樱花与禁忌之触

The moment I saw her across the crowded Kyoto reception hall, my cock twitched like it remembered her pussy better than my brain did. Aiko stood there in a sleek crimson kimono that hugged her petite frame, the silk whispering against her skin with every breath. Her dark hair was pinned up with delicate kanzashi, exposing the elegant curve of her neck I used to kiss for hours. We hadn't spoken since our breakup two years ago, but the air between us crackled with the same raw hunger that once kept us locked in my tiny Tokyo apartment for weekends.

The wedding of our mutual friend Hiroshi was supposed to be simple. Cherry blossoms floated in the courtyard pond outside, and paper lanterns cast a warm glow over the tatami mats inside. I sipped sake, trying to play it cool, but my eyes kept drifting back to her.

"Aiko," I said, stepping closer when the crowd thinned. My voice came out rougher than intended.

She turned, those almond eyes widening for a split second before a sly smile curved her lips. "Kenji. Didn't expect you to show up looking so... tense." Her gaze flicked down my suit, lingering where my pants were already tightening.

"Blame the kimono. You know what that does to me." I leaned in, catching the faint scent of her cherry blossom perfume mixed with something warmer, more intimate. "Still fits you like it was painted on."

She laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Flattery? After all this time? The sake must be hitting you early." But she didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers brushed my wrist, light as a feather, sending heat straight to my groin.

The tension snapped fast. Within minutes, we slipped out to a quiet side room used for storing extra gifts, the door clicking shut behind us. "We shouldn't," she whispered, but her hands were already tugging at my tie, yanking me down for a kiss that tasted like memories and forbidden fruit.

Her mouth was hot, demanding, tongue sliding against mine with familiar urgency. I groaned into her, palming her firm little tits through the silk. "Fuck, Aiko, I've missed this tight body." My fingers found the obi sash, loosening it with practiced ease until the kimono parted like blooming petals, revealing her smooth, pale skin and the lacy black bra underneath that barely contained her hard nipples.

我捏住其中一颗，她倒吸一口气，弓起身子迎向我的触碰。“健二……你的手还是这么贪心。再往下摸。现在就要。”她的声音带着喘息，挑逗十足，那种俏皮的语调让她听起来既天真又淫荡。

I dropped to my knees on the tatami, sliding the kimono fully open. Her shaved Japanese pussy glistened already, pink and perfect between slender thighs. I spread her with my thumbs, inhaling her musky sweetness before dragging my tongue slowly up her slit. She shivered, gripping my hair. "Yes... just like that. Lick my clit, you tease."

但今晚我想要的不只是她平时的节奏。我站起来，把她转过来面对墙上的一面华丽镜子。她的眼睛在镜中与我对视，充满欲望，而我释放出粗壮的阴茎。它弹出来，沉重而青筋暴起，龟头已经在渗液。“看着我们，”我低语，紧贴着她的背。透过半开的和服，她皮肤的热度让我悸动。

She bent slightly, bracing on a low table, kimono sleeves draping like scarlet wings. "Put it in me, Kenji. Fill this pussy you used to own." I rubbed my cockhead along her wet folds, teasing her entrance until she whimpered, then thrust deep in one smooth stroke. Her walls clenched around me, hot and silky, that familiar grip that always made my balls tighten.

"Oh god... so big," she moaned, pushing back to take every inch. I started slow, savoring the wet sounds of her juices coating my shaft, the way her ass jiggled softly with each impact. My hands roamed her tanned shoulders, then down to squeeze her perky tits, rolling her nipples until she cried out.

The pace built, playful at first. "Remember how you'd ride me for hours?" I growled, spanking her lightly, watching the pink bloom on her skin in the mirror. She laughed breathlessly between gasps. "Shut up and fuck me harder... or I'll make you beg instead."

I did. Gripping her narrow hips, I pounded faster, the slap of skin echoing in the small room. Her pussy fluttered, squeezing me rhythmically as she chased her peak. I reached around, circling her swollen clit with two fingers, feeling her tremble. "Come on my cock, Aiko. Let me feel you soak me."

She shattered first, biting her lip to muffle a sharp cry, her whole body quaking as her orgasm ripped through her. Juices squirted lightly down my thighs, her inner muscles milking me so intensely I couldn't hold back. With a deep groan, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside her clenching heat. We stayed locked like that, panting, sweat slicking our skin where the kimono clung damply.

Later, we straightened our clothes with shaky laughs. "This changes nothing," she said, retying her obi with a wink. "But maybe... we find each other at the next wedding?"

Morning light filtered through my hotel window the next day. I woke to the smell of fresh coffee from the machine she'd started. Aiko stood by the balcony in just my shirt, hair messy, sipping from a mug. Our eyes met, stolen glances full of last night's heat and quiet promises. She smiled over the rim. "Cream?"