Meeting Minako (Part 1)

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As usual John’s trip to Tokyo was for business not pleasure. It was just serendipity when he found out about the Bach concert the next day. John Langham really wanted to attend, but he didn’t like to go to classical music concerts alone. I mean who does—certainly not John that’s for sure. The Canadian realized from unhappy experience that a single man at such an event would stick out like a sore thumb. He’d look stupid all dressed up and sitting alone. Worse still would be standing forlorn and isolated during the intermission break. As a man you are always trying to look “Steve McQueen cool”: Persol sunglasses and exuding a beaming controlled confidence. Standing alone in a concert hall lobby? You’ll actually be pulling off the much more pathetic personae of the high school wallflower boy. During these strained and awkward social moments John always expected the worst. Like some extremely handsome and polished younger guy walking right up to him and saying to his face, “Man you look like a fucking LOSER. See that tall twenty-one year old woman over there? Yes the slim pretty one in the elegant black dress. She’s with me loser.” So to avoid such uncomfortable blundering moments John had made it a rule not to attend concerts, or even most social functions, without a date or friend at this side. After all who wants to risk being humiliated by a GQ male model with a hot date making you disappear in his shadow. Sometimes this “rule” of John’s meant missing out. But better to miss out on a social event than to look ridiculous don’t you think? Who wants to stick-out like an ungraceful piece of furniture that is in the wrong place and upholstered in the wrong colour? A Chesterfield really doesn’t belong in a über modern Stark hotel lobby. Langham mentioned his concert dilemma to his good friend and Tokyo partner David Sugihara. John wouldn’t have mentioned it except he was very keen to see a rare performance of the Klopstocks Morgengesang am Schopfungsfeste chamber cantata. This cantata was one of John’s favourite pieces by J.S. Bach. This particular cantata is a delicately beautiful piece of composition: moving, inspiring, noble, and full of sublime simplicity. Seldom in the history of music have poetry and music been fused more fortunately and beautifully than in this holistic work by Bach. John wanted to take the opportunity to experience this concert if he could: but not alone. John was keen enough to see this piece performed to try something else he also made a rule to avoid—mixing business and pleasure. The Canadian investor decided to see if his business partner David might also want to attend. While Langham and Sugihara normally confined their relationship to making money, John decided to venture forth and try to tempt the Japanese tycoon with a little culture. In addition to the temptations of the sublime cantata itself there was also the spectacle of the Tokyo Opera City Concert Hall itself. It had been over a year since John had been to the gorgeous venue. The Tokyo concert hall was a stunning architectural achievement just on its own. The hall is a gorgeous feat of modern design. It has a massive central feature organ as the centerpiece focal point. The uniquely designed pipe organ dominates the front of the concert hall on the first balcony level. To enter the hall and to look up and see the pipes rising to the heavens was a site to behold. The organ experts Orgelbau TH Kuhn of Switzerland designed the amazing pipe organ and Yamaha constructed it under their supervision. The impressive organ has 3826 pipes and fifty-four stops. The complex instrument requires an organ master to play it since it has 1632 mechanical key actions. Acoustically the Tokyo Opera City Concert Hall is designed in the so-called “shoebox style” with a vaulting pyramidal concept. The interior is completely mantled in a cladding of warm yellow oak that gives off a golden hue. The most innovative advances of modern technology have been brought into play to create ideal acoustic conditions in the interior space. The warm and comforting golden-yellow wood interior with soft upper lightning stimulates a sense of tranquil composure for the audience. It lulls you to a sublime contemplation of the music and your own mortality. “David did you see this concert tomorrow at the Tokyo Opera City Concert Hall? I love Bach. Well in particular I adore this cantata they will perform in the first half.” “John why don’t you go. My secretary Kinu-san can arrange a ticket easily. Let me text her. She’ll get you a ticket.” David knew John well and could sense his Hong Kong based partner’s reluctance. