Pleased by new neighbors

My name is Max, I just moved to Japan after getting a job here. My Japanese is pretty good, so it doesn't make it difficult for me to communicate. I had just entered my apartment room and was about to unpack my suitcase, when a knock on the door caught my attention. I answered it, and there she was, standing in the doorway.

Her name was Asuka, a married woman with a voluptuous figure that could make any man's head turn. She had O-cup breasts that were perfectly round and firm, begging to be squeezed. Her hips were wide and her ass was as plump as a peach, making her curves look like they were painted by an artist. Her hair was long and raven black, framing a face that had a hint of mischief in her eyes, even though she had a sadness in them that was unmistakable.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she began, her voice as sweet as honey, "but my husband is always working late and my son is away for college. I was wondering if you could help me with something."

I looked at her, confused. What could she possibly need from me?

"I'm lonely," she whispered, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "I haven't felt a man's touch in so long."

My eyes widened. This was not what I expected when I moved here, but I wasn't about to turn down such an offer. "I'd be happy to help," I said, my voice low and steady.

She stepped into my apartment and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a tight, red dress that clung to her body like a second skin, showcasing every inch of her luscious curves. I couldn't help but stare.

"Please," she begged, taking a step closer to me. "Make me feel like a woman again."

Without a second thought, I reached out and placed my hand on her hip, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. She gasped, and I knew that she had been craving this for a long time. I pulled her closer, my hand slipping around to cup one of her massive breasts. She moaned, arching her back and pushing herself into my touch.

I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue delving into her mouth as if I was a man dying of thirst and she was my only source of water. Her lips were soft and inviting, and she kissed me back with a passion that could only come from a woman who had been starved of affection for too long.

My other hand found its way to her other breast, kneading and squeezing as she moaned into my mouth. Her nipples were hard little peaks, pushing against the fabric of her dress. I couldn't wait to get her out of it and taste them.

I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, which were now dark with desire. "Take it off," I murmured, and she nodded eagerly, reaching behind her to unzip her dress. It slid down her body, revealing her matching red lingerie.

Her breasts spilled out of her bra, and I took one in my mouth, sucking and biting at her nipple as she threw her head back and moaned. She was so sensitive, and every little thing I did to her made her body quiver with pleasure.

I slid my hand down her stomach and into her panties, finding her already wet and ready for me. I teased her clit with my thumb, making her hips buck against my hand. She was so responsive, her body begging for more.

I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carried her to my bed. I laid her down gently and kissed my way down her body, my tongue tracing the line of her cleavage before moving down to her belly button. I slid her panties to the side and licked her slit, making her gasp.

Her pussy was soaking wet, and she smelled like heaven. I buried my face in her, licking and sucking as she writhed beneath me. She was so tight, and her walls clenched around my tongue as if trying to keep me inside her.

"Please," she moaned, "I need more."

I didn't need to be told twice. I stood up and removed my clothes, my cock springing free and slapping against my stomach. It was thick and long, and I knew it would fill her up perfectly.

I slid into her, inch by inch, watching her face as she took all of me. She was tight, so tight, and it took all my self-control not to come right there. She was so wet and warm, her pussy clenching around me as if it had been made for me.

I began to thrust, my hips moving in a steady rhythm that made her breasts bounce with every stroke. She was lost in pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned my name over and over again.

Her hands were all over my body, gripping my shoulders and digging into my back as I fucked her harder and deeper. Her nails left trails of fire across my skin, and it only made me want her more.

I reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it as I fucked her, using it to keep my balance. She cried out, her body trembling as she came, her pussy spasming around my cock.

But I wasn't done with her yet.

I pulled out and flipped her over, pushing her down onto her hands and knees. "I want you from behind," I said, my voice thick with lust.

"Yes," she panted, her ass in the air. "Take me like you own me."

And that's exactly what I did. I slammed into her, my cock disappearing into her pussy as I claimed her like she was mine. She was so wet, so tight, that every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

Her moans grew louder, and I knew she was close again. I reached around and pinched her clit, making her scream. She bucked back into me, her pussy clenching as she came again, her juices coating my cock.

"I'm going to cum," I grunted, and she nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

I pulled out and came all over her ass, painting her with my seed. She collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

We laid there, both of us panting and sweaty, our hearts racing.

"Thank you," she whispered, turning to face me. "You have no idea how much I needed that."

"The pleasure was all mine," I said, and it was the truth.

From that day forward, Asuka became my secret lover. Her husband never knew, and her son was none the wiser. We would meet whenever she needed to feel alive again, whenever she needed a man to make her scream.

Our sessions grew more intense, more depraved. We tried every position, every kink we could think of. I licked and sucked her tits until they were red and swollen, and she took my cock in her mouth, deep-throating me until I was ready to burst.

I fucked her in the ass, her tight little hole squeezing me like a vice, and she took it like a champ, begging for more. We did it in every room of her house, on every piece of furniture, and sometimes even in public, when the risk of getting caught was too much to resist.

Asuka's body was a playground for me, and I explored every inch of it. Her O-cup breasts were a never-ending source of pleasure, and I never grew tired of playing with them, of watching them bounce as I fucked her. Her pussy was so tight, so warm, that I often lost myself in it, forgetting everything else in the world.

We fucked until the sun came up, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. We fucked until we couldn't move, until the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.

And when it was all said and done, she would always look at me with those dark, hungry eyes, her body still trembling from the pleasure I had given her.

"Again," she would say, and I would eagerly oblige.

Because with Asuka, every day was a new adventure, a new chance to make her feel alive. And I was more than happy to be the man to do it.

Her moans of ecstasy were my symphony, her body my canvas, and my cock was the brush that painted her with pleasure. Our secret affair was the most exciting thing in my life, and I knew that as long as I could make her feel like a woman again, I would never let her go.

The end.