My Secret Ninja Lover (Interracial Sex - BWAM) (2 page)

As she felt herself give way to her passion and feelings, she felt him come as well. It was hard, and it drove a second wave of her own orgasm coursing through her body.

Soon, it was over, and Iruku lay panting on her, their bodies both now glistening in the pale light with the sweat of their efforts.

“Wow,” she said, still catching her breath, “I should let someone mug me every day.”

He said something in Japanese which she didn’t understand, but she presumed given the soft tone that is was a term of endearment.

Slowly he gingerly got up from her, and she felt his cock slide out of her as he did so. He bent over and helped her up as well.

She glanced down at the couch and noticed the heavy cream colored smear that they had left on the couch. She found it strangely endearing to see the results of their efforts so casually displayed.

He offered her the chance to shower, which she gladly accepted. He also agreed to join her when she asked him too.

Once in the surprisingly large shower stall, they both kept to the matter at hand. Simply washing. Both seemed to realize that as exciting and erotic as their encounter was, it was in the big picture nothing more than a single encounter.

Which suited her fine, as she wasn’t really looking for a relationship, though a fucking as good as the one she had just experienced was definitely to her liking.

Gradually they finished showering and toweled off. Now their relative quiet had even spread to grow into a bashful attempt to ignore the nakedness of the other.

Lori got dressed and said her goodbyes, being sure again to thank him profusely for his help earlier with getting her purse back.

They kissed just once more, just a little peck of a thing. And with that she left and their relationship ran its full and complete course.

Back on the street, it took Lori a moment to get her bearings back and determine her way back home. It wasn’t a long walk.

It was later now, but the dinner crowds were still there, if perhaps a little thinner. And the bar scene was still happening too, and as she walked by she could tell that there were more than a few folks who would not remember the night.

Then she passed the bench she’d been sitting on when that creep had tried to steal her purse. And when her rescuer went and retrieved it for her, kicking some major ass in the process.

She was sure of how she would remember the day, though. She would remember it not as a day where she had been mugged. No, she thought, Iruku had done more than get her purse back.

He had given her a wonderful experience which she had enjoyed so much that it overshadowed the assault. So much so that even the details of it were already fading into memory.

Well, she thought to herself. He’d given her a big load of come in addition to the experience. Or perhaps one was a part of the other. She didn’t know, she realized. And frankly, she didn’t care either.

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