Writer’s Notes: What follows is the beginning of a wild, new journey for me. It is something more than my previous musings on sex. It will be about sex, I’m sure, but it will also be about love. Some may consider this journey to be imprudent or even immoral. Others may even hear echos of “Lolita.” You may find this story disturbing. You may find it romantic. You may find it cowardly. You may find it daring. You will find it surprising. You’ll also find it long. Yes, this is not a blog post, it is a full-fledged short story and it’s only the beginning. I hope you find it interesting.
As always: Be advised that this blog contains explicit descriptions of sex.
For those who are particularly disturbed by this story please see the note at the end. But if you just want to enjoy the story — don’t.
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Despite my condemnation of Yahoo Chat in a January blog, it wasn’t long after that I jumped back in. It’s oddly addictive … and a ridiculous time sink.
Why did I get on chat? While I was open to chatting about almost anything, I wasn’t shy telling fellow chatters that my primary interest involved being sexual. Why? You know … the wife just wasn’t much into sex anymore.
By in large I had to be content with chatting with women about sex. Sometimes we’d role play imagining sexual encounters. I have enough of an imagination that I could come to orgasm with a good “RP” partner. Ultimately, however, I’m very much a visual creature. The more I could see of a partner the better.
Being visual I most wanted to “cam” with a woman. That would largely involve watching each other’s web cams as we got naked and masturbated. Unfortunately I was never able to get a woman to show me her cam. I did, however, put on a couple of shows.
As I gained experience I learned that chatting in rooms was mostly pointless. The chat rooms (mostly Yahoo’s “Married But Looking”) are filled with women (bots) who are trying to lure men to pay sex-chat sites. So I would stick to surfing the user names on the side of each chat room mining profiles. Many people have no profile. Some have info such as age and location while a few post a profile photo. The rare chatter would have a photo album.
Finding a woman with a pleasing profile pic was the holy grail of chat. If I saw one I immediately sent a “PM” (private message). The success rate of getting any response at all from sending a PM is probably less than 10% so it takes some time just to strike up a conversation with someone let alone find someone you click with.
After awhile I found that I was concentrating more and more on younger women. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed chatting with women in their 30s and 40s, but to me I simply couldn’t resist women in their 20s and even late teens. The younger women were less demanding — more flexible about how they chatted. I talked with some older women who got very nasty if I didn’t conform exactly to some sex-chat formula that I was instantly supposed to understand.
I wrote about Sophia last year after she helped me achieve my first role-play orgasm. But some following sessions with her ended badly. It turned out that Sophia was very high strung and expected her partners to do exactly as she wished. If I lingered in our role playing she got bored. If I went too fast she was offended. If I didn’t play my role exactly as the script (known only to her) demanded then she’d scold me and sign off. I hate using the word, but Sophia turned out to be a real bitch.
Fortunately, however, there are some nice people on chat.
One evening I was searching through profiles for a good prospect to PM and saw the name “Aiko Aomori.” The profile photo I saw was of a stunningly beautiful Japanese girl smiling at the camera. I said, “hello” immediately.
With little delay Aiko responded. After just a few minutes of chat I recognized that she had a good command of English although her phrasing was somewhat typical of native-tongued Japanese. Aiko told me that she had recently come to Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada from her home in Japan to go to a Canadian high school. She was with a host family who she’d live with through the entire upcoming school year. She said that she’s 16 and going into the tenth grade.
Over a few days of chatting she showed me a few of photos of herself. They were nothing risqué, but it was plain that she’s a beautiful young woman.
Then one night she sent me a couple photos of her in a bikini. I had tried being polite to Aiko, just asking her about what she was doing. But the bikini photos got my libido going and I started asking about her sex life. She told me about playing around with a few boys. I asked if she were a virgin and Aiko said, “yes.”
Now, by that point I had chatted enough with Aiko that I’d say I was about 92% sure that she was who she said she was. I say this because I believe a good number of people on chat adopt fictional personae. But over the time we had talked, her story always added up.
One thing I look out for when women send me photos is how good the quality is. If all the photos look as if they were shot by a professional and the woman is exceptionally beautiful then I start to think that my fellow chatter is really sending me pics they found on the web somewhere. Aiko’s photos were different scenes and different ages. It looked as if the girl was the same in all the photos but I wasn’t absolutely sure. A bit of doubt did sneak into my head because many of the photos were very good quality. But were they too good to be mere snapshots her friends had taken? Admittedly, I had a few doubts. But she had been so open with me I had come to trust her.
For some reason Aiko had taken to me as I had taken to her and she seemed very willing to respond to my ever increasingly sexual talk. She showed me a photo of her wearing a bikini looking into the sunset. The light was perfect as was her face and body. Between the sexy talk and her sexy photos I finally came all over myself and told her so.
Over the next couple weeks she showed me a few more photos. In her bikini it was quite evident that Aiko has a perfect pair of breasts. They were large and very firm but not too big. I asked her if I could see her naked breasts but she was reluctant. Although she left me some hope that eventually she might.
During our second or third chat during which I’d cum I told Aiko how wonderful she was. She then used the “L” word. I was a bit surprised, but I realized that Aiko is a sensitive, smart, loving girl who might also be naive about men. Since we had gotten sexual in our chats she wanted to know if I loved her because love and sex for her are very much intertwined.
I wasn’t quite sure how to handle this at first. I didn’t want to lead her on. I didn’t want her to think that we had a future together. How would that even work? I was hesitant to say too much, but there was no denying that I had developed a very special feeling for Aiko.
But then I got a shocker. Aiko had a tutor for the summer — a 25-year-old man. He had taken a shine to Aiko as well and she told me that he had kissed her a few times and even felt her breasts. Suddenly I was jealous … but also intrigued. Over the next couple chats she told me exactly what he was doing to her. He had gotten her shirt off and was sucking her beautiful breasts. She said that he never touched her below the waist and just sucked on her nipples. That, she said, was enough to give her an orgasm.
