Five Stages of Indulgence
AKA – EXTENDED BIG FAT LEMON
A young man in his twenties sat at his desk, leaning back against his worn chair as he flipped through a book. This just wasn’t any book, not one you truly read and instead would just gaze at all the photographic images instead. As he sat with his feet up on a corner of his messy desktop, his eyes roamed from one of the pages that was currently open as he gazed out the window and up into the cloudless sky. The stars glittered happily, the breeze occasionally blew and it was in fact a perfect night for a stroll.
Such thoughts were lost from the man when there came a knock at his front door. Gazing at his clock on the wall before placing the book down, still open mind you, on the table and rising to his feet, he realised she was yet again on time. Heading down the hallway of the two-bedroom apartment he made his way to the door and unlocked it before turning the knob to pull it towards him.
"Konbanwa Aoshi-sama!" Came the cheery voice of the woman smiling up at him at that very moment. Aoshi’s girlfriend who in fact was wearing one of the shortest skirts he had ever seen in his life took up his vision. Not to also forget she was dressed in a tight black halter top with glitter surrounding the words ‘BITE ME’.
‘Oh I could do more then that my dear Misao.’
"Konbanwa Misao." Aoshi replied as he stepped away to allow her inside.
"When the hell is that old geezer going to get that elevator fixed? I had to walk up six flights of stairs just to get to you and with heavy shopping bags too." Misao grumbled as she slipped off her shoes and padded quietly into the ever-neat apartment hat her boyfriend rented. When she first came here she couldn’t speak for a full two minutes as she did nothing but eye the spotless place.
"You could have just called me and I would have come to help Misao." Aoshi muttered to her before taking the bags and placing the meat and fresh salad and vegetables she had brought from the markets in his empty fridge. There was nothing but ice tea and chilled water in that fridge.
"I’m not weak, but a little sympathy from your ever stoic self could be nice once in a while." Misao pouted at Aoshi before bending over to place down her other bags. Her skirt rose up her shapely thighs and was very close to showing Aoshi what the colour of her underwear was.
‘Shit its like she wants me to do her vertically.’ Aoshi’s eyes widened in surprise at that thought and quickly he tried to banish it from his mind before his excellent photographic memory kicked in. Walking swiftly over to the now standing Misao his arms quickly went around her slim waist as he pulled her back to his chest.
"Gomen ne…" Just hearing the sultriness in his voice made Misao melt while she rubbed one of her hands over Aoshi’s right forearm in comfort.
"Boy you really do have a way with words you know that?" Misao stated as she slowly pulled away from his warm embrace. It felt wrong in doing so but when she turned to face him, it was only now that she took in his attire and literally gapped at him. Her Aoshi was barefoot, dressed in a pair of black tight jeans and a white button down shirt which to her large ocean blue eyes was revealing a lot of his masculine chest and abdomen area. It so happened that only the bottom button had been done up and left the shirt gapping open so Misao’s ogling eyes could stare at his upper body for as long as she pleased. As she rose her eyes up his chest Misao saw the short black cord necklace she had bought him with the kanji for her name dangling from it. She had to smile at that.
"Should we get started on making dinner?" Aoshi stoically remarked even though he knew Misao was openly admiring his physique.
"Its my turn to cook remember?" Misao replied as she pulled Aoshi to a chair at his small table in the open kitchen.
"Hai, hai…" He softly muttered and sat slumped in the black metal chair, one elbow resting on the table as he propped his chin in it to watch Misao hop energetically about his kitchen. She brought out bowls, a pot, a chopping board and of course knives. His green-grey eyes watched her every move as she made her way to the fridge, humming some song she knew off by heart as she did so and got out the vegetables and meat.
"How was your day Misao?" Aoshi questioned the genki woman as she pottered around his kitchen knowing where everything was. As she stood at the counter swaying lightly to the song stuck in her head, her long braided hair swished lightly against her pert bottom. Aoshi gulped down the lump in his throat as he felt his hands twitch everytime Misao’s braid swayed lazily over her butt.