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to go?” Langham smiled a bit timidly. Should he admit the real reason he was reluctant he wondered? “It’s not that David. It’s just I hate going to these things alone. Would you like to attend with your wife? An evening out.” David frowned. John tried his best to tempt him. “You know the sunrise portion at the opening of the piece is so solemn. This passage foreshadows Hayden’s piece by a good fifteen years. It’s not something you want to miss.” John smiled hoping David would capitulate. David’s wife Anri was also very beautiful and charming and nice to spend time with. “Ah Langham-san that is so kind. We would love to, but Anri and I have a children’s charity dinner tomorrow night.” Langham’s Japanese partner frowned. “It is my wife’s function so I must go to show my wife respect. Anri would be furious if I tried to skip out Langham-san. She is the chief fund raiser.” Sugihara pondered matters for a second. John nodded in understanding. The Canadian understood you could not as a man piss off your wife. “Hell hath no fury etc. etc.” David’s face lit up and he smiled. “You know one of my friend’s daughter’s is interning for me in the translation Ankara bayan escort department. This girl is twenty-one and is in her third year of English studies. She also studied piano and loves these kinds of classical concerts.” Sugihara smiled. “Her name is Minako. She’s working on the eighth floor. I know you will like her. She is living alone in Tokyo away from her family so I’m sure she will love to go and have something to do. Let me ask her.” John blushed. This was really becoming embarrassing. “NO David. It’s such an imposition. I mean she doesn’t even know me.” Sugihara chuckled and smiled. “Nonsense John. Her father and I are as close as brothers. She is like my second daughter. I know she will love it. Plus her English is excellent.” Sugihara smiled. “Also this girl reads a lot of books like you.” David patted John’s arm to ease his friend’s consternation. “You two will have a lot to talk about. Thomas Hardy, Jane Austen and all these sorts of dead people: I only read business books by men with really bad fake hair like Donald Trump.” John laughed and smiled at his partner’s adept joke. “You and Minako-san will appreciate this kind of high-class music much more than Anri and I. My wife’s more of a Beatles fan if you want to know. It all started with that stupid book by Murakami— ‘Norwegian Wood’. David Sugihara smiled as he talked about his beautiful Japanese wife. “Let me go down now and talk to her.” John waited in trepidation on the thirty-eighth floor in the temporary office he had been provided for his Tokyo visit. This whole “going-to-a-concert” thing had spiralled out of control. As serendipity will have it John’s life was about to spiral out of control even more. When David returned ten minutes later he was trailing the most gorgeous petite Japanese “office girl” John had ever laid eyes on. “I couldn’t find her at first, but Risa-san tracked her down for me.” David turned to John Langham with a big smile. “John I’d like you to meet my translator intern Minako-san.” Sugihara turned to the blushing slender young Japanese girl who was doing her level best to avoid the older Canadian’s brown-eyed gaze. Her eyes were drilling the floor like she wanted to bore a big deep hole. “Minako-san this is my good friend Langham-san. He is from Canada, but lives in Hong Kong.” The young slim Japanese beauty looked up like a fresh-faced blushing bride. Her cheeks had a hint of pink bursting through the natural Asian light honey-yellow tone. This pretty blushing girl had obviously not met too many foreigners. “You will escort Langham-san to the concert tomorrow. Is that okay or are you busy?” The young Japanese girl hesitated and then raised her dark eyes. She looked nervously into John’s rich hazel gaze. Let’s just admit that John’s knees got rather weak and wobbly. The Canadian’s normally athletic legs felt like soft wet udon noodles at that moment of connection. “Get a grip man,” John internally instructed his obviously fairly weak male ego and star-struck brain. This girl was just too gorgeous. John’s mouth felt parched dry and his throat constricted. The older Canadian licked his lips to collect his thoughts. Young Minako-san had an anxious look on her face. David Sugihara pressed ahead seemingly oblivious to the effect of each of these individuals on the other. “Well what do you think Minako-chan?” This time David used the young lady’s name with the term of familial endearment “chan” attached. Their families must be very close John realized. Finally