I was a bit surprised that Aiko was so forthcoming about her sexual experiences; however I had found that many women on chat were quite willing to divulge their sexual secrets. I must admit that despite my jealously of the tutor, Aiko telling me about having her nipples sucked really turned me on.
However, I was disturbed that this tutor seemed to be taking advantage of my Aiko, but realized that I — a middle-aged man more than old enough to be her father —wasn’t adhering to much higher a moral code than the tutor.
Eventually he took her camping. I gave him credit for having restraint. He still hadn’t touched her between the legs. In their tent, however, he took off her shirt and pulled out his dick and titty-fucked Aiko until he sprayed his sticky semen all over her. It upset me because I was sure that he would soon try to have sex with her. But I was also jealous.
I was thinking about Aiko more and more. I started to imagine that I really was falling in love with her — a 16-year-old girl. And despite her telling me that she was falling in love with the tutor, she said that she loved me too — maybe more. After each chat session that turned sexual I felt conflicted. On the one hand I felt considerable guilt that I was using this girl for my mere sexual gratification — something I confessed to her. Aiko told me that she understood and she didn’t mind. She said that she was old enough to make such decisions and if she wanted to do sexy chat with me or let her tutor play with her breasts it was her business. Was she really old enough to make such a decision? I decided if that’s what she wanted then who was I to argue?
Then one day everything changed …
I won the lottery!
Yes, that’s right.
I won a Powerball jackpot!
The millions of dollars would allow me to quit work and live on my investments.
I realized that I’d won when I was home alone. I about had a heart attack. I picked up my phone and started to call my wife … but stopped. A wicked plan was hatching in my head. I decided to keep my good fortune to myself. I put the winning ticket in a sock and put it in my bottom dresser drawer and decided to consider my options.
The option I was considering was Aiko.
It would have been a lot easier if I didn’t like my wife, but — despite her lack of sexual interest — I still loved her.
But then I’d get on chat with Aiko and we’d talk for hours late into the night. Each time I’d get so close to telling her about my lottery win … but then I’d back off.
But then I’d spend the weekend working on a DIY home project with the wife and be on the verge of telling her about the millions of dollars … but then I’d say nothing.
Finally, one day not long ago, a nice weekend with the wife got me in an amorous mood and I tried to get her interested in sex. Her rebuff to my advances set me off and an argument ensued.
I retreated that night to the guest room with my computer. I turned on chat and hoped that Aiko would appear online. After about an hour I was just about falling asleep when her name finally popped up.
I knew that she’d had a “lesson” with the tutor that day. I asked her how it had gone and she didn’t seem as excited about him as before. He had made her suck his penis in various ways she didn’t much enjoy including what one would call “fuck her face” — a crude term for a crude act.
I was filled with anger for the tutor as well as determination to show Aiko that there is a difference between pornographic fantasies and making love.
Then Aiko told me about gagging on him and having to swallow his semen.
I paused for a few minutes.
Finally I asked Aiko, “do you love me?”
With little hesitation I saw the reply, “of course love … Do love me?”
“I love you and I want you Aiko. I want you for real. I’m not kidding. Would you be mine? If I came out to Winnipeg right now would you go away with me?”
There was no reply.
Finally I typed, “???”
“Really you serious?” Aiko replied.
“I’m very serious. I just won a very large amount of money. If you tell me “yes” I will leave my wife and come take you away.”
I was shaking like a leaf waiting for reply.
Finally it came.
“You not just come have sex? You make me your’s … forever?”
“Yes Aiko, I love you!!!”
“I love too … but hard decision. Many problems.”
“Yes, very difficult. We can go off and be alone together. No one will bother us. If they do I can hire lawyers to keep the government away. Someday, if you want, we can get married.”
After another long pause Aiko wrote, “Don’t know. Maybe yes. I want but must think. Tell you tomorrow or next day?”
“OK. I love you Aiko.”
“Love too, night.”
And then there was the long wait for Aiko’s answer.
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It had been hard enough going to work each day for weeks knowing that I don’t have to go. Having won a Powerball jackpot meant that I didn’t ever have to work again. I didn’t have the money yet, however, because I hadn’t yet gone go to the Lottery to collect.
I didn’t collect initially because I had this crazy idea that I’d leave my wife and run away across half a continent and into Canada to be with a beautiful 16-year-old Japanese girl I’d met on web chat.
For awhile I wasn’t sure how I could possibly leave my wife and take on the enormous challenges I would face trying to make a life with young Aiko. Waiting to discover if she too is willing to accept all that will stand in the way of our being together has been excruciating. The last nights I’ve been awake in bed staring at the ceiling, thoughts ricocheting around my head.
For two days I got on chat at the usual time but Aiko didn’t appear. I started to fear that she really had no desire to be with me and that I’d never hear from her again. Maybe she wasn’t even who she said she was. Maybe it was all a big hoax and she’s some middle-aged divorced woman getting her jollies by jerking me around making me believe a young woman was in love with me.
Friday at work was almost unbearable. My one saving grace was that I knew that, no matter what Aiko’s decision would be, my days in that office were numbered because I didn’t have to work anymore.
Finally, Friday evening, the wife went to bed early and I signed on to chat. After another 90 minutes of waiting, Aiko’s chat icon finally popped on and I knew she was there.
My heart started pounding.
I type, “Dono yō ni kon’yadesu,” which Google says is “how are you this evening” in Japanese.
“I fine … you?”
Enough with the niceties, I needed to get to the point.
“Am I coming to get you?”
“YES! Please come. I be your’s always. Face difficulties with you to be together.”
She had told me a number of times that she didn’t have a web camera. But now, before throwing my life into chaos, I needed to be absolutely certain that the young woman I had been chatting with for months was really who she said she was.
“You have a web cam???”
