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When we last left our two confused and aroused interracial wannabe lovers young twenty-one year old Minako was in a Lexus limousine heading to pick up her handsome older date John at his hotel. The couple would be attending a performance of classical music at Tokyo’s famed opera concert hall. In the lead up to this evening both of our characters had become rather smitten with the other. The interracial passion threatened to heat up further during their date at the concert. Each of them had masturbated to the image of the other in order to find sleep the night before. Our sojourn carries on. Where will serendipity lead us now? ___________________________________ At the elegant retro-design Okura Hotel John waited what seemed like days, not hours. He fidgeted and paced the room back and forth. He turned the TV on and then turned the TV off. He tried to look at the news headlines on his computer. Nothing seemed to fill the hour-like minutes. Each successive minute seemed longer than the last one. Suddenly a light bulb went off. Startled the Canadian realized he had forgotten something. Realizing how special Minako-san was John quickly took the elevator down to the lobby of the classic Okura Hotel. The lobby was a scene reminiscent of a futuristic utopia out of a Jetson’s TV episode. The handsome business executive then walked the stairs down to the lower shopping arcade situated below the elegant hotel. He soon found a small jewellery store. The anxious executive searched for the right gift to match Minako’s amazing dress. The older fiftyish Japanese sales lady assisting him in the shop spoke no English. Whenever John would ask to examine an item of jewellery the nervous sales lady would titter with avid excitement. Finally after examining several unsatisfactory items John felt totally lost. Each item was either too expensive and would therefore seem too forward, or looked too cheap and therefore was not classy enough. John hummed and hawed and procrastinated. The Canadian wasn’t normally so indecisive, but he wanted the gift to be perfect. The perturbed executive was unable to find what he wanted, but he was also unwilling to give up the chase. Just as the disappointed Canadian turned to leave the shop an item off in a corner glass case caught his eye. John stopped and asked the fat tittering sales lady to bring it out from under the glass. The handsome entrepreneur gazed at the black satin choker with a critical eye. It was a simple classic choker design in black satin with a large luminescent pearl featured dangling in the centre. The large luminescent saltwater pearl was set in a white gold setting. The frustrated male shopper knew immediately that he had found his elusive prize. John whipped out his wallet. The Canadian executive scanned the coloured plastic rectangles. Picking a card he quickly made the purchase using a suitably feminine red coloured credit card. Minako would be arriving in about an hour or so and he needed to get ready. Finally with his gift in hand time seemed to be passing faster. John fingered the small black velvet jewellery box. The Canadian smiled as he set it down on the bedside table. The muscular Canadian investor stripped naked out of his sweaty clothes. Langham took a long hot shower to try to de-stress. In the shower John’s cock was engorged by thoughts of slim pretty Minako. He pictured her lithe slender body and nothing would make his erection go down. With no time to masturbate John had to just shampoo and soap-up his muscular and fit body. The Canadian just had to hope young Minako would not notice the massive bulge in the front of his slacks. He carefully and methodically shaved. John felt his jaw and now smooth skin. Unsatisfied with the shaving job, he shaved again. John brushed his teeth. He checked his breath. Unsatisfied he brushed them a second time. John grinned into the mirror. He felt like a goof. Why did he feel like a teenager going on his first date? The businessman so much wanted to impress Minako-san tonight. He looked around the bathroom counter and located the small bottle of blue mouthwash. John gargled. Nervously he gargled a second time. This was getting ridiculous he realized. With his excitement rising John brushed his hair. The handsome Canadian selected a soft white cotton dress shirt hand tailored from his long-time tailor in Hong Kong. The buttons were in the thicker Italian style. He slipped on his elegant black Italian tailored suit with French cuffs Ankara bayan escort on the trousers. John added an elegant crocodile belt, Italian loafers to seem more casual and a classic Hermes pale yellow tie. Next John slipped on his vintage Cartier wristwatch and snapped the white gold clasp on the crocodile strap. Reaching out he grabbed his amber coloured cologne. One spurt was followed anxiously by two more. Okay one more. John felt so nervous he added even another. Oh god had he put on too much fucking cologne? He felt like a schoolboy on his first date. The Canadian chuckled realizing a cloud of cologne would be following him on the date. He hoped he wouldn’t gas poor Minako-san to death with his overdone cologne? John looked at the time and realized it was time to go to the front lobby. Sugihara’s car would arrive soon. _____________________________________ John exited the front of his classy hotel. He slid into the back of the black limousine beside the slender Minako-san. It was already dark so he couldn’t fully make out his young date’s outfit. Certainly her hair had been curled. The young Japanese intern’s long hair was pulled to the back of her head by a black crystal encrusted clasp. The tumble of newly coifed tight curls made the sexy Japanese intern’s hair look more full and lush. John liked this more formal looking Minako. She looked so dreamy and elegant. Also even in the dim light of the car the Canadian could tell Minako’s make-up was pure and flawless. “You look so beautiful Minako-san.” John’s