While Keiko was sucking and fucking her English lover, Mark, I was fucking Yoshie.

The second time I saw Yoshie was one Saturday night while I helped out at a friend’s Japanese pub and Yoshie walked in with a woman I knew, and secretly disliked, named Yumi.  I had never forgotten Yoshie with her willowy body and long wavy hair; I had met her at a party a few years before and she would cross my mind from time to time. The night wasn’t busy so I sat down at their table and we had a few laughs. 

Next week I gave Yumi a call and asked her to set up a time for us all to go out together and I promised to bring along a Hawaiian hula instructor who was popular with Japanese women, knowing she would take the man-bait. She readily agreed but the sound of her voice told me she knew my interest in Yoshie was the real reason for my call.

The big night rolled around and we all met up in a dark smoky bar run by an Eastern European bodybuilder with rapidly thinning hair and body odor. The place was loud which made it impossible to hold a conversation without speaking directly into someone’s ear so I focused on Yoshie while the Hula Dancer talked with Yumi.

At some point, our Hula Dancer left us and an Aussie whom I barely knew quickly replaced him. Soon Yumi and the Aussie were all over each other and had seemingly forgotten about Yoshie and I. When I suggested to Yoshie that we go somewhere else, just the two of us, to give them some space, she agreed and Yumi seemed eager to be rid of both of us. By then I had gathered that Yumi had told Yoshie that the only reason I wanted us all to get together was so I could be with her and the fact that she agreed gave me the confidence to just go for it. In Japan, if you can get a woman in your apartment you have a 99% chance of sex so I knew I was getting close.

We went down the street to a new pub run by a man well-known in town. A long, narrow bright place, it had a bar that went on forever; we sat down on the far end with the owner and a single customer at the other end with no one else in the place.

It wasn't long until we were making out in a way that Japanese seldom do in public and I could see that the proprietor was giving us the space to be alone. 

Yoshie was taller than Keiko with long arms and legs and a small chest, but that night she was wearing a bra that made her breasts look bigger, a look that didn’t suit her willowy frame at all. I suspected she thought all white men love big tits. She was wrong. She also had thin narrow shoulders like Keiko and I wished the weather were warmer so she could have exposed them. When she walked away to the ladies room I couldn’t keep my eyes off her ass in tight jeans. The skin on her face, neck, and hands was so pale and soft and I could only imagine what it would be like to be with her naked.

She got back from the ladies room and her blouse had one extra button undone than before and I wanted to kiss the exposed skin so badly. We faced each other sitting on the stools while holding hands under the bar. I didn’t want to let her go but I knew then that I wasn’t ready to take her to a love hotel even though I was confident she would agree - I liked her just too much for that. We talked a little longer with a few more kisses before walking out into the cool night air and said goodnight with a promise to meet again soon.

Keiko called me from Mark’s friend’s place in Tokyo after I got home from my date first date with Yoshie. She told me she had spent the day with him. Mark had run out on an errand so she was alone now and I got her to tell me the details of her day with her tall, skinny, pale Englishman with dark wavy hair.

Knowing how much I love to hear of her escapades and that I would be forced to masturbate, she went into great detail of how he had taken her to lunch, then dinner, with a long stroll around a fashionable area of the city in between, hand in hand. She thought his forearms sexy the way he rolled up his shirt sleeves and that alone made her want to fuck him.

After dinner, they went to his favorite bar and had a few drinks. She repaid him that evening, as expected, with her body by kissing his smooth white chest, flicking her tongue across his nipples as she made her way down his lean torso before she took his cock into her mouth. Her great mass of long thick black hair covered his lap and  Mark would push it out of her face so he could watch her service him properly as he sat on the sofa with a smirk on his face. I had my hand on my cock as she spoke.

Mark loved having Keiko meet him in Tokyo because she was all his the entire weekend and not just for the usual few hours.  He loved knowing there were no strings attached with this young, hot married Asian woman who wasn't going to leave her husband and who only wanted to please and be pleased by this Englishman. Keiko told me how he had enjoyed her tight ass as he had gone at her pussy from behind with his piece of meat.

