“Lie back and let me work my magic. The rest is going to feel even better,” he said as he lifted her foot, massaging the soles with his thumbs. The start of his seductive assault started at her heels, with small circles. Jayne felt her lower region begin to heat up. He locked eyes with her as he pressed deeper, making small, then medium purposeful circles with his thumbs. Fingers enclosed across the top of her feet as his thumbs pressed outward on the foot bones. Is this supposed to be turning me on? Because it is…it really is. The warmth she had felt earlier was intensifying, sending signals to her pocketbook to start making change.
Jayne tried to pull her foot back, but he stopped her, massaging the toes. “What are you afraid of Jayne? I move closer, you pull away.”
Wide eyes watched him massage her toes. She cooed a bit as he took the big toe into his mouth and suckled it. She swore she could smell everything in the room and feel her ovaries release an egg! His tongue flicked over the neck of the big toe while his hands had moved back to her calf sliding up and down, with the lotion serving as a lubing agent. He nibbled at the meaty portion on the big toe. “Tonight Jayne. We are advancing our relationship. But first, I want you tell me what is holding you back?”
This question was posed as he suddenly grabbed her left leg throwing it over his right shoulder and her right leg over his left. If anyone walked in the room, they would swear they were in the act of coitus. “Toshi, there are some cultural differences between us that can’t be ignored. A few of them are serious points of concerns for me.” Like the position I currently find myself in.
His hands were on her thighs, massaging the tissue of her quadriceps. “Unless we talk about what is on our minds Jayne, we will never grow.” He had moved to the ottoman closer which placed her butt in his lap. The heat radiated through the polyester of his running pants. Concentration was escaping through her pores as her body began to respond to his touch. His hands were working her thighs like a bass player in a juke joint. “Damn,” was all she could muster at the moment as he lowered her right leg to the floor. What Jayne had been afraid he would see, was now very evident. The seat of her pants were wet. With the light colored fabric, he could see it clearly.
“Now we are getting somewhere,” he said as he went to work on her left foot, repeating what he had done to the right. Toes in his mouth and all.
Thoughts pinged about her head as she tried to mentally will her nipples to flatten back out, so she threw something out to throw him off track. “Toshi, our two races are so different. I mean mine came to America on a boat.”
It did not stop his tongue from flickering across the neck of her big toe as he responded. “So did mine.”
Feeling vulnerable, she told him through gritted teeth, “well my people were in the bottom of the ship rowing it.”
He picked her right leg up and placed it upon his shoulder again, using his thumbs to press into the muscle and the base of her glutes. “In some instances, Jayne, mine were as well. If not in the bottom, then in the kitchens cooking and doing the laundry.” He pulled her back into his lap, pushing the base of her top upward where it rested under her small breasts, exposing her midriff. His hands were hot as they moved across her taut abdomen, feeling as if he were stealing all of her breath. It did not take him long to spot the birth control patch. An index finger explored the fabric of the patch, letting Jayne know, that he saw it. “Is this new?”
“Yes, I got it on Thursday,” she told him as she exhaled loudly.
His hands moved lower, almost touching the top of her girly curls. “So you are thinking what I am thinking as well?”
Jayne couldn’t concentrate. “No, I am thinking Toshi, my people built the most of the east coast and the railways to connect to the west.” Why didn’t I put on a bra? She could feel his thumbs now at the base of her breasts, coming close, but not touching. His fingers slid underneath her body, moving one digit at a time along her spinal column as if he were playing a private recital on the ivories. Somewhere between T7 and T18 on her spinal column, he hit a nerve and her legs turned to jelly flopping open at the knees.
“And my people settled the west and built the railroad east to connect with the railways, often dying in camps.” His hands moved lower on her spine. Her shoulders were on the couch while the largest part of her was in his lap. “All of that is history Jayne. I am trying to discuss a future.” His finger went lower to her lumbar nerves, stroking L1 as he moved down through L5.
