A Changing Room Affair

Andrew pulled away from the main road and took the turn that led to his small gated community, and he could feel the weight of yet another hard day taking its toll on him.

Final exams were on the horizon, and Andrew had completely lost track of the amount of time he had sunk into his weekend studies, which wasn't helped in the least by his part-time job at his uncle's auto repair shop. As the weeks dragged along, his workload only continued to accumulate, reaching a point where he had nothing in the way of free time to unwind. With his thoughts all focused on his bed, Andrew drove up to the gates that separated his neighborhood from the rest of civilisation, offering its sole guard a weary smile as he rolled down the window of his decrepit Chevy Citation.

"Afternoon, Gus," Andrew greeted the older man sitting in the brick-built guard house. "Quiet day?"

"Is there ever a busy one? It's Saturday, the streets are practically dead," Gus chuckled, setting his newspaper down on the table that hosted a plethora of small monitors. "What about you? You look like you've been through the wars."

"It feels like it. I spent most of the morning trying to help Uncle Daniel to fix the suspension of an old Buick. You won't believe how difficult it was to try and convince the owner that there was more rust on that thing than metal, but he wouldn't listen," Andrew sank back into the worn leather seat, resisting the urge to close his eyes, uncertain if he would be able to get them to open again.

"I hear ya," Gus hit a switch and opened the gate, urging Andrew to proceed with a wave. "Go get some shut eye, that's how I usually pass the time here."

"Are you saying that you take naps while on duty?" Andrew raised an eyebrow.

"I prefer to think of it as re-energizing," Gus grinned wryly, turning his newspaper to read the sports pages. "Probably best not to mention that to anyone."

"I won't tell a soul." Andrew drew his fingers across his lips and drove on.

His home was located in one of the three cul-de-sacs that rounded off the trident-like shape of his neighborhood. It looked more or less the same as the homes that flanked it, only standing out thanks to the mint green paint that covered the wooden panels that covered its facade. It wasn't overly large, but the large front yard and overall build quality made it quite obvious why it had carried a reasonably large price tag.

Andrew slowed down and came to a stop on the driveway, and both of his parents' cars were noticeably absent. That didn't surprise him; they were partners at the law firm his great-grandfather had established almost a full century ago, and they were habitual workaholics. For them both to be at work on a Saturday, Andrew knew that they must have been buried by their latest case.

Hopping out of his car, Andrew made the short walk towards the front door, feeling his footsteps growing heavier and heavier as fatigue set in. He came within feet of the porch, rattling his keys as he searched for the one that would unlock the door. A backfire caused him to jump out of his skin, forcing him to twist around to search for the source.

On the driveway to the right of his, Andrew found a newish, high-end lime-green BMW parked up with its hood fully raised. Black smoke billowed from the exhaust, and a frustrated sigh joined the sound of pistons rattling to a stop. Andrew took a few steps to the side and found his neighbor bent over the hood. All thoughts of sleep were promptly shoved to one side.

Aya Watanabe had been James's neighbor for the better part of a decade. She purchased her home not too long after she made her move to Chicago from Kobe, opting to get settled in quickly rather than wait for an apartment to become available in the city. It was a strange decision for a woman who lived alone for most of the year, especially when she left it vacant to visit her adult children back in Japan during the summer months. Andrew understood that she came from generational wealth, but she simply preferred the peace and quiet of living in an isolated community rather than having to suffer the chaos that came with city living.

Aya was Andrew's longest crush, a result of his hormones kicking in at the exact moment he first laid eyes on her when she stepped out of a moving van wearing Daisy Dukes, a red flannel shirt, a white Cattleman hat and cork wedge heels. It left a lasting impression on him. Even a decade later he still couldn't get the image of the Japanese beauty wearing what she considered typical American fashion out of his head.

She quickly became friends with his mom, forming a strong bond that flourished in spite of her at-the-time limited mastery of the English language. It wasn't unusual for Andrew to return home and find Aya and his mom sitting at the kitchen table, gossiping away about the neighbors. Aya was an affectionate woman, always willing to dote on the kids of the neighborhood, using her own money to host the closest a gated community could get to a block party. She could be a little ditzy at times, which could easily be explained away by her wealth. It insulated her from the normal world, while allowing her eccentricities to flourish.

