Fumiko - Japanese Teen and ExWhore (part 6)

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After our experience with Lex, Jose started occasionally calling me Fuck Me Some. I guess he liked the name. It didn’t bother me. I even thought it was cute. Japanese people often had second names for those that they cared about. I guess in America it is called a pet name. For Jose it was a street name. Whatever the case, I liked that our relationship had reached that level.

Summer was starting. The days were getting a lot hotter and LA nights were smoggy and humid. Most of the people started wearing their t-shirts in the evenings. Girl wore short shorts and tank tops. I however was still visiting Jose in my normal clothes: long sleeve shirts and casual jeans. And as the weeks went by the contrast between us grew. Jose finally took notice.

“Girl, we’re gonna have to hook you up.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want my baby girl to look sexy when we’re out.”

“I thought you liked me naked,” I teased.

“Yeah, but when we’re out, you can’t be all naked on the street.” He chuckled.

“Besides, I want people to look at you and know you my girl.”

I never thought of it before, but Jose and I did look odd together. I was a conservatively dressed Japanese girl and he was vato from the streets, dressed in wife beaters and baggy creased khakis.

I tried to recall some of the gangster Mexican couples I had seen on the streets. It was summer and the Mexican girls wore short shorts and tanks tops. Much different then what I would show up in. Jose didn’t have to convince me anymore, he was right.

It was hard finding a store that was open, I usually only saw Jose a few hours in the middle of the night. Eventually we ended up at the 24-hour Wal-mart. Jose and I lookedat several items together. I naturally sided with the more conservative clothes, while Jose selected skimpier fits. After shopping for a while, I realized that I was being silly, if was willing to walk around a sex toyshop naked when I was with him, why was I fussing over the difference between t-shirts and tank tops. So I decided to give it my all. I started looking for the most revealing clothes they had to offer and even then I grabbed under sizes that I knew would fit tightly against my body.

I tried on a few outfits for Jose: a black tank top that exposed my belly with a pair of short shorts that had a skirt over lay. I still didn’t have or desired to wear make up, but in a pair of cheap high heals I looked dramatically different.

Jose was pleased and excited. The more the clothes revealed the happier he was. And honestly, I had fun dressing up for him. I would come out and he would look at me and ask me to spin around. It was fun, and by the third set, I was willfully posing for him, leaning against the door in seductive ways.

It was after a short mini skirt and tight tube top that Jose couldn’t take it anymore. He followed me back into the dressing room, pushing me against the mirror to kiss me passionately.

“I hope you don’t have any underwear on,” he whispered.

I did, and I thought if these were the types of clothes I’d be wearing for Jose, I might as well leave them off.

“Sorry,” said with a playful pout.

He reached down to pull them off, saying, “They get in the way.”

I agreed, teasing, “You shouldn’t buy me any panties then.”

Jose gave me a grin before kissing my neck.

“Did you like what you saw,” I whispered, realizing that there might be people close to our stall.

“I liked everything, aye. I like knowing other vato’s thinking you’re sexy and knowing you’re with me.”

I reached down for his tool, hoping to find his manhood erect; Jose didn’t disappoint. “Do you want me to suck it?” I offered hoping to put a down payment for the clothes I knew he would pay for.

“Maybe a kiss, but we’ve got some more shopping to do, you know.”

I gave him what little he wanted, unzipping him, I kneeled down to french his cock. Of course I took my time and made sure to see that it circled my mouth at least once. Jose was disciplined however and pulled it away before i could temp him anymore.

“Come on Fuck Me Some, we gotta check out the electronics department too.”

That was when i remembered my promise to Jose and knew exactly what it was that he was eager for.

Jose didn’t take long to make his decession. He asked for the most expensive and smallest digital camera they had. When the clerk tried to explain to him the difference between the two, Jose looked disinterested and just told him to go with the better one. The clerk however still wasn’t sure which one Jose wanted, so Jose had to say again, “Look holmes, the expensive one.”

By the time we were out of the store Jose was already fumbling to undo the package. I’m fairly certain that if it wasn’t for the fact that the camera had to charge up it’s batteries first, Jose would have had me pose nude for him then and there.

It was about an hour after we had gotten home that he was sure the batteries were ready. Jose had me put on a fashion show for him and wear different combinations of the clothes he bought me while he took photos eagerly.

TO BE CONTINUED

August 25, 2008 | Filed Under Diary, Stories 

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