I lived with three other students in an apartment while I studied abroad in Finland for a semester. First, there was Thomas, a tall, loud German guy who liked to drink beer and studied something about Norse literature that I never cared to learn about.

Then there was Svetlana, a carefree and curvy Russian girl who didn't mind showing off her body around the house, often in just her underwear, and flirting with Thomas without shame.

Kimiko was the last person on the list. Oh God, how do I even begin to describe her? She was a Japanese girl with long, dark hair that had a little wave in it. Her face was so beautiful that it could stop your heart. I have always liked almond-shaped eyes, and hers were perfect. She wasn't as curvy as Svetlana, but I couldn't stop thinking about her small, perky breasts and tight little ass.

Living under the same roof with temptations like that? Yeah, it wasn’t easy.

Kimiko was more reserved than Svetlana–she didn’t strut around in just a bra and panties–but that only made my imagination work harder. I’d catch myself wondering what those soft pink lips could do… or her dainty hands… or those absolutely mouthwatering feet–yeah, I’ve got a foot fetish. And of course, I couldn’t help but fantasize about the treasure she was hiding between her legs.

As for me, I wasn’t exactly a ladies’ man then–and honestly, I’m still not. I wasn’t shy or awkward around women, but I definitely wasn’t smooth or charming either. Thomas and Svetlana were out there, flirting openly and without any filter, but with Kimiko, there was this quiet, simmering tension between us that neither of us seemed ready to break. Maybe it was our cultural differences–I knew Japanese people tended to be more reserved about physical stuff–but honestly, that just made me want her even more.

Now and then I tried to make progress with a compliment or a joke. One evening, for example, after Svetlana and Thomas had gone out, I joked with her, "Surely they're in a relationship! We should join in on the fun and get engaged too, don't you think?"

Kimiko giggled, visibly embarrassed at this joke, and all she could muster was a dismissive, "Stop being foolish, Steven!”

A few afternoons later, Kimiko and I found ourselves alone once again.

With a sly glint in her eyes, she turned to me and asked, "Would you like to come with me to the sauna?"

I forgot to tell you that our house was a small cottage in the suburbs. As is often the case in Finland, it was equipped with a small sauna, where we often sought relaxation and warmth on cold days–which are most of the year in Scandinavia. Normally, we would use it alone, or at most with someone of the same sex–Thomas with me, Svetlana with Kimiko. If there happened to be a boy and a girl, nothing much happened because we were all wearing swimsuits. Sure, Svetlana's was absurdly meager, and her breasts were hard to miss, but I'd rarely shared a sauna with her. With Kimiko there were slightly more occasions, but even in that case, nothing had happened.

I thought about it for a few seconds and then replied, "Sure, why not?"

A few minutes later, I was sitting on the wooden bench in the sauna, wearing my black shorts.

Kimiko showed up a little later and caught me completely off guard with the tiniest milk-colored bikini I’d ever seen. It clung to her body like a second skin. My eyes went straight to her dark nipples, clearly visible through the thin fabric, and the soft patch of black pubic hair showing beneath–clearly, she didn’t shave.

She didn’t seem to notice the costume’s effect–or if she did, she didn’t care. She looked perfectly at ease.

A shiver ran down my spine, and she caught it.

“Are you okay, Steven?” she asked, her voice soft.

I nodded.

Kimiko smiled at me, but it was different from her usual shy grin–more... teasing, maybe? I couldn’t tell if she meant to have that effect or if it just happened. Same with when she walked past me, giving me a full view of her firm cheeks barely covered by that tiny thong as she settled on the bench across from me. Instinctively, I covered my crotch with my hands, silently hoping I wouldn’t embarrass myself.

“I wanted to try on this new swimsuit,” Kimiko said nonchalantly after sitting down. “How does it look on me?”

"Well," I searched for the right words. "You are a 10. I mean, you always are, but in this swimsuit you're an 11!"

Kimiko burst out laughing.

I’ll spare you the rest of the conversation–we chatted about this and that, how our studies were going, random stuff. Every now and then, I poured some fragrant water over the hot stones, releasing clouds of steam and rich aromas that wrapped around us like something out of a dream.

As time passed, the sauna did its work. The heat built up, and soon sweat was glistening on our half-naked bodies.

At one point, while we were talking about a book we were both reading–I can’t even remember which one–I let my eyes drift to Kimiko. Her long black hair was drenched, and tiny droplets shimmered across her pale skin. Her breathing had grown deeper, slower. She looked like she’d just had amazing sex.

That thought alone made my cock twitch, and I instinctively covered my lap again, silently praying she hadn’t noticed.

For her part, the Japanese girl suddenly stood up and turned around to give me another look at her firm buttocks. Then she lay down on the bench, on her stomach, and asked me, "Do you want to give me a massage, Steven?"

"Of course!" I replied with genuine enthusiasm.