Without hesitation Aiko responded, “Yes, finally have … just for you. It surprise for next time chat … I turn on.”
In a minute we’re looking at each other on camera and it is obvious that she is exactly who she said she is.
We whisper into the microphones so no one in either of our houses can hear. It’s the first time we heard each other’s voices. “Caming” on chat suggests sexual activity, however our caming involved nothing more than looking into each other’s faces. Playing around on chat doesn’t seem nearly as interesting when the prospect of doing it for real emerges.
We chat on and on into the night, looking, smiling and typing at each other.
Finally, barely able to keep our eyes open, we call it quits at 3:45 a.m. and my last IM to her is, “Watashi wa anata o totemo aishite”
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I picked a date and told Aiko. Over the next number of weeks I took care of some things and carefully packed stuff that was important to me … photographs, old knick-knacks and important papers. And I let on nothing was wrong. Finally, I went to the state lottery office. I asked for two checks — half to me and half to my wife. It was an unusual request, but they complied.
Finally the day arrived. I had barely slept the night before. I kept telling myself that I could easily back out. Heck, what did Aiko even know about me personally? She hadn’t even known my real name until the day I told her I was going to come get her. Of course she hadn’t told me everything either including that Aomori wasn’t her last name but where she is from.
The wife went to work and the last at-home kid to community college. I drove to a Ford dealership and traded in my aging car for a new Escape Hybrid and paid the difference in cash. I drove back home and packed the car. I stood in the kitchen not able to believe that I was actually going through with it.
I wrote an email to my employer and told them of my good fortune and that I was leaving town. I told them I would eventually send them my forwarding address but to not otherwise try to contact me.
Then the hardest part … I had to tell my wife. I admit that I took the coward’s way out. I couldn’t face her. I just couldn’t bear the idea of standing there and telling her that I was leaving her and why … so I wrote a letter and left it on the kitchen counter in an envelope with the check for millions of dollars. The letter said:
“Dear (wife), you no doubt have noticed the check enclosed in this envelope. It is for a very large sum of money and is half of a Powerball payout that I won some weeks ago. I have taken the other half.
“It sincerely hurts me to say this because you have been a good partner for a long time and you don’t deserve what I am doing. But I am doing it nonetheless. Consider it the action of a foolish, love-struck, middle-aged man.
“I met a beautiful, young Japanese woman online some months ago. I don’t know why but she loves me … and I love her. She wants to be with me and the thought of being with such a fresh, young wonderful creature as she is more than I can ignore.
“This woman is half a continent away and by the time you read this I will have already set off on my trek to meet her.
“I do this only because I know that the money will provide quite nicely for you and the children. I hope that after time they will forgive me and wish to be part of my life, but I won’t be surprised if they hate me. I fear you most definitively will. And I deserve it.
“While our marriage wasn’t perfect, I’ll cherish our many years together and what we shared and created. Maybe our’s wasn’t the most passionate of unions but we were, above all, best friends. That’s why it hurts me to the core to leave.
“I am sorry …
Randy”
Sitting there, reading over my letter, tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t move. I started thinking that I was just being a foolish boy and that the only honorable thing to do was to rip up the letter, call my wife, and tell her that we were, together, rich beyond our wildest dreams.
But I had printed several photos that Aiko had sent me. One was the photo that made me PM her on chat when I first saw her profile. The photo is of a stunningly beautiful girl sitting on a summer’s day in the gondola of a Rocky Mountain cable car ride. The other she sent me just days before and she’s exceedingly sexy in a small bikini. My penis stirred at the sight. I already knew that, to a degree, my actions to go be with this young woman were being driven by my sex drive. But I was confident that I really loved her and would love her more once we actually met.
In difficult times in the past, such conflicting emotions would have handcuffed me into inaction and I’d settle for the status quo. But the next thing I knew I had emerged from my cloud of confusion and was headed west in my new SUV.
I told Aiko I would be in Winnipeg in two weeks. I would first go to Calgary. I’d picked the largest city in Alberta because of all the positive press it has received as being a very livable city. I did want to see Aiko as quickly as I could. But I was also excited about the cross-country tour. I wanted to make the entire trip an experience.
Perhaps it was libido, but I found that I ignored my interest in the countryside rushing by me and concentrated on covering the miles. Four days later I found myself pulling out of Billings, Montana with my last day’s drive ahead of me, angling northwest on my way to Calgary.
I had wanted to bring Aiko to the U.S. but immigration issues made it a lot easier for me to get into Canada. There I would apply for permanent resident status. To my advantage the age of sexual consent in Canada is 16. I did some reading and I had the impression that there wouldn’t be any chance that I’d be charged with statutory rape. On the other hand I wasn’t sure if I could be considered a kidnapper as Aiko wasn’t an adult.
I rolled into Ross, Montana later in the day and into the international crossing. It was obvious from the belongings in the back of my SUV that I wasn’t entering Canada as a tourist. When asked the reason for my visit I said that it was my intent to apply for permanent resident status in Canada. After inspecting my boxes I was waved through and I crossed into Alberta.
That evening I arrived on the outskirts of Calgary and checked into a hotel. Besides being a nice place I thought that Calgary being 800 miles from Winnipeg at least would give us some time together before anyone — the authorities perhaps — would find us.
I spent the next few days on the outskirts of Calgary. I got my bearings and found an apartment that would serve as our base long enough for me to find a nice home to purchase. It took a few more days to have a bed and some basic furniture delivered. I kept Aiko abreast of my movements and preparations every evening.
Once I had the apartment in livable condition I told her that I’d come get her in two days. I asked her one last time if she really wanted to go through with it. There was no hesitation, she did.
I awoke about 4:30 a.m. Sunday to get an early start. I decided to cover the nearly 14-hour drive to Winnipeg in one day.
I pulled into town around 8 p.m., and checked into a hotel just a few miles from Aiko. I started feeling like a nervous schoolboy so I found a nearby wine store and got something that would help calm me down and get some sleep. Tomorrow begins a completely new chapter in my life.
