Rural relationship

“What’s with this weather…” you mutter to yourself as you readjust your sweat-soaked cap and backpack over your shoulders. The loud cicadas chirping in the long grass continues to taunt you as you squint into the shimmering distance in hopes of a store or bus stop. Your enjoyable bike ride in Japan’s rural village hours ago quickly turned into a nightmare when you found yourself begrudgingly walking on the gravel with your bike trailing behind with a punctured tire. Too far to get it fixed immediately, you’ve been looking for a bus to take you and your damned bike back into town with no luck. For the past hour, you’ve only managed to spot one local resident driving past who immediately sped away after realizing that you’re a foreigner with no knowledge of the Japanese language.

Taking a sip out of your water bottle, you walk past a rather old wooden shack with dusty windows and an ancient looking car you presume to be a local farmer’s. Seeing movement behind the curtains, you wipe the sweat off your forehead and hesitantly step closer towards the building in hopes of some assistance. “Fancy seeing someone like you out here” a voice booms out, making you flinch in surprise as the front door swings open to reveal a Caucasian man with blond hair in a white singlet. Too stunned to speak from the coincidence of meeting an American in such a rural part of Japan, you stare dumbly at him as he glances at your bike. “Ah I can fix that! Come in for a bit!” he grins, gesturing you in before grabbing your bike and pulling out a toolbox from a nearby shelf.

“H-how did yo---” you stutter in confusion as you look around the cramped wooden shack, noticing tatami mats on the ground and sheets of paper scattered everywhere.

“I teach English at a nearby school… name’s Connor by the way” he replies with a smile and an outstretched hand. You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief as Connor’s fan turns to blow cold air against your sweaty shirt. “So, what brings you here?” he asks with a raised eyebrow at your rental bike as you look sheepishly at him.

“Just wanted to see the countryside during my vacation” you say as Connor hands you a plate of watermelon and gestures at you to eat it. Feeling a little awkward from the silence, you grab a slice and take a small bite from the top, savoring the sweetness on your tongue. Still a little curious about Connor, you decide to change the topic, “There’s barely anyone to talk to he---” you comment.

“I know right!” he cuts in, clearly showing his frustration, “I thought I could meet a nice Japanese girl and settle down…” he grumbles as you look at him with sympathy. Taking another bite from the watermelon, the ice-cold juices flow down your throat, making you greedily take a few more mouthfuls. “Internet sucks here too” Connor grunts from another room as he tries to fix your bike. Realizing that your hands are soaked in watermelon juices, you quickly wipe them against your shorts, not noticing your fingers contorting and spasming for a few seconds. Reaching for another slice, you find it a little odd when the watermelon feels strangely bigger in your hands, but you disregard it and take another bite. Relishing the sweetness, you lick your slender fingers, careful not to damage the long glossy nails you had pedicured a week ago.

“Ah… shit” you mumble to yourself, looking down to see trails of watermelon juices already running down to your elbows. Raising your arms, you hear a few pops and cracks as your shoulders crunch inwards giving you a smaller physique, but you ignore it, assuming your body is still recovering from the recent gym session. Wiping the juices off your arm with your petite hands, you smile to yourself as the fingers brush against your slender and toned biceps achieved from months at the gym. Moving the tray of discarded watermelon rind away, you don’t notice your collarbone creeping higher until it becomes quite pronounced against your smaller body.

“Here, all fixe---” Connor chuckles, moving your bike into view, but gives you a lopsided grin as he stares momentarily at you and your hands. Quickly placing the bike down, he grabs a fan off the shelf and eagerly hands it to you as you give him a look of confusion. “The fan will help keep you cool” he says hastily as he tries to keep you seated.

