I had texted Noburo telling him I needed his help with something, so we had made an agreement to go out together the day before the water park.
Since we would first meet up after lunch I had plenty of time to both sleep in a little and get ready, though I didn't need much time. At this point I had dressing up for a date down to an art form, so it only took me an hour, and preparing the surprise was only 15 minutes.
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to tell my parents I was going out with a guy or not, but I figured as long as they didn't specifically ask I was safe. I told them goodbye, slipped on a pair of sandals and left.
When I made it to the station with an extra bag in my hand he was already there waiting for me, and I went to meet him with a skip in my step. We met in a hug, and I placed a quick kiss on his lips.
"Hey," I greeted him.
"Hey yourself," he smiled. He has a nice smile.
We boarded the train and sat down together.
"So what was it you needed help with?"
"It's a surprise," I teased him with a grin.
"A surprise? Well, let's get that done first then."
"You don't want to take me out first? To a cafe or something?"
"Honestly, you saying surprise is filling me with a slight sense of foreboding, so I'd rather get that done first."
"That's so mean," I pouted playfully "you don't believe I can manage a nice surprise?"
"Then I will rephrase what I said," he cleared his throat, "I'm so excited for the surprise that I just can't wait."
I huffed and turned up my nose. "Now I don't know if I want to show you my nice surprise."
He went down on one knee in front of me, wrapping one of my hands in both his hands.
"My dearest Akane, please forgive this one for any offense that may have been caused," I turned my head to look at him, to make sure he was looking suitably apologetic.
I smiled, closed my eyes, and leaned forward to start kissing him. His lips were soft and warm against mine, and I flicked out my tongue to touch his lips. We broke apart, and his face was slightly flushed.
"Bit much in public perhaps," he murmured.
"I'd feel more apologetic if I didn't know you liked it," my smile was wide and slightly suggestive, and I giggled softly as he turned his head away with an embarrassed look.
We arrived at our stop and exited the train hand in hand.
"So where to for the nice surprise?" he asked.
I didn't respond, instead I just started dragging him along, and he dutifully complied. Fifteen minutes later I had managed to find a suitable love hotel.
"Well, I suppose this counts as a nice surprise," he said quietly to himself.
I didn't correct him, even though the surprise wasn't sex.
When we entered the elevator and embraced, our kiss was far less chaste than aboard the train, and I could feel my excitement grow. Frustratingly the elevator ride was rather short, and our tongues had barely started touching before we made it to our floor. We left the elevator and hurried to our room. The door was barely closed, and I had only just dropped the bag, before his arms were around me once more and our lips locked together. Experiencing him this eager made me quite happy.
Clothes were discarded with haste. My top, bra, skirt, and thong were sent flying, accompanied by his shirt, shorts, and boxers. It suited me just fine, and I sprawled myself on the bed, watching with impatience as he rolled a condom over his erection, then I turned over and went all fours, wriggling my ass impatiently.
"Come get it then," I purred.
"Of course, I'm coming to get my surprise," he said, and I felt his weight on the bed behind me.
His hands were a little rough from playing basketball, but I liked them just the way they were, as I felt them run over my ass and hips. He started stroking my pussy, and his finger easily slipped inside, as I had been feeling slippery since the elevator.
"I'm already prepared, just hurry," I urged him.
I felt as he retracted his digit from my wet heat. Instead something else started prodding at my entrance, easily pushing into me.
He grabbed my hips more firmly, and I moaned in delight as I felt him inside me at last. I didn't know how much I had needed this until now. He went at a slow, languid pace, burying more of himself with each forward thrust, and each time he pulled out he did so slowly, almost teasingly. When I felt him finally sheathing himself fully inside me I released a throaty moan into the bed. I didn't mind the pace, it was nice taking our time like this, at least a little, and I loved the sensation of his hands on my ass.
It was with great appreciation from me that he slowly started picking up the pace though.
"Harder," I gasped as I surfaced from where I had buried my head.
He took it under advisement, and the sound of our bodies meeting sounded out through the room.
"Yes, yes, yes."
A particularly hard thrust with a grunt hitting me just the right way made me cry out loudly, and I buried my face once more, muffling part of my scream. I could hear how his breath was coming heavier and heavier as he took me from behind. Read this novel at NovelPing for the best experience.
"More," I begged, panting and needy.
I could feel my wetness run down my thighs a little. We hadn't tried this position before, but I was really enjoying it. There was just something about it, the way he grabbed me to thrust himself forward harder, the loud sound of our bodies colliding, the angle he took me at, it was all great.
He was getting closer. I could hear it in his breathing.
"Give it to me, give it to me," I encouraged him, before I again buried my face in the bed, moaning into the sheets.
Me talking to him seemed to be doing something, as shortly after with a final groan he filled me up entirely and started cumming. It felt amazing; how I could feel his cock jump slightly inside me as he emptied himself. All too soon he was done, and he started pulling out.
"Give it a little smack," I encouraged him, slightly out of breath and wiggling my ass.
