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As the morning sun peeked through the window of her hotel room, Ingrid woke up with a bittersweet feeling. It was her last day in Japan, and the country had stolen her heart. Ingrid had ranked this solo trip at thetop of her bucket list for as long as she could remember, and the trip had somehow exceeded even her wildest dreams. Ingrid calmly lifted the sheets off herself as she waltzed towards the hotel room’s window in her silk, green nightgown.

Ingrid couldn’t help but look out on the Tokyo skyline with adoration. During the first week of her two-week trip, Ingrid explored Osaka and Kyoto, dedicating this entire second week to Tokyo. She had marveled at the sheer amount of restaurant choices in Osaka’s Dotonbori, enjoying all the delicious and authentic Japanese dishes. She had also visited the popular Fushimi Inari Taisha shrine in Kyoto, feeling like Chiyo from Memoirs of a Geisha as she walked through the rows of gates.

During this second week of her trip, Ingrid loved seeing the neon lights in Tokyo at night. She had also admired the cosplayers she would see and made sure to stop inside local bookstores to pick up some manga for the flight home. The previous day, she had visited the Meiji Jingu Shrine and admired its tranquility, meditating on how lucky she felt to have had this once-in-a-lifetime experience.

But now, as Ingrid looked out on the city for the last morning, she felt like something was missing. Now, Ingrid was no prude, having had plenty of erotic escapades in her past. However, the right opportunity never presented itself for her during this trip. Ingrid had tried to strike up conversations with locals and fellow travelers, but they had only been fleeting-albeit positive- moments. Ingrid felt like she had only scratched the surface of what Japan had to offer, and she wished she had more time to explore.

With an exasperated sigh, Ingrid walked away from the window and threw on an outfit so that she could go get breakfast. As she walked through the bustling streets, she saw a little breakfast spot that looked interesting. She walked in and was immediately shocked at how busy it was this early in the day, the line to order nearly out the front doors.

When it was finally Ingrid’s turn to order, she hesitated a little, trying to remember the right words in Japanese. However, the restaurant employee seemed frustrated by her delay in ordering, gesturing for her to step apart so that the others could order their food. Just as she was about to sheepishly step apart, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to see a man in his late 40s, dressed in a nice dress shirt and tie, with blue eyes and light brown hair and some light facial hair. Ingrid was a bit surprised that a stranger had approached her, but she was relieved as he offered to help her with her order.

“Do you mind if I help?” the man asked with sincerity in his eyes.

“If you don’t mind,” Ingrid said, blushing and flustered by both the pressure of the situation and this attractive man intervening.

“Kanojo wa gohan, sāmon, misoshiru, yasai o onegaishimasu,”the man told the employee with steadfast confidence and perfect pronunciation.

“Arigato,” Ingrid replied, flashing him a relieved smile.

“No problem, happy to help,” he replied in English with a warm smile. “I’m David by the way. What’s your name?”

“Ingrid,” she replied, offering her hand for a handshake. She couldn’t help but steal a second look at the man in front of her, and she liked what she saw.

“Nice to meet you, Ingrid. Do you mind if I join you for breakfast?”

Ingrid hesitated for a moment but then nodded with a smile. After David ordered his meal, they made their way to the corner of the cozy little breakfast spot and settled down.

“So, how long are you in Japan for?” David asked.

“What, did my awkwardness at the counter give away my tourist status?” Ingrid joked.

“Well, that along with the Sailor Moon shirt. It’s like wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt in Orlando,” David playfully teased.

Ingrid couldn’t help but laugh, and everything began to flow naturally between them. David was an excellent conversationalist, and Ingrid found herself losing herself in their chat. She told him about all the things she had done on her trip, and where she was from. David, in turn, shared that he was an international businessman for a tech business and typically spent months at a time in Tokyo. Ingrid was fascinated by his Japanese expertise, asking him every question she could think of that she hadn’t had the chance to explore or answer during her trip. As they talked, Ingrid couldn’t help but notice David’s wedding ring after it had tapped against his water glass, but she was not dissuaded in continuing to enjoy and explore with her conversation partner.