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Monday morning Aiko tells her host family that she has a horrible stomach ache and can’t go to school. Soon as they leave for school and work she starts packing.
At the prescribed time I leave the hotel. A left turn and then a right and I’m on her street. I start looking at house numbers … and there it was. I drive by looking at the neighboring houses on the lookout for prying eyes. Then I come back around and pull into the driveway. After a few moments, as we’d arranged, the garage door opens. There, inside, is Aiko almost floating off the ground with excitement. I pull into the garage and she closes the door.
By the time I open the car door she is already on me; throwing her arms around my neck. I embrace her tightly and then gently push her back so that we can get good looks at each other. I am not disappointed and by the look on Aiko’s face, neither is she.
Aiko is more beautiful in person than she was in her photos. The camera seemed to flatten her rather broad-faced oriental features. But in person her face has more depth and interest making her look a bit older than the cherub-like girl I had seen in two-dimensions on the computer screen. But physically she is more petite than I expected. For a man who generally likes tall women I have no problem that Aiko is just 5-foot-3-inches. While petite, her young body is an exception hour-glass shape starting with her wonderful breasts. Her chest tapers to a smallish waist and then flairs back out into a tight, round ass and hips.
Her black hair hangs midway down her back. A few inches of the hair framing her face is cut to just above her chin. She wears a kind of dress I’m not sure what to call. Perhaps it’s something of a casual sack dress. It is black, grey and red plaid with short sleeves. The bottom hem is a three-inch wide strip of black fabric and it has low scoop pockets on either side. The dress stops about mid-thigh and she isn’t wearing any hose — just a pair of slipper-like shoes.
We embrace again and Aiko says, “oh, I never so happy … no sleep last night.”
And then I put my lips to hers and we kiss for the first time. The feeling is so dizzying for us both that we almost stumble. I haven’t felt such anticipatory excitement in decades. We stop kissing long enough for me to embrace her and lift her off the floor and spin around in two circles, gently placing her back down on the spot from which she started.
She looks up at me and says, “you really do love?!”
“I love you Aiko. I’ve left my wife and have driven half way across the continent to be with you. Our life together is starting now! But we don’t have time for more saying hello … we need to get away from here quickly. Let’s get going.”
We load her belongings into the SUV in less than 10 minutes. Aiko opens the garage door allowing me to back out. She then emerges from the front door and walks quickly to the car and gets in the passenger seat. She’d only been in this house a few months and it didn’t mean anything to her. It was nothing like pulling away from my family’s home I left several weeks before.
I look at her and before I put my foot on the gas I ask, “you’re absolutely sure that you want to go away with me? You know this may not be easy. We could face some obstacles.”
“Parents,” Aiko says.
“Yes, parents … and the Canadian government.”
“You no want me? If want me, no more ask I want.” But instead of taking a scolding tone Aiko gives me an impish smile.
With that I pull out of the driveway and we begin our journey together.
I keep glancing at her as I drive as she sits staring at me.
“You more handsome here,” Aiko says.
“You mean in person?”
“Yes, nicer than pictures.”
“As are you Aiko. I couldn’t be happier that you’ve come away with me. You are so beautiful and wonderful … an old man shouldn’t be as lucky as me.”
“You no old. You live long. You keep me for long time,” Aiko says.
“Will you stay with me for always Aiko?”
“Do stay always … you make claim on me?”
Aiko is making a reference to something she told me in chat some months ago. The second time we chatted about making love she told me that her mother had told of the Japanese tradition that if a man fucks a girl very hard then he’s made his claim on her. I told her that I thought that, although kind of sexy, is also sexist and I don’t believe in belonging or owning your mate.
She agreed but several times when I was chatting about being inside her she would write, “you push hard, make claim …”
So I say, “I don’t claim you, I love you …”
“But maybe I like you have sex hard”
“Your wish is my command, Aiko.”
“Oh? You no want me serve you?”
“We will serve each other Aiko.”
“Oh. OK. I like. You have much respect. Why I love.”
We talked in the car just as we had when we chatted online. I found her non-native way of speaking very endearing and there was barely a moment of silence between us. There was so much we didn’t know about each other. I dominated the conversation, but Aiko kept up making me further understand that she is a clever and fascinating creature.
Finally I asked, “did you tell your host family.”
“I leave note like you say. I tell truth. I say I in love with man and be together. They not worry.”
“And what about your parents?”
“I not tell yet.”
“You write them an email tomorrow when we get to Calgary. They will find out very quickly that you’ve disappeared and they’ll need to know.”
“Yes, you right. I tell them same … with man … we love … no worry.”
“But they will worry Aiko. They could try to find you.”
“Yes, they try. But I stay with you. No one take me away.”
“I’m not sure what we’ll tell people who meet us. Some people may find it very peculiar that we’re together,” I say.
“What, ‘peculiar.’”
“Well, that means odd or unusual … maybe bad.”
“I understand,” she says. “I have idea.”
“OK, let’s here it,” I say.
“When I come U.S., girl next seat on plane … family die in tsunami. Parents — Christians. Church say they bring girl to U.S. … have American church family adopt. We say you do same but parents’ mine die in car crash … you adopt and I come to U.S. when I 14 … why I not speak like Canadian.”
“That’s an interesting plan. But that would make you my daughter. Well, adopted daughter.”
Aiko looks at me, “yes, and you father.”
“But what about our apartment? There’s only one bedroom — one bed. It is a king-size bed but still, people might think it’s strange. People will think we sleep together.”
“People no see bedroom. In Japan some tradition parents sleep children. Not so, ah, pec-u-liar.”