young Minako spoke. Her English was fluent with only a cute hint of Japanese accent. “Well I don’t mind, but I did not plan for such an evening when I came to Tokyo to intern. I mean I have only the simplest of dresses and office clothes with me?” Minako-san was obviously nervous about the situation. She did not want to say “no” to her boss. Not only her boss, but also a close friend of her father’s: but the truth was she did not have the proper wardrobe for such an elegant formal evening. People in Tokyo really dressed up for these social occasions. The pretty young intern struggled to continue her rather awkward exit from the invitation. “And my hair is not done properly and I have no dress shoes? The young Japanese beauty looked at both men with a slight look of desperation on her face. Please let me return to the eighth floor and translate dry boring contracts her eyes seemed to say. The look on her face seemed to be imploring Sugihara not to embarrass her further. The young girl’s pretty face looked anxious and lost. In Japanese culture this the poor girl was engaged in a form of verbal jousting with Sugihara. She was trying her best to defend her family’s dignity and honour. Yet clearly she felt out-classed by being forced to duel with an older stronger opponent. Minako-san was doing her best to pile up all the varied reasons she could not go to the concert with John. She was throwing out a mish-mash of objections. David chuckled and looked between the two of them. If nothing else Sugihara was a problem solver. “Do not worry my second daughter.” David smiled a big smile using another Japanese term of endearment to disarm his flailing young opponent. “Langham-san and I have had a huge year. Consider this part of his bonus. Tomorrow take the day off. I shall give you the corporate credit card.” Sugihara turned to Langham. “John can you make time to escort young Minako-chan tomorrow?” Before John could even answer David had turned back to young Minako and bulldozed forward with his plan. Serendipity apparently had a plan and there was nothing John could do to deflect fate. “I will ask my secretary Kinu-san to call ahead. Go to Omotesando Hills to shop. My assistant Risa Yoshiki will go with you. She is a good shopper. Risa also Escort bayan Ankara knows the salon where my wife does her hair.” David smiled a big toothy very white smile. Sugihara’s bonded-tooth dentist created smile was too white to even pass for real. Yet on the slick-talking Japanese banker the 150-watt beaming smile seemed totally genuine. This gregarious investment banker could work a room filled with sharks, so a rather momentarily tongue-tied foreigner and a pretty ingénue intern were like putty in his hands. “This blonde ponytailed hairdresser man is gay. The very best hairdressers are all gay. This guy Toni is the most famous in Tokyo.” Sugihara chuckled and slapped John on the back. “Can I say this John? Yes I know in America I cannot say this. What do you call it? Politically incorrect.” Minako-san giggled and blushed at the overt mention of sex in front of her. Such comments were normally totally taboo in proper Japanese society. Even more so considering this comment had involved the even more taboo almost never mentioned topic of gay sex. David Sugihara turned to his intern. “Its true young lady the best ones are all gay.” All three of them laughed and Minako-san blushed furiously. Sugihara pondered his little plan further. “Minako-chan you should finish finding your dress and shoes by three I believe.” The Japanese banker looked at his watch. “I will have Kinu-san make your salon appointment for three. Hair, nails, everything you desire. I want the two of you to have a good time. As they say in America—charge it!” Minako-san bowed, as was the Japanese custom to an elder. “Thank you uncle.” Minako-san addressed Sugihara with the Japanese term of family endearment. David laughed easily to lift the tension. He wound up the conversation like it was a tidy little business deal he had just concluded. For John Langham everything had happened in a blur. Minako-san and John exchange contact details. David informed the two of them that his assistant Risa would pick them up in the morning with his driver and take them around shopping and to the salon. Later in the evening the car would take them to the concert and wait for them. David slapped John on the back and turned away from Minako-san so she could not see his face. “Keep the car as long as you want John. After the concert take my friend’s young daughter for a late feast. Go to Mok-san’s place for Omasake. I’ll make a booking.” Sugihara smiled. “Have a good time John.” The older Japanese