As they finished their meal, Ingrid realized it was already noon. Mortified that she was potentially keeping him from his essential work, she tried to wrap up the conversation quickly.

“It was so lovely meeting you, David. Thank you for helping me with my order, and for just being a great guy. Honestly, I wish I had met you earlier in the trip, or at the very least I didn’t have to leave early tomorrow,” she said, gathering her things.

“Likewise. Do you have somewhere to be?” David probed.

Ingrid stammered, confused by his response. “Well, no… but I figured you did.”

As she spoke, she noticed David took his phone out of his pocket and was effortlessly swiping on it, unsure if he had heard her reply or had been too distracted.

“Well, you’re in luck. I’ve just decided to take the day off and just cancelled all my afternoon appointments. Now, you can enjoy your last day in Tokyo with an expert. What do you say?”

Ingrid blushed profusely and tried to protest halfheartedly, but she was drawn to how self-assured David seemed.

“Well, I guess I could do with a tour guide,” she said with a smile. “Thank you so much, David.”

As they headed out of the breakfast spot together, Ingrid couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her chest. Ingrid had been in these type of situations with an older man before and felt confident in her ability to navigate them. However, with David’s confidence, she couldn’t help but feel like she had met her match.

After leaving the breakfast spot, Ingrid and David started their day together. Ingrid’s heart raced as they walked hand in hand down the bustling Tokyo streets, admiring the scenery around them. David led them to the Tokyo Tower, but Ingrid paused.

“Oh I’m sorry David, I already did the observation deck,” she admitted in an embarrassed tone.

David placed his hand on her shoulder, Ingrid admiring its grip. “I assumed you already had, but you haven’t done it with me before.”

Ingrid felt a chill down her spine, her legs turning to jelly from David’s opinion as he dragged her up the stairs to the observation deck. Despite seeing it earlier in the week, Ingrid couldn’t help but still look out in amazement at the city.

“So beautiful,” she said, turning to look at David, who was already gazing at her.

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” he replied, and Ingrid felt a rush of heat flow through her body at his words.

Watching her blush and have a positive reaction to his blatant flirting, David moved to be behind Ingrid, placing his hands on her hips as she looked out at the Tokyo skyline. Ingrid had initially wondered he had grabbed her hips to move around her, but once she realized he had stopped immediately behind her, her heart began to race.

As they made their way down the tower, Ingrid couldn’t help but feel drawn to David’s confidence and charm. She noticed the way he looked at her and the small touches he gave her, and she thought if he could pick up on her flirty gestures as well.

David then told Ingrid that they would be gonna the to the Senso-Ji temple. Ingrid couldn’t help but admire the stunning architecture and serene atmosphere, as if it was an oasis from the stresses of the city and life itself.

“I love how you want to show me both the modern and traditional sides of Tokyo,” Ingrid said, looking at David with admiration.

“Once you’ve lived here and seen as much as I have, you realize Tokyo and life itself has a lot more to offer than just neon lights,” David replied assuredly.

“A man of culture, I respect it,” Ingrid teased, playfully doing a chef’s kiss gesture.

Just then, David received a phone call that seemed as if it were work related. Ingrid didn’t want to be nosy, but she couldn’t help but overhear David mention that he was in the middle of something essential. Ingrid couldn’t help but admire how essential and respected he seemed, which in turn made him valuing their day together even more impactful.

As the sun began to set, they made their way back to the downtown area to eat. Ingrid found herself feeling grateful for the time she had spent with David, and she wanted to make sure he knew just how much.

“I had a really great time today,” she said, smiling at him.

“Me too,” he said, squeezing her hand. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” 

Ingrid felt her heart race, but she knew that this last day was the universe’s gift to her, and she couldn’t let it go to waste.

“I enjoyed it more than you can ever understand,” she stated as her hand slowly went back and forth along his inner thigh, hoping David would take the hint.

David smiled at her, and they finished their meal and walked back to Ingrid’s hotel. As they walked back to her hotel, Ingrid found herself feeling shy. Had David not noticed her flirting? Was he just being nice to her this entire day? He did have a wedding ring, after all. As they reached the front doors to the hotel, she heard herself interrupt her internal monologue.