Years of on-again and off-again relationships and high school crushes did little to stifle his desire for Aya. Standing on the driveway, he felt compelled to take advantage of such an incredible opportunity. Despite only hovering at barely five-feet tall, Aya's legs appeared deceptively long, partly due to her preference for incredibly short miniskirts. She typically wore leg-lengthening heels to make up for her shorter stature, but Andrew noticed that she opted to don a pair of plain, shiny black flats to compliment her violet mini-dress.

Aya rose onto her toes, thrusting out her heart-shaped rear as she bent over at a 90° angle, shimmying as she searched for the cause of the BMW's sudden uncooperative behavior. The sound of grinding gears finally caused Andrew to bring his staring to an end, sending him charging over to Aya before she ended up unintentionally harming herself.

"Is there something wrong with your car, Ms. Watanabe?"

"Chikushou!"

Andrew winced when the unexpected sound of his voice caused Aya to lift her head too quickly, banging it against the inside of the hood as she straightened. "God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get the jump on you."

"My fault. I wasn't paying much attention to the world around me," Aya rubbed the back of her head, sporting a radiant smile when she saw Andrew standing with a concerned look on his face. "I suppose could that I deserved it, it'll teach me for meddling with things that I don't fully understand. It's good to see you, Andy. You've been a stranger recently."

"Between college prep and working on busted cars all day, I don't get much time to myself these days," Andrew shrugged.

"Tough times for a man of your age," Aya looked down at the engine, shaking her head in frustration. "I know there's a problem somewhere, but these modern cars may as well be spaceships. I can't make heads or tails of it."

"Want me to take a look at it?" Andrew offered.

He wasn't sure what compelled him to make such an offer, he didn't know the first thing about engines. The last time he attempted to work on one, he ended up flooding the shop with a cloud of smoke that took almost a half hour to clear. Needless to say, his uncle became rather reluctant to let him go under the hood of any car that came into the shop after that.

"Would you?" Aya's brown eyes lit up. She tidied up her shoulder-length jet-black hair and gave her feathery bangs a quick brush, making herself presentable after spending twenty minutes stuffed in the engine bay. "Only if you can spare the time, Andy. You look exhausted."

"I'll always have time for you, Ms. Watanabe," Andrew gave her his smoothest smile.

"You're a man now, Andy. From now on, I insist that you call me Aya," the older woman informed him, her cute button nose wrinkled as she smiled gratefully at her knight in shining armour.

"Alright then... Aya." Andrew crouched and appraised the state of the engine. A lack of technical knowledge didn't prevent him from realising that there was something terribly wrong with what he was seeing. "Er, where exactly did you get this from?"

"A dealership just out of town," Aya replied, eyebrows knitted in concern. "Why?"

"It wasn't called 'Deals-4-Wheels,' was it?" James asked. "With a big inflatable tube-man flailing around on the roof of the showroom?"

"Ye-e-es," Aya gave him a hesitant, prolonged answer. "I have a feeling that you're going to tell me that I made a big mistake."

"Yeah, big," Andrew said. The dealership was infamous for selling automobiles that were borderline death-traps, fixing up cars just enough to make them road-worthy before selling them on to unsuspecting customers. "Why did you even buy it? You could have gotten a brand-new one for a few thousand more than this."

"I would like to tell you that I based my decision on a very thorough inspection of the vehicle," Aya gave the front panel a stroke, "but I really liked the color. Now I feel stupid."

"Don't. We haven't gone a single week without having one of these cars towed into the shop. Uncle Daniel has made almost a dozen complaints to the city about those scam artists, but they always tell him that they're investigating the case. Then they put the phone down and and it's radio silence after that," Andrew took a long step back and wisely shut the hood. "If you want my advice, you should sell it for scrap value, because I highly doubt that you'll ever get your money back."

"There go my plans for the day," Aya dropped her head, muttering another expletive in her native tongue, cursing herself for being so easily suckered by the huckster of a salesman. "I have half a mind to head down there and give them a slice of my mind."

"A piece of your mind. And I really wouldn't do that, I've heard that those guys have connections to some, shall we say, unsavoury characters. The sort of men you see standing in dark alleys cracking their knuckles," Andrew could tell that Aya was disappointed with his diagnosis. "What were you planning on doing?"