voice was husky, but soft. Young Minako beamed and blushed in the darkness of the car and so John blushed also. The pretty Japanese girl noted that her date had really over-done the cologne and she smiled nervously. She hoped she wouldn’t cough, but the smell of John’s cologne was very strong. The young intern wanted to giggle, but she resisted the temptation. Would John even be able to smell her elegant floral perfume with his over-powering cologne? Minako doubted it and again had to supress a burst of giggles. The handsome executive knew he shouldn’t flirt with a girl almost young enough to be his daughter, but John was smitten and had lost control. In a desperate move to quell his inner turmoil the Canadian reached out and touched Minako’s slender feminine hand laying on the car seat between them. He squeezed it lightly for no reason at all except he couldn’t resist the impulse. “I’m so sorry. I hope I didn’t embarrass you? I mean I know I shouldn’t be so forward in Japanese society. But…..” Minako-san averted her dark eyes batting her long mascara coated lashes nervously. Yes it was wrong for an older man to flirt with her like this, but still it had thrilled her. Her heart was fluttering already. This was not even a date, it was just a business evening out and yet already this man was complimenting her like a man seeking to woo her heart. Minako was so confused. Men in Japan did not act like this? The young translator student felt lost in a swamp of foreign customs where the way things were done in Japan was of no consequence. Even though John’s errant social faux pas scared her, she also liked the freedom of being together with him. She smiled. It was nice being with a man who said what he was thinking. It made her feel like a woman. John blundered ahead from one social screw-up to another. It seemed each blunder was bigger than the next. Whatever knowledge of Japanese culture the Canadian businessman may have possessed flew out the window in the presence of this magnetic female creature. She had seemingly addled his brain. John’s attempt to apologize actually just magnified his first social slip-up. “….well it’s just that you really do look amazingly beautiful and I guess I just blurted it out without thinking.” John looked down crestfallen his heart racing. The executive realized he had just complimented her again, but even more overtly. This time it was John’s eyes that wanted to bore a hole in the car seat and drill down until he discovered oil. The Canadian suddenly realized he was still holding the poor girl’s slender hand. The older executive nervously tried to withdraw his hand without being too obvious. Minako by now was pretty embarrassed and her face was hotly flushed. Yet she was also entirely taken by this strange foreign man who couldn’t help blurting out compliments to her. As John tried to pull his hand away she anxiously put her hand on Escort bayan Ankara top of his. Minako had effectively trapped his wayward hand. The pretty Japanese girl gave John’s lager male paw a reassuring squeeze. Minako wanted to let this attractive stranger know she was not offended by his forward and inappropriate remarks. Caught up in the moment and a bit dazed by everything that had happened in the last thirty-six hours the young Japanese intern just forgot to let go of John’s hand. The limousine moved on through the dark night. Feeling rather shy John’s concert escort for the evening giggled and looked up into his warm hazel eyes. The car was quite dark and dim inside, but still she could see the male desire and heat burning in his steady firm gaze. “It’s alright. Any girl will love to have compliments. I know we will have a lovely time. I hope I will look okay?” Minako-san blushed demurely. John looked at his date more closely. He noticed she had tied a small delicate silver-grey scarf around her neck. His heart sank. What about his gift? John was now undecided what to do. He couldn’t ask her to take off her elegant scarf. That would be rude. He fingered the gift in his pocket. From that point on the trip to the concert hall was more relaxed. Soon the two of them were chatting easily. John just never felt the moment was right so he never pulled out the special gift he had purchased for the young woman he was now dreaming about. The elegant neck choker stayed in his pocket next to his throbbing engorged cock. When Sugihara’s limo driver pulled up in front of the concert hall Minako spoke to him in Japanese and then John got out. The handsome Canadian walked around the car and opened Minako’s door for her. John stretched out his hand. Minako elegantly crooked her arm and took his hand. She demurely tucked her skirt under as John helped her rise out of the car. A cluster of paparazzi was at the front of the concert hall hoping to catch photos of famous people and actors. The lights around the front of the concert hall cast a warm yellow light. As Minako-san stood up in her new elegant black dress and heels, her hair a tumble of curls, her nails perfectly manicured, her lips Chanel-red, John almost fainted. The Canadian beamed with pride. Well let them assume whatever they want he grinned inside his brain. If they think we are a couple, well what is the harm? As John looked Minako up and down he was stunned. My god this petite Asian woman was truly gorgeous. An Asian goddess! John grinned that huge grin of pride men wear when a perfectly stunning woman is on their arm. John turned letting his charming date link her arm gracefully into his. It was time to escort Minako-san into the concert hall. Suddenly and without warning the camera flashes began to explode in front of their faces blinding Minako’s eyes. Startled Minako-san held up her hand to defend her eyes from the bright flashing lights. John pushed away one photographer who pushed too close to them almost knocking Minako over. He glared at the aggressive journalist as if to say “Hey buddy back off!”