November 3rd is Culture Day in Japan

November 3rd was right around the corner. The Japanese language club was preparing a little mini-display for any interested students to do exactly what culture day sounds like: promote Japanese arts and academia. Wendell, desperate to try out his ray on someone a bit different, had decided to come to here after seeing a flyer in his dorm asking for help setting up the event. Wendell was very disappointed.

He was standing in the first floor of Arlen hall where the club was meeting, and not one of them was Japanese, or even looked Japanese. Wendell's immediate fantasy of feeling himself up as some sort of beautiful geisha was dashed as he saw redheads with freckles, girls with dreadlocks, and not a soul in a kimono.

Well...I guess if you already spoke Japanese, you wouldn't need to take it...right? Idiot...

Wendell, not sure of what to do, decided to simply go upstairs. Arlen Hall had no elevator, so one had to take the steps. With the vain hope that he might find someone of some interest in the normally secluded upper floors of Arlen Hall, he made his way to the stairwell. He stolled along, casually looking in some of the rooms, and before he was really aware of it, he was in front of the wide opening of the stairwell. At the base of the stairs was a surprise.

A thin, attractive woman in her mid-thirties was at the base of the steps, and she was pulling along a mannequin dressed in a kimono, right up to the base of the steps. She noticed Wendell, and turned to him which made her black ponytail swing about. "Oh, are you here to help with the culture day setup? Can you help me get this kimono display up the steps to the conference room on the 2nd floor?" Her name tag read:

Hello my name is: Chikako

Well, what do you know?

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Wendell was astonished by this woman's body. She was a slender, pale, japanese dream. Wendell had her hair up and wore the kimono open. It was pink with white flowers all over it and had a yellow waist band. It had been a display and was too small for the woman, but that only worked to Wendell's advantage. He didn't actually know how one was supposed to wear the kimono, so it hung open like a bathrobe, but the effect was still eye-catching. The white trim around the pink fabric made two lines that ran down Chikako's soft pale skin, over her collar bone, past a beauty mark, just around her slight breasts and exposed nipples, down her flat, toned belly, and finally framed her stark strip of black pubic hair.

At the top of the second floor stairs, Wendell had shot Chikako with the rayguy. He had scooped her up, snatched the kimono off the mannequin, simply left the mannequin upright in the corner of the stairwell, and ran up stairs. He was now up on the 5th floor; there were no classes going on up here currently and 5 flights of steps to climb to deter anyone simply casually strolling about. He was in the only place he could find a mirror up here: the bathroom. The culture day displays were all going to be on the first and second floor, so he felt safe from prying eyes.

Not exactly what I was looking for, but pretty damn close!

Looking in the mirror he gave Chikako's nipples a casual tease. He ran his index fingers in small circles around each nipple and made pouty, bashful faces in the mirror while shifting his weight from side to side. Then he slid his left hand down and drew a couple fingers through her pubic hair, and spread open Chikako's pussy. Still looking in the mirror, he reached his right hand up, licked his fingers and sent it down to work his clit. Watching the petite, asian beauty work her own clit in the mirror, draped in the pink fabric, sent him wild. He could feel the same wetness he'd felt in the other girl's bodies and he decided to get a healthy amount on his fingers, and taste it.

Not sure about the taste, but watching these girls do this is so fucking good...but something's...missing this time.

Wendell could feel a distinct flexing in his new pussy and after putting his two middle fingers into Chikako's vagina, he tried working them while also grinding into her clit. This satisfied him for a few moments, but not long after he was thinking:

These aren't big enough...fuck it...this thing needs to be filled. I gotta find something around here.

He tore his hands away, licked the fingers up in the mirror for his own amusement, and looked around. Pinching and playing with Chikako's right nipple, there wasn't much to see: long bathroom mirror, sinks, beige tiles with dirty grout, flourescent lights, stalls, cheap ceiling tiles.

Fuck it. Nobody's up here right? Let's go poke around and see what I can find.

Wandering about, barely clothed, Wendell set about opening doors and looking for something that could work. Inside the classrooms, everthing was either too small, too dangerous, or too large to put inside himself. Squeezing Chikako's faint tits, he was growing impatient.

Fuck! Come on! I'm losing momentum!

Inside a small corner office, marked as belonging to whoever Professor Rouen was, he found exactly what he was looking for on a desk: a glass paper weight, shaped like a dragon.

It was a 14-inch, painted-glass, eastern-style dragon in a shallow S shape. It was smooth, had no legs and at the low point of the S was flat to rest on a desk or table. The front of the dragon had a frill or fringe on top the head, but the back 7-inches or so were totally smooth and the tip was round with the fins merely painted on.

Who hasn't wanted to ride a dragon? Thank you Professor Rouen...

Wendell closed the door to the tiny office, and scooped up the glass paperweight. It was cool to the touch. Wendell went around the desk in an excited stride and, flopped into the small, leather office chair behind it. He pulled open the kimono wide, showing off the petite frame of Chikako. He gave her nipples another working over and then looked down to her patch of black hair.

Is this bad boy ready?

He reached down and worked a couple fingers in and around her lips spreading her fluid all over, then tested a couple fingers by sliding them inside.

They went in easy enough. Let's do this.

He took the dragon in one hand and spread Chikako's lips with his other hand. He lined up the tail with with her opening, and slowly worked the smooth object inside of him. He closed his eyes. The stretching sensation was more even than it had been his fingers and slow pumps worked Chikako's lube on the glass helping it get deeper and deeper. Once it was in as far as it could go, Wendell truly felt full.

"Yeah..that's what we needed," Wendell blurted out in Chikako's small voice. He started pumping the improvised dildo in and out. It took a moment to get a steady pace, but he soon did, "Ooooo...yeah," he breathed. He started working her breasts again with his free hand. Feeling the small, hard nipples, he pinched them until he let out some clenched-teeth grunts. Hearing the faint wet working of his pussy, he spread out a big smile on Chikako's face, "Alright, sensei," he said in a breathy voice, "let's cum." He stopped working her tits and went back to her clit. He opened his eyes and looked down. Seeing the glass pumping in an out of him, as well as feeling it, was more than enough to send him over the edge. That same rising feeling he'd been seeking washed over him.

"Fuck yes-ssssss! MMMMRAAAAHHhhhh....ahhh....ah.."

Wendell worked her clit down slowly to de-escalate from his orgasm, but didn't remove the dragon from his pussy. He sat in a post-orgasm high twisting the thing around and getting a kick out of watching it roll and stretch Chikako's lips. He tried to flex and squeeze her muscles to grip the glass from inside. He looked about the room, wondering about the time. He couldn't see a clock, but it had gotten dark out. Somebody might be missing Chikako before too long.

Damn. Time to go, but first...

With a lick of his lips he started working his clit again and before too long was cumming, this time pumping his hips on the dragon instead of working it with his hand. After this second orgasm, he yanked out the dragon with a satisfying wet sound and it was slick with a thick, full, coat of lube from Chikako's pussy. Wendell brought the thing up to lick all the fluid off, but then stopped. With a smile he simply put the paperweight back on the desk, and pushed up out of the chair. He covered himself a bit with the small, pink kimono, and marched out into the hall.

On the desk, a small droplet of fluid fell from the tail of the glass dragon, right onto some paper beneath it.