"I intended to visit the mall and shop around for a new outfit. There's a big conference taking place next week in Kyoto. Some of the world's biggest real estate agencies are all going to be there. Officially, it's an awards show. But everyone knows that it's really just a way for the big firms to get together and make deals under the table. This is the first time that I've ever been invited... somehow. I wanted to dress to impress," Aya narrowed her eyes and glared at the wayward vehicle. "But it seems like I'll have to make do with what I already have in my wardrobe."

"I could take you there," Andrew suggested. Aya's agency was established purely as a hobby for her, it was a good way for her to meet new people and keep herself busy. In spite of its inherent lack of importance, Aya clearly loved it, that much was made clear whenever he caught bits and pieces of her conversations with his mom, letting him hear the elation in her voice whenever she brought up her most recent sales. He wanted to help her, Andrew just wasn't sure if his intentions were entirely innocent. "It's only an hour's drive, even less if the roads are clear."

"Oh Andy, I couldn't ask you to put yourself out like that," Aya brought a hand to Andrew's cheek, brushing her thumb beneath the dark circle under his eye. "Look at you, all worn out. You need to get some sleep."

"I've still got some juice left in the batteries," Andrew informed her, which wasn't strictly true. His eyelids were heavy and he had put the radio in his car on full blast to keep himself from dropping off. But being so close to the woman he fantasized about more than any other ignited a fire in him. For Aya, he was willing to suffer for a while longer. "Plus, it'll beat being stuck at home all by myself."

"Are you sure that thing will make the journey?" Aya leaned on one leg and looked past Andrew, examining his Citation from afar. "I don't mean for this to sound rude, but it looks awfully... rustic."

"She ain't pretty, but she's as solid as a rock. Most of the time," Andrew gave an earnest reply, which appeared to have the desired effect when Aya smiled up at him. "Also, it has leather seats."

"Oooh, fancy," Aya laughed, nudging Andrew's arm. "Alright then, we can have ourselves a nice day out. Just the two of us."

Andrew led the way back to his car, putting on a gentlemanly display by rushing over to the passenger's side to open the door for Aya, which conveiently hid that it took a few hard tugs of the handle to unlock it. Jumping in next to her, Andrew reversed out and drove back towards the large black gates, giving Gus a quick wave as he rolled past the gate house.

The morning started off with blazing sunlight and temperatures that reached unbearable levels. But the afternoon proved to be more tolerable, dark clouds appeared on the horizon as Andrew shot down the highway, bringing with them a light rainfall that drastically brought down the temperature. Without a functioning radio, Andrew instead listened to the gentle pattering of rain droplets on the windshield, along with the squeaking of the wiper blades.

He attempted to strike up a conversation with Aya, stopping when he found himself becoming tongue-tied. It was an odd experience for him, he was usually quite confident when it came to talking to women, even flirtation came easy to him. There was just something about Aya Watanabe that always threw him off balance. Whether it was her infectious charm or her undeniable good looks, Andrew found it impossible to talk to her without tripping over his words. He was at least thankful that Aya was far more interested in her exploration of the interior of his Citation, admiring the best amenities that the 80s automotive industry had to offer.

They arrived at the Sunny Valleys shopping mall within the hour, which was a record as far as Andrew was concerned. Fortunately for the pair, the sudden change in weather appeared to have scared off most of the would-be shoppers, enabling Andrew to find a space close to the gaping front entrance. Making the short walk to the massive, diamond-shaped entranceway, the pair sauntered through the foyer and strolled across the gleaming white floor.

Aya showed more interest in the modern interior of the gargantuan mall, astonished by the geometric shapes of the roof and upper walkways. The mall was only a year old and its expense was clear for all to see. The planning authorities wanted a structure that was more of a statement piece than a truly functioning commercial hub, it was a goal they achieved by some margin. It was beautiful to look at, a terrible pain to navigate around without the aid of the digital maps.

Within minutes of entering the mall, Aya grabbed Andrew by the hand and pulled him in the direction of one of the half-dozen designer shoe stores that occupied the mall. What followed was twenty minutes of Aya trying on every pair of heels that caught her attention, and that happened to be almost every pair that was on display. When the first store didn't produce anything she felt compelled to purchase, she tried the next one, and the next after that.