winked and grinned. John was flustered. Why had he winked? What did the wink mean? ______________________________________ That night as John tried to sleep he tossed and turned. He couldn’t get charming Minako-san out of his head. This was no rock ’n’ roll chick, or some coltish American ingénue with tattoos, or even worse some dope smoking tutti frutti crazy chick to melt your credit card: no this was a young lady with elegance and flair, a Japanese Audrey Hepburn. Pretty young Minako was a veritable Japanese princess. Yet also beyond her surface gloss of feminine perfection Minako-san seemed very intelligent and fun. John could sense that under the surface there was a molten-core of a sensual woman yearning to be released. This would be a good evening John thought. As he reflected on the young Japanese beauty he couldn’t avoid considering her physical perfection. Minako’s long shiny beautiful black hair, her perfect painted-peach fingernails, her slender petite body and small breasts: all these images swirled in John’s brain as he tried to sleep. John tossed and turned. He tried harder to sleep. He tried to think of the China bond market. He tried to think of how low the Euro would fall. Should he short the Yen or Euro, or both? Nothing worked. Minako’s slender hips and boyish taut ass appeared uninvited in his brain. The Canadian entrepreneur’s cock swelled and his brain was in turmoil. He couldn’t ignore her elegance and beauty. No matter what he did John’s cock refused to deflate. He thought of Minako’s slender, toned, petite body, her cute smile, and her charming pink blush. John’s mind drifted to thoughts of what was under her prim and proper office girl attire. At that point John’s battle was as good as lost. Beneath the dark grey pencil skirt was? John’s mind drifted towards racy lacy thongs and delicate frilly lingerie. Underneath the tight white blouse buttoned to her collar was? Langham’s eight-inch cock throbbed as his mind swirled with new even more erotic images. Images of small swelling mounds topped with pointed tips of light brown nipples danced in John’s head. Finally new misty images of Minako-san clad only in black stockings and almost-not-there leopard print panties invaded the Canadian’s brain—his resistance was weak. John groaned out loud and capitulated. He grabbed a small white cotton towel from his hotel room bathroom. The scroll of endless erotic images became a rolling sex video. Minako-san spoke softly to the business executive in his fantasy. “Kiss me John. Please kiss me!” The look they shared was intense and sensual. John rubbed his jutting hardness as the dream became more real. He closed his eyes and let the dream take him where it wanted to go. “Oh John you are so big.” Her hand tentatively gripped his manhood. Langham—his eyes still clenched shut—grinned and rubbed the towel faster imagining her touch. Next John imagined Minako’s light brown nipples. Firm, hard and erect: little points topping off her rounded small mounds. John’s mouth watered as his dream became a high definition version of an alternate reality. John imagined his front teeth gently pressing down on Minako’s rubbery left nipple. She gasped and her body tensed. The young Japanese girl’s taut slender body squirmed under his teasing nibble as Bayan escort Ankara his strong arms held her in place. “Oh John!” She gasped as he bit down gently. Minako-san’s sweet whimpers filled his mind as Langham rubbed him self even faster. John’s balls pulled up into a tight hot knot in his scrotum as he readied to explode. “Make love to me John!” Minako’s soft feminine voice was a delicate whisper. John could almost feel her warm moist breath tickle his ear and her fingernails dig into his scalp: it all felt so real. What exactly set him off? It was the cute Japanese accent as Minako-san requested he make love to her that made John lose all control. “Aarrgh……” John’s athletic toned body arched off the hotel bed. His hips pushed up into the white cotton towel and his own fist as he lost control. The Canadian felt his body shudder and shake as it was consumed by heat and lust. Groaning out the young Japanese girl’s name he drained himself desperately just so he could finally find some sleep. “Oh baby!! Oh my god Minako-san….!” The thick creamy cum shot out in a searing spurt. John’s ball sack dropped slack. Soon enough his hard thick engorged cock had begun to drain and shrivel. He sighed as his body sunk deeply into the mattress. Guilty? Did John feel guilty? Yes his brain was filled with feelings of terrible guilt. After all this was a girl who was like his partner’s daughter: John was much older and from a different culture. The