As I decided to leave my wife and come be with Aiko I knew the consequences. I know there will be difficulties being a committed couple when she is so young and I am middle aged. Certainly I’ve looked forward to being her friend, partner and lover. Besides that I would be a fool not to understand that I will also be something of a father figure to Aiko. Is that something she seeks from me? Am I to be her lover and her father? The idea of incest has always given me the creeps. And I’ve worked hard to rid the idea from my mind in respect to Aiko. Fortunately she doesn’t look like me. There’s no mistaking that we’re not related.
We finally stopped to get some fast food for lunch. I was hyper sensitive about people looking at us, however we seemed to attract no more attention than anyone else in the place. We were quickly back in the car making our way to our new life together.
Aiko said that she could barely sleep the night before and not long after lunch she was asleep beside me in the car. I thought about how many times I had looked over at my wife sleeping next to me on long trips. But now, in her place, is this girl I really barely know.
Late in the afternoon we approach Regina. On the east side of town I pull off Highway 1 into a new Days Inn.
“We here?”
“We’ll stay at this hotel tonight Aiko. We still have a long way to go before we get to Calgary.”
I tell Aiko to stay in the car as I go into the lobby to get a room. I ask for a room for two and — to my relief — no questions are asked as to who my companion is. I take the car around to the far end of the hotel to avoid parading Ami through the lobby. We walk up a flight of stairs to the second floor and walk down the hall passing a few doors until we find our room. As I face the door I look over my shoulder at Aiko and see a giddy look on her face. I then slide the card into the lock and open the door.
It is a standard-issue but nicely-appointed and fresh hotel room with a king-size bed. I walk in and but our bags on the bed.
“We sleep here! We sleep together!” Aiko says with a giggle. For a moment I realize that she’s still part girl.
After the long ride she goes into the bathroom and closes the door. We are not so familiar that she leaves the door open to go to the bathroom. After she comes out I do the same. I also brush my teeth and use a little mouth wash.
When I come out Aiko is sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor. At first she looks slightly dazed. But as she looks up at me her face brightens into the sweet smile I’d grown to love in the many photos she had shown me. I walk to my bag, unzip it, pull out a box and offer it to her.
“Present?!” she says as she begins to carefully unwrap the box. She opens the top to see a titanium heart necklace with smaller diamonds around the outside of the heart plus a one-carat stone in the middle.
“Ohhh, very beautiful.”
“A beautiful woman deserves beautiful things. I thought about buying you a ring but didn’t know what size to get.”
Aiko says, “ring? You mean like …”
“Well, like an engagement ring. Someday …”
“Oh, you mean marry?” Aiko says. She laughs and says, “I don’t need marry to be wife. You, ah, make me wife.”
I hadn’t decided how long I would wait to try to be sexual with Aiko. I wasn’t sure if she’d be offended if I took full advantage of my very first opportunity with her. But I could hear from the tone of her voice and see in her eyes the desire coursing through her body. She seemed to want me as much as I wanted her.
Deciding to wait no longer I ask, “I make you my wife … now?”
Aiko looks at the floor shyly, and then looks up into my eyes and nods her head as she whispers, “please … do.”
I’m feeling so excited that I have a huge desire just to rip off her clothes and be on top of her in a minute, but I restrain myself. I want her first time — our first time — to be as wonderful to her as I can make it. So I walk over to Aiko and take her in my arms and slowly move my lips to hers. We stand and kiss for minute after minute.
As I made the long drive west I had often thought of this moment. Of most concern was that Aiko had said that she’s a virgin. I wasn’t aware that any of my first sexual partners in college had been virgins. In fact I don’t think I had ever considered the matter with a lover before. What filled my mind were the old tales of breaking a girl’s hymen and the pain and bleeding that can occur. That didn’t sound very magical to me. About a week before, sitting in a Montana hotel I read up on the loss of virginity and found that most of those myths were just that, myths with little basis in fact. The likelihood that my penis would meet some sort of nearly impenetrable barrier at Aiko’s vagina was pretty slim. The worst part of first-time sex, several articles said, was that the girl is too tense causing difficult penetration for the man and pain for the woman.
After more kissing I move away slightly and the look she gives me just makes me melt. It’s a look of love and trust and desire all wrapped in one.
I’m nine inches taller than Aiko and I feel as if I’m towering over her so I move around and sit on the edge of the bed. I spread my knees apart so that she can stand right in front of me. Now I look up at my teen goddess.
Aiko puts her arms around my neck and moves her face toward mine and our lips meet again. I reach around and put my hands on either side of her back and pull her close to me.
After a few minutes I slide one hand up onto her shoulder blade while my right hand slides down onto her behind. I cup her ass cheek firmly and give it a squeeze. Aiko moves her hips back slightly to meet the gentle pressure she feels from my hand.
Then my left hand slides down opposite my right on her ass and I pull her into me. I push my fingers into the fabric of her dress and start pulling it upward. As the hem reaches her waist I look down and see that she’s wearing a pair of black hipster panties. I look at Aiko and smile and she smiles back.
I grab the hem of her dress and pull it higher and lean over and kiss her tummy and run my tongue down to her belly button and back up a bit. Then I look up at her. As we look into each others’ eyes I run my hands up under her dress until I reach each of her breasts. The weight of them feels delicious and suddenly all I can think of is seeing them.
I stand up and start pulling up the dress. Aiko instinctively raises her arms so that I can pull it up and off her. She wears a matching black bra and I smile broadly again as I look down at her chest.
Aiko says, “when first sexual chat you say someday I show breasts. You no think then that you see in person?”
“No, Aiko,” I say. “Never in my wildest dreams back then did I ever imagine that we’d be together this way.”
I sit back down on the edge of the bed. I kiss Aiko again; snaking out tongues together in each other’s mouths. As we do this I reach around to her back and find the clasp of her bra and undo it. I pull back from our kissing and look into Aiko’s eyes as I reach up and slowly move the bra’s straps across her shoulders. She seems nearly as excited as I for me to see what lies underneath.
