Continue the story as Alan in first person; she is shy, and she struggles with English as she speaks using her Japanese accent:
In the bustling online chatroom, Sakura and I connected two souls from opposite ends of the globe, drawn together by the magic of the internet. She, an energetic 20-year-old from Japan, and I, Alan, a 54-year-old with a cavernous house echoing with loneliness.
Our conversations flowed effortlessly, spanning from the mundane to the profound. Sakura’s innocence was magnetic, her mischief keeping me on my toes. And her beauty—oh, it was like a symphony for the eyes. She was slender, with flowing ebony hair, almond-shaped eyes brimming with curiosity, and skin like porcelain.
Inviting her to stay was impulsive, driven by a yearning for companionship. I spared no expense, booking her a first-class flight. When she arrived, radiant in a sundress, my heart skipped a beat.
Back at my grand abode, I played the host, showing her around with eager anticipation. We laughed, explored, and shared stories that wove the fabric of our souls together.
As the days passed, our bond deepened until one night, as we sat together in bed, Sakura nestled close, her delicate frame fitting perfectly against mine.
“Enjoying the show?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes, it’s… uh… interesting,” she replied, her English tinged with her native accent.
I chuckled softly, running a hand through her silky hair. “You’re doing great with the English, Sakura.”
She smiled, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “Thank you, Alan. You… love me, yes?”
My heart skipped a beat at her words. “Yes, Sakura,” I whispered, pulling her closer. “I love you.” And at that moment, as she snuggled against me, I knew that whatever the future held, we would face it together, bound by a love that transcended language and distance.
I felt her fingers under the blankets trace my cock through my boxers as it lay limb.
I looked down at her, surprised but slightly excited by her boldness. I could see the curiosity and desire in her eyes. She was still shy but seemed to have found some courage to express herself physically.
“Sakura…” I said softly, not knowing what to say next. She looked up at me and bit her lower lip nervously, waiting for my response.
I took a deep breath and decided to go with the flow of the moment. I reached down and gently pulled off my boxers, exposing my hardening cock to her gaze. She gasped softly and looked away momentarily, but then she turned back to me with determination.
She wrapped her hand around my cock and began to stroke it gently.
I closed my eyes and let out a low moan as she continued to stroke me. The sensation was overwhelming but in the best possible way. It had been so long since I had felt this connection with someone, and it was clear that Sakura thought it, too.
After a few minutes of stroking, she leaned in closer to me and whispered, “Me can taste you now, please?” she struggled with English but sounded cute.
My heart skipped a beat at her words. I nodded eagerly, unable to speak as my excitement grew. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and began to suck gently. It felt incredible – like nothing I had ever experienced before. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she took more of me into her mouth.
As Sakura continued to pleasure me with her mouth, I couldn’t help but let out soft moans of pleasure. Her technique was surprisingly skilled for someone who claimed to have little experience. But I didn’t question it, I just let myself get lost in the moment.
As she continued to suck and lick, her hands explored my body, tracing the contours of my chest and stomach. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
“Sakura,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair. “I’m…I’m going to…”
But before I could finish my sentence, she pulled away and looked up at me with a mischievous glint. “Not.. not yet,” she said, a playful smirk on her lips. “Me.. want. I mean… I want to try… something else.”
She stood up and climbed off the bed, pulled off her nightie and took off her bra and knickers, revealing her perfect body to me. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of her, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. She climbed back onto the bed, straddling me as she leaned in to kiss me.
Her lips were soft and inviting, and I eagerly kissed her back. As our tongues danced together, her hand reached down to grab my hard cock as she rubbed it on her slightly hairy pussy. She then guides me inside of her. I could feel her warmth and wetness as I entered her, and it was like a jolt of electricity running through my body.
As Sakura moved her hips, guiding me deeper inside of her, I couldn’t help but let out a low growl of pleasure. She was so tight, and the way she moved against me was driving me wild. I could feel her nails digging into my shoulders as she moaned against my neck.
“Good…so good,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “I want…I want…”
Her words trailed off as she struggled to find the right words in English. But her body language spoke volumes, and I knew exactly what she wanted. I thrust into her, my hands gripping her hips as I tried to match her rhythm.
“Yes, Sakura,” I moaned, my own English faltering as pleasure consumed me. “You feel amazing. Oh, fuck, your pussy is so so good.”
She let out a loud cry, her hips bucking against mine as her walls tightened around me. I could feel her shaking as she rode out her orgasm, and it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
I flipped her onto her back with my cock still inside her and started fucking her as my bed rattled off the wall.
“Alan, you…you make me feel…good. Very good.” she struggled to get the right words as I continued to move up and down on top of her.
“I-I…I want more,” Sakura stuttered, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.
I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. I started thrusting into her again, my hands gripping her hips as I tried to push deeper inside her. She let out a loud moan, her nails digging into my back as I hit just the right spot inside her.
“Alan…ahh…I…I…I love you,” she stammered, her English faltering as she struggled to string together a coherent sentence.
As I look between her legs, seeing her pussy hugging my cock turned me on so much. I leaned down to suck her tits while holding her hips as I kept slamming my dick into her.
My balls started to tighten. I was red in the face trying to hold back, but I couldn’t, not any more; her pussy was too good as it hugged tightly around me. I went full-on fast as my cock went in and out, as I grunted and groaned as I came so damn fucking hard.
As I lay on top of Sakura, panting and trying to catch my breath, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with emotion.
As we both came down from our high, Sakura collapsed against me, her breathing heavy as she nuzzled her face into my neck. I held her close, running my fingers through her hair as we both caught our breath.
“That…that was…” Sakura stammered, struggling to find the right words.
“I…I’m sorry for my poor English,” Sakura said shyly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said, kissing her forehead. “I love everything about you, including your accent.”
She smiled and buried her face in my chest, and I knew that, at that moment, I never wanted to let her go. We may have come from different worlds, but when we were together, nothing else mattered. We were just two people in love; that was all that mattered.