Time became a blur as Aya fluttered from one store to the next, leaving behind a number of exasperated sales assistants. It was only when they visited the Jimmy Choo boutique that Aya found the perfect shoes, a pair of five-inch copper stilettos with decorative silver straps that ran across her toes and around her ankles. Andrew couldn't believe that she could walk around in such vertiginous footwear without rolling an ankle, but her poise was beyond perfect. In fact, she adored them so much that she paid the eye-watering fee and strutted right out of the store wearing them.

Andrew didn't think anyone could blame him for letting his gaze drop to her shapely legs, entranced by the sway her hips had developed. Moreover, he quickly noticed that he wasn't alone in his ogling. Wherever she went, Aya drew a fair amount of attention from the men she passed, and a few went as far as craning their necks to get a better look at her. One was so enthralled by her that he only dragged his eyes away from her when his girlfriend hit him with her tote bag.

Aya seemed to be completely unaware of the fan club she had developed, her attention was aimed primarily at the dozens of clothing stores that were situated on all three levels of the sprawling mall. Instinctively, Andrew's hand slipped into Aya's, and she responded by giving him a fond squeeze as they linked fingers and mounted the escalator. Pride bloomed in his chest with each pair of eyes he caught staring at his neighbor, along with the envy that came when they landed on their connected hands.

Aya had only turned forty the month prior, an occasion she marked with one of her most extravagant parties to date. Most women Andrew knew skipped their fortieth birthday entirely, or fudge the numbers and celebrate their thirty-ninth for a second time in a row and hoped no-one would notice or call them out on it. Aya, on the other hand, felt no need to hide it. Mainly because -- much to the annoyance of her female friends -- she appeared to have ceased to age by the time she hit thirty.

Of course, she still possessed an air of maturity, and she didn't feel self-conscious in the least as she navigated the massive halls of the mall in her staggeringly tall heels, emitting sharp clicks and clacks with every step. Her bubbly demeanour always shone through. It stroked Andrew's ego immensely to be seen with Aya, the obvious age-gap made it all the more amusing when he could see some of the envious men questioning how he snagged her. He didn't know any of them, so he didn't feel compelled to set the record straight.

Out of nowhere, Aya let out a giddy squeal and hauled Andrew over to The Scene, a store that only catered for the most sophisticated of female clients, boasting a fantastic range of designer dresses, gowns, and lingerie. Andrew had to chuckle at the motto beneath the logo: 'Fulfilling Your Desires; In The Ballroom And Bedroom Alike'.

From what he could see from outside, it made good on its promise, and its bespoke storefront gave Andrew the sense that he was in for the long haul.

His prediction turned out to be right. Aya dedicated an entire hour to her search for the right garment, sweeping in and out of the changing room like a cuckoo clock. Andrew was left to sit on the leather padded bench that was set aside specifically for the husbands and boyfriends who were left waiting for their partners, along with a stack of magazines to help pass the time. Next to the bench was a raised mini-catwalk that stood between a trio of floor-to-ceiling mirrors, ideal for a woman who not only wanted to see how she appeared while wearing her desired ensemble, but how she looked in motion.

"Care for another drink?"

"Hmm? Oh, no thanks. There's only so many cups of coffee you can have before you start bouncing off the walls," Andrew raised his head and found Roxanne standing beside the catwalk, the sales assistant responsible for helping Aya to hunt down the dress. She was shy of fifty, but like Aya she had a youthful flair that took almost a decade off of her true age.

"I know exactly what you mean. But it keeps the blood flowing," Roxanne smoothed down her fashionable red blouse and adjusted her black blazer. "Your girlfriend is quite a woman. Cute as a button, with a body to die for."

"Girlfri-" Andrew cut himself off, deciding to keep his little charade going. "Yeah, she's one of a kind."

"We're used to seeing older guys bringing their sugar babies in here for dress fittings. Usually, it's business moguls and extremely wealthy lawyers looking to get their girlfriends and mistresses all prettied-up for important events." Roxanne gave Andrew her biggest, most flirtatious smile. "It's nice to see the opposite for once. God, what I wouldn't give to have an attractive younger man waiting around for me whilst I'm trying on new outfits. Alas, a woman can only dream."

"Speaking of outfits, do you reckon Aya is any closer to finding what she wants?" Andrew flicked his eyes over to the stack of dresses resting on the glossy white table to his right, all tried and rejected by his picky neighbor. "It feels like she's tried on most of your inventory at this point."