The straps, one by one, slip off the side of each shoulder. The bra is barely being held up by the points of her nipples. As I bring my hands to her sides my fingers barely flick the hanging backstraps and finally the bra falls into my lap. There they are just inches in front of me. They are two of the most beautiful breasts in creation — large enough to be extremely exciting but not so large to be pendulous. Her areola are slightly bigger than a silver dollar and are dark pink surrounding slightly raised red nipples that appear to be in an excited state.
I look her up and down taking in this most heavenly site. For being just 5-foot-3, Aiko is nicely long waisted. Her back has a gentle curve to a narrow waist which then flairs out again to nicely proportioned hips. Aiko’s only slight deviation from physical perfection are her legs which are a bit short and not as slender as some might like. But to quibble over that would be like saying JoLo has developed a little paunch … so what?!
But it is her breasts that are just inches in front of me. This is the main reason I sit on the bed and she stands — so that her tits are right in front of my face. I am reminded of one day early in our chatting … my heightened interest was accompanied by pangs of jealousy when she told me of her first experiences with her tutor. She said that he was able to give her an orgasm just from sucking her nipples. Now those nipples are close to my lips and I can’t wait to feel them react to my tongue.
I look into Aiko’s eyes as I, with both hands, reach for each breast. I take both handfuls of flesh and feel their delicious heft. Aiko closes her eyes at the feeling of my hands and I look directly at her tits as I gently massage them. My right fingers then go to her left nipple and lightly pinch and squeeze it before I move my face to her right breast. As I take the nipple to my lips I feel Aiko shudder slightly and let out a low moan.
I continue sucking one nipple and then licking the other. Aiko gently places her hands on either side of my head and alternates between watching me suckle her and putting her head back and closing her eyes. Her breathing increases and I can sense her excitement rising. My penis throbs inside my jeans.
I keep suckling while my hands slide down her back to her ass. First I grab each cheek and pull her closer to me. Then I gently massage each one. As I hear her breath get closer to a pant, I slide one finger under the waistband of her panties and down the crack of her ass. She arches her back into my hand which slides my finger farther down. I move it down a few more inches until the tip is just over her anus. I very briefly push my finger onto the opening which causes Aiko to quiver. Then I decide that maybe I should go one step at a time with this inexperienced girl and save that opening for later.
Aiko’s legs are parted slightly and I move my right hand between them. I lightly brush the backs of my fingers along her inner thigh and as I get higher Aiko lets loose with a bigger shudder than before. I’m nearing territory no other man has explored.
As my hand reaches as high as it can go I press it gently upward into the black fabric covering her pussy and I vibrate my hand back and forth. Aiko’s knees buckle but she holds onto my head and steadies herself. I then look up into her eyes again as I turn over my hand and curl my index finger around the fabric and pull it aside. I then feel for the first time the warmth of her bare pussy.
Next I move my head up to Aiko’s and kiss her before I place my hands on either side of her hips. I insert my thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them down. As they come free of her ass I let them go and they land around her ankles.
I look down the perfect pale skin of her belly and my eyes gaze on mere wisps of black pubic hair just above the top of her vaginal cleft. Aiko stands before me completely naked. She shyly starts to avert her gaze as she sees me take in the totality of her beauty and sexuality, but she stops and wills herself to meet my gaze. Her eyes are filled with desire for me but she stands quietly waiting for me to guide our lovemaking.
Feeling warm I quickly pull off the polo shirt I’m wearing, toss it aside and return my lips to her nipples. Aiko begins moaning ever so quietly. This time I slide my right hand down her tummy — lower, past her pubic hair, and I spread two fingers apart and tickle the skin on either side of her clitoris. I keep tickling downward running my fingers on the outside of her labia lips brushing along where her thighs meet her pussy.
Aiko holds my head tighter as I roll her nipple around with my tongue and ever so gently nibble. Meanwhile, my hand moves back up and my middle finger slides toward her clitoris. As I first make contact Aiko lets out an audible “oooohhhh” and moans almost constantly as I manipulate her pleasure point.
I stop sucking long enough to ask, “is the feeling between your legs better than your breasts?”
“Mmmm, you make many happy feelings in body. I orgasm if don’t stop.”
“Why would I stop Aiko?”
I start sucking her other nipple harder while I slide my middle finger down the center of her vulva until I’m running it between her labia. I trace my finger up and down from her clitoris to her vaginal opening over her perineum to her anus … and back again. I continue tickling her up and down until her moans grow loader. With that I push my middle finger into her clitoris and — gently at first — push it around in a small circle.
Aiko grips my head even harder as her legs start to quiver. She convulses so much that she falls into me. Rather than hold her up I guide her down onto the bed on her back and quickly return to my sucking and tickling. It takes but a few more moments before Aiko lets out with a cry and rises into a full climax.
I pull my head up so I can watch her cum as I continue to vibrate her clit with my finger. I slow my manipulation and as she brings her thighs together, clamping down on my hand, I stop. I look at her face as she slowly calms down. Aiko’s eyes are closed and there is something of a contented smile on her face.
In an instant I get up and pull off my pants and lie next to her. She opens her eyes and looks at me. “You know to make happy. Want me make happy you?”
“It’s time we make happy together, Aiko.”
“You make me woman … make me wife?”
I simply smile my answer to her. Aiko lies on her back as I lie on my side next to her and I start kissing her lips as I run my right hand over her breasts and stomach.
Aiko had seen me naked before we met, I must admit. After we had been chatting awhile I asked her if she wanted to see some photos of me naked and she said “yes.” After that and feeling more emboldened and trusting I asked her if she’d watch me cum on cam and she did.
But now I’m lying next to her completely naked and in her curiosity she rolls onto her side so that she can see me better.”
“You tall man. Nice shape.” And looking at my penis says giggling like a schoolgirl, “… very hard.”
Indeed my cock had been at its hardest since her bra fell to the floor. I kiss Aiko some more and move my hand back down to her vulva to try to rebuild her excitement. While I want desperately to pleasure Aiko with my mouth I don’t know how she fells about cunnilingus so I decide to save that too for another day.