“You can’t…” she mumbled, trying to say more, but her mouth felt as if she had sucked on a bowl of cotton balls. “…discuss a future, if you can’t understand your past, is what I am trying to say. Ooh shit, Toshi. Hit that spot again.” Toshi went back to the spot giving it a bit more attention and Jayne moaned out loud. “Yes, that feels so damn good! A bit harder Toshi! Just a bit deeper!” A few more of those and he is going to see my O face.
“The past is relevant yes,” he told her as he pulled her even further into his lap. “But once you understand its lessons, you can learn and move forward.” His fingers were moving down to her sacrum and Jayne was about to lose it. Every nerve in her body was awake and crying for his attention.
“Toshi, this country has not been fair to many races, but mine they enslaved. Now they have imprisoned most of the males, in a sense, enslaving us all over again,” she told him as she arched her back giving him more access. The hardened nipples were straining against the cotton of the tee, asking him to connect with them.
Magical fingers crawled up her sides, stopping just outside of her breast before sliding under her shoulder blades. “Jayne, after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, my people were rounded up and placed in concentration camps in Arizona. I know it doesn’t compare to slavery, but…” He lifted her shoulders, lowered her legs and she found herself sitting astride him, with her breasts in his face. “…we cannot change our past. I am asking you to move with me; take us forward.” His breath could be felt through the cotton of her blouse as his mouth made contact with her breast.
Jayne’s hands went into his hair, pulling his head forward as his teeth grazed her nipple through the fabric. “Move with me Jayne,” he told her as his fingers slid down to her hips. She shook her head no. In a flash, she found her shoulders back on the couch, Toshi on his knees, and her legs wrapped around him. He lowered his head, planting kisses on her belly. The male scent of him filling her nose. Exciting her more.
His voice was husky with passion as he command her, “Move with me Jayne.” She still was not giving as she watched the ebony hair on his head move lower, planting kisses on her abdomen. Her hands flew to the tops of her pants, to hold them in place, “They don’t have to come off.” Her breath caught as he dropped his head between her thighs, feeling the heat of his mouth on her pocketbook!
“Great day in the morning!” she yelled as she felt the movement of his tongue through the fabric. “Please stop! This is so inappropriate Toshi.” The words were said, but her hands were locked in his hair maneuvering his head. She wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this.
Evidently, neither could he. He lifted a very petite Jayne off the couch as he stood, turned and took a seat. She stood there looking at him, eyes heavy with passion, craving the finish he had promised. “If you are ready to move our relationship forward Jayne, then come to me and I will help you.” The seat of her pants looked as if she hadn’t made it to the bathroom on time. His arousal was evident in his gym pants. It had been so long for her. He extended his hand, “I will take care of you Baby, just take the step and show me you want me, Jayne.”
She didn’t want to seem too eager, but she wanted him in the worst way. Tentatively, she placed her hand in his. Before she could change her mind, Toshi pulled her forward into this arms, kissing her in a way that promised more delights to come. He helped her straddle his lap. The one thing Toshi wanted the most, since he first laid eyes on her, he was finally getting. A handful of the world’s most perfect ass.
Fingers sank
into her flesh as he showed her how he wanted her to move against him. “Are you ready for me Jayne?”
As their mouths connected, arms enveloped her pulling her close telling her she was home. Fire burned within her belly that ignited something deep within, pulsing through an already excited body craving to win the race. Lips worked feverishly as her hips rocked against the solidness of him trying desperately to reach the unstated goal. She cried out his name as she thrust her hips against his pelvis, unable to achieve the desired feeling she needed. Fingers grappled at his shoulders pulling, pushing, pulling, and pushing until Toshi found himself on his back with Jayne on top of him. Her delicate hands were everywhere as she touched, adjusted and repositioned him to suit her purpose. Satisfied with his awkward position, Jayne let go, throwing her head back as he held on to her hips.