“So, David,” she said, biting her lip. “Do you want to come up?”

David’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. “Actually, Ingrid, I was hoping you would come up,” he said, winking at her. “I booked the presidential suite in this hotel for tonight, and even had the staff move your luggage and personal items over there already.”

Ingrid’s jaw dropped in shock. “You never told me you were staying at the same hotel as me!”

David smiled and looked directly into her eyes. “I wasn’t, until about 6 hours ago.”

Ingrid could only shake her head at his audacity. “Wow, you really are bold,” she said, impressed by this gesture. “So, you just assumed I’d give in to your charm by the end of the day?”

David chuckled. “I just noticed a look in your eyes earlier, so I took the liberty of making plans for us,” he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Is that okay with you?”

Ingrid felt her cheeks flush with desire as she nodded, feeling more and more drawn to David with each passing moment.

“Yeah, that’s more than okay with me,” she said, smiling up at him. “But how did you have the time to do all of this?”

“I took care of it right after the Tokyo Tower,” David said, taking her hand and leading her into the hotel lobby. “I knew I had to act fast if I wanted to spend more time with you.”

Ingrid blushed at the wondered of how early David had planned for them to be together, feeling her heart race with excitement at what was to come. She knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable night with the most mysterious and wonderful man.

David swept Ingrid off her feet, carrying her into the bedroom in a playful manner. Ingrid giggled as he set her down beside the bed, and she watched as he began to remove his shirt. David revealed a toned chest and abs, and Ingrid was impressed at the effort he must put in to look that good at his age.

“It’s your turn,” David teased, sitting on the edge of the bed as Ingrid stood in front of him.

Ingrid took the hint and playfully stripped her shirt and jeans off herself, smiling to herself as she watched the awe on David’s face.

“You’re fucking perfect,” David said, his eyes not leaving her curves.

“I’m not done yet,” Ingrid playfully replied, reaching around to unclasp her bra. Ingrid wished she had worn a sexier bra and panties combination for him, but in the heat of the moment she wasn’t gonna delay their desires for something that trivial.

Ingrid unclasped her bra, her nipples aimed at David as if they could cut ice. Just then, David did a circular motion with his finger, and Ingrid turned around and peeled her panties off. She felt a strand of her own wetness connected to her panties as she removed them, and she was certain David had noticed.

David walked up to Ingrid, kissed her deeply, and threw her onto the bed. David began to kiss her ankles, tracing his tongue up her inner thighs. Ingrid knew what he wanted to do, but she felt guilty.

“David, I want to go first,” she pleaded, wanting to reward her vacation’s hero.

However, David insisted- not with words, but with his tongue. He continued to trace his tongue between her inner thighs, his soft beard adding an additional sensation for her. As she felt his hot breath on her labia, Ingrid covered her face with a pillow and awaited his attack. David skillfully lapped at her pussy, taking time to suck on her labia and roll his tongue around her clit.

David progressed to insert one finger inside of her, scratching along her G spot as he continued to nibble and lick on her clit. As he felt Ingrid’s breathing become more ragged, he inserted an additional finger and began to finger fuck her.

“I want you to get my beard nice and wet baby,” David demanded. “Don’t you love having an older man eat you out?”

Ingrid cried out in pleasure as she came on his face and his fingers, coating his face with her juices. David steadfastly continued to finger fuck her, helping her to ride her orgasm for as long as feasible.

As Ingrid caught her breath, David lay down beside her and began to unbuckle his pants. Ingrid turned to free his cock from his underwear, with David springing free without any effort. Ingrid admired the size- it wasn’t pornographic, but it was the perfect length and thickness for true pleasure. Ingrid began to lick all along the shaft, coating him with her saliva as she began to rub her lips against the tip, giving little kisses and getting little tastes of his precum. She loved how he tasted, but both her and David subconsciously knew there was a better place for him to put that than her mouth.