two of them were just going to share an evening of some wonderful classic music together. Why was he having these wayward thoughts? The whole evening would be entirely innocent of course. Obviously to expect more than a charming enjoyable evening with some amazing music was absurd. Here he was imagining all sorts of wicked thoughts. John’s mind drifted off towards the blackness of sleep. The older Canadian felt terrible for the way he had taken advantage of this beautiful young Japanese girl, even if the sexual advances he had made had only occurred in his brain. ___________________________________ What was Minako-san up to while John was fantasizing about penetrating her tight Japanese pussy you ask? Well in her own tiny Tokyo micro-apartment provided by Sugihara’s company Minako-san had her own problems sleeping. The young Asian beauty was engaged in some tossing and turning of her own. Thoughts of handsome older John swirled in the young Japanese beauty’s head. The bashful but attractive Japanese student had never really talked to a foreigner. Except for her professors in the English department Minako had only practiced English with her friends. The young office-girl intern had never imagined spending an entire evening alone with a foreigner, let alone a handsome older man. The slender Asian girl tried her best to sleep. But sleep would not come. She would be going to a concert with a foreigner. Something was very exciting and arousing about this whole bizarre idea. How had this happened? Why had Mr Sugihara picked her? Minako-san did not really know the English word “serendipity”, but she was learning about its meaning that was certain. Slender Minako lay in her narrow bed and thought of John’s chiselled features, his strong jaw and his warm hazel eyes. Hmmm he has such long eyelashes she thought to her self. This Canadian man seems so strong and different from Japanese men. His hands are so large. His arms look so strong and muscular. Minako’s thoughts of John began to drift and become more erotic. She had an idea garnered from her English novels that foreign men were more romantic and more dashing than Japanese lovers: she imagined John was the kind of man who would bring her flowers and write her a poem. A poem? The mere thought made her skin tingle. The young translator’s body began to get excited and tingle. Without being aware of it Minako’s nipples had hardened and her pussy had become moist. She and her girlfriends did not know a single Japanese man who had ever written one of them a poem. Such wild romantic gestures were unheard of in her crowd. The young Japanese girl shifted and squirmed uncomfortably in her tiny hard bed. She finally got fed up and jammed a pillow between her thighs and squeezed it tightly. She rocked her hips. Minako turned her body on her tummy and closed her eyes. The young Japanese girl rubbed her pubic mound roughly against the pillow by humping it up and down. The tingles and feelings increased the more Minako humped the pillow. She kept her eyes closed tightly. The young intern’s mind drifted more. Even though her room was black Minako was too embarrassed. She clenched her eyes tightly closed to keep reality at bay. Everything became confused in Minako’s mind. It was just a concert correct? It would be a chaste evening of conversation and classical music. And yet her mind kept flying ahead and in weird directions. “Oh John your lips are so soft. No man has kissed me like that.” Minako-san ground her hips furiously into the pillow. In her mind she could smell John’s cologne. The young Japanese squirmed and humped the pillow with her narrow boyish hips. Her room was completely black. The apartment was like a tiny black cocoon and it made the young girl feel safe and uninhibited. Of course masturbation was wrong, but who would know? The frantic pillow humping could not produce enough friction through Minako’s thin pale green cotton panties. No matter how hard Minako humped and ground down it was not enough. Her sexual frustration was growing. Minako’s mother would be horrified if she could see her daughter fucking a pillow, but young Minako couldn’t help it—her body was flooded full of hormones and she was so horny. Finally in frustration Minako rolled onto her back. The Japanese princess spread her thighs nervously. Her left hand moved to her left nipple. Minako’s right hand trailed across her flat stomach until it reached her silky mound of black pubic hair. “Oh John kiss me more.” Minako whimpered softly into her cocoon of intimate darkness. The young girl’s finger tentatively separated her outer puffy pussy lips. The outer lips were already wet from her half-dream.