I felt his hand land on my left cheek and I cried out. He hadn't hit me hard, but it was surprisingly enticing.
I stayed as I was, and it was first after he laid down next to me that I moved. I snuggled into the crook of his arm with my head on his chest, enjoying the sensation of our warm bodies next to each other. He put his arm around me, and I could feel him softly stroke my back. Cuddling after sex was an activity I grew fonder and fonder of with repetition.
"Well, this was a nice surprise," he said after more than five minutes of comfortable silence.
"This wasn't the surprise," I told him.
"It wasn't?"
"Of course not," I giggled, "this was just sex. We can do that whenever either of us want."
"Oh. Wait, then what is the surprise?" he asked.
I pushed myself up on a hand and loomed over him. I looked into his eyes, leaned forward, and closed my eyes. I relished in the taste of his tongue, and once I had my fill I broke away, then crawled off the bed.
I found some tissues. I took care of him first and tossed the used condom, then I wiped myself off. I went to the bag I had brought and started rummaging through it.
"Well, as you know we're going to a water park tomorrow," he made a sound of agreement, "and I thought it would be nice to let you decide what bikini I should wear."
Very soon after he caught on to what the surprise was supposed to be.
I pulled a teal colored bikini out in a rather modest design, considering what some of my bikinis are like at least, put it on, and paraded in front of the bed. Turning this way, that way, squeezing my breasts together, and bending over, thoroughly showing off. Then I slowly stripped out of it in front of him, before I returned to my bag and pulled out a second one.
I made it through almost the entire collection I had brought with me, and there was only one bikini left. It was a white sling bikini, one I had bought on a whim, since slut brain had been extremely excited about it. However, I had been tricked when I got it. The model I had seen it on was less blessed in the chest department than I, which I didn't carefully consider. Women with smaller chests can get away with wearing certain things that look downright pornographic on women with a larger chest.
Considering how I was now certain I was not a hentai girl, perhaps I was a little larger than I had initially thought? In the end though, the swimsuit didn't feel like something I could actually wear, as it was far too easy to have a bit of a slip. That thought just excited slut brain more, and I would never wear it in public.
This wasn't public though, so I slipped it on without hesitation. As I took a look at my self I had to admit I was absolutely rocking it. Very sensual. I quickly moved on from my own examinations to the show.
I went through the usual demonstrations, before I proceeded to show him how little it had to slip for my aerola to peek out, and finally how easy it was for a full nip slip.
Throughout my entire performance he had been looking at me with great admiration. I looked towards his crotch with lust in my eyes, licked my lips, and finished slipping out of my bikini.
"Come sit at the edge of the bed," I invited him.
He quickly complied with my wishes, and I went down on my knees in front of him. I looked up at him as I wrapped my lips around him. He was almost fully hard, so clearly my performance had been appreciated.
I rested a hand at the base, the other on his thigh and swallowed more of him, then pulled back. I established a good pace I could keep for a while, bobbing my head up and down.
I found that I had really missed this. I knew that I enjoyed giving him a blowjob, but I didn't realize just how much I would miss it. There were things I could do to enhance his pleasure, but I wasn't in a hurry to do any of that. I just wanted to enjoy the sensation of having him in my mouth. He didn't seem to be in a hurry for anything either, seemingly just enjoying it as he ran his fingers gently through my hair while looking into my eyes with his soft, brown eyes.
It was an oddly intimate act. I had always thought sucking a guy off would be purely about lust, but I was happy to be proven wrong. I didn't want to risk ruining it, so I kept at the same pace, never trying to push further down, or put my tongue to better use.
In the end it wasn't me who ended it, despite how my jaw was hurting slightly from the very repetitive motion, instead it was him who asked me to stop. I let him go with a wet pop and looked up at him questioningly.
"It might be getting dangerous soon," he sounded a bit unsure, and it took me a moment to pick up what was going on.
"Would you rather have sex again?" I asked.
"It's just," he seemed hesitant, "you don't seem to get much out of it."
"I like swallowing your cum," I told him, which would probably be the closest thing to something romantic I would ever say.
Strangely he seemed a little embarrassed by my frank admission, something that puzzled me greatly. Nobu, you just screwed me doggy style, then I put on a strip show, before I then spent the next ten minutes or so with your dick in my mouth, and this is where you draw the line? Guys are weird.
"What do you want?" I chose diplomacy and didn't voice my inner thoughts.
"I'm neutral?"
While it would be delightful to swallow a load I chose differently.
"Stay there, I want to try a couple of things," I told him as I got up. Get faster updates on g.com.
I went and picked up a condom, pulling it out of the wrapper, studying it carefully as I went back to him. I went down on my knees again, and then once I was sure I had figured out the right side I put it in my mouth.
It was a little awkward to hold in my mouth since I didn't have anything to push it against, so I quickly went to work. I held him in one hand, and though it was a little difficult, I managed to lead the tip into the condom.
