going forward."

Those words made her blush though her eyes lit up with lust. "As long as I get your big cock inside me every night."

"Going to get on your knees and suck it?"

She leaned up and kissed me before growling, "All the way down my throat before you cum."

Then she leaned back, and we both giggled before sharing another kiss as she moved her hand to my cheek. "You helped me feel confident again, Mark," she admitted, "When I was naked in front of you the first time, I had visions of you looking at my body with disgust."

"I thought you were a goddess," I replied, "Such a beautiful woman. It hurts my heart to hear you think you were anything but beautiful."

She needed to ride me, almost pushing me off and sliding up onto my lap, sinking down my cock and riding me like she was possessed. Enjoying one orgasm after the other, she rode me until she simply couldn't take anymore. That's when she burst into tears, and I sat up and held her tightly.

"Thank you for coming home," she whispered.

And that's what sealed it. She thought of that place as home, and in her mind already, I was part of that home.

Waking up in the morning, I opened my eyes to see hers glistening, her fingers on my cheek as she choked back a sob. "I thought it was all a dream," she explained as I pulled her closer, "That I'd wake up to find myself alone in this bed. That I wouldn't feel your seed leaking out of me. That I wouldn't feel your warm body pressing against me." She sobbed again as I held her tightly. "I never thought I'd fall in love again, Mark."

"I'll start today on investigating how I can stay here," I assured her.

"I love you," she whispered, "I knew even after a couple of days."

"I knew... It's why I didn't want to go. But I love you too."

We made love. It was the best sex of my life up to that point. Hinata clutched onto me so tightly as I buried my cock, her legs tight around my waist, hearing her beg me to fill her pussy again and again. The only reason we finally stopped and got up was due to the fact we were both ravenous and couldn't survive on oxygen alone.

Guests did arrive that day as the tourist season was picking up. I stayed out of the way as I didn't consider myself on holiday any longer so could at least focus somewhat on my job though figured that I'd eventually pack that in if I did remain in Japan. Getting a visa might not be an issue, but like most countries, the Japanese were wary of foreigners marrying Japanese citizens specifically for the reason of remaining in Japan.

Hinata did have assistance running the guest house when it filled up with guests over the next couple of weeks. I couldn't be hidden for longer as I was soon introduced to many of her friends, all of them more than aware of exactly who I was. They were all very friendly, the men and the woman alike, and pleasantly surprised that I did speak the language fluently. One or two of them did speak a little English with promises made I'd try and help them learn a little more.

Hinata wondered if she should start to learn a bit due to my nationality, particularly if she were to ever visit Australia with me. I assured her we could start lessons whenever she wanted.

To my surprise, my boss agreed to me working remotely until I either found something in Japan or returned to Australia as I don't think he was entirely convinced I'd remain in Japan permanently. But given that there was next to no time difference, I could participate in team meetings online, and any work I did was on the computer.

Within a couple of months, Hinata and I were living like we were married so the fact I was out and about one afternoon, looking through jewellery stores for an engagement ring probably wouldn't have surprised anyone. I found the perfect ring that suited her as she wouldn't want anything flashy or ostentatious. Returning home, I had to hide the smile as she greeted me with a kiss, a couple of her employees smiling as they were younger girls who I knew were very curious about the foreigner now living with her.

Introducing Hinata to my parents was difficult due to the distance and language barrier. Explaining that she was quite a bit older wasn't really a problem as they were aware I'd had older girlfriends before Citra. When it came to conversation, I played the role of translator. What Mum told me later is that it was obvious that Hinata was in love with me from how she looked at me every time I was talking.

As for her parents, they were a little older and I could see they were wary when I was introduced to them the first time. That remained the case for a few seconds until I spoke to them in the local language without a problem. Her mother couldn't help smiling, her father nodded approvingly, and by the time we finished our meal together, her mother was already organising our wedding.

"You know how happy you make me, Mark," Hinata whispered one evening, "What I've been thinking is that I'm not too old if we really wanted a child together. I went to see my doctor yesterday for tests. He was confident that, if we were to start trying, I shouldn't have any problem falling pregnant. He'll just monitor me closely during any possible pregnancy."

"You're serious?"

"You're the man I love. I had a family with the man I used to love until he decided he didn't need me any longer. Now you're the man I'm in love with, and I want to experience all the joy of having a family again with you."

I walked to our bedroom and retrieved the ring I'd bought, kneeling in front of her. I barely had to say a word as I asked her for her hand, sliding the ring on as I asked her the question that I knew she'd wanted to hear from the moment I'd appeared on her doorstep again.

Given I wasn't a particularly religious person, she asked if I'd be interested in having a Shinto-inspired ceremony. Asking if it meant dressing in traditional clothing and other elements, she could sense my interest and smiled, suggesting we could go as traditional as we liked.

"Fill my pussy," she moaned later that night, "I'm off the pill already, Mark. I'm not sure if I'm fertile yet, but I want to know your cum is inside me, ready to start dripping out of me later..."