"Actually it wasn’t too bad. Gramps says the Aoiya is growing in business every month as we’ve become quite a popular restaurant." Aoshi focused his eyes on Misao’s actions and quirked his lips as she brought up every piece of vegetable she bought to her nose to smell its scent and then her slender fingers prodded lightly at its skin to feel its texture. She was an apprentice chef and it was something Aoshi found intriguing about her when he had met her in the supermarket he shopped at doing exactly that. He was standing at the rockmelons deciding on which one to choose when a petite young woman was standing on the other side and smelling them. He decided to do the same and when their eyes met, the rest was history and now they were still together even though several months had passed by.
"That is good to hear." It was idle chit chat, Aoshi knowing he’d much rather be doing something else and that’s when his eyes moved back into his lounge room which was joined to the open kitchen and saw his study door open.
"I’ll be back in a moment." Aoshi voiced quietly as he stood up and headed for his study. He stepped inside and over to the desk where the book lay open on the last page he had been eyeing off. He was about to turn the page when,
"OW!" Darting out of his study at hearing that light squeak coming from Misao, Aoshi found her moving out of his bottom cupboards, her pert bottom stuck in the air before she sat on it on the tiled floor and rubbed her head.
"You smacked your head again?" Aoshi spoke while trying to keep his chuckle down to a minimum and moved over to crouch next to the whining woman. He couldn’t help but lightly smile at her antics, as she seemed more like a 16-year-old then a 20-year-old. He rubbed the top of her head while she pouted up at him for sympathy.
"How can you keep smacking your head Misao?"
"Che, maybe I do it just so you can keep rubbing me." Aoshi’s lips parted at Misao’s words and watched as she stood up, placed a kiss on his forehead and then turned away to get back to chopping since she had lost hope in trying to find the lid for the pot. Aoshi remained on the floor, mind swirling with a double meaning and did what he thought necessary as small punishment to Misao’s words. He slapped her butt.
"HEY!" Misao retorted and watched Aoshi get up off the floor and head for the chair he had occupied previously. Misao had to blink for a moment as she had thought she had seen a heated look cross his eyes. Was she…turning him on? Misao gulped at the thought as she had wondered whether she had any sex appeal at all. Then it happened, her eyes grew wide, her mind grew dirty as she too deciphered the double meaning in her words. Turning quickly away from Aoshi, Misao continued to chop the vegetables as though nothing had ever happened, but inside…
‘Let operation torture Aoshi-sama some more begin…’ She giggled lightly at that and picked up a carrot to peel.
"What’s so funny?" Misao turned to give Aoshi one of her winning innocent sunny smiles and quickly thought up an excuse for her laughter.
"I was merely wondering whether Okon-niichan was successful in her pursuit of Hiko-sama." Aoshi narrowed his eyes slightly behind his long bangs, but to him it looked like she hadn’t registered her own words like he had…or did she?
‘She wouldn’t play with me…would she?’
"Oops…" Aoshi’s eyes observed Misao bend to the floor having dropped a capsicum and watched intently as her little black number edged higher up her thighs. His hands once more fisted against his thighs as she stood up; straightening out her skirt by wiping the palms of her hands over her bottom and then went back to washing…he gulped…a cucumber. Her slender pale hands held the salad ingredient in her right hand while her left rubbed over it getting rid of non-existent dirt. Aoshi had also taken note that she leaned her hip against the cupboards in order for him to actually witness her movements.
‘You little minx…’ Aoshi grumbled to himself before picking up an old newspaper and began reading it as though Misao wasn’t even on his mind.
At seeing his nonchalant behaviour Misao frowned slightly. Perhaps she wasn’t sexy enough for him, but then what would he be doing with her if he didn’t find anything remotely interesting about her then? So Misao’s hopes grew as she chopped everything up for the salad and poured all the ingredients into the pot to make a nice beef stew. Her eyes roamed the kitchen, needing something to make him squirm, payback for making her feel insecure and thus she found it sitting alone in a fruit bowl on the dining table.
A nice fresh banana.
"Aoshi-sama can I eat that banana?" Misao asked innocently and watched the newspaper peel away from his head as he placed it down to eye her and then the fruit lying in the bowl.
"If you want it, then take it." Oh how those words meant two meanings to her now. Misao sat in the other chair, picked up the banana and then slowly peeled away its skin. Her eyes were clued to her task at hand while a pair of smouldering green-grey was watching her hands.
‘She has to know what she’s doing to me right?’