"I wouldn't worry about that, I have a good feeling that we've uncovered the showstopper," Roxanne reassured him, giving her watch a brief check. "She also has something special in store for you. A reward for your incredible patience."

"A reward?" Andrew blinked. "What is it? Because I don't think you have anything in my size."

"You'd be amazed," Roxxane clucked her tongue, adopting an expression that bordered on suggestive. "I can't tell you what it is, you'll have to find out for yourself. Although, I can say that you will thoroughly enjoy it. Ah, it looks like she's ready."

Andrew dropped his empty paper coffee cup into the nearby waste basket and drifted his gaze over to the red silk curtains framing the arched doorway at the opposite end of the platform. The sound of pencil-thin heels connecting with the perspex floor announced Aya's arrival, growing louder as she neared. Making her appearance at the mouth of the catwalk, Andrew experienced the unmistakable sensation of butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

A silk, emerald gown adorned the sumptuous body of the Japanese woman. It had a bandage style, creating the illusion of endless lengths of ribbons winding their way around her body, clinging to every curve like a tailored glove, encasing her legs so tightly that Andrew had to wonder if it was even possible for Aya to move her legs. Gold floral patterns were woven into the fabric, accentuated by piping that ran along the outer edges of the individual layers. It had a low neckline, leaving her décolletage on full display, showing only the most tasteful hint of her cleavage.

As if it wasn't captivating enough, her waist was tightened with a thick gold ribbon that emulated the design of an Obi, fastened at the back in a neat bow. Two hours had gone into Aya's hunt for excellence. As far as Andrew was concerned, it was all worth it to behold the achingly beautiful woman in all her glory.

"Wow." Was all Andrew could muster.

"See? It takes a while to get it right, but it's all worth it in the end," Roxanne crossed her arms and followed Aya as she walked along the platform, cautiously observing the skirt to ensure that she could stride with restricted leg space. "What do you think, Ms. Watanabe?"

"Andy said it better than I ever could," Aya breathed reverently as she stared at her reflection, equally as floored by her appearance as Andrew. "Wow."

"How about movement? You don't feel too restricted? No pinching? Enough room in the chest area to breathe?" Roxanne perched herself on the edge of the platform and spread the hem of the skirt. The gown flared out like a bell as it reached the hem, designed in a way to make its wearer appear taller than she actually was. "We can always make changes where you see fit, our tailors have the quickest hands in the state. It'll be ready exactly when you need it."

"No, it's perfect," Aya confirmed, twisting on her legs to look at her profile, stroking her hand along her rear. "It feels like it was made for me."

"It looks like it, too," Roxanne climbed onto the platform and stretched out her tape measure, satisfied that everything was as snug as it could be. She leaned over and brought her lips close to Aya's ear, close enough for Andrew to hear her. "What about the other thing? Comfortable?"

Aya blushed, turning her head towards the mirror on her right, locking onto the reflection of Andrew's smitten face. "Yes."

"Then we have our winner," Roxanne clapped her hands triumphantly and jumped off the platform, gathering up the garments that failed to make the cut. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be busy putting these back in their rightful places."

"Thank you, Roxanne," Aya extended her hand out to Andrew. "Would you mind helping me back to the changing room, Andy? I still need to build up enough confidence to walk around whilst wearing this."

"Sure," Andrew came to his senses and stood up, taking Aya by the hand.

"And Ms. Watanabe?" Roxanne slid her hand under the pile and hoisted them up.

"Yes?" Aya carefully rotated and began to make her way back down the catwalk.

"The changing rooms lock from the inside," Roxanne tapped her nose, flashing an enigmatic wink at a bemused Andrew.

Andrew gradually guided Aya down the trio of steps at the end of the platform, never moving more than a foot away from her as he helped her along. Reaching a red lacquered door tucked away at the rear of the store -- well out of view from the showroom -- Andrew finally released Aya's hand and watched as she entered the changing room, taking a final look at the sight he prayed he would never forget.

The door closed over and he was again left to his own devices, unable to do anything other than pace around and wait for his neighbor to reappear. Again, time slowly ticked away as he waited. Fortunately, he wasn't left waiting long before the door opened just enough for Aya to poke her head through the gap.

"Andy, I hate to be a bother, but could you give me a hand with something? This gown is proving to be harder to get off than it was to put on," Aya said, sheepishly.