"When you know you're fertile, it's a good thing I work from home so I can just fill you up throughout the day."

"I'll stop wearing underwear so you can slide your big cock inside me whenever you want."

"Might surprise the girls who work for you."

That made her snort as I grunted, feeling my orgasm approaching. "They'd just stand there, watch, then throw off their clothes and beg for you to fuck them next." She paused and kissed me. "Don't have ideas about fucking younger Japanese girls. You are mine."

That made me snort in return. "Please, why would I want anyone else when I've got your tight little pussy to fuck all the time?"

"That's the right answer, handsome. This is your pussy. Your body. Your woman to enjoy. As much as this is my cock and you're my man to love."

"I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too. Now fill my pussy. I love feeling you shooting inside me."

I grunted as I came though knew I was smiling as I loved how she had no problem talking dirty to me. I'd be in the small room we'd turned into an office, busy typing away at my laptop, my phone beeping and I'd open to see a dirty message or a selfie from Hinata. I'd occasionally get up and go searching for her, and we'd end up enjoying a very hot sex session to sate our appetites for a few hours.

We had some great news over the next couple of months. My visa was approved with notification that once I was married, gaining citizenship shouldn't be too difficult once I had the paperwork in order. Organising our wedding was rather easy as we had help from her parents and extended family. Friends and family from Australia were all eager to attend. I'd met her daughter more than once already, and she was a real chip off the old block. As for her son, he was curious and a little cautious before I took him out for a couple of beers, returning home later that night the best of friends.

The day of our wedding was the best day of our lives. She looked absolutely sensational while I thought I looked devilishly handsome wearing the traditional costume. It was all rather foreign to me though I'd been coached in what to expect throughout the day. Her parents looked proud as punch. My mother couldn't stop crying. The meeting of the parents for the first time had been amusing considering the language barrier.

The reception later that evening was based more on the western sort with a meal, speeches, dancing and drinking. Everyone had a great time though my now wife had a surprise of her own after we'd danced for the first time, ensuring she was holding my hand when she gazed into my eyes.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered, "The doctor confirmed it two days ago. You're going to be a father."

Yes, definitely the best day of my life.

*****

Epilogue

Hinata is now fifty years old and, my god, she is just a stone-cold fox nowadays. I'm not sure if it's the fact she's on her feet most of the day or what, but she's aging like a fine wine. I can't get enough of my wife. I'm like a dog in heat half the time, unable to keep my hands to myself. Thankfully, Hinata's libido exploded during our relationship and to say our sex life is intense isn't an understatement. If we have a spare half an hour or so without anything to do, she gives me a certain look and we're in our bedroom making love as quickly as possible.

I'm now a Japanese citizen though retained my Australian citizenship at the same time. We've visited Australia more than once, Hinata's English getting better every year and we were raising our daughter in a bilingual house.

Yes, we have a daughter, christening her Hanna. We've only the one child together, but to say there are two women who rule my world would make me smile even on my worst day. I worship my wife and I would die for my little girl, now a precious eight-year-old, and my wife and daughter know I would move heaven and earth to keep both of them as happy as I am.

As for her children from her previous marriage, her daughter returned to Sendai before we'd married and was now assisting her mother with running the guesthouse, expressing regret and sorrow for leaving as the relationship with her father wasn't great and she'd moved for the wrong reasons. As for her son, he was happy living and working in Tokyo, but seeing how happy his mother now was, he was now a frequent enough visitor to keep his mother content, and I got along with him famously.

Hinata had no real ambitions to travel all that much, at least when it came to overseas, but given that she'd spent all her life in Sendai, she hadn't seen all that much of her own country. So that's what we ended up doing each year, catching a flight to somewhere new for a long weekend away. Our honeymoon was spent back in Sydney as she learned about where I'd grown up. She had loved our visit though admitted to preferring our quieter life back in Sendai. I couldn't help agreeing with her.

Her fiftieth birthday had been a fantastic affair. Her parents were both still alive and kicking. Her extended family mostly lived close by. Friends from her life all ensured they were there. Her children made sure the day was as special as possible. And later that night in bed, I made sure my wife had the best orgasms she could remember. She had such a good time, her older daughter was blushing when we met her at breakfast the next morning.

"Thank you for looking after my mother," she stated before giggling.

"I would suggest that when you're my age, you get yourself a younger man," her mother stated, resting her head against my shoulder.

"Enough to make a young woman jealous, mother."

Hanna wandered out from her bedroom with her teddy bear a few minutes later, rubbing her eyes, before wanting hugs with her daddy. Hinata would always have this look in her eyes whenever gazing at me and our daughter, almost a slight sadness that she knew it wouldn't last forever. Then that look would disappear, and she'd smile, leaning over to kiss my cheek before doing the same with Hanna.

I always look back at my life and wonder how things might have been different. The best day of my life was my wedding, and equal to that was the birth of our daughter. But the smartest day of my life was making the decision to return to Sendai when I stood at the counter at Sapporo Airport.

On such a simple decision can the future turn. I just wanted to make sure I didn't live life with any further regrets.