From Fro-Yo to O-Yes w Kamiko

Literotic asexstories – From Fro-Yo to O-Yes w Kamiko by pbarkley,pbarkley As I walked through the halls of our community college campus, my gaze drifted towards the various classes going on around me. It seemed like every door I passed held a secret treasure trove of temptation – young Asian girls who could easily be mistaken for Penthouse or Hustler models. They were all too attractive for their own good; especially when compared to my aging frame which had seen better days. Despite being forty-five years old, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to them. Every time I saw them walking past, laughing together, studying intently or even just staring off into space with those captivating eyes — there was something about these girls that made me wish things were different between us. But alas, we both knew our roles; teacher and student never mix well outside academic settings.

My mind wandered often during lectures too, lost in thoughts of how amazing it would be to explore these beautiful creatures beneath me. Linda, with her perfect cherry red lips and sleek black hair always caught my attention; she had this air of innocence mixed with mischief that screamed “I know what you want”. Then there was Thuy, petite yet fiery Vietnamese goddess who commanded attention wherever she went. Her smoldering glances sent shivers down my spine whenever our paths crossed inside or outside classrooms. Their presence alone was enough torture without allowing myself to entertain such taboo fantasies further.

On Friday afternoon, after our weekly soccer match against faculty members (which we somehow managed to win), one of my colleagues approached me while I was heading back home. “Hey man,” he said casually, “are you planning anything fun this weekend?” He knew very well the answer would probably involve drinking beer alone or watching some obscure sports matches on TV while hiding from reality. Little did he know that today might change everything.

While driving home later that evening, I noticed an intriguing advertisement along the highway — Kamiko’s Frozen Yogurt Shop opening soon! The image accompanying it featured a gorgeous Asian girl sporting an infectious smile that matched perfectly with her tantalizing curves hidden under loose clothing. For once, my heart leaped up in anticipation rather than despair at yet another reminder of what I couldn’t have. Could fate really be offering me a chance at satisfaction? Perhaps this time things would play out differently?

The following Saturday morning found me standing in front of the newly opened store before anyone else arrived. As I studied the signage, my eyes kept drifting back to the picture of the girl whose body language radiated confidence and sensuality at equal measures. Suddenly, it hit me — she looked familiar! After a moment’s hesitation, I realized why: she was one of my previous students! My pulse raced as visions flooded my mind of her presenting assignments or answering questions confidently during class discussions. However, this was no longer relevant; all that mattered now was how incredibly desirable she appeared in this setting.

There was a line of customers forming behind me already, eager for their frozen yogurt fix. Despite feeling anxious, I couldn’t resist staying any longer. With determination fueling my steps, I walked inside only to find Kamiko herself standing behind the counter! She looked up at me with recognition flashing across her eyes, but maintained her professional demeanor as she asked about my order. ”

“Mr. Rivers! What a surprise,” she said casually, not missing a beat while scooping out my desired flavor.

“I was hoping to catch you here,” I replied, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant. The truth was, I had been thinking about her ever since seeing that advertisement.

“I’d love to chat but we’re quite busy right now,” she responded politely, indicating towards the long line of customers waiting impatiently behind me. “So what flavor did you decide on?”

“Chocolate swirl,” I answered, trying not to stare at her mesmerizing figure too obviously. She scooped some into a cup before handing it over, our fingertips brushing against each other ever so slightly. “You got any recommendations for toppings?”

“Well,” she replied with a mischievous grin, “it depends on what kind of mood you’re in.”

As I paid for my treat and made my way towards the self-serve toppings station, I couldn’t help but feel hopeful. Maybe there was still a chance for me after all? As the minutes ticked by and the rush hour customers dwindled down, Kamiko found herself free from her duties behind the counter. With a sly smile, she made her way over to where I was sitting, looking casually sexy in her yoga pants and tank top combo.

“Business slowing down?” I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

“For now,” she replied, taking a seat opposite me. “It’ll pick up again soon enough.”