After a few minutes of this pleasure, David scooped up Ingrid and placed her on his lap, rubbing the tip of his penis between her labia as they made out. Ingrid considered reminding David about a condom, but ultimately decided against it. This man had given her the release from all the sexual tension that had been building through the entire day, and she wanted to reward him with the true experience of her warm, wet pussy.

Thanks to her earlier orgasm, David slid into Ingrid with relative ease, beginning softly but gradually beginning to thrust up into her with all his might. Ingrid loved his passion, gripping his pecs as she rode him. Ingrid’s body quivered with pleasure as she took him deep inside her. She could feel him hitting all the right spots, and she moaned with pleasure as she came for a second time that night.

“When’s the last time you felt the pussy of a woman in her 20s?” Ingrid purred seductively.

“My wedding night,” David revealed in between grunts. “When’s the last time you had a 40-year-old man inside your pussy?”

“Mmm a while ago, depends on which time,” Ingrid replied with a naughty look on her face, hoping to surprise David with her answer.

David’s eyes initially widened, but then they squinted into a look of determination to replace those prior men in her memory.

“You like having middle-aged men inside you without a condom?” David asked.

“It doesn’t happen all the time, but I’ve been known to be bad from time to time,” Ingrid teased.

“Do you like knowing you’re going to have my cum inside of you tonight?” David flirted, wanting to break the ice on the topic.

Ingrid’s grin grew twice in size at his opinion, happy that they both were on the same page.

“It’s the number one thing I had in my mind this entire day,” Ingrid replied.

David pulled Ingrid towards him, his hands gripping and spanking her ass as they made out, their rhythm of lovemaking on autopilot. Ingrid began to feel David tense up, and she wanted to give him the biggest green light of his life.

“Do it, fill me up. Cum for me, I want you so fucking bad,” Ingrid moaned at the top of her lungs.

David didn’t say another word. He sat upright with Ingrid still in his lap, making sure that he remained inside of her as she straddled him. In that moment, David and Ingrid locked eyes from only a few inches aside, and David began to release his cum into Ingrid. At this angle, David was extremely close to Ingrid’s cervix, as his sperm began to splash against and inside of it. Ingrid began to cum due to the hot and wet sensation she was feeling, her pussy gripping his cock as her walls were coated with his 40-year-old sperm.

They humped together as David released jet after jet of cum inside of her, with Ingrid amazed at the sheer volume. She had seen different types of hentai and porn where there is an egregious amount of cum, and David seemed to be doing his best impression inside her womb.

David and Ingrid hugged each other tightly in this position for many minutes afterwards, his penis still hard enough to plug his sperm inside of her vagina. David and Ingrid didn’t say a word during this time, not even a kiss. Ingrid and David laid their heads on each other’s shoulder, trying to soak in the pleasure and intimacy of the moment they just shared together.

As the emotions began to come down, David lifted his head and looked at Ingrid.

“That was ok to do, right?” David asked with a slight hint of nervousness.

“It’s totally fine, I’m on birth control. Besides, I love creampies,” Ingrid reassured him.

David seemed relieved at her answer. “I probably should have asked beforehand,” he began, “but to be honest? I’m not sure I would have thought straight in that moment regardless of what you would have told me.”

Ingrid playfully slapped his shoulder at his answer. “Then it definitely sounds like we were lucky I’m responsible,” she teased.

However, the notion that David would have desired her enough to cum in her regardless made the hair on her arms stand up, especially considering that she still felt David and his sperm inside of her as she straddled his lap.

As Ingrid attempted to get off David’s lap, he held her hips down against him.

“Not yet,” David said softly, “let’s just relax for a little while like this.”

As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around Ingrid’s back and leaned back, laying down on the bed and becoming her pillow. Ingrid kissed David’s lips as she lay on top of him, her head cuddling against his chest as he played with her hair.

She felt him slowly softening, noticing a sense of wetness and heat leaking out of her and onto his stomach as she felt his penis retreat from her entrance. As she lay on his chest, Ingrid reflected on what a wonderful trip and day it had been, and she couldn’t want to see where her next trip would take her, from both a physical and sexual standpoint.

NSFW: yes

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