“Uh… okay… thanks?” you smile awkwardly, slightly put off by his hospitality and weird stare. As you start to use the traditional Japanese blue fan across your face, you can’t help but grin from the refreshing breeze. With your scalp slightly itching, you brush the long silky black strands of hair out of your eyes and tuck them behind your ear. You remember contemplating on whether to cut your long hair into a cute bob cut for the summer, but you always enjoyed the feeling of your lustrous hair brushing against your back. “What are you staring at?” you say to Connor, catching him ogling you at a distance. Realizing that your perception of him is quite blurry, you blink a few times and rub your hands over your eyes, not noticing them growing wider with an unmistakable Asian slant while your irises turn light brown. As Connor continues to stare, you turn red in embarrassment, forming a permanent blush on your cheeks while your skin turns buttery smooth and hairless with no imperfections. Remembering all the skincare routines you have at home, you can’t help but feel self-conscious about the make-up you have on and the moisturizer you spread across your arms.

“D-do I have something on my face?” you gasp, pressing your fingers across your perfect face, as your jaw quickly rounds and your face shrinks into a more doll-like and feminine complexion. Letting out a cute sneeze, your nose cracks into a button nose while your neck becomes slender and smooth. Seeing Connor shake his head furiously, you give him a playful wink, “Then stop staringgggg”, you giggle nervously, putting emphasis on the last word with your high and seductive voice. Connor’s jaw drops open in surprise as you hum to yourself a song you sang with perfection at a karaoke bar the night before with your voice oozing with lust and a developing Japanese accent.

Pausing for a second, you feel oddly uncomfortable like your body begging to leave the house as your head throbs. Clenching your teeth together, you try to comprehend the nagging sensations, not noticing your lips plumping up with lipstick. Realizing the situation, Connor quickly pulls out a bowl of shaved ice from the freezer and hands it to you as you look at him with mixed emotions. “Have some… you’re still so hot” he says hastily as your body screams at you to not to pick up the spoon.

“I… I shouldn’t… I’m on a diet… I think…” you stutter back with your mind racing as you pull up your shirt to reveal a flat and toned belly. Running your hands along your waist, you can’t help but feel proud of the hour-glass figure you created from disciplined meals and constant exercise. All the jealous girls rambling about your perfect physique and alluring face. Pulling the shirt further up, you let out a feminine gasp as the cool breeze from the fan tickles your hard and dark nipples.

“Just take it off… you always did when it’s so hot” Connor chuckles as you turn red from embarrassment; hesitating for a second, but the refreshing gust on your chest becomes irresistible. With a sheepish smile, you slip your shirt off and lie onto the cool tatami mat, feeling the wind blow over your chest as you hum another song to yourself. Closing your eyes, the constant chirps of cicadas bring back memories of spending time at Connor’s house during the university midsemester break in Tokyo. Taking another deep breath, you feel your chest rise and become itchy as your shrinking diaphragm struggles to lift the added weight. Opening your curious eyes, you look down to see beads of sweat running down your deep cleavage as your soft and round breasts jiggle side to side. Catching Connor staring at your D-cup tits, you can’t help but give him a mischievous grin before squeezing your milky tits together and running your dainty fingers along your soft underboob.

“Y-you’re just lucky it’s so hot today…” you shyly say as you sit up and feel your heavy breasts bounce and hang like teardrops in front of Connor but out of his reach. Lifting a spoonful of shaved ice to your mouth, you let out a cute squeal as your plump lips presses against the coldness before letting it slide in. Tasting a hint of strawberry on your tongue, you greedily scoop a few more mouthful until the frost causes you to cough loudly and lurch forward. “Oops… I 食べ過ぎた {ate too fast}” you giggle, ignoring all the pops and cracks from your spine as you arch your back into a shorter stature. Batting your long eyelashes at Connor, you feel extremely happy that he remembered your favorite flavor ever since meeting you at university before graduating a year ago.