We engaged in small talk for a while, discussing what we’d both been up to since graduation. She mentioned how much she enjoyed running her own business and how much support she’d received from family and friends. I couldn’t help but notice how flattered she seemed by my attention — something which filled me with both excitement and trepidation.

Eventually, the conversation turned flirtatious, with Kamiko playfully teasing me about my ‘old man’ jokes. As we laughed together, I felt a spark ignite between us; one that promised forbidden pleasures if only we dared to explore it further.

“You know,” I said, trying (and failing) to sound casual once more, “I always thought you looked familiar. Like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

Kamiko giggled at my obvious attempt at flirting. “Oh really?” she teased, batting her eyelashes playfully. “Where might that be?”

“Well,” I stammered, feeling heat rising in my cheeks, “I mean… not to sound creepy or anything but… you kind of remind me of this Japanese pornstar I used to watch.”

The room fell silent for a moment before Kamiko burst out laughing. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed between fits of giggles. “I know, right? So many people tell me that!”

Relieved by her amusement rather than offense, I joined in with her laughter. “Seriously?” I asked, feeling surprisingly less nervous now.

“Yeah,” she replied, wiping away a tear from her eye. “Her name’s Moka Asahi or something like that. I used to watch her videos all the time too!”

Feeling bolder now, I leaned forward slightly. “You don’t happen to look like her for any other reason, do you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kamiko’s smile turned decidedly more seductive at my boldness. “Well,” she replied, her voice equally hushed, “maybe there is some resemblance there… but let’s just say I’m not actually her.”

My heart sank as Kamiko’s words hung in the air between us. So much for finally finding courage to express my desires only for them to be crushed by reality once again. I took a deep breath, trying (and failing) to maintain my composure.

“I better let you get back to running your froyo shop then,” I said, standing up from my seat.

Kamiko smiled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with an unmistakable challenge. “Well,” she replied, sauntering over towards me, “since I’m in charge here, I can close up any time I want.”

My pulse raced at her boldness. “And when might that be?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She leaned closer, her breath tickling my ear. “How about…now?” she purred softly.

Before I could even process what was happening, Kamiko grabbed my hand and led me towards the table where she’d been serving customers earlier. With a wicked grin, she turned off the lights and closed the blinds to the store, plunging us into darkness.

“So,” she whispered seductively in my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine, “are you ready to explore these resemblances further?”

As Kamiko’s words hung in the air, desire coursed through my veins like an electric current. For once, I found myself standing at the precipice of fulfillment after so many years of tease — and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away.

As I stood there in the darkness, anticipation coursed through my veins. “At last, the moment had come,” I thought to myself. After so much fantasizing about hot Asian students like Linda and Thuy, with their exotic allure that had always tantalized me from afar, I was finally going to experience the forbidden fruit for myself. Kamiko was mine – my former student – and I was determined to make the most of it.

As Kamiko stepped closer, I could feel the heat emanating from her body. She undid the top button of her uniform, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage as she began to toy with it suggestively. My heart raced as I watched her fingers glide up and down the buttons, exposing more and more of her delicate skin.

Inch by inch, she pulled off her apron, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud. She stood before me now in just her lacy white bra and matching panties, her body glistening with anticipation. I moved closer, unable to resist the pull of her intoxicating scent and the sight of her pert nipples pressing against the fabric of her bra.

Slowly, I reached out and brushed my fingertips against the soft fabric covering her breasts, feeling them gently push back against my touch. Her areolae darkened under my touch, signaling her arousal as I teased her sensitized skin.

“Mr. Rivers,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, “Are you finally ready to taste this yummy treat?” she asked, arching her back seductively.

Laughing softly, I leaned in to capture one of her hardened nipples between my lips, feeling it stiffen even more as I began to suckle gently. At the same time, I slipped one hand down to cup her soft buttocks through her panties, massaging them tenderly as I worked my way towards her wet pussy.

