He shook his shock of bangs. “No, not my English,” he insisted. “If it is bad to say.”
“Oh!” Kristi smiled. “You mean inappropriate?” This sparked an intense shuffle through his English to Japanese dictionary. Takashi brightened again as he read the translation.
“Yes! Eenappropree-ate,” he read.
“I will tell you,” Kristi assured him. She sat back against the bench.
Takashi scowled, then composed his face and asked, “Will you date with me?”
“Will you go out with me,” she coached. He wrote this treasure in his notebook, read it silently, and continued.
“You are very beautiful,” Takashi proclaimed.
“Thank you,” Kristi answered, and wondered if this was part of the lesson or an actual compliment.
“Do you like Japanese men?” he asked.
Kristi nodded. “Yes,” she answered.
“Have you kissed Japanese man before?” he probed, meeting her eyes.
Kristi considered, and decided the question was allowable. “No,” she answered.
“I would like to kiss you now,” he declared.
So would I, she thought, dwelling on the fine definition of his full lips. Impulsively she said, “Maybe you should, just for practice.”
He nodded gravely, and then leaned forward and placed a cool hand on the back of her neck to draw her closer. She thought he would kiss her gently, but as her lips parted he pressed firmly, opening his own mouth and caressing her lips with his tongue. Kristi nearly fell into him as he released her.
“Was that right?” Takashi asked innocently, but she caught a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
“Right,” she repeated, stymied now. “That was good.”
“Maybe I need practice to make love,” he considered aloud and drew his hand softly over the curve of one breast. His hand fluttered, then pinched her nipple. Kristi looked down at the hand that triggered a sudden pulse in her groin. He released her breast, stroked her cheek instead, and lowered his mouth to her erect nipple.
Kristi moaned as he bit through the silk. Her own hands reached for him as he knelt before her and cupped both breasts. She unbuttoned the starched shirt down to his navel, and slid her hands over his solid, hairless chest. Takashi coaxed her to the floor until they both knelt facing each other.
“I want to feel your ass,” he whispered into the tendrils of hair tickling her ear. Takashi caught an earlobe between his eager teeth and moved his hands behind her until he cradled her ass cheeks. Kristi couldn’t speak, couldn’t think of anything but grasping the bulge beating behind his blue wool trousers. She traced the line of his fly, felt the rock hard erection, and descended until she could rake her fingers along the underside of his balls.
“Iro-poi,” Takashi murmured into her neck. “Sekushi,” he translated, pulling her skirt up from behind. “So sekushi,” he added, rubbing both index fingers along the edge of her panties. Suddenly his lips pushed into hers again, and his tongue darted in to lick her own. Kristi felt the answering warmth under his fingers and the throb of his cock under her own hand.
“I want to feel you,” Takashi groaned, lifting her again to the bench as he grasped the hem of her skirt with his perfect teeth. She watched the top of his spiky head descend to the place where her black silk panties met the inward curve of her stomach. Takashi pulled them down with supple fingers and his tongue touched the tangle of her pubic hair.
“Eat me,” Kristi gasped, arching her back against the wall. A cold rush of air met her pulsing pussy as he backed away to look up into her eyes.
“Eat?” he asked, puzzled.
“Please,” she urged, unable to explain in words. Instead, she pushed his face into her wetness.
Takashi paused to absorb this information. Then he smiled and parted his lips.
“I eat you,” he said, and fastened his lips to her pink clit, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue gathered the liquid pouring from her as two fingers explored her opening. Kristi lifted her right leg to his shoulder and kicked off her shoe. Without a pause, he caught her ankle with his left hand and drove his tongue deeper to meet his fingers. Then he pulled back just enough to lick the root of her clitoris until it swelled with blood. Kristi bucked under his mouth, and he deftly sucked again and then drew away and released the seal of pressure around her clit. She exploded in orgasm and an urgent moan broke from her throat.
Takashi put his pungent mouth to hers, kissing away her sounds of pleasure. “Please be quiet,” he begged. “I need inside you.”
She fumbled for his fly and unbuttoned the top of his trousers as he unzipped them, but missed the inner clasp and could only tug desperately at his waistband. Takashi groaned and pulled the clasp open, revealing white briefs and tip of his uncut cock straining to greet her.
“Oh,” Kristi crooned. “Let me suck on you.” She grasped him as he was standing up, and the skin of his cock slid down to reveal a glistening knob.
“No!” Takashi hissed just as her tongue touched the opening of his cock. “I come too soon,” he confessed and snaked his arms around her to lift her away. Kristi reached up to lace her fingers around his neck as they stood. She felt his warmth graze her pussy lips and then sink into her, and he took her ass in both hands and plunged so deep that her feet left the floor. She felt her panties slip down one leg as he rocked in and out.
His cock felt long and slim inside her, so rigid that it bumped the hood of her labia and rolled over her clit as he withdrew slightly, then penetrated again. She hooked her ankles around his waist so that her thighs strained against the taut muscles of his back with each thrust.
Takashi lifted desperate eyes to hers as they kissed again. His jaw hardened and she knew he was trying not to come too soon. She licked his upper lip and whispered, “It’s all right.”
“Thank you,” Takashi sighed as if released from a promise. He clutched her ass checks and shuddered through one last push, then withdrew deftly and whispered, “I come now.” Kristi crouched over the head of his penis and covered it with her mouth as it exploded. She drank deep for a long moment before she closed her lips over his rod and pulled him into her throat for the last few drops. Takashi took a handful of hair in one hand and urged her gently to her feet. She kissed his lips once and then moved her head to kiss his cheek. Beyond the curve of his damp temple she saw the red light go on.
“The light is on,” Kristi said, and Takashi silently sat her down on the bench and pulled up his briefs and trousers in one motion.
He buttoned his shirt before gathering up his manual and notebook. Then he straightened and bowed to Kristi.
“Thank you for the nice lesson,” he said formally.
“Your fly,” Kristi motioned with a wave of her hand. He looked up in distress. “I mean, your zipper,” she clarified, and he blushed and ducked his head. Is that all? she thought. Thank you for the nice lesson?
“May we continue this lesson next week?” Takashi asked as Kristi stooped to untangle her panties and step into them. She discreetly turned away to rearrange her skirt and felt a tentative hand on her elbow.
“Please continue next week?” he pleaded. Kristi nodded and found her voice.
“Yes, next week. See you next week,” she repeated, and he pushed open the door and slipped through. She saw the stray tail of his shirt poking above his waistband and hissed, “Takashi-san!”
He stopped and took a step back inside the door, turning so that she could glimpse his perfect profile again.
“You’re doing very well with your lessons,” she said briskly, as she tucked the errant tail back into his trousers and hoped he would understand her meaning.
Takashi stood frozen until she withdrew her hand, and Kristi feared she had committed some unforgivable gaffe. Horrified, she moved back and dropped her gaze to allow him a graceful exit.