Unprepared for the intensity of her action, Toshi was caught up in her storm and swept along in the current. As she rounded second base for home, Toshi’s closed his eyes, going along with the intense ride. The sweet kind woman who seldom raised her voice had turned into a Howler Monkey as she called his name while grunting, moaning, and gyrating against him. Finally spent, she collapsed on top of him as he cradled her in his arms.
The intimate moment was ruined as Timmy made his presence known, growling loudly reminding her she had not eaten. Gentle hands rubbed her back while he whispered in her ear. “If I had my way, I would spend every night for the rest of my life pleasing you, holding you in my arms, and listening to your breath.”
“I think I like letting you have your way with me Toshi,” Jayne told him as she snuggled into his arms and drifted off to sleep. If this was the down payment, she didn’t care what the cost was to get the full ride. She wanted in and she wanted to play.
Chapter 22
It would go down as one of the weirdest days of Toshi’s life. His wonderfully intimate evening with his girlfriend ended with him alone on the couch covered in a brightly colored blanket. An initial attempt to empty his bladder became humiliating when he realized he had supermanned himself and his underwear was glued to his pubes. A patch of hair was now missing after he had to cut the material away to get out of his drawers. The cause of his pain had evidently left for church and didn’t want to wake him.
In a hurry to make it to church himself, after his shower, he forgot to put on a pair of underpants and was free balling it for the remainder of the afternoon. In church, Kunio kept passing notes, which he refused to read, forcing his father to give the naughty boy finger shake to him. Even at 30 years old, he found himself mouthing, “She started it!”
The afternoon got weirder as his sister pelted him with questions about Jayne. Where she worked, what she liked to eat, and her favorite color. “Lavender, why?” Kunio would not divulge what she was up to and his neck hurt from sleeping on Jayne’s hard couch. A slow smile crept across his face during the familial late lunch as he remembered last night, which made his mother burst into tears. She had been doing that a lot lately and he wondered if something was wrong.
Not to be dismissive, he kissed his mother good bye, threw a pine cone at his sister’s head and headed home, only to find Raheem waiting on his door step red-eyed, hung over, and looking like a homeless St. Bernard. Toshi escorted his friend inside, encouraging him to open up. The words were immediately regretted, as Raheem began to discuss intimate details of his relationship with someone name Raoul. Of the 43 muscles located in the face, none of them moved as the details became more graphic, ending with his friend of many years, in tears once more. It appeared that Raheem confessed his love after some intense sex, in which Raoul did not respond. The lack of clarity in the conversation made 8 of the muscles in Toshi’s face twitch, because his friend could have skipped the details on their sex life to get to the problem. Raheem was embarrassed.
“That is nothing my friend,” Toshi told him as he poured him a fresh cup of tea. “I am so far gone with Jayne, I came in my pants last night and supermanned myself to my underwear and had to cut a strip of my pubic hair out this morning to remove my spunked up drawers.”
The low rumble of laughter seeped up through Raheem’s chest coming out in a gut busting laugh. Raheem laughed even harder when Toshi stood, partially unzipped his pants and showed him the reverse landing strip he had given himself. “Yeah, you are probably thinking the same thing. That was a massive load. It has been a while since I had some loving.” Which made Raheem fall over on the couch in guffaws. This prompted Toshi to tell his friend, “let your words marinate with Raoul. He will respond when he’s ready. Now shut up. At least you are getting some.”
Grandma Pearl swore she could smell sin and she could smell that Jayne had gotten some as well. Jayne allowed the family matriarch to ramble. It was far easier than telling her she hadn’t actually copulated with Toshi. This was followed by a litany of questions about why she had not been to any cons lately.
“I am planning to go Los Angeles in July to debut our new comic book,” she told her Grammy as she helped set the table.
Grandpa Joe, who swore he was deaf in one ear from a bombing in Viet Nam, turned in his seat. “Who is ‘our’, Chile? That implies some plurality.”
“Toshi and I are debuting our comic book in Los Angeles,” she said, which caused Grandma Pearl to jump up and head toward the prayer closet. “We will have separate rooms Grammy. What is the big deal?”