With a soft moan, Kamiko threw her head back, allowing me full access to her breasts. My tongue danced around her nipple, teasing and taunting it as I explored every inch of her sensitive skin. Meanwhile, my hand reached its target – her soaking wet pussy – and slowly began to work its way inside of her.

There, in the darkened froyo shop where she had been serving customers just an hour

ago, we explored each other’s bodies with reckless abandon. The kawaii decor and the sweet smell of frozen yogurt made a vibrant contrast to our crazed passion.

I shifted Kamiko so she was laying on a table that still had cups and spoons from customers earlier. “This is so naughty,” she giggled.

I couldn’t agree more. She raised her legs then spread them wide open, giving me full access to her tight pussy. “I guess I’m your favorite flavor tonight,” she joked, making me laugh as I started tapping her clit with the tip of my cock.

Finally, I could feel the head of my cock pushing against her entrance, teasing her as I slowly began to penetrate her tight, warm flesh. Young Asian pussy

was everything I had imagined it would be – hot, wet, and unbelievably tight. As I slowly began to thrust in and out of her, I could feel her body gripping mine, urging me to go deeper, faster.

Sighing deeply, I whispered, “You’re such a dirty girl.” Leaning forward, I captured her mouth in a fierce kiss as I began to move inside of her — fast and hard. Every time she cried out or moaned, it only fueled my lust further. And when she begged me to “fuck her brains out”, there was no holding back. At last, my Asian fantasy was coming true.

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the shop as I pounded into her, feeling her pussy walls clench around me with each thrust. Her tits bounced wildly with every movement, jiggling enticingly as I lost myself in the rhythm of our passion. Kamiko’s face was flushed with pleasure, her eyes half-closed as she arched her back to meet each powerful stroke.

“We’re not done yet,” I growled, pulling out of her briefly before slamming back in again. This time, I felt something give way deep inside of her — her orgasm. She cried out, her body shuddering under mine as she came hard around my cock. There it was, an honest to god orgasm from a real life Asian girl. I couldn’t believe it.

As her shuddering subsided, she wasn’t ready to stop. “More, Mr. Rivers,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”

“I’m gonna fuck you from behind,” I warned her, positioning myself behind her. “And when I cum, it’s going to feel like yogurt splattering all over your pretty little ass.”

With that, I slammed into her from behind, tearing into her pussy with brutal force.

“Yeah, fuck me!” she moaned, arching her back and pushing back against me. “I want it all!” Just like the good student I knew her to be, she was eager to please. Her cute ass jiggled with each powerful thrust, begging for more.

All the innocence and purity I had seen in her before was gone now. In its place was raw sexuality, unbridled passion. And as I felt my cock throbbing inside of her, ready to release its load, Kamiko whispered one last thing: “Yum…nice lesson Mr. Rivers.”

That drove me over the edge. With a primal roar, my orgasm overtook me. Just like I promised, I pulled out and splatteredher perfect little ass with hot, thick cum. It oozed down her ass cheeks, dripped from her pussy lips, and covered her thighs in a sticky mess.

“Yeah,” I panted, “that’s what you get for being such a good student.”

Kamiko turned around, grinning ear to ear, looking back at me with a mixture of lust and pride. “Well, I guess this lesson was worth waiting for,” she said, licking her lips. “And I thought I made the best yogurt in town.”

The shop was suddenly silent, save for the sound of our heavy breathing. Then, we both burst out laughing — the kind of laughter that comes from deep within your soul after experiencing the most intense pleasure imaginable.

At the shop door, there was a knock. “Are you open?” someone asked tentatively while peeking inside. We both froze, suddenly realizing what we had done. The yogurt shop was a mess, and there was cum splattered everywhere. But all we could do was look at each other and laugh again.

I won’t tell you how we cleaned up the mess or what happened after that. Let’s just say that our relationship took on a whole new dimension. My Asian lust was finally satisfied, and Kamiko proved to be more than a former student – she was my perfect partner in crime. And as for the yogurt shop, well, it became a lot more interesting after that.