I feel the wetness at her opening. When I was a young and inexperienced lover I learned to insert a finger or two into a girl’s pussy to make sure that she was loose, wet and ready for me. It would make penis insertion easier. In fact I would sometimes finger-fuck a girl for some time if she seemed to really enjoy it. I recognized that Aiko might benefit from this however I decided that she might prefer that the first part of my body I put inside her not be my finger but my penis.
Finally it is time. I slide off the bed and stand next to it. Aiko looks up at me. Without any direction she rolls on her back, grabs the backs of her knees and pulls them nearly into her armpits. Back onto her shoulder blades she pushes her hips up into the air presenting all of her sex to me. I look down on her and see this creature with the body of a woman but the face of a girl. A short pang of guilt ripples through my body as I question the motives of a man about to penetrate a 16-year-old girl decades his junior. But it is not nearly enough for me to stop. Yes, I have enormous lust for Aiko but it is a desire that is also framed by love and I am ready to share it with this young, exquisite being who is waiting to become one with me.
I move close to the bed, standing. I reach down and grab Aiko by the hips and pull her so that they are on the very edge of the bed. Then I grip my penis and lay it onto her labia lips and push the length of the shaft into her. I look up and see that she has closed her eyes.
“Aiko, are you embarrassed? Watch Aiko. You’ll always want to remember your first time and if you see it you’ll remember it much better.”
She looks up and says, “yes, you right. You like me watch, I like too. Me not embarrass. Me love.”
Both of us now look down as push the shaft along her vaginal cleft, the head of my penis popping up as it slides over her clitoris. After doing that three or four times I gently place the end of my penis at her opening. I move it around in Aiko’s hint of wetness and push a little harder. The tip is now engulfed in her inner lips and I move my dick up and down to coat myself with her natural lubricant and try to tease her opening to accept me.
Aiko is very tight and I’m not going in easily. I gently pulse my pelvis forward and back trying to gain depth millimeter by millimeter. I start a steady forward pressure pushing harder and harder.
Then Aiko says, “I don’t mind … you push hard … make claim … I ready.”
So with much more of my weight I push forward. At first my penis bends slightly until Aiko’s opening finally lets me in and I pop inside her. She flinches a bit so I stop my pushing and once again slowly pulse forward and back allowing me to gradually slide deeper and deeper inside. Finally our pubic regions meet and I am as deep inside Aiko as I can go. I bend over, slide my hands under her back and move my face to her’s. I look into her eyes just inches from me.
I kiss her sweetly on the cheeks and lips as I hold my position deep inside her. This time I’m the one closing eyes as I concentrate on remembering the feeling I’m having of her tight vagina holding a firm grip on my penis.
“How do you feel? I ask.
“Little surprise, little, ah, not feel good first go in, but over soon. Feel nice now.”
I push gently into her pinning her to the bed. Then I slowly draw myself back, sliding until just the tip of my penis is barely inside her. Her opening grips the head firmly before I slide it deeper and deeper again only slightly faster than the first time. Then I do it again and again going a little bit faster each time. I continue kissing her lips and cheeks for another dozen thrusts. Then I straighten up allowing me to look down between Aiko’s legs.
“Look Aiko … watch me slide in and out of you.”
As Aiko looks down I start a steady but not fast pulling out and pushing in and back out, watching the head barely emerge and then once again slowly disappear inside her.
While her vagina is tight around my penis she is wet enough and has loosened enough that I can now freely slide in and out. For the first time I pull out and then slap into her. Aiko arches her back slightly and let’s out a little “ohhh.” Her eyes widen as I slap into her again and again. With each thrust I change the angle I push in my penis. For a few thrusts I’m pushing downward, then level into her pussy and then I get lower so that I’m thrusting upward. When I get to this angle Aiko closes her eyes and puts her head back and her tongue wraps around her upper lip. She’s picked up on my steady tempo and pushes her pelvis up into me as I push into her. We do this for a few minutes but it feels like forever.
But looking down on my teen goddess — watching her breasts bounce around with each thrust — I’m afraid that my cum is going to explode out of me at any moment so I lean forward on top of her, holding my penis inside as I kiss her nipples and then move up to her radiant face. She opens her eyes and looks into mine as she grinds her pelvis up into me. It is a look of love and lust together that greats me and I start kissing her again on the lips, cheeks, forehead and back to her lips.
As when we first started I decide that I don’t want to intimidate or dominate her because of our size difference. I slide my left hand under and across her upper back as my left hand slides under her right ass cheek. As I lift Aiko up she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. I stand erect holding Aiko up — with my penis still inside her. I entwine my tongue with her’s for a long kiss.
As that one kiss of hundreds slowly ends I turn around and ease down and sit on the side of the bed with Aiko on my lap and her legs still around me. Now her face is slightly higher and her breasts slightly lower than my face. I turn my head to the side and lay it on her chest and I pull her close to me. Aiko wraps her arms around my head while I get comfortable; my penis sticking straight up inside her.
I start gently rocking and thrusting at the same time just rolling my hips up and down at a languid pace. I turn my head and look into her face to see her eyes closed and a contented smile on her lips. I then turn my attention to her breasts and begin sucking on one nipple and then the other — gently at first and then a bit harder. At this Aiko starts to moan and her breath increases. At the same time she starts to roll her pelvis around on top of me.
“Ohhhh … Randy, suck me … suck nipples … suck hard!”
I suddenly realize that this is the first time Aiko has ever said my name, in chat or during the few hours we’ve been together in person. But I don’t give it another thought as her excitement level is obviously increasing.
So I suckle her tits with more vigor. As I do this my right hand slides down along her ass and slowly underneath her. She twitches slightly as my fingers brush her anus. I slide two fingers on either side of my penis and grasp her pussy with my hand. Aiko’s excitement grows even more as I tickle her labia. Then I tickle her around the circumference of my cock feeling the wetness and heat of where my body penetrates her’s.