“The big deal, Miss Hot in the Pants, is that you are traveling across the country with this man, who may turn out to be a serial-killer-rapist, who wants to tie you up and eat sushi off your boobies!”
Grandpa Joe and Jayne had the same expression of the what the frack Pearlie?, plastered on their face. “Grammy seriously. He lives in the same complex I live in. He works at the university and he is a nice guy.”
“He ain’t that nice. You haven’t brought him by here to meet us,” Grandpa Joe mumbled.
“Yes, Missy. Before you go and get on any plane with him, we need to meet this man,” Grandma Pearl said as she called them to the table for her mushy meatloaf.
“No problem. I will make that happen,” she assured them both as she sat at the table, eyeballing the greasy cabbage. How was she going to tell Toshi her folks were ready to meet him. Hell, how was she going to explain…her folks?
On Tuesday morning, Tunisia routed a call to her desk. “This is Jayne Wright. How may I help you?”
There was a moment of silence on the phone, but she could hear someone breathing. She repeated herself. “Jayne Wright. May I help you?”
“So sorry Jayne. Someone was talking to me. This is Kunio Yamaguchi.” It was an honest response when Jayne told her it was a pleasant surprise. Her mind shifted to a worst case scenario. “Is Toshi okay? Has he been hurt?”
It had not entered Kunio’s mind that a call out of the blue from her could cause a panic. She wanted to calm her down. “As far as I know, that lunkhead is fine. I would like to run over him with my car sometimes, but no, all is well.” This was followed by a pregnant pause. Jayne was busy with no time to play a guessing game with her. “What can I do for you Kunio?”
“I am uncertain if you are aware, but next Friday is Toshi’s 31st birthday. We usually have a family dinner at the house. I was wondering if you were free to join us.”
Jayne wasn’t aware that it was his birthday, but to keep from feeling stupid… “Sure what time? We are supposed to meet up with our friends later that night for some dancing. You are more that welcome to join us as when we go out.”
“I would love to. I will bring my fiancé as well,” Kunio told her, then provided the address to the Yamaguchi home and dinner time for next Friday. Jayne only had about ten days to get things in order. First on the list was planning some dancing with their friends. A present was also needed for her boyfriend. What could she give him? As she looked about her cluttered work desk, she spotted the corner of the layout boards for the comic book. A gigantic smile covered her face. Perfect. Now on to the friends.
/> She remembered that Phở worked for King’s Beauty Supply, prompting a call to the main store. On her first attempt, someone hung up on her. The second attempt she pretended to be a new beauty shop opening and was connected immediately.Phở was excited about her idea and would take care of calling Felix and Raheem.
“Ah, Phở.” Jayne asked, “where does Toshi like to go to dance?”
“The Country Club is his preference, but we don’t stay long because of his students who also go there.” Phở told her as a warning.
After chatting for a few more minutes with Phở about her idea, she called her girlfriends and provided them with a time and location. All was ready, with one exception. She had no idea how a Japanese family conducted dinner and she was about to meet his parents!
Holy crap! She was about to meet his parents! A slow thought began to burn in the back of her mind. An idea so ingenious, that it would set a new record for the best birthday present in the whole, wide world. A second thought began to burn in her as well. She was going to make his birthday perfect.
Chapter 23
Nearly four days had passed since her intimate relaxation session with Toshi. In all honesty, she was afraid to be alone with him. If that man could turn her on like that fully dressed, she shuddered at what he could do without her clothing. As the week progressed, the Wednesday workout went well. He complimented her body on the new definition in her arms and thighs.
Thursday, he brought lunch to her office and spent good deal of time chatting with Frank about nutrition, work out plans, and water consumption. Frank’s admiration for Toshi extended to the work completed on the comic book. Jayne showed him a few of the concepts and layouts telling him she needed to go to press. Frank made a phone call to a few friends, which changed everything. Jayne was in his debt and physically hugged and kissed the man for his contribution. Things were rolling far better than she had hoped.
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