A few minutes later, I was leaning over Kimiko and rubbing oil into her back. Her skin was soft under the firm touch of my fingers. I could feel the tension slowly melting away as sighs of pleasure escaped from her lips.If I’d closed my eyes, I could’ve sworn those sounds were soft moans. The thought sent another shiver of excitement down my spine.

At one point, I asked, “Everything okay?”

From her back, I moved my hand lower to her legs, making her moan a little louder, and from there I moved down to her feet. I started with the right one. I oiled it well, then took it in my hands and stroked the soles vigorously with my thumbs. Kimiko gasped for air.

"Are you all right?" I whispered, excited.

She stuttered, her cheeks flushing as she struggled to find the words. "Y–yes, it's just so intense. I've never felt anything like it."

I smiled and guided my fingers gently over the arch of her feet. "Feet can be an incredibly erogenous zone. And yours are very beautiful too. A work of art."

Kimiko was used to my playful compliments, but this time my words made her shudder. Or maybe it was my thumbs.

After a while, I switched to the other foot. I admit that I lingered on those beautiful extremities longer than I should have, so Kimiko exclaimed, "I didn't know you were a foot fetishist, Steve!"

"I'm a man full of surprises," I replied and then became bolder and asked, "Can I kiss them?"

I admit that I had expected a playful rejection, as had happened on previous occasions when I had gone too far jokingly. Instead, the Japanese girl hesitated for a few moments and then commanded me with a serious tone, "Focus on massaging my thighs now. Maybe you'll get to kiss my feet later."

Kimiko’s sudden firmness surprised me, but I obeyed immediately, letting go of her left foot and running my hands up her ankles and legs. I concentrated my caresses on the inside of her thighs so that my fingers kept touching her most sensitive spot.

Kimiko’s reactions puzzled me once again. As my hands moved lower, the tension in her body was unmistakable–she stiffened, a subtle but clear reaction. Yet, instead of pulling away, she shifted slightly, lifting her hips and parting her legs just enough to invite me closer.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her–her firm, round ass shining under the sheen of oil, the tiny fabric soaked and clinging tightly to every curve.My hands moved over her smooth, oiled skin, following every curve and feeling the warmth beneath my touch.

The air between us grew charged, heavy with unspoken desire. I squeezed it like a pillow, and with no words spoken, she let me do it. I felt euphoric, and her docility started my cock to swell. Soon my boner was pushing against my underwear, harder than ever. Trying to conceal the excitement was futile, but fortunately Kimiko couldn't see it from her position.

After that, my hands slid back up to her shoulders, but her bra was in the way–so without hesitation, I gently unclasped it and slid it off.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Kimiko exclaimed, just as I expected.

I smiled and reassured her, “Don’t worry. As long as you stay lying down, no one will see a thing. It’s just for a better back massage.”

She seemed convinced by that and didn’t protest.

Meanwhile, my erection was stubbornly standing at full attention–almost painfully so. Maybe it was the sauna heat or just the tension between us, but I couldn’t help but say, “We have a problem.”

“What problem?” she asked, not catching on at first.

When she opened her eyes, she saw my underwear stretched tight like a circus tent, with my fully erect cock straining beneath.

“Steeeve!” Kimiko gasped, cheeks flushing bright red.

I quickly saw two things. The first was that Kimiko did not appear scandalized by the sight of my boner; in fact, she continued to stare at it. The second was the movement of her lower lip slipping beneath her upper teeth, an unmistakable expression of interest and curiosity.

Kimiko aroused? Impossible! I shoved that thought aside and said, “I can’t just do anything about it–cutting it off isn’t exactly an option. Actually, maybe I’d feel better if I just took off my boxers.”

At that point, the situation was already set in motion–there were only two possible outcomes: either Kimiko would play along with my little game, or she’d leave, scandalized.

Once again, that sweet Japanese girl surprised me.

“Go ahead. Take them off already,” she said, almost like a command.

I was so taken aback by her boldness that it took me a moment to react, but eventually my hands moved on their own to the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down mechanically. My boner sprang free, deep purple from the blood rushing through it.

“Oh my God, it’s huge!” Kimiko whispered, eyes wide with awe.

"My self-esteem thanks you," I laughed.

In truth, I've a penis of average length, but in the eyes of an Asian woman, used to smaller ones, my penis must have looked gigantic!

"It's huge," she kept saying.

Then she slowly raised her hand and stretched out for my meat stick. I remained motionless, waiting for the moment her fingers would wrap around my shaft. Instead, at the last second, Kimiko stopped and withdrew her hand.

For a few seconds, I worried she might pull away and end the unexpected, intense moment. But instead, Kimiko sat up, letting her bra slip off without a care.

“Come here,” she said softly, her voice dripping with seduction as she brushed her breasts with one hand.

I knew exactly what she wanted.

In the next instant, I was kneeling before her, eagerly sucking her left nipple while my fingers fondled and kneaded her right breast.