"Are you sure?" Andrew asked, convincing himself that the whole affair was a very vivid dream.

"Please?" Aya urged him, with an expression he couldn't say no to.

"Sure thing," Andrew answered.

Wandering inside, Andrew locked the door at Aya's behest. She stopped in front of a circular mirror and turned to face Andrew, uncertainty was etched on her face. For the first time ever, Andrew found Aya lacking her typically aloof confidence, as if she was in the process of deliberating over a life-changing decision.

"What did you need help with?" Andrew inquired, ready to aid in any way he could.

"Giving you your reward."

Aya pulled on one end of the sash that encircled her waist. The bow fell apart, triggering a domino effect that caused the rest of the gown to loosen and cascade down her body, gathering at her feet. Once the gown was disposed of, there was nothing left to hide Aya's svelte body, which was only attired in an undoubtedly expensive set of black lingerie. A garter belt suspended the dark stockings that shrouded her defined legs, which contrasted with the stilettos that elevated almost up to Andrew's eye level. A minute of utter silence followed the reveal, Andrew didn't even dare to breathe.

"Am I dreaming?" Andrew blurted out the question, operating on autopilot. His hand reached for the nearest object, which happened to be the backrest of a white vinyl armchair positioned in the corner of the room. His fingers compressed the material, so much so that his hand turned bone-white.

"No, this is real," Aya confirmed, lifting her feet away from her gown, doing so in a way that didn't damage the delicate material. "You look surprised."

"Was it that obvious?" Andrew laughed faintly, still locked in place. "Why... y'know?"

"Why am I dressed like this?" Aya asked, waiting for Andrew's slow nod to arrive. When it did, her lips curled upwards at the corners, forming a smile that made the younger man's heart thump powerfully in his chest. "Because you had to traipse after me for the last two hours, putting up with my pickiness for far longer than any man your age would be able to tolerate. Not once did you complain, nor did you grumble. Patience is a hard thing to find in this fast-paced world we live in."

"Just being a good neighbor," Andrew said, as if his motivations were in any way innocent.

"I know that you all think that I can be an airhead at times, but you would be shocked by how perceptive I can be," Aya placed her hands on her hips, giggling at Andrew's inability to move any part of his body. The shock was still yet to wear off. "You've been infatuated with me for years. When you were younger, you could hardly say more than a few words to me without running away."

"I remember that," Andrew gulped, thrown back to a memory he tried so hard to suppress.

"But you're not that boy anymore." Aya sauntered up to Andrew, tilting her head as they locked eyes. "You've become a man. And a handsome one, too."

"Have I?" Andrew swallowed, breathing in the scent of Aya's blossom perfume. Everything about her was divine.

"Mmm," Aya hummed. "Handsome, polite, and patient. What else could a woman ask for? Would you like to kiss me?"

"Kiss?" Andrew croaked out the word. "W-What about Roxanne?"

"Roxanne believes that we're currently in the process of expressing our raw, sexual desire for one another. Why else do you think she recommended this lingerie?" Aya stood on her toes and brought her soft lips less than an inch from Andrew's. "Everyone around here seems to believe that you're my boy toy. So we might as well make it official. Kiss me, Andy."

Andrew hesitated, trying to bring some order to the thousands of thoughts that were rushing around his mind all at once. It was a massive risk. Not only was there the chance of someone discovering them, he also had to consider the long-term impact of doing anything with his neighbor, a woman he admired for so long. However, the feeling of Aya's lips grazing his caused his mind to go blank. Before he knew it, Andrew was returning the kiss Aya gave him, meeting her lips without delay.

Things progressed from there at an incredible speed, Andrew eventually found the determination needed to push his tongue past Aya's white teeth. Once their tongues met, a spark unlike any other sent the couple into a state of frenzy. They kissed each other hard and fast, exchanging copious amounts of saliva, caressing their bodies with their wandering hands. Aya displayed an unexpected level of control, gripping the collar of Andrew's shirt to pull him around, bringing him in line with the armchair. Carefully, she coaxed him down, leaning over as he settled into the vinyl padding.

"Do you still want to stop?" Aya questioned Andrew, who was still too swept up in a state of shock to sufficiently respond. "No? Then let's get started."

