The Man in The Bullet Train

The instant her phone went, l knew it could only be Kei calling about Keiko but l had to rely on Wataru to translate Katsumi's multiple apologies as she sprang to her feet, bowing like her life depended.

Although I desperately wanted to stay with Wataru, l knew it would be hugely awkward to be there with just him and his father. The conversation had been very careful to avoid the multiple questions which his father must have had in his head but which could not be asked of strangers without loss of face. Without Katsumi there, it would be impossible for Wataru to skirt around those. And so l also seized the opportunity to make my excuses and leave too. Wataru in turn took his chance and leaned forward as I was sitting on the edge of the raised booth, putting on my shoes, to whisper:

'Wait outside the brown door on the street! I'll make some excuse to get away ... it could be around 15 mins though!'

I stood up and my eyes flashed him a 'yes' as l helped Katsumi to step down from the booth and then l too bowed goodbye to both Wataru and his father. Not too deep a bow ... as that would construe an apology but hopefully just sufficient to show respect. At least that was what l hoped it conveyed! In reality, l probably just looked an idiot foreigner or worse, insulted the last five generations of his ancestors!

'Order a whisky to be sent to him. He loves expensive whisky. You'll get brownie points. And God, do you need brownie points!!'

'Oh, yeah, like my Japanese is going to stretch to ordering that!!'

She fairly barked the instruction at the poor barman and then was gone and I almost caught the door in my face as it swung back. Outside, l saw she had stopped and was taking off her talons!!

'I told the barman to say it was from you! Go back and pay or the poor guy will have a heart attack!'

'Good luck!' l called as, heels in left and handbag in right, she as good as ran down the street.

I went back in and sure enough, the barman went from wringing his hands to bowing, repeatedly, in profuse gratitude that l should have returned to pay. A small fortune too, l might add!

I left a second time and looked down the street. Jimmy Choos back where they should be, Katsumi was crossing over to an empty bench overlooking the bay, every inch the elegant Japanese woman of a certain age. She sat down in the middle. Then scooted to the right. Then the left. Then moved her bag from her lap to the bench. Then she placed it at her feet.
Just as l picked out a slightly plump woman in a summer dress approach and sit down alongside her, the brown door on my right opened.

'It's me.'

Wataru's voice, unmistakably, although I couldn't actually see anything of him, secreted behind the door as he was. I looked through the gap to see a long, covered passageway which ran alongside the building to a small yard where what looked like the glass bins were kept. That's all l got to take in because his hand grabbed me and yanked me inside unceremoniously before the door was closed carefully and quietly.

Two gorgeous soft brown eyes looked into mine for the briefest of moments and then he kissed me. Full square on my lips. With more passion than poor Karen and l had managed to dredge up in the entire marriage. Hands were touching my neck, over my chest, squeezing my butt. He ground his cock against mine and it was very apparent exactly how excited he was.

'I want you.'

'I want you too but we should talk.'

''No, l want you.' 

And with that, his hand was in through my flies and working my dick out of my trousers. Fingers rubbed and caressed until he had the desired result.

'But here? Someone might ...'

By way of an answer, he just turned his back to me and slipped the waistband of his trousers over his arse to reveal a pair of my boxers!!

'You pinched my boxers!! You kinky little tea-leaf!'

'Whaaaaat? ..... stop talking and start fucking me!'

His left forefinger went into his mouth and then reached around to moisten his hole and loosen it up. His right hand fumbled for my dick until he could grasp it and guide it to between his buttocks.

I pushed my M&S' Multipack Plaid down to join his jeans mid-thigh.

'You're not making me use my boxers as a condom!'

'Stop making me laugh and stick me it!'

I had no chance to do otherwise even if I had wanted to for he just pushed back until my head breached his sphincter. Barely a breath later l was fully inside him and Wataru was rocking back and forth, the ease with which he accomplished this betraying just how aroused he was. Not that my arousal was any less! My hands went to his hips and we worked in tandem, the danger of being caught adding to the thrill and sheer electricity of fucking outside. And it was a fuck, not love-making!

'Ikou! Ikou!' ['I'm cumming!']

'I'm close too. Don't stop! Oh my god!!'

It felt like my poor balls threw every last drop of cum they could into that orgasm. l suppressed a grunt, just! One that would have woken the dead. He whirled around and crouched down intending to lick me clean ... .

'Oh, no, no, ... too sensitive still!

I pulled him up and kissed him.

'You are a naughty, naughty man!'

The cheekiest of grins appeared on his face:

'So desu ka? ['Is that so?'] And why you called me a tea-leaf?'

'Thief!'