"I see my talent has worn off on you Aoshi-sama."
"You picked a nice ripe banana just for me to eat!"
Aoshi was about to pick up the paper once more when he watched soft pink lips open to take in the tip of the banana inside.
"Shut up…" He grumbled and caught Misao’s flashing blue eyes. They were crinkled at the sides and he watched and winced slightly when she bit off the top in a defiant manner. He observed then as she placed it down on the table and headed for the stove to stir her stew and taste test it.
"Ah, Aoshi-sama it’s so nice and juicy!"
‘She’s got to be teasing me, I can feel it and yet she is winning in the end. She’ll always win in the end with me. Che, I’m screwed…’
"Is that right?" Aoshi remarked as he gritted his teeth feeling himself harden within his tight jeans.
"Well this stew will take a couple hours to properly cook as it simmers on the stove so what do you want to do Aoshi-sama?" Peeling his glowering eyes away from the newspaper he blinked over at Misao. She was in fact sitting on the bench with her arms raised up and cupping the back of her head against the cupboards. One creamy leg was crossed sensually over the other and at that Aoshi finally stood up.
"Oh I can think of something." Aoshi merely walked towards Misao, green-grey meeting questioning blue.
‘You look far too innocent for your own good Misao.’
"What would that be?" Aoshi now stood in front of Misao, one hand pressed against the cupboard behind Misao’s head as she had lowered her arms to her thighs and the other brought her face closer to his as he mumbled his reply before catching her tantalising lips with his own.
"Indulgence…" Picking her easily up off the counter Aoshi made his way towards his bedroom and laid Misao back onto it. He hovered over her slightly shaking form.
"What are you going to do?" She breathlessly whispered into the darkened room knowing the banana and the juicy comment had finally snapped Aoshi’s rational senses. Not that she was complaining or anything.
"I’m going to show you…show you what it’s like to have your world rocked Misao." His grin grew as Misao’s eyes widened at his husky voice dripping with desperate need…desperate need for her. Aoshi’s eyes roamed up the top half of Misao’s body, almost groaning at her perky little nipples pressing against the front of her halter-top. Oh she had no idea how long he had wanted to do this with her. Actually probably since their third date when she had supposedly "tripped" and fallen into his arms, but that day he too had lost his balance in the park and they had laid sprawled on the grass, bodies touching and their warm breathes mingling in the cold weather. Now though, now he had her…and all to himself at last. Aoshi’s hand moved over the ‘bite me’ words, fingers fluttering against Misao’s nipples making her catch her breath before realising they were travelling up to her neck and behind it to where the tie was. Underneath this little top…she wore nothing. That thought made him groan as he now wanted to reveal bare skin to his hungry eyes.
"How?" She gasped once more wanting to know what he was going to do with her.
"First there is foreplay…" Aoshi whispered into Misao’s ear before catching her lips into yet another searing hot kiss. While he was leaning over her, his left arm holding him up as were his knees, his right carefully untied the first knot at her neck while his lips continued to slowly suckle hers. She had immediately melted under his touch, Aoshi’s lips quirking slightly as she had already found this much trust in him in such a short time. Successfully untying the know Aoshi’s hand smoothed the material down Misao’s chest, softly cupping one breast to make her arch lightly beneath him before heading towards sensitive nerves on her stomach and then around her sides as he headed for the last knot to undo.
"Mm…" Misao had moaned through closed lips as while Aoshi’s hand dived to the small of her back to release the halter top, his lips had moved down to lap at her pearly skin on her neck. It wasn’t long before the knot came free and Aoshi moved the top off of Misao’s skin and dumped it on the floor behind him. He sat up, staring down at the half naked Misao, her chest bouncing lightly as she brought in rugged breaths. If she was this excited so early, Aoshi’s grin grew; he was definitely in for some fun.
Though Aoshi would much prefer to get on with ravishing Misao, he remembered certain "highlights" of what would make Misao tingle and yearn for more. Strong hands lifted up to Misao’s shoulders as he began to massage them making Misao groan in comfort as she relaxed more into the soft mattress. Her comfort was shattered however when Aoshi’s hands lowered and covered her breasts, kneading and pinching them lightly.