As I tickle her pussy more Aiko pulls my head into her chest. I suck her right nipple with abandon as my middle finger reaches for her clitoris. I am sucking her while fucking her and working her happy button. After a few minutes I hear her breathing get louder still as she rocks harder on top of me so that I can barely keep my vibrating finger on her clit.
Finally Aiko grips my head as she starts to convulse; noticeably trembling.
I say, “are you …”
But before I can finish my sentence Aiko breathlessly says, “oh, I cum, I cum, I CUM!”
With that she wraps her arms and legs around me as tightly as she can and I stop moving as the waves of joy spread across her body.
We sit almost motionless for several minutes as Aiko calms down. But her orgasm has made me even more excited than I was. We each lean back away from each other a bit. Aiko puts her hands on my shoulders as I reach down and cup each of her ass cheeks. I start pulling her up and letting her fall, sliding up and down my shaft. Then I add pushing up into her so that our bottoms are slapping into each other again.
I look up at Aiko and she is smiling as she begins to rock her hips in unison to my thrusts. The view is quite simply beyond belief as I scan up and down from her dark eyes past her bouncing breasts and her trim waist down to the small patch of black pubic hair and to my penis sliding in and out of her.
As the feeling is so incredible I occasionally have to hold Aiko down to stop the in and out. We sit almost motionless for a few minutes each time, kissing passionately while my body pulls back from cumming. Then we start again, sometimes Aiko bouncing up and down and other times me thrusting up into her but mostly just rocking and rolling around together.
We continued on this way — Aiko sitting on my lap; sometimes with legs wrapped around me switched with her feet planted on the bed allowing her greater ability to rise up and down — for maybe 20 minutes. For two people who had just met in person it felt as intimate and loving as we could possibly be.
We’ve been making love for 30 to 40 minutes and I start to feel that I can’t hold back much longer. After another short break we start rolling into each other again when I hug Aiko to me, pick her up, turn around and put her on the bed. I tell her to get in the middle of the bed as I crawl onto my knees.
Aiko lies down on her back and pulls her knees apart looking between them at me . She says, “I ready, you ready … you make claim on me now.”
On my knees I move between Aiko’s. My knees are spread apart and I have some of my weight on my feet — pretty flexible for an old guy. I reach down and grab my rock-hard dick and without hesitation move it to Aiko’s vaginal opening and slide it back inside her. She closes her eyes and takes a series of long, deep breaths as I lean onto my fists on either side of her waist. Without wasting time I start rolling into her and pulling back out at a steady pace. I keep this going for only a few minutes when I recognize that it’s really time.
I shift my legs backward and together so that I’m comfortably on my hands and knees. I’m now in a position where I can drive my pelvis up and down and thrust with as much power as I can. I look down at Aiko. She looks between her legs and then up into my eyes and says, “do … do … do … ” and continues to say it in time to my thrusts.
Her dos turn into short, quick breaths as I pound into her harder and faster. My penis is sliding in and out at full speed as my balls slap against her ass with each downward push. Finally, bouncing into her with full force, I take ten more final thrusts as my semen explodes out of my penis deep into Aiko’s vagina. As I cum I will myself to continue thursting into her as hard as I can until I come to a halt with my pubic bone resting on hers, feeling my last waves of pleasure.
I roll my hips around a little as I regain my breath. I look into Aiko’s eyes and she says, “ah … ah …Randy …”
But before she can say more I pull out and roll off of her. I bring my lips to her right nipple as my right hand slides down searching for her clit. I manipulate it some before sliding my fingers down and sliding my middle finger into her dripping vagina. I slide my finger in and out as I suck harder and harder on her nipples until I add my index finger.
Aiko arches her back and starts to cry out again and pants, “oh … oh … oh … Oh … Oh … Oh … OH … OH!” Then I pull my fingers out of her vagina. I return attention to her clitoris pushing in a circular motion. “OH … OH … OH … OH … OH … OHHHHHHHHHHH!” She pushes her pussy up into my hand as she clutches my head to her breast.
She continues to moan as I keep sucking and tickling trying to give her has many orgasms as I can. Finally I stop and allow her to slowly return to calm.
I lay on my side looking at Aiko as her breath slows. On her back she opens her eyes, turns her head to me and smiles.”
“Did you like that Aiko.”
“I like much. Many strong feelings. Like we one when you sex hard. I think that how man make claim in Japan.” She pauses and then says, “but me worry, one thing.”
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Me no baby pill, you no condom. You cum inside. Maybe you make baby. You know I no want baby. Why you try make pregnant? I just want you.”
I smile at Aiko. “Don’t worry my sweet. Before I left home I had a vasectomy. The doctor told me just before I left that there were no sperm.”
“Oh. Operation you no semen? But I feel inside. It drip out too.”
“No,” I say, “when I cum I still have semen, there just aren’t any sperm in it. No sperm means you can’t get pregnant. I did have some frozen. I know both of us don’t want children, but I thought it’s better to be safe just, for some crazy reason, we change our minds.”
“You save sperm so someday make baby?” Maybe, I don’t know. Me no think about that now.
Then I put my arms around Aiko and pull her up on top of me in an embrace. She looks down on me and kisses my lips for a few minutes before putting her head on my chest. We lay together like that for some time, mostly not talking.
Then the next thing I know she is whispering into my ear, “Randy, you tired, you sleep now.”
I realize that after a long day of driving and emotions and some terrific sex, I’ve drifted off. Aiko slides off of me and onto her side facing away from me. I slide up behind her and spoon her, wrapping my arms around her and gently pushing my now limp penis into her ass. That is how we drift off to sleep on our first night together.
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The actions, descriptions, accounts, and characters depicted in all “Aiko” blog posts are purely fictional.