Then she told me how she lowered herself down on his erect dick and rode him before he picked her up and laid her down to fuck her in the missionary position, thrusting his cock in and out her dripping wet Japanese pussy until she came. His cock not only felt crazy good but also simply different from my rock-hard cock, his being less rigid while inside her. It was the variety she said she loved.  Then she told me they’d probably fuck again that night after he got back with some beer and definitely would fuck him again tomorrow before taking the train back home. Then she laughed and told me in English to "go touch” myself as Mark was now at the door and the line went dead. I didn't even have the chance to tell her about Yoshie. No matter. She'd find out soon enough.  I came into my hand thinking about Keiko and Mark then went to bed.

By Tuesday I couldn’t take it any longer - I was thinking about Yoshie every waking minute so as soon as I left the office that night and got in my car I called her and told her I had to see her.

We had spoken Sunday and Monday night but the calls were hardly more than a silent longing for each other. She suggested a dark, isolated parking lot behind a vacant building just a minute drive from her parent’s house. I wasn’t sure where it was and she told me to look for the Japanese hamburger chain called "Mos Burger" which I knew. Her little white car was already there waiting for me as I pulled up next to hers in the darkness. She got out and into the empty front seat of my car. We didn’t say much before we started making out and then moved to the back seat. My car was as small as her own but it didn’t matter at all - we were both the vehicles of desire bigger than either of us. The indirect glow Mos Burger’s lights was all the illumination we had in our hideaway. A cool rain poured down and the windows of my car were soon fogged.

Strangely, a sedan parked next to us and four young guys got out. They couldn’t make out much through the fogged windows and light rain but clearly, they could make out enough to try to see more. One of them seemed to think that I wasn’t Japanese but I couldn’t be sure. They loitered next to their car so we simply stopped what we were doing until they left and walked over to Mos Burger.  It wasn’t long before Yoshie was straddling me naked except for her pink ankle socks. I was still fully clothed. Had I undressed her? I simply didn't know. 

I dry humped her and sucked her nipples while stroking every inch of her incredibly soft pale body that I had fantasized about on our first date. Her skin was simply amazing - translucent and as smooth as silk. Her body had an incredible lightness that I relished, her thin arms grasping my shoulders. My cock was erect and after I freed it; it poked through my boxers and trousers. As soon as she saw it she surprised me by the way she pounced on it with her pussy and started riding me hard. It was amazing. When her willowy body went up on my cock I could get my hands on the bottom of her soft ass and the feel of it was incomparable. I couldn’t keep my hands off it.

Yoshie was twenty-seven years old but had the body a white woman would have in her teens. We both were wild with desire as she rhythmically went up and down on my cock, never slowing down. Japanese women can be noisy during sex and Yoshie was no exception. I would whisper to her, tell her how much I had thought about her since we last met, how horny for her I had been every minute since our date, how beautiful her body was, how good it felt fucking her and she’d respond with “kimochi ii, kimochi ii” (it feels so good, it feels so good) and “motto, motto” (more, more), and “motto itte” (tell me more).

I looked at her bare white legs and feet with the ankle socks and it suddenly hit me that she was on top of me completely naked while I was still clothed and wearing a necktie and that contrast fueled my thrusts into her wet cunt.  She wasn’t as tight as Keiko, no woman was that I had ever met, but she was tight enough. She had that clean fragrance that is unique to Japanese women.

At some point in mid-stroke, I realized the car parked next to us was moving away and imagined that they may have been watching us after all. She told me in Japanese that she wanted me to cum inside of her, which surprised me because I wasn’t wearing a condom, but with her on top of my cock rocking up and down it wasn’t as if I could have cum again elsewhere. She let out the distinctive Japanese high-pitched half-cry as she climaxed and with a final thrust, I shot my load inside of her. She quickly cleaned up and put her clothes back on worried that the boys might come back but it seemed we had the parking lot to ourselves.

We sat there in silence after she got dressed. Neither one of us wanted to leave but there was the feeling that the night was over and she had to go back home to her parents and me to my wife. It wouldn't be the last time we would meet in that parking lot and after she drove away I knew I was in love with her and she with me, and envied Keiko who could easily separate her love for me from her lust for Mark. 

P.S. Yumi had sex with the Aussie that very night in her car but he didn't get her phone number. The next day he called me and I gladly gave it to him. I never saw either one of them again but heard they got married soon after.