Then, something caught my attention–the top of one of her feet, though I couldn’t tell which, gently stroked my rock-hard cock. It was too deliberate to be accidental. My suspicion was confirmed as my cock found itself softly pressed between the sole of one foot and the top of the other, and they started moving in perfect rhythm. The slow, sensual footjob sent shivers through me.

We stayed like that for about a minute before I pulled back and said, “Now I want you to suck it.”

"Okay," she said, now uninhibited, though with a slight blush on her pale cheeks.

I sat down on the bench. Kimiko crouched on all fours, leaned down over my cock, and instantly began licking it, sliding her tongue up and down from the balls to the glans, then back from the glans to the balls, repeatedly. When she had properly moistened my shaft, she put it in her mouth and sucked it with a voracity I had only seen in porn videos.

Neither at that time nor after I asked her how much experience she had with oral sex, but based on what she did to me, I'm sure she had plenty of practice. And it did not appear that the size of my member caused her any difficulty. Several times she completely swallowed my cock and gave me a deep-throat that made me reach for the sky.

By this point, I was moaning freely, unconcerned that Thomas and Svetlana could hear us.

Obviously, I did not ignore my chick's own pleasure. I placed my hand into her underwear and discovered that her pussy was already slightly wet. My fingers slipped in like a knife in butter.

Kimiko groaned but continued to passionately suck my cock.

When she paused, I said, “Alright, let’s keep going.”

I helped her lie face down on the bench and slipped off her underwear, now soaked with oil and her own juices. My hands moved over her bare butt, massaging, kneading, and gently squeezing the soft flesh between my fingers.

I displayed the brown rugged anus, and a nasty thought sprang to my mind. I smiled happily and directed my member at Kimiko’s asshole.

She didn't flinch, but she did raise her hips. My shaft was shining with her saliva, and the massage oil I had put on her arsehole earlier had made it slippery. I wasn't surprised when I went into her anus without any trouble.

At that point, I grabbed her by the hips and slowly and deeply sodomised her, with the oil making it easier. Kimiko cried out in high-pitched moans, trembling all over.

“Do you like it?” I asked her in a rough voice.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she replied after a sharp groan.

It was clear she was lost in pleasure. Still, I checked, “Does it hurt at all?”

“No, not at all,” she said. “It feels amazing!”

I was lost in the pleasure, fucking her hard and deep, sliding relentlessly in and out of that tight asshole. Every thrust drove me crazier, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever. The question burned in my mind–where the hell would I unload? Deep inside her ass? On her trembling back? Or maybe splattered all over those perfect little feet?

As I pulled out, Kimiko’s voice snapped through the haze, sharp and demanding, “What the fuck are you doing? Put it back in!”

A wicked smile spread across my face. “Calm down, you filthy little slut,” I growled. “I’m going to fuck that tight hole of yours again–and hard.”

I slid back into her ass, and almost immediately, she started howling with pleasure again. I came quickly, letting out a low, animalistic groan as my release flooded into her.

After a moment, I pulled away from Kimiko’s trembling, satisfied body. She lay there on her stomach and murmured, “I’ve never felt anything like this before... but it feels good.”

I just nodded in agreement.

"But now you owe me an orgasm," she said, then she changed positions and lay back on the seat.

I barely hesitated–I dove right in, licking her warm, hairy pussy like I hadn’t eaten in days. It took me less than two minutes before she shuddered and screamed out her release.

By then, my cock was rock hard again, eager for more. I stood up, my shaft rubbing against the wet opening between her thighs. Kimiko didn’t resist; instead, she looked up at me with sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes and gave a faint nod.

I eased in slowly, savoring every inch as she whispered softly, “Fuck me, Steve.” The words were half command, half desperate plea. When my groin pressed deep against hers, a low moan escaped her lips.

I started fucking her hard right away–her pussy was slick and welcoming. Kimiko dug her nails into my back, and the sharp sting only made me groan louder, caught between pain and pleasure.

“Do you like it? Are you enjoying this?” I asked, though her moans said it all.

“Yes,” she murmured breathlessly, “you’re driving me crazy–but I love it. It’s incredible... wonderful. Don’t stop.”

The intercourse lasted a long time, but when I reached my peak, I emptied my cum into Kimiko’s womb. I flashed her a lustful gaze while panting for air, then tried to move away, but she clung to me with her arms and legs in a wet embrace.

We stayed tightly in that position for I don't know how long before breaking the embrace.

“You know,” Kimiko said softly, a hint of shyness in her voice, “I’ve actually wanted to do this with you for a long time.”

“So it was all planned?” I teased. “The sauna invite, the skimpy swimsuit, the massage request–everything?”

She smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. “Maybe.”

We kissed and hugged for a little longer before going back inside to take a cool shower.

Sex with Kimiko became a daily routine. When my semester abroad finished, we had to painfully say goodbye, but I still treasure the delightful memories of our intercourse. We are still in contact. She is now married to a Japanese man, and I am married to an American lady. Despite being faithful spouses, we periodically send each other spicy texts or fantasize about having sex again.

Maybe I'll organize a trip to Japan soon. What do you think?