A Broken Shotglass

B y Anonymous

(Full title: A Broken Shotglass and Memories of a Japanese Goddess)

I had been on Okinawa Island for almost a six months. I was getting really disgusted. I am an American of Okinawan descent. It seemed as if every woman I met was either a base whore (who won't give non - military the time of day) or the type who will have nothing to do with foreigers. I was caught in limbo for six months. I was going out of my fucking mind. To compound my frustration, I was constantly hearing stories from fellow English teachers (Brits, Aussies and Americans) about how they had just had some beautiful specimen of Okinawan womanhood.

My fellow teachers advised me to play the part of aggressor. "Be heavy handed," they instructed, "the Okinawan girl is still programmed to respond to the primitive approach." I did this. I even set a personal goal of hitting on 10 women a day. I was getting nowhere, until things changed quite suddenly.

Before Miyuki, there had been one barfly. She had been the taste of success I needed to give me the morale boost I so badly needed. But things really got smoking with Miyuki. One evening, I headed down to the Book Box in Ishimine-cho. I was a bit bored, since my Aussie friend was busy "raising the flag" with one of his women. Then, I saw this goddess, about 5', with smallish but incredibly well shaped breasts, long, straight, black, silky hair clad in white blouse and black miniskirt browsing the foreign language section. I couldn't believe how lucky I had gotten when she agreed to talk and go out for drinks. She was perfect - she even had great teeth, which can be difficult to find in Japan. I can't remember what we talked about - I was too busy mentally undressing her the entire time, imagining how soft and smooth her white skin must be, and visualizing the juicy bush that must be under that black miniskirt.

The izakaya we were at was getting a little noisy, so I suggested going out to a seawall at Ginowan City, which was a well known nanpa spot. (For those of you that know Okinawa, no this was not the infamous Sunabe Seawall) I was glad to see that there was hardly anyone there, and none of the couples were within earshot of each other. This time, though, when the conversation was spent, I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She didn't move away. Soon I was kissing her all over her face and head, except for the lips. She soon started returning my kisses, which quickly turned into full blown making-out. I worked my way up her shirt, and slipped my hand under her blouse and bra and began playing with her nipples and her shapely breasts. I could have taken her right then and there. She knew it, too. She said to me, "basho kimeyou." (Let's decide on a location)

With that, I somehow managed to compose myself (I felt as if I was going to explode) as we got into her car and over to my house as fast as we could. We couldn't even get past the first room before we were making out at a fever pitch again, this time with our clothes coming off as well. She was even more gorgeous than I had imagined. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have my cock inside that gorgeous pink pussy.

When I got inside her, I had to exercise every bit of self control I possessed, since the sensation of her warm, wet pussy against my cock, her moaning, and the contorted look of pleasure on her face just wanted to make me blow my load. I could not have helped blowing my load when I did, as she pumped harder and faster and began arching her back as she was digging her nails into my back. Then came a moment of silence followed by a satisfied scream as I shot my own load inside her.

The evening's activities did not end here. I must have dozed off for a little bit. I woke up to find her lavishing attention with her mouth on my balls and quickly hardening rod. We got into a sixty nine position, and she tasted just like she looked. As far as I was concerned, her juices were the nectar of the gods. When I started to feel like my rod would split from being so hard, she suddenly got off me and pushed me gently on my back onto the futon. I loved her gentle but firm aggression, (a trait that would endear herself to me throughout our entire relationship) as she climbed onto me and rode me into a mental oblivion of sheer pleasure. I couldn't have thought about anything else as I massaged her breasts and enjoyed the feeling of her warm, slick cunt against my cock. Fireworks went off in my head again as I blew my load into her again and she collapsed on my chest.

The evening didn't end here. Miyuki and I went on to make love 3 more times that evening. This is not an exaggeration. It is the honest-to-God truth. I will never forget as we were laying back on the futon gently kissing each other and she said to me, "Go kai me." (Let's do it a fifth time) I don't know how I did it, but the sheer sexiness of this beautiful, white-hot lady laying naked next to me demanded it of me.

Our relationship, which was strictly sexual, lasted a few months. I guess you could say what started out as merely wanting to "get some" led me to fall for her. I wanted her heart. But I couldn't have it. I was tired of the sneaking out to love hotels and remote beaches or mountains. I told her I would dump my regular girlfriend (whom I had met after this extraordinary evening) for her, since we were already having problems. But she said not to do such a capricious thing for something I could never have. That was the last time I saw her. All I have to remember that extraordinary woman are the pieces of a shot glass she brought back to me from California, that I later dropped and broke. I am happily engaged to another wonderful Okinawan lady now. But every now and then, as I sit alone in my house as I am this evening, and watch the steadily falling snow cover the midwestern landscape in a beautiful blanket of white, my thoughts wander back to the pieces of the broken shot glass, and the happy memories that they hold.

(end of story)

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