Her Tokyo Valentine Conquest: An Erotic Short Story (2 page)

Akie looked back and nodded. Still
flushed, she fanned herself with her hand. “Hot in
here.”

Ned reached around her shoulders.
“Here, let me take your coat.” She shrugged it off, along with her
suit jacket. The bustier she wore underneath showed more of her
voluptuous bust than she normally would feel comfortable with at
the office, but since they were no longer at the office she figured
it wasn’t an issue.

Her eyes caught a glance of the view,
and it was stunning. She headed straight for the window. “Wow, you
weren’t kidding!”

Ned came up behind her, placing the
giri-choco on a nearby end-table. “Magnificent, isn’t it?” He was
right behind her, body hovering behind hers. His hand came up to
caress her bare shoulder. Normally, it would have made Akie jump
away. But the wine had her in such a mellow state that she just
enjoyed the tingle it gave her skin.

“
Mmmm…”

His fingers lightly brushed along her
shoulder and up her neck, slowly making their way back down to her
shoulder blade, and then around to her collarbone. Gingerly, they
dipped just below the bodice, along her décolletage. “You enjoy
your view—I’ll enjoy mine.”

She turned her face toward him,
smiling. Everything just felt so okay. All good. Her eyes returned
to the view. His body behind went from hovering to pressing. She
could feel something hard on her ass between the layers of his
pants and hers. His hand crept around to undo her suit trousers.
She was amazed at how expert he was at it; they fell in a heap at
her feet.

“
Akie, you are an American
goddess among Japanese women.” His hands reached around to stroke
her thighs, fingertips playing at the seat of her silk panties. She
moaned. One of his hands moved to unzip the back of the bustier.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. Still, she stood in front of the window
in just her panties, cool and drunk and aroused, staring in wonder
at that view. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex.
She could hear him fumbling with his pants.

In a split second, he slammed her
forcibly against the window. She could feel the cold glass pressing
against her breasts as he tore at the seat of her thong. She let in
a sharp intake of breath, startled but not frightened.

“
Imagine the view 45
floors up from outside, the one of us fucking against this glass,”
he whispered, as he thrust himself between her legs from behind.
Though aroused, she wasn’t quite wet—he urged the tip of his
gigantic penis beyond but it wouldn’t budge. He groaned, spinning
her around and onto her knees. “Open your mouth.” His erect cock
was stuffed into her mouth as he pushed the back of her head. She
thought she would gag, but she was way too drunk to want to object.
He gyrated aggressively. She looked up as he hammered her mouth.
One of his hands held her head, while the other grabbed for the
little package of chocolates. He removed one from the box. She
could feel hot liquid trickle at the back of her throat, and he
removed himself quickly then stuffed her mouth with the chocolate.
“Sweet candy.” She chewed it—liquid caramel. He was still erect.
She felt herself begin to throb with need.

What followed was a sticky-sweet
fuckfest. Ned grabbed another chocolate and broke it open, letting
the soft caramel ooze out onto his fingers. Akie got up, grabbing
him by his tie and backing into the window. “My turn to have some
fun.” She pulled him toward her, placing his messy fingertip
against her nipple. “Your turn for dessert.” Roughly pulling the
noose of his necktie, she forced him to her breasts, where he
sampled the gooey caramel and played her nipples into a
tingle.

“
Delicious,” he said, “But
I bet your juicy cunt tastes even sweeter.” He licked the rest of
the caramel off of his fingers and then moved down to orally
lubricate her orifice. It didn’t take long. Their rough play had
made her realize just how neglected she had become sexually, and
she was like a starved animal being offered fresh meat.

“
I want some more,” she
grunted huskily.

“
You’re gonna get it,” he
hissed back, pushing her hard against the window. He pushed himself
into her, but only went so far in. His endowment was simply too
generous for her under-utilized canal. They both
groaned.

“
On your hands and knees,”
he commanded, aggressively pulling her from the window.

Consumed by the alcohol and her need,
she did as commanded, writhing and arching. “Get that big hard dick
and fuck me already, you cocky bastard!”

