Megumi’s Gift

by Charlie
Gender: Male

Age: 38
Race/ethnicity: Black
Location: USA
Highest education received: Some college (not currently in college)
Occupation: US Military
Religious affiliation: Spiritual
How religious are you? A little
What best describes your sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Any other term(s) that describe your sexual orientation/sexuality better/best: 100% Hetero
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Megumi’s Gift


How long ago did this hookup happen? 2 Years Ago

How would you best classify this hookup: One-Night-Stand

Tell us about your PARTNER(S). What did they look like? How well did you know them, had you hooked up before? How/Where did you meet them? How did you feel about them before the hookup? My partner was Megumi, an early 40-something, married mother of two. She looked like the typical Japanese housewife of her age and social class. Her height was normal (5’6″?), but her figure was quite voluptuous, hidden as it was behind her casual clothing.

How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? We met on a dating site I had had some success with before. We agreed to get together blind at a large train station on the Tokyo outskirts during the day time (I was off that day and her husband was working.). While we did not discuss sex in the few emails we’d exchanged, the lack of overt discussion made it seem that we wanted the same thing.

What happened DURING the hookup? What sexual behaviors took place (e.g., oral, vaginal, anal, kinky stuff)? How did you feel during it? Did you have an orgasm? Did your partner(s)? How did they behave toward you? Were they a good lover? What did you talk about? How did it end? We met as planned, and she was surprised that I was a Black American, as she had expected a Caucasian (A deliberate omission on my part, as many Japanese women favor the foreign face they see in the media most.). In spite of the info I’d held back, there was enough desire for us to immediately walk 7 or so minutes to my favorite love hotel, where we selected a room and rode the elevator up to our floor with only minimum awkwardness.

Inside the room sweet Megu-Chan became hesitant (Not uncommon among sober encounters of this variety.). I suggested we remove some clothes and get comfortable on the bed, taking off my shirt as a token of good faith, and hoping she would follow suit. Megumi had no problems getting into the bed and cuddling with me, but she really wanted to study my face very intently for a good 15 minutes or so…really scrutinizing. I took the opportunity to compliment her liberally and genuinely about how attractive I found her, and she just shrugged off all sweet-talk while holding me in her wide-eyed gaze. I slowly began to hold first her hand, then stroke the exposed skin of her arms (She still had not removed her street clothes.), and finally give her long, slow, petting strokes about her shapely, denim-clad thighs. We made small talk for a very long time like this before I told her I wanted to kiss her.

She allowed me to taste her lips, and I gave her the shortest, sweetest, kiss I could generate the restraint for. I picked this moment to play coquettish because now I knew she liked me, but was dealing with some weird cultural-issue I could not fathom. After our kiss she told me I was so cute, and leaned in for more.

We made mouth love for a while before I could not stand it any longer, and removed my jeans and underwear, hoping the sight of my full nudity would spur her to similar disrobing. She devoured my nakedness with her eyes, but made me take her clothes off instead of stripping on her own.

The effects of carrying two children had left their mark, but she was still an absolute joy to behold sans clothing. I kissed and licked and teased her anywhere she’d let me (She did not allow me to perform oral on her. Bummer!). She was still a bit hesitant in touching me as freely as I wanted, but as I am a large intimidating foreigner, I could not really blame her.

Finally, I entered her. The heavy, teasing, foreplay had built our passions to a boiling point, and natural childbirth had not diminished her, uh…ahem, ability to host me snugly.

We had a hot sweaty romp (It was a typically-hot Tokyo summer, and the hotel was probably saving money by keeping the Aircon low.) that probably lasted fifteen minutes before I simply could not hold back any more. She got really loud and excited as I sprinted for the finish line.

We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes afterwards, and I rose to my knees on the side of the bed to remove the full condom from my half-hard manhood.

As soon as the condom was off, Megumi rolled to her hands and knees and began licking my semen-smeared penis back to full rigidity. I was surprised as hell that this woman who would not take oral gave it so deftly–using only her tongue and teasing the fuck out of my glans. After a couple more minutes of absolute joy watching the exotic display, I seized her wrist and roughly threw her on her back. Another condom was donned, and we were at it again.

It was extremely hot, and I was feeling extremely self-conscious about sweating into her unturned face as I heaved and humped on top of her. I tried to inconspicuously wipe my face on the pillows, but the sweat kept falling directly into her face at times. I switched tactics, and nibbled and sucked at her earlobes, trying to avoid the perspiration shower. She responded strongly, but the angle was awkward (I’m 6’2″.). I rolled her into the woman-superior position and asked her to fuck me…

She would not. She shook her head violently and told me twice that she had no confidence in her body.

