Very much like Aiko:
Like Nyoko:
I recognize that readers have stuck with me for a long time. This post in its entirety probably needs a good edit; and I don’t write particularly good smut. But I have to give a few details of that hotel encounter for you to fully understand why I love my Japanese story.
So I’ll tell you that as Nyoko closed the door behind us I collapsed Aiko into the wall with a hard kiss. I was extremely horny by this time and Aiko paid attention to my hard-on pressed against her belly.
But as soon as the door clicked shut and Nyoko returned, Aiko’s eyes and attention drifted in her direction.
Hmmm. The dynamics of a three-way. Things are supposed to be about me reader. Lodo Grdzak. The self-centered blogger. But in this case it turned out to be Nyoko and me on Aiko.
Course I’m a slow learner, so it took me awhile to realize my purpose. As I was grinding hips with Aiko, Nyoko blew in my ear and made butterfly kisses across the back of my neck. I tried to divide my attention between the two girls--a kiss for Aiko, a kiss for Nyoko; but eventually Nyoko retreated and stiff-armed my face toward Aiko’s with a dismissive hand-gesture that said just kiss her.
Well,..alright. I liked to kiss Aiko. She had a real softness. Femininity. Unlike Nyoko, Aiko returned my energy without trying to match it. Accepted it. Let me squeeze her ass at will and feel-up her dress with an almost detached curiosity. As though she were my canvass, eager to help me create my vision.
As our urgency began to build the room was suddenly illuminated with a burst of light. A flash. Instinctually I turned toward its source, which was Nyoko and her camera. I can’t say what my reaction was; but whatever my expression it caused Aiko to burst into laughter. She pet the top of my bald head, dropped her dress to the floor; put my hands back on her rather full tits as she kissed me with even greater intensity.
And all the while that flash popped-off.
Eventually the three of us were in the bed. I was naked; Aiko was down to her panties. Nyoko was still dressed with her camera, but Aiko insisted that she strip and join us.
Together we scrolled thru the pictures that Nyoko had taken. I couldn’t understand the girls comments; though interpretation wasn’t really needed.
Oooh, that’s dirty.
Oh, that one’s very dirty.
As we scrolled thru the pics Aiko put her hand on my dick and proceeded to jerk me to ultimate rigidity. She eyed it like she had plans. I attempted to push Nyoko’s head down on me but she responded with a slap at my hand. Not angrily; more like you’d swat at a bothersome gnat. You’ve gotta know I’m not doing that. She shared a laugh with Aiko, then went back to her camera. Click. Click. click.
Fortunately, Aiko was more accommodating. She asked Nyoko for what turned out to be a condom and it was Nyoko herself who rolled it down on me methodically. Once Aiko got the okay, she hopped on.
Oh man! That summer’s day (which had passed hours ago) must have easily been 85 degrees. Hot, sticky New York humidity. Plus all that dancing at Pacha. And the grinding and finger-fucking here in the room. Condom or not, Aiko had one wet Japanese pussy.
Once Aiko was on top of me, Nyoko stopped with the pictures. Not that I cared one way or the other, but she wanted to be there for Aiko. Or with her. They were together. Giggling. Moaning. Touching. It was nice of them to include me.
Aiko came very quickly, but I held out as long as I could. Normally a one night-stand such as this would involve at least a half-dozen deviant positions; but I just lay there on my back and stared into Aiko’s soft eyes until I swelled-up full and lost consciousness in empty release.
After that, I could have slept for 18 hours. Easily. Dave Holland and Birdland felt like (3) days ago. My feet ached from the night at Pacha and my spent, middle-aged nuts hung like dumbells between my legs.
I began to spoon-up against Nyoko, who now lay between Aiko and me; but she looked at me incredulously.
“Hey,” she said as she grabbed the digital clock off the night-stand. She pointed to the time, which read 6:40; then inverted her two forefingers into little legs like she’d done at Pacha and pantomimed them walking out.
“..Oh,” I said with disappointment, “I get it.”
Before I tied my last shoe to leave, Aiko was already asleep. (That fast after sex, like a man!). It was Nyoko who gestured apologetically towards all the open suitcases. Their flight left that afternoon. They only had a few hours to sleep.
“Domo arigato,” she said with a genuine smile as I began to make my way towards the door. “Oh!--wait!”
Nyoko handed me her camera and gestured for me to take her picture. She spooned Aiko in bed who radiated with the afterglow of sex. Then another as Nyoko flashed the peace sign. Then another with Nyoko’s eyes closed next to Aiko, ready for bed on their last night. I take really good pictures.
After three pics I handed the camera back to Nyoko and turned to leave. “Arigato Lodo,” she said like a co-conspirator, “New York City thumbs-up!”
New York City. Those last words bounced round in my empty head as I rode the elevator down to the lobby. 'Til I got to the revolving exit doors and stumbled out to 6th Avenue. Blinded by the rising eastern sun, in what seemed an exotic place.
* NOTE: All pics and photos were simply taken off Google Images. Female images and portraits seen herein were used only to enhance the narrative of the story. Many--if not all, of the pics are copyrighted by their rightful owners.
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