. Young skittish Minako-san shrank back terrified by the sudden attack. She clung onto John’s bicep nervously shielding her face in his jacket. John pushed his arm forward clearing a path through the crowd of cameramen and chuckling. Using his strength he steered a path for his date. John muscled the paparazzi to the side and made a safe path for young Minako. His pretty Japanese companion began to giggle clinging nervously to her strong male escort as he led her to the entrance of the concert hall. “Why did they take our picture John?” Minako was breathless. It had all happened so fast. But she was starting to relax now that they were safely inside the concert hall foyer. Security at the door had checked their tickets and they were now past the swarm of photographers. The pretty young intern was catching her breath, her heart racing. It had all been so unexpected and surreal. John laughed easily. “I have no idea. I guess they think the same thing I do.” Minako-san looked up at her date confused. “What do you mean John?” He laughed easily realizing her confusion. “Well surely you are the most stunningly beautiful creature here tonight, so they wanted to take your picture.” Minako-san blushed. The cute intern pretended to playfully hit John lightly on the arm. “You’re teasing me. Sometimes you foreign men are so terrible. Bayan escort Ankara You just tease me and I don’t know if it’s teasing…” Minako grinned a cheeky grin. Actually she loved how teasing and playful John was. It was so different from Japanese men. She loved how he flirted with her. “I don’t know to believe you or to be angry with you?” Minako pouted and pushed out her bottom lip. John put his index finger to the young woman’s soft lips to shush her. His eyes took on the most serious of deep male looks. “Minako I can assure you…” Langham paused a pregnant pause to make sure he had his date’s full attention. Minako’s heart was still racing from being chased by the paparazzi. Her big eyes looked up wide and filled with youthful wonder. All the excitement and rush of the entrance had given Minako’s face an aura of child-like whimsy and glee. She was still a bit nervous and jumpy from the whole crazy flashbulb attack. “I am not teasing. You are really the most beautiful woman here.” Minako thought her heart would stop. John had delivered the line with such sincerity. Could he really believe it? This man was so romantic it was like a dream. As John escorted Minako into the main foyer she looked around and saw all the long elegant gowns, the fancy diamonds and jewels, the expensive handbags: it all made Minako-san more and more nervous. John went and fetched Minako a flute of Champagne. As they waited for the chiming bell to call them to their seats John looked about the large open hall. He was so glad he had come. Minako stood on the tips of her new heels and whispered into his ear. “John everyone here is so rich. And…..” She paused. “…all the women look so sophisticated and elegant.” John smiled and laughed easily. He loved it when Minako-san held onto his arm. Her soft lips and her warm moist breath teased his ear. As Minako had leaned in close to John’s body her light floral spring-like perfume scent had wafted to his nose. For a second he felt a little dizzy with desire. “John can I hold your hand? I feel terribly nervous. All these ladies are older than me.” John thought he had won the lottery. Was it all right if she held his hand? Was this girl crazy? Langham reached down to find Minako’s slender hand. His date’s hand was warm and a bit sweaty. The Canadian confidently and gently took hold and gave her feminine hand a reassuring soft squeeze. Quickly remembering that Akiko had wanted a photo of John Minako-san commented on the beautiful concert hall. “John this building is so beautiful. We should take a photo.” Minako-san smiled trying not to betray her ulterior motive. Her sister would kill her if she didn’t get a photo on their date. John smiled and looked around. The hall was spectacular. Minako pulled out her phone. The pretty young translator trainee walked over to one of the waitresses and asked her to take their photo together. Minako hugged into John’s body and her face beamed. She was having such a good time. They both smiled as the young staff member took their photo. Minako checked the photo on her screen and held the screen out for John to see. “Look John. You look very handsome.” John blushed at her comment. Minako blushed realizing she was acting like a foreigner now and casting about compliments like they were candy. She giggled at her rapid transformation. John laughed. “Well certainly not handsome enough to be standing next to you. Look at how elegant and gorgeous you look in that dress.” Minako’s cheeks flushed pink and she beamed. When John was distracted reading the program for the performance Minako excused her self to go to the little girl’s room. John was looking at the description of Emanuel Bach’s cantata. He remembered to point out to Minako that this piece was by J.S. Bach’s talented son. Accordingly it was not “the Bach” most people are familiar with, yet it was an amazing piece of music. Minako did want to pee, but more than this she wanted to text the photo to her sister Akiko. TXT: Here he is sis. Take a look. TXT: OMG he’s dreamy Min. Will you fuck him? TXT: Sis you are so gross. (Tongue out emoticon) We’re at a concert. (Angel emoticon) TXT: Gotta run sis. Minako smiled as she shut off her phone. Her sister Akiko was crazy. Would she fuck him? Minako giggled. She returned from the bathroom. She linked her arm casually into John’s as the chiming bells began to ring. The concert was about to start. Everyone was being called to his or her seats. The young Japanese intern held on nervously to John’s arm as he led the way. In what felt like a breezy romantic dream the couple were seated. Before John could realize it the first half of the concert was over. Was the music any good? He had no idea. It had been impossible for the Canadian to concentrate with charming Minako-san at his side.