First Touch

After mustering up the courage to talk to the gorgeous girl with a lithe svelte gymnast body, “Merry meet, my name is Michael. How are you today?”

Airia’s initially reaction is one of shock and humiliation as she intellectually knows that her great grandson is hitting on her but the reality is slow to settle. Then she catches sight of her slim lithe feminine youthful hand and holds it up for a moment marveling at how seventy years of wrinkles and worn out genetics vanished seemingly in the blink of an eye. She drops her hand though because she wants to keep Michael out of this… whatever this is.

Marnie watches from across the building sitting and relaxing in the oil spa bath with someone massaging her. The massager is mistaken her aroused mischievous smile as one for him and is somewhat embarrassed for some reason.

Hoping a little familial coincidence will dissuade the young man, “Well… Merry meet, Michael, my name is Airia.”

“A-i-r-i-a” Michael says the name trying to impress Airia with his insight, “That is a beautiful name, my great grandmother has the same name.”

Much to Airia’s chagrin her response seems to alone embolden Michael more as if it was the gods themselves weaving their lives together. She could even almost see the lines of thought drifting into Michael’s head in a peculiar way.

Airia knew that Misaki has been praying desperately for Michael to find a good Japanese American girl to settle down with but this is ridiculous. He is her own great grandson regardless of what that bitch did exactly. She does love him a great deal but… no… she tries to ignore the growing heat inside of her as her thoughts naturally thought of Michael and her together such as that.

It has been half a century since Airia last experienced any hormonal mood swings remotely similar and that was with Michael’s great grandfather, bless his soul. Kiria would not want… no he did tell her to find someone else but this cannot to be what he meant, surely.

Mistaken Airia’s speechless expression and demure demeanor as her own interest, Michael presses his imagined advantage. Much more forward than should be a traditional Japanese man.

“Airia…” Already the sound of Michael saying that name is proverbially upsetting the monarch butterflies in Airia’s stomach. The young man is much too close to Airia than he should be, his face leaning in, “You are incredibly beautiful.”

Marnie struggles not to laugh as the massager mistakes her trembling as continued interest in his touch. He slowly guides her to roll over onto the edge of the small pool and kicks her feet out wide exposing herself to him. Still she is oblivious to the young man’s own carnal interest.

The movement seemed peculiar but the scene of Airia and Michael has completely captivated her.