“
Shut your trap and take
it like a good girl,” he said, pushing another chocolate into her
mouth. Moving behind her, he finally managed to sheath his thick
stalk completely, and the rest of the chocolate melted in her mouth
as he rammed her hard from behind. “Keep your mouth shut and your
ass in the air.” He grabbed her hair with one hand and dug his
fingers into her meaty lower back with the other, pounding
steadily. It wasn’t long before she could feel herself start to
come hard. When she cried out, he covered her mouth to muffle the
sound. He withdrew with enough time to turn her onto her back, and
he came all over her breasts, grabbing and crushing another
chocolate and mixing its melted shell and sticky core like finger
paint over his ejaculation.

She lay there on the carpet under the
window, smeared in cum and caramel and chocolate, as he went to
wash his hands.

Expecting him to settle back down near
her, she was surprised when he collapsed on the bed and fell
asleep.

Akie hardly knew what to do next. She
couldn’t just join him there on the bed like this. She awkwardly
made her way to the bathroom to clean up. Once done, she made a
move to lay down on the bed next to Ned. “The driver will take you
home,” he mumbled before falling back asleep.

For a minute she stood there, not sure
if what he’d said was meant to be a dismissal or a simple
statement. But when she heard his heavy snoring, she realized that
her purpose tonight in his eyes had been fulfilled. Humiliated,
Akie eased her clothes back on and made the shame-walk out the
door, down the hall and down 45 floors to the waiting company
car.

She never ate chocolate or caramel
after that.

*

When Unchained transferred her to the
L.A. office, Akie accepted it the best she could. She knew she
would be under Ned, and just hoped to make the best of it. She
couldn’t let this ruin her career, as Suzette had done. After all,
it was just sex. Humiliating, mind-blowing, messy sex.

That first day, Ned had called her
into the office. He told her he knew they could both be
professionals, even given certain…events in their history. She
never thought she’d met a bigger asshole, and was resolved to be a
success.

And so it was the eve of another
Valentine’s Day. Danny had asked her if she wanted to have a
special dinner or something, but she explained to him (somewhat
lamely) that she really had no need to do anything for Valentine’s
Day, and that she would rather just lose herself in the Androgynous
Punk international tour marketing campaign that she was gearing up.
She didn’t even realize until she looked out at the dark of the
evening that it was 8:00 p.m. Time to wrap it up.

There was a tap on the frame of her
office door. Ned. She looked up at him. “Ned, I’m just on my way
out.”

“
Akie, I wanted to
just…”

“
What?”

He hesitated. “Look, we never cleared
the air about what happened last year. I was drunk and—didn’t
handle things as well as I could have…”

“
Ned, I’d rather just let
it lie.” Ned started to speak again, but she put her hand up. “It’s
Valentine’s Day. I’m tired. It’s late. I’m going home.” She left
him with his apology hanging on his arrogant mouth.

*

March
14
^th
arrived with more baggage than she ever wanted at the
mid-week point. She had joined Danny at his friend’s wedding up in
Napa last Saturday. She figured it would be the perfect chance to
take their relationship to the next level: an opportunity to get in
good with his friends, in wine country at a charming bed and
breakfast, no less. He’d had the whole thing set up by the book,
complete with a fire on the hearth and bubbles in the bathtub. It
should have struck her as the most romantic evening. But right from
the get-go she just wasn’t feeling it. As idyllic a setting as it
was, the sex itself was just ho-hum. She cut out the minute she was
done getting ready Sunday morning, using the same excuse as always:
Androgynous Punk needed her attention. And the whole way home she
couldn’t stop her mind from flashing images of the intense evening
she had shared with Ned just over a year ago.

Danny must have been in a different
sex scene than she had, because that Monday he had proposed. Akie
felt like total shit, but she had to say no and break it off. There
was just no comparing the sex to what she wanted to forget in
Tokyo. And there was no forgetting.