"Mmph!" Misao had moaned into the palm of her hand as Aoshi’s continued on, his fingers fluttering down her over sensitive stomach and even lower as he placed them in the waistband of her skirt and then the folds of her underwear. Making sure he was stable on his knees Aoshi shimmered down Misao’s legs and brought his arms with the rest of his body as he slowly took the rest of Misao’s clothes off.
There she lay, fully naked amongst his silken sheets and looking all the more divine. Moving back over the slightly shaking Misao, his hand went to her cheek and gently stroked her face so her eyes would open to gaze up at him.
"Wh-What is the matter?" Clearly he was having a strong effect on her. Aoshi however didn’t voice a thing and lifted one of Misao’s hands, while she leaned on the elbow of the other and brought it into the folds of his already unbuttoned shirt. Smooth fingers spread over the expanse of Aoshi’s richly tanned chest, as he guided it down towards his lower abdomen area and Misao could not help but blush when he stopped her hands at the button on his jeans.
"Do you want to Misao?" Aoshi questioned the blushing young woman and watched as she nodded her head before swiftly undoing the button and unzipping his fly. She was greeted to a slight bulge covered in black boxer briefs making her flush darken. Not needing her help any longer Aoshi moved off the bed and dropped his jeans and boxer briefs before kicking them off his ankles. Once more he moved back onto the bed and crawled towards Misao in a slow agonising pace even if she wasn’t that far from him.
"A-Aoshi you’re…gorgeous…" Misao confessed before feeling the warmth in her stomach intensify when a sexy smile came over Aoshi’s lips. He once more played with her skin, making her breath quicken to little pants. She was becoming restless, as the foreplay became downright torturous for the simple fact that Aoshi’s touch scorched her skin to an intense temperature, which begged for more caresses. Instantly she felt the caressing stop, her head lifting up to turn confused eyes at the man leaning over her only to realise he was in fact between her legs and staring between her eyes and her burning centre.
"Then, there is oral…" Misao arched and gasped Aoshi’s name when she felt lips against her sensitive nub. Her eyes had clenched shut; one hand clenching in the bed sheets while the other swiftly grabbed strands of Aoshi’s hair. She didn’t know whether she wanted him to stop or continue with this torture but when she felt a single finger probe her entrance, continue definitely won over stopping. Misao was making the sweetest sounds Aoshi had ever heard from a woman and removed his finger from her centre only to replace it with…his tongue. This made Misao jerk, her thighs clamping against his head, but while Aoshi continued with his assault his hands wondered to her knees as he massaged her legs to open up to give him more space.
"A-Aoshiiiii…" Misao drawled on his name, her breath catching in her throat as all her senses became one at never feeling like this before.
"Yes?" Aoshi replied and smirked at the slumped and heavily breathing Misao. She already had a thin sheen of sweat forming on her skin and he leaned forward, brushing his warm wet tongue over her left nipple before letting it go to capture Misao’s lips in a kiss. She moaned as his tongue explored the crevice of her hot little mouth, but as usual Aoshi let go and sat up pulling Misao into a sitting position. She was breathing heavily from her first experience with him and he smirked happily at her flushed face while congratulating himself for having such a great photographic memory.
"Ready for stage two Misao?" Ocean blue orbs glazed with passion opened to stare longingly at Aoshi silently telling him that he had started a fire of passion within her belly and it would not go away until it was fully satisfied.
"Now…we have vertical."
"V-Vertical?" Misao gulped before feeling her body being turned away from Aoshi. She had tensed, not being able to gaze upon his determined and heated stare, but felt his strong hands on her shoulders as he leaned her forward onto her hands and knees.
"Don’t fear the position Misao, it will feel good." Aoshi voiced and patiently, though feeling slightly strained, waited for Misao to give him the nod of consent. When he did get the go ahead his right hand picked up Misao’s braided hair as he traced the end down her spine making her shudder, but flush as she felt even more vulnerable when his other hand parted her legs even more. Leaning over her petite form Aoshi placed his lips at the back of Misao’s neck, dragging his tongue over her supple skin while one arm kept him above her and the other fondled a plump mound.