It was easier at first, as I simply had to wrap my lips around him as hard as I could to ensure the condom kept getting rolled on, but it got more tricky the further I got down and I had to sacrifice speed. Deepthroating was already difficult enough on breathing, but with a piece of plastic stuck in the way it only got worse.
I did my best to ignore the discomfort, and the need to breathe, and instead think of anything else, but in the end I had to give it up as a lost cause. I resolved myself to look up a guide online, though as I took in my work of art it wasn't too bad. I had only managed to get the condom on properly about a third of the way, but getting the condom fully on with my hand was quickly done.
"It's more difficult than I thought it would be," I defended myself.
"No no, that was great," his voice was a little hoarse, and he looked anything but disapproving, so I took it as a win.
I climbed unto the bed, and I could feel his eyes following me as I made it to the middle of the bed. I laid down on my back and looked at him with expectation.
"I thought you wanted to try something new?" he asked as he started making his way towards me.
"This is new. I want you to mating press me," I told him and lifted my legs up.
I was flexible enough that getting my legs far enough back wasn't too much of a hassle, though holding them like that was straining. It got a little more difficult since he was afraid of hurting me, but I managed to reassure him enough that he finally got on top of me which helped lock my legs in place.
It was a quite exciting since from my position I could watch as he grabbed a hold of his erection and guided it towards my entrance. Looking at him penetrating me was as magical as it felt, and I crooned in delight as my wet pussy greedily swallowed him.
"Harder," I encouraged him, as he hesitantly started moving.
I could respect his hesitance since he didn't want to hurt me, but I didn't mind since the pleasure far outweighed any pain or discomfort. There was just something special about the angle at which he hit me, and a few more encouraging words were needed before he really started giving it to me.
"Choke me," I suddenly said, he looked about as surprised as I felt, but I had apparently trained him well as he immediately did as I asked, "just a little. A little more."
It wasn't something I had actually thought of before, but here like this, his big hands around my slender neck was intoxicating. He wasn't really choking me, just applying some pressure, but just the sensation of it was enough for me. His large body pressing down on me, the way my body was bent, how he harshly kept slamming his cock into me, how I was pressed into the mattress, and the ever present pressure on my neck, it did things for me I hadn't felt before.
"Harder," I managed to get out. I wasn't even sure if I meant the choking or the fucking, but he increased the pressure and went harder.
He was hurting me, but I couldn't feel it, I could only feel the pleasure increasing. My moans were strangled, if they weren't I'm sure I would be louder than ever, and my orgasm wasn't slowly built towards instead it came in harsh spikes, and I wasn't fully prepared for it as I came. In the current position my active participation wasn't needed though, and he kept choking me and using my pussy the entire time. It felt like my peak didn't end so much as settle into a constant steady hum, and I hazily looked up at his face where drops of sweat were scattered over his forehead.
I felt another upwards trend in my pleasure as with a few more harsh thrusts and a fatigued grunt he started cumming. I could feel him twitching inside me, and I let out a strained whimper. As soon as he had finished he removed his hands from my neck and quickly slumped down next to me.
I didn't immediately cuddle up to him, instead I took a few moments to take stock of my state. My body longed for his though, so soon enough I snuggled up to him.
I felt sore. Not like the first time we had sex, I was definitely in a worse state now. Which upon reflection only made sense considering the positions we had done and how I kept telling him to go harder, though the mating press was probably the biggest culprit. I knew I would still be feeling it tomorrow, but it shouldn't be too bad. A lesson to be learned about rough sex though: Even if my horny brain wanted it harder it may not necessarily be a good idea.
It was absolutely worth it, though maybe not a position to do often. It had felt amazing, and despite everything I felt great. Doggy style should be fine, and hopefully something I could try again soon. Cuddling also made it better.
A comfortable silence fell over the room as I basked in his body heat with our bodies intertwined.
"You never told me what bikini you preferred," I finally broke the quiet.
"The white one, I think," he said after a minute of thinking about it.
"The final one? Well, I knew it excited you greatly," I teased, then stuck out my tongue and dragged it across his salty skin.
"Yeah," he snorted, "I meant the third one though."
"The one with gold accents?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'll wear that then. And now you know just how nice my surprises are."
"Yeah," he strengthened his grip around me pulling me as close to him as he could.
I planted a soft kiss on his chest, as I was feeling too tired to actually move.
We stayed like that for a while, both too tired to move. In the end it was me who got up first. My first few steps were perhaps a little wobbly, but I quickly got over it. I cleaned both of us up and threw away the condom, and then made my way to the shower.
He ended up joining me, and though we didn't have sex it was nice to just feel his hands all over my body and his lips on mine. I didn't think it would be possible to have sex standing up with him anyway because of our height difference. It was strangely erotic to have it rub against my stomach as we showered though.
When we finally managed to leave the hotel it was too late to do anything, so we decided to go home for the day. We shared a final kiss on the station before we split apart.
I ended up going to bed early that night, and thankfully my parents didn't comment on why I was so quiet at dinner.