Fumiko - Japanese Teen and ExWhore (part 2)

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almond tease dripping with cumI could tell he wasn’t much older then I was but like me he had gone through a  lot.  I don’t know if he was good looking.  None of the clients I had been with  were attractive to me, I grew up dreaming about Japanese pop-star idols, and  Jose didn’t look like any Japanese rock star I had ever seen.

 

 The next time I saw Jose was the following Tuesday night.  He smiled at me as if  he was glad to see me.  Jose was tall, tan and slanky, I could tell that he wasn’t  much older then I was but his face was aged from life on the streets.  Perhaps if I    had grown up in the United States I could honestly say that I found him  attractive,  but his bold head and the tattoos that covered his neck I didn’t know  what to  think.  Nonetheless he was my only source of “powder” and after our  moment  together in the alley I felt strangely attracted to him.  He was the first  and only  person I had been able to share my ordeal with Duke with.

 

 “Hey what up girl” he asked me with a smile.

 

 “Hello Jose.”

 

“You looking for more stuff?” he asked, this time without the tough street talk that I had experienced the first time we had meet him.

 

“Yes, please!” I was excited and flattered by his demeanor.

 

“What you got to offer?” he asked, I think he wasn’t sure if I had cash to pay this time.

 

“Um..anything,” I replied, still not having any money.

 

“O, I got you girl.”

 

Jose took me to his car this time.  It was parked in a private parking lot with an attendant a few blocks off his corner.   The car was an older model, a Mercury Cougar, it had gold rims and trim that matched.  I was surprised, but the seats were leather and even though it was old, everything about it was well taken care off.  Once we drove off a few blocks, I pulled back my seat and started to strip as I did for Marty, out of habit.  I could tell that Jose was pleased.

 

“Got damn, you the strangest strawberry I’ve ever seen!”

 

Like Marty he started to unzip his pants.  His jeans were baggy, and he fumbled to get his buckle undone.  I made my way to his lap over the gearshifts, I assisted and took pulled his pants down and started kissing and licking his rod while he drove.   Eager to please I began deep throating and jerking him off harder.

 

“Calm down girl,” he resisted, “We’ve got time.”

 

Understanding his command, I stopped with the hard oral play.  For the rest of the drive I mostly licked and kissed his, using my tongue to playfully twirl his head around my mouth at times I’d let him go soft just so I could arose him again.

 

It probably took us a good 30 minutes to reach our destination.  It was a hilltop over looking the city.  The lights were beautiful, I had never taken the time to realize how amazing Los Angeles could look at night.  The buildings and cars, and traffic all their lights danced magically.  I took a few moments to appreciate how breath taking it all looked.   Finally we parked on the side of the road.  I could tell it was an area that wasn’t driven by frequently.  I thought to myself, this is where he wants to fuck me.

 

Jose got out of the car.  I was already naked and sure that he wanted me to stay that way, so I left my clothes in the car.  I followed him, he sat on the front hood and spent a minute just enjoying the view.  I was naked and cold.  A part of me loved the scene, the experience, but I started to shiver.  Jose noticed my cold and he pulled me close to him.  He sat me on his lap and started to talk.

 

“You know, my parents use to come up here when they were young.  Just came from Mexico and to poor to buy movie tickets…   My father told me that his dream car was a 70 Cougar.  He never got one for himself, but I always promised myself as kid I’d have that car.”

 

I guess that was as personal as he could get, Jose was telling me about apart of his past like I had him.   I guess our lives had both worn us down, neither of us were really able to talk about much.  We didn’t’ use anymore words that night.  There was too much we didn’t want to talk about, and too much to say anyway.

 

Jose didn’t fuck me that night.  We spent the rest of our time just sitting and starring at the lights.  I was still mostly naked except for my shoes, but he kept me close and warm with his arms around me.  He shared with me his jacket, and made me feel comfortable and cared for and safe.  It was different, different from all the things that I had known from Duke and even my family.  I never got to experience how men and women were suppose to be with one another.  I had spent my entire life at all girl boarding schools. The only two men that I had ever known were my father and Duke.  My father taught me how to obey men, while Duke, he taught me how to please them.  In the end I am not sure if my father or Duke were very different, or what they did to me was very different.   I don’t think either thought very much of me as a person, rather they were just trying to sculpt what they thought a woman should be; a woman meant to please and obey others.  This moment with Jose, however was how I always guessed it should have or could have been.

 

I left Jose with 4 lines worth of powder that night.  Besides the time we spent together, he didn’t ask for anything else and he even took me home.  A part of me felt guilty, I knew how cranky and upset men could be if they didn’t come.  I didn’t want to not please Jose.  Even as we pulled up to my father’s house, I asked him, “Do you want to fuck me?”

 

“No.”

 

“I can suck you,” I offered again.

 

“No,” he turned me down again, and a part of me was sad that I hadn’t satisfied him.   I looked down, my expression clearly showing that I was ashamed of myself.

 

Jose sensed that I was uneasy, and asked, “What’s your name?”

 

“Huh?” I looked up, not understanding why he asked the question.

 

“What’s your name strawberry?”

 

“Um, me Fumi-san,” I introduced myself with my personal name.

 

“OK Fumi-san.  Thank you,” he kindly offered.

 

“O, arigato!” I said excitedly, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

 

Jose was surprised, and I didn’t know how to respond to his reaction, so I left his car in a hurry.  Jose waited for me to enter my side gate before pulling away.  Which was sweet.  And I knew that even though I didn’t make him cum, he was happy.  And I was happy for that.

August 11, 2008 | Filed Under Diary, Stories 

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