"OH!" Misao had gasped at the feeling of having her nipple pinched, but the scrapping of teeth and tongue moving down her spine was assaulting her senses even more. While Aoshi switched hands, to pay homage to the abandon breast, he begrudgingly let it go and grazed hungry fingers towards Misao’s little bundle of nerves. As Aoshi thought, Misao’s breath hitched in her throat again, but while he leaned up to place all his weight on his knees, one hand played with that bud while the other searched her hidden treasure to make sure she was ready for him. And Aoshi found she was more then ready for him. Positioning himself at her warm wet centre Aoshi eased inside holding back a grunt at finding how tight she was. He knew he was not her first, but she was still tight. He also knew by the way she had tensed before, she had never been in this position. Lucky for him he had experience and the guidance of a certain book of his. And for Misao, who was now moaning and trying to push back against him to drive him in faster, he would make sure to rock her world.
While stretching the little minx open, Aoshi’s breath had quickened and strands of his long bangs stuck to his forehead. His mouth found Misao’s back once more while one hand found her pert mounds of flesh as he absently fondled them while allowing her time to adjust to his thickness.
"Mmmmm…" Was all the response he received from Misao as he took her from behind. Well so far of course. Finally he sunk as far as he could into Misao and panted lightly against her shoulder blades while Misao’s shaking thighs vibrated against him and this time earned her a grunt and a bit on her back. At this Misao had done nothing but arch her chest forward, bringing her back down but also sending her butt up a little further into the air and moving her hot centre against Aoshi’s manhood. Aoshi’s shaking hands groped for something to hold, which of course ended up being Misao’s breasts, as he leaned up on his knees and began a slow rocking rhythm. Drawing tormentingly out of her tight centre Aoshi shoved himself back inside, each thrust becoming faster then the last and sent Misao crumbling to the bed sheets as her arms buckled beneath her. She now lay forward with most of her weight being pushed onto her elbows while she moaned rapidly into the soft pillows, her lower body moving faster as Aoshi had control on her hips.
"OH GOD!" Misao cried out when her walls clamped around the hard manhood pounding effortlessly inside of her. She couldn’t…she couldn’t hold on any longer and cried out her boyfriend’s name while spilling over him, making him even sleeker then he already was. She had thought it would be over, but in fact her partner was still grinding into her womanhood, trying to find his own release and she cried out again when she felt him explode within her folds.
Aoshi had to catch himself from falling onto Misao’s already weak and hyper sensitive body as he came within her and responded to her cries of passion with a guttural groan as she helped him into his own little oblivion.
Panting slightly, he pulled away from Misao and watched her crumble to his silk bed sheets. He felt his tongue move over his parted lips as his eyes roamed over her steamy body to catch the small amount of glistening skin between her parted thighs from their tight connection together.
"That was…was…" Misao never could finish as Aoshi turned her over on her back, brushing bangs away from her flushed face before slowly drawing his body flat over hers. Aoshi’s hands pulled Misao’s above her head and he laced his fingers with hers, allowing her to gasp in satisfaction as their glistened skin kissing each other from head to toe. While he waited for both their hearts to calm down, Misao felt content to just lap at his neck never having had the chance to do pretty much anything in this rendezvous.
"There is more Misao. Do you want more?" Aoshi huskily murmured and felt Misao shudder beneath him when his hand broke from one of hers and travelled sluggishly down her left side before resting at the smooth of her hip. Since one of Misao’s hands was free, she felt inclined to do something and stroked her hand up Aoshi’s arm, before resting it at the back of his head and pulling his face and lips closer to hers. Her eyes were already closed, basking in the feel of Aoshi above her and the fact she had never in her life felt this much attention being placed on her in such a way before. Just the searing passion of this kiss was strong enough to warrant Aoshi a straight ‘yes’ and thus he quickly pulled away from her intoxicating lips.
"And now…horizontal…" Aoshi confirmed as he once more swiftly entered the moaning Misao. He raised himself up slightly to gaze down at the bouncing chest beneath him and could have sworn he was slightly drooling and becoming mesmerised by their movements. Both hands had returned to Misao’s hips, holding her against the bed while he maddeningly entered and left her folds. She mewled against the pillows, head thrashing about, desperately wanting the slow pace to get some speed into it, as she clenched her hands at his shoulders, but Aoshi being Aoshi was having none of it. He continued at this agonisingly slow pace while leaning over and capturing a nipple within his teeth.