Aya rubbed Andrew's thighs and made a slow descent, bringing herself low enough to crouch on her heels. She spread his legs apart and shuffled into the gap, pinching the brass fly of his jeans. Yanking the zipper down, Aya loosened his jeans and dropped them down his legs, gasping when his erect cock came into view.

"Incredible," Aya caught the thick cock and squeezed it, watching as beads of cum bubbled to the surface. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, smearing pre-cum across every inch of it, only stopping when her fingers could move without encountering any friction. "What a man you've become, Andy. Tell me, have any of the girls that you've been intimate with done this?"

"Done wha-" Andrew slammed back into the chair, convulsing when Aya brought her lips to his fleshy dome and swirled her tongue around enthusiastically, swallowing the first three inches of his manhood. "No! T-They -- hnnnf -- didn't think they could do it."

"They felt intimidated. If I were eighteen again, I'd probably share their concern. But that's the benefit of being with a woman with some experience, she knows how to do this."

Aya threw her head down and fully sheathed Andrew's organ, burying her head in his lap, taking his cock into the depths of her durable throat. She clutched Andrew's knees and held him down when the unexpected move threatened to make Andrew jump up. She kept herself steady as she extracted his length from her mouth, then immediately forced her head all the way back down. Repeating the motion over and over, Aya developed a familiarity with Andrew's manhood, which provided her with the ability to bob her head without any obstructions.

Wet smacks filled the changing room as she sucked her young lover with vigour, becoming louder as her pace increased. Aya's eyes shot up and found Andrew's, she wanted to make sure that he watched as she worked her talented lips along his pole. Even as the thick cock plunged in and out of her gullet, blocking her air passage, Aya didn't show any signs of struggle. Awe was plain to see on Andrew's red face, combined with a sliver of disbelief. Never could he have believed that he would ever live out his oldest fantasy, nor could he have ever anticipated how erotic it would be to observe her throat bulging to fit his organ.

Aya's hands found their way to the back of Andrew's thighs, allowing her to dictate the tempo of his thrusts. She swept a few loose locks of black hair behind her ears to shield them from any stray droplets of saliva, and any other fluids that might have made a premature appearance. A sloppy blowjob was one thing, but ruining the result of a $200 trip to the stylist was out of the question. A sheen of saliva dripped down Andrew's member, building a small puddle around his groin.

"God, Aya. I didn't know you were so... proficient."

Andrew exhaled, tossing his head back, subjected to unimaginable pleasure. It was an honest statement, Andrew only knew of a couple of occasions where he had witnessed Aya returning home with a date late at night. For obvious reasons, he didn't mention that he only possessed that information because he had a tendency to spy on her back when his hormones were at their worst. A handful of encounters over the course of a decade didn't exactly explain where Aya's skills came from.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," Aya purred, kissing Andrew's swollen testicles. "I intend to rectify that today."

"I look forward to it," Andrew rolled his hips, thrusting slightly to slide his cock across her tongue, emboldened by her lack of restraint. His vision became fuzzy and his fingers sank into the soft vinyl. Just when he detected the first signs of his climax, Aya released his cock and stood up. "W-What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Aya gave Andrew a coy look. Hooking the straps of her thong with her thumbs, Aya shuffled the garment down her thighs and away from her legs entirely, revealing her hot, dripping pussy to Andrew. Without being prompted to, Aya began to finger herself, moaning as her nectar rolled along her inner thighs. "Do you want me, Andrew?"

"We both know the answer to that," Andrew licked his lips, stroking his cock to keep it fully erect.

"Good boy!" Aya climbed onto Andrew's lap and kissed him hungrily, positioning her sex directly over his cock.

Andrew adjusted his angle and eased the tip through Aya's slit, spreading her labia apart as he entered her for the first time. Once more, he was taken aback by Aya's lack of restraint when she chose to drop onto his cock, nestling herself with a sultry moan. Her moaning only continued as they kissed and entwined tongues, giving Andrew permission to hold her tightly and commence his assault. He drove his cock in and out with long, precise strokes, undulating his hips around so that no area within Aya's silky hole were left untouched.

"I want you to give me everything, Andrew. Show me that you know how to put your cock to real use," Aya begged him, lifting her legs so she could plant her heeled-feet onto the cushion, bouncing on Andrew's cock of her own accord. "You've wanted this for so long."