It was after-hours and
she’d already put in 9 hours non-stop. The sun had gone down
without her taking time to flip the switch in her office. She was
sitting there in the semi-darkness, gazing out the window of her
15
^th
-floor office when she heard the tapping at the doorjamb. Ned
again. And he had something behind his back. “Everything okay?” he
asked.

Akie rubbed her eyes. “What? Oh, yeah,
right on track with unveiling Androgynous Punk live to their new
Tokyo fan base.”

“
That’s not what I meant.
I mean, it’s late, and here you are just sort of…And earlier I saw
that there was some…tension between you and Danny.”

Shaking her head, Akie urged, “Ned,
please, not now…”

He put his hands up. “I’m just
observing. But never mind…Look, I know it doesn’t make up for
anything, but—here.” He moved his hands from behind his back,
revealing a small gift-wrapped package. “Happy White
Day.”

White Day. In Japan, it was men’s
counter-cue to Valentine’s Day, a time for them to return the gifts
offered three-fold. Akie was dumbfounded. “Ned, what…?”

“
Look, I know you said let
it lie, but—I just felt like I should make it right. Not that I
think this could even begin to—well, you know…What happened was
shitty. But I offer you a chance to make amends.” He advanced into
the dimness of her workspace, closing the door behind him. He set
the package on her desk.

She sat there for a moment, regarding
the present silently. She should throw it back in his face, but her
curiosity was too strong. Untying the wire mesh bow, she began
slowly and methodically the process of opening the gift. She was
surprised and thrown by what she saw. “What…is
this—matcha?”

Ned shrugged his shoulders. “I noticed
you drinking it a lot and…Well, my grandma was Chinese and—she used
to tell us that tea could be a symbol for many things, including an
apology…I mean—technically, I’d be pouring this for you but—it felt
weird to come in here hauling a tea tray.”

Akie laughed, despite herself. “You’re
following a Japanese holiday by offering a symbolic Chinese
apology—sort of—in the form of Japanese matcha.”

“
Yeah, well, what can I
say? I’m cross cultural. It’s…nice matcha, you know.”

“
I know, I can tell. Thank
you.” She regarded him there in the dim light. “He proposed,” she
blurted, before she knew what she was saying.

“
Oh! Wow…um…”

Akie shook her head. “No—I didn’t
accept. I…” She sighed. “It may have been one drunken night, but it
really made an impression. Not for romance or anything, but—well, I
never had anything that raw and intense. And satisfying.” She felt
a tingle in her pelvis, thinking of the need that had gone
unfulfilled during her getaway with Danny.

“
Neither have I. You were
something special, Akie.” He regarded her for a silent
moment.

Akie got up. “Well, thank you for
the—Chinese matcha apology.”

“
Truce?” asked
Ned.

“
Yeah,” she said. She
moved in for an awkward hug. He responded by squeezing her a little
too intensely. She buried her face in his neck. He smelled of
cologne and Barbasol. “Wow,” she said, facing him. She realized
they’d never kissed.

“
Are you sure?” he asked,
breathing heavily.

“
No,” she responded,
leaning in and feeling her lips sealing over his. Their tongues
moved together urgently. She allowed them to break briefly. “I just
really need a distraction right now.” She dove right in again. His
arms locked around her, hands moving down to caress her
backside.

He paused. “What is it you need right
now?”

“
I just need to fuck. On
my terms. No strings. Just fucking. And no questions tomorrow,
unless I ask them.”

“
You got it,” he agreed.
And with that he tore open her blouse. Her breasts swelled under
her bra, and he reached in to remove them. He dove his face
in-between, licking the crevice and then lightly tonguing each tip.
It aroused her almost instantaneously. She pushed him onto her
office chair, pulling her skirt up as he quickly pushed his pants
out of the way. He readied himself with one hand while he pulled
her towards him, flicking his tongue over her clitoris while his
fingers dove into her hole, first one until it slid with ease, then
two, then three. He used his thumb to massage more. By the time she
lowered herself facing him, she was in a frenzy and used her hand
to guide him partially into her.