Taking another mouthful of shaved ice, you clench your eyes shut and grasp your head in pain from the brain freeze. “それは痛い {it hurts}!” you squeal with a smile, still relishing the sweet flavor but feeling somewhat nauseous. With your eyes closed, you hear footsteps rapidly approaching before feeling your shorts and underwear being unceremoniously ripped off your body. Before you can react, you open your eyes to see Connor lustfully staring at you as he spreads your legs apart. “W-wait… やめろ {stop it}… Don--- mmpphhhhh” you moan loudly as you feel Connor’s large manly hand cup against your crotch, instantly making you extremely aroused. Unable to control the sudden urges, your body suddenly spasms and climaxes, sending fluids all over Connor’s hands.

“S-Slow down…” you pant, too ashamed to look down as a salty stench fills your nose, making you salivate. With your body still shivering with energy, you hear wet slurping sounds emanate from your crotch as Connor starts to tease your lower body. After a minute of foreplay you finally catch your breath only to scream out in ecstasy as you feel is index finger slide effortlessly into your well lubricated pussy. Biting your lower lip, you try to swat his hand away but he inserts another finger and pushes further in before twirling them around. “Fuuuck… I’m so wet” you moan softly, watching Connor pull his fingers out with strings of juices flowing out onto the tatami mat. Without hesitation, he pulls his pants down to reveal a massive throbbing boner in front of your face before pushing you onto your back and keeping your hands trapped.

“穏やかな {be gentle}” you whimper timidly, feeling the tip of his cock brush against your puffy pussy lips dripping with juices. Without warning, Connor thrusts his hips into you, impaling his dick deep into your vagina and forcing your pussy lips to spread wide open. “Ahnnnn… oh my god… yesssss” you moan loudly, not hearing your hips pop and dislocate as they expand out to child-bearing proportion from the force. Eyes rolling back in pleasure, a smile stretches across your face as the thought of dating an American to rebel against your Japanese parent’s conservative mindset is finally happening. Despite studying abroad in America for a year, you still prefer living in Japan, but your preference for boys changed significantly and only solidified after meeting Connor one day at university.

Your wandering thoughts quickly subside as Connor continues to pound against your pussy, making your lips quiver. Instinctively, you use your vaginal muscles to clench around his veiny cock to milk him for cum as it slides in and out of your warm pussy. Within minutes, you hear him grunt before feeling your insides fill up with hot cum while some drip out. Breathing rapidly, you bathe in all the sensations as excess cum spills out and runs down your deep ass crack, forcing you to shift around uncomfortably. “とても乱雑 {so messy}…” you click your tongue sarcastically with a seductive smile as you spread your ass cheeks apart for Connor to see. Feeling your fingers sink into the soft flesh, you let out a yelp as he gives it a spank, ogling your bubble butt jiggling in response.

As Connor slides his dick out of your pussy making you feel empty, you give him a cute pout and a frown, “one more time?” you purr seductively. Before he can respond, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you spread your pussy lips apart with two fingers to allow cum to drip out. Aroused by your horniness, his body obliges by forcing his dick to be painfully erect once more as you playfully stroke your legs against his body. Grunting with renewed energy, Connor grabs your thighs, sinking his hands into your softening and fattening flesh as you squeal with happiness. Lightly running his hands along your sensitive inner thighs, your body spasms with pleasure as his fingers move closer towards your pussy. “Mhhmm… keep going… 愛してる {I love you}” you coo into his ear as your toes curl from all the sensations, showing off your dainty feet and perfectly pedicured nails. Rubbing your feet along his back, your calves become toned while your skin darkens slightly into a healthy tan from all the exercising.

Wiping drool off your lips, your body tenses as Connor slides his cock into your pussy once more. Breathing hard, you sway your strong hips to feel his cock rubbing against angle of your clitoris as he begins to grope your tits and thrust faster. “やめないで {Don’t stop}” you moan between breaths, shivering as he pinches and sucks your puffy nipples without hesitation. Looking up at Connor with his dick deep inside your body, you can’t help but smile at your luck in finding such a loving and sexy American boyfriend to meet all your bodily desires and fetishes.