"Longer than you know," Andrew wrapped his hands around her waist, putting his full strength behind his vicious thrusts, running kisses across her neck and collar bone.

Swinging his lower body as fast as physically possible, Andrew enjoyed the wonders of Aya's body to the fullest. Unfortunately, Andrew felt the tell-tale signs of an imminent climax, overcome by the tingling that developed into unstoppable throbs. He held Aya close as she endured an orgasm of her own, steadying her as wave after wave of explosive bursts drained her of any strength.

"I'm so close. God, I don't want to stop!" Andrew did what he could to hold back so he could keep the tide at bay, but there was only so much he could do. "What should I do?"

"You should cum inside me!" Aya cried, muffling her feminine mewling by burying her face in Andrew's chest.

"A-Are you sure?" Andrew needed to know that he hadn't misheard her. "Isn't that risky?"

"Everything about this is risky, Andy. One more thing on top of the rest won't hurt us," Aya crashed down decisively and remained in place, unwilling to budge until the inevitable happened. She stirred her hips and massaged Andrew's bulging cock with her tight walls, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. "Fill me up!"

"I'm cu...!" Andrew shut his mouth and hilted himself at the very moment of eruption, twitching harshly as he sprayed his cloudy seed into Aya's cervix, filling her with his steamy sperm. Squeezing the last drops out, Andrew fell back and heaved, gulping down oxygen in huge quantities. "T-That was wild."

"It was, you were like an animal towards the end," Aya laughed, resting herself against Andrew's chest as they recovered. "I bet you're glad that you agreed to take me shopping."

"Sincerely," Andrew held her close, staring at his reflection in the mirror, still not quite able to believe that he wasn't dreaming. But the proof was right there. "I'll tell you something. I'm really glad you bought that car."

"So am I," Aya shifted on her knees and slowly rose up, releasing Andrew's spent member from her silky crevice. She set her feet back down on the floor and retrieved her thong, pulling it back on to prevent any droplets of seed from dripping on the floor. "What are your plans for next week, Andy?"

"Huh?" Andrew blinked. He tidied himself up, but couldn't help but observe Aya as she slipped her dress on, hiding the sumptuous lingerie.

"Next week." Aya walked backwards, thanking Andrew when he took the hint and zipped her dress back up, tempted to pull her back and slide his cock into her wet sex once again. "Have you got anything going on?"

"Apart from helping my uncle out at his garage, not much," Andrew said.

"Good. So you can accompany me to Kyoto next week," Aya declared, scooping up the expensive gown, laying it across her forearm.

"Japan?" Andrew repeated. "With you?"

"The invitation allows for a plus-one. A fancy dress is all well and good, but I would much rather have a handsome, younger man by my side." Aya unlocked the door and opened it, grinning impishly at Andrew. "And don't tell me you're not interested. A chance to visit my family, exotic restaurants... a luxury hotel suite all to ourselves. I'd say that beats climbing under old and rusty cars all day in the baking heat. Will you come?"

"Yeah," Andrew smiled brightly, curious about what he had done to deserve a string of such good luck. "I'm not sure how I'm going to explain it to my mom, though."

"You let me worry about that." Aya planted another tender kiss on Andrew's lips, turning on her heel as she swept out of the room with new young lover close behind.

"I've never been to the out of the country before, I'm not sure if I'll be of much use to you if I have to spend most of the time asking you where we're going."

"Then it's a good thing that we'll be spending most of our time in bed then," Aya winked, carefully laying the gown on the checkout counter.

"Did I hear something about a bed?" Roxanne took the gown and covered it with a protective plastic wrapping, spotting the faint red prints of Aya's lips on Andrew's cheek. She scanned the gown and added the lingerie to the total, printing out the receipt when Aya swiped her card. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you make a cute couple."

"Do we?" Aya wrapped an arm around Andrew's, enjoying the role they were playing.

"Absolutely," Roxanne reached under the counter and grabbed a fresh pack of stockings, which she handed over to the Japanese woman. "These are on me. I have a feeling that the pair you've got on won't last long, these young studs can be quite reckless when you get them going."

"Thank you, Roxanne. You've been more than accommodating," Aya said, scanning her eyes up and down at Andrew. "Out of curiosity, do you know of any stores here that sell suits?"

Roxanne's eyes twinkled as she gave a blushing Andrew an appreciative look of her own. "You know, I think I do."