"AH!" Misao grounded out, her hands flying into Aoshi’s messy hair.
"Please…please Aoshi…" Misao panted while tugging on his hair, almost painfully and finally Aoshi responded and thrust his needy lips to Misao’s already opened mouth. She suckled on his tongue, making Aoshi wonder what it would be like to have that warm little mouth around his manhood. Groaning just at the thought Aoshi drove in more forcefully and caused Misao to shriek. He pulled away from her lips, ready to apologise for such a hard thrust when he noticed that although her eyes were screwed tightly shut, her swollen lips were parted and moaning out ‘more’. So his little minx liked it rough then? So be it. Aoshi became unruly in his attempt to get Misao off and thus pounded into her yielding folds. His grunts had gotten louder just as Misao’s voice had hit high pitches, but still she cried for more. Finally allowing Misao to move, he felt slender legs wind around his waist as Misao clutched to his frame, her hips rising as he pounded heatedly into her tight crevice while her hands remained clenched in sheets pushing her lower body up higher. This was pure torture. Pure and wonderful torture which made Aoshi continued on and on as he slammed home into Misao. While one arm propped him up to gaze down at her "close to orgasmic relief" facial expression, Aoshi made one last attempt to send Misao over before he himself came hotly into her and sent his right hand or manly right fingers straight to Misao’s bundle of nerves.
"AH! GOD! AOSHI!" Misao cried out and tightly clamped around Aoshi’s member as she felt herself milk him. While Aoshi continued to make love with Misao she began to hear the faint sounds of their bodies gliding together, the sleekness of Aoshi’s manhood driving in and out of her. They continued to move together as one, groped each other’s skin, locked lips in smouldering kisses and panted against the cheek of their new lover while calling out to them to lift their hips higher or push in harder. They moved at an incredible speed that couldn’t be matched by any other.
"Mmph!" Misao moaned as Aoshi’s lips had locked over hers capturing her second orgasm she was having in this position before pulling away to call out her name into the darkened room. This time both their worlds had been rocked…double time in fact. The both of them gasped for air, trying desperately to calm their hearts into a steady rhythm. It wasn’t long before tired arms pulled Aoshi up and out of Misao as he rolled off of her and lay down beside her on his right side. He watched the hypnotising movements of Misao’s breath as she heaved for air and smirked at the pleasant smile breaking onto her flushed face. Ah, she had finally become his now. His Misao. That truly did have a nice ring to it and Aoshi moved his sweat glistened arms as they collected Misao and pulled her back against his satisfied body.
"You mean…there’s more?" Misao gasped in surprise at still feeling her centre throbbing from release and the fact that Aoshi had placed his hand there again as well, not inside, just cupping it as though silently telling her it belonged to him now.
"There is…after play…" Aoshi felt himself mumble into Misao’s ear as he snuggled his larger form around her petite one.
"Why of course. In fact…we sleep." Misao chuckled within the folds of Aoshi’s arms before pushing her back tightly against his chest and situated her head under his chin, not the least bit dissatisfied that one hand was still between her thighs. It wasn’t long before another thought crossed her mind though.
"Tell me Aoshi, where did you learn to do all of that?" She questioned him tiredly. Aoshi’s smile grew devilish as he removed the hands from Misao’s centre and instead pulled one of his lean strong legs over her thigh to trap her in place and then leaned on his right arm to stare down at her glazed and tired blue orbs with his own heated green-grey ones.
"Oh just a uniquely helpful quick-reference book is all." Misao was confused by his answer, but felt smooth lips caress hers for a mere second before Aoshi placed himself back down on the mattress and pulled his silk sheets over the both of them. In her fogged mind, her entire body tingling with the after shocks of several orgasms with Aoshi, she could have sworn she heard him mumble ‘I’ll show you again real soon’ but instead drifted off to the land of blissful sleeps and delicious dreams.
In the kitchen the stew bubbled away, probably being burned at the bottom so Misao’s hearty meal would turn into a complete disaster but neither occupants in the apartment would truly care as they snuggled into the warmth of the other.
In the study however, a window was left open as a breeze caught the pages of the open book left on the desktop. In the moonlight with the stars twinkling merrily in the night sky it caught two words on a single page: Kama Sutra.
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