(This well-preserved, sexual dynamo suffered from the same sexual inadequacies as the rest of us, it seemed. No one likes getting older, I guess. I know I hate it!)

I talked her into a reverse-cowgirl, and she really went to town in that position. I felt robbed of the chance to worship her oppai, which were really impressive in size, shape, and aesthetic appeal. We fucked until I had to release again, and I rolled her into the missionary to grunt and bang out another orgasm.

She rewarded my efforts with another mewling, whimpering finish, and we had a few more minutes of sweet kissing, stroking, and gasping afterwards.

Extremely long story short version? She licked me hard two more times after that. I had some trouble reaching orgasm the third time, and we took a break, but on the fourth condom I turned her around, grabbed her milky white hips and ass, and gave her the second hardest, most savage rear-entry I have ever given anyone. She yelped and whined when I started and began howling and yelling as my pace quickened and the sweat flew. I do not ever recall being so absolutely sexually-exhausted with any other lover in my life.

We kissed and cuddled and talked a bit after round 4. She asked if I always did it four times when I met someone. I foolishly boasted that I did if my partner was as lovely and game as she was.

I regret this, because I really feel I could have worded my reply in a way that gave all the credit to her, my beautiful one-time married lover who was seeking something she never was completely honest about.

We showered, and I kissed her whenever I could steal a second. She seemed demure and embarrassed after the sex stopped, but she allowed the kisses. I was grateful for that.

Our conversation was minimal as we left the hotel and returned to the train station. I think I made some comments about how I wanted to see her again as much as possible, but she had once again presented the mask of the politely-quiet, unassuming Japanese Everywoman of a certain age.

I watched her walk down the stairs to catch her train. She never looked back, and we exchanged no public displays of affection after we’d left the hotel.

Domo Arrigato Gozaimashita, Megumi-San. I will never forget your gift of pure, hot, incomprehensible passion. I have never had another experience like the one we shared.

What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? Did you discuss STI history? We used condoms all four times for penetration, but she would not allow oral to be performed on her. She gave me mouth-to-genital contact with wild abandon.

What were your REASONS for having this hookup? We met and shared physical passion and emotional tenderness/vulnerabilities for different reasons. I cannot guess what her motives were, but her voracious appetite and physiological response pointed to the fact that she must have enjoyed the sex as much as I did.

I just wanted to enjoy sex with lovely, horny Japanese women. I have a strong erotic drive, and I knew I would not have the chance to experience the exotic delights I’d long fantasized about upon returning to the US.

Were alcohol or drugs involved? If so, how much? We were both sober. I’d had some coffee from a can on the way over. She declined any alcohol, as she had to go home to her family afterwards.

What happened AFTER the hookup? How did you feel about it? What are your expectations/hopes for the future with this person? How do you feel about them now? I got an email at work the next day where she simply thanked me. My request for another meeting went unanswered, and I never saw or heard from her again.

I think I saw an ad on the site we met on that matched her writing style. The person it described matched her age, physique, marital status, etc.

The ad mentioned that she was married, but was looking for someone who also was married. I think the subtext was that she was looking for understanding.

I will never know for sure.

I felt a bit hurt and disappointed that she did not want to see me again, but I could not complain. I do not know what it means to be married–to share your life with someone. I cannot fathom the depths of any guilt or disappointment she might have felt.

To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? I have never spoken to anyone about this.

Was this a consensual and/or wanted experience for you? For your partner? She met me and accompanied me to the hotel of her own free will. If she did not want sex, she would have said no. I had dozens of women say no to me in my lifetime, so I consider myself an expert on the facts of consensual sex.

I can’t really perform if I feel things are not 100%.

Do you regret this hookup? If so, why? NO!

What was the BEST thing about this hookup? How about the WORST? Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? The best thing? EVERYTHING but the one-time status. Megumi was a woman unlike any other I have known before or since. Young girls play with sex like it’s a new toy or a cheap thrill or a way to get attention or favors from a lover. An older woman really gets into it for the act itself, in my opinion. Give me a lady with some life behind her every time!

(Not that the young ones lack in charm, mind you. The nod simply goes to experience, and the ability to facilitate sex with fewer social games, which is a HUGE turn on for me.)

The worst? The one-time status.

Megumi-Sama definitely helped me grow as a man.

All things considered, how POSITIVE was this experience? Very positive

All things considered, how NEGATIVE was this experience? Not at all negative

Anything else you want to add about this hookup or anything else? I MISS JAPAN!!!

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