A Chance Encounter and an Unexpected Proposal

After work, I came home to find my room flooded...

"Anna! You finally came back! As I thought! The water pipe on the upper floor burst! We will arrange for repairs, cleaning, and replacement of furniture, so could you stay at a friend's house or your parents' house for a while?"

The landlord, who treats all tenants like her own children, was very kind. I felt bad for receiving such treatment, but with this level of flooding, all the furniture and appliances were ruined.

For now, I called my parents and had them take my off-season clothes. My seal and bankbook were still safe, and the landlord said she would keep my cooking utensils. I packed clothes, accessories, my phone charger, the seal, and the bankbook into a Boston bag and started looking for a place to stay.

Even though I have friends, their houses are not close, and it would be far from the office. My parents' house is in the countryside. I don't know how long it will take, but until I find a temporary weekly apartment, I wonder if I can stay at a cheap hotel...

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same, Mr. Smith..."

I ran into Mr. Smith in an area with many cheap hotels for students from the nearby university. I was surprised; I thought it was someone who looked like him, but it was actually him.

Mr. Smith is about 32 years old and the youngest manager in our company. He is single, has no partner, and is kind and reliable, making him very popular. He is the ideal boss.

"I take this shortcut to get home. But you, with all that luggage, are you preparing to move?"

"Not exactly moving. The water pipe on the upper floor burst, so I can't go home for a while. I'm thinking of staying at a cheap hotel until I find a weekly apartment."

"What about a friend's house?"

"It's far from the office. It's hard to ask colleagues. A cheap hotel where I can stay without meals is more comfortable..."

It's true that relying on colleagues would be the quickest solution. Many of them live relatively close to the office. But they either live with their parents, cohabit with their partners, or share rooms with friends, making it hard to ask.

"Hmm. Want to come to my place?"

"...Your place, Mr. Smith?"

"Yes. I don't live with my parents, I don't have a partner, and I have a guest futon. It's a 10-minute walk from the office."

"I feel bad taking advantage of your kindness..."

"I know your salary. You don't know how long it will take, right? Come to my place."

Unable to refuse his offer, I ended up staying at Mr. Smith's house.

"Is it okay if I don't do anything? I'll pay for food, and if possible, we can split the utility bills. I don't think I can pay half the rent, but if there's anything else I can do..."

"It's fine, you don't have to worry about it. If you insist, you can pay with your body."

"What?!"

"For now, how about watching a movie with me? I have a lot recorded."

When I sat quietly, he dimmed the lights and turned on the TV. The movie was a popular spy action series. I wondered if he liked this kind of thing. A love scene with an exotic-looking beauty started, and I felt uncomfortable and fidgeted.

Feeling his gaze, I looked up and our eyes met. I couldn't look away and stared back.

"If you want to stop, now is your only chance."

"It's okay to pay with my body, right?"

"Not like that. I don't want you to think I'm the kind of man who would take advantage of a woman I love."

Before I could question him, he kissed me. There was no hesitation in his eyes or the arms wrapped around his broad back.

I was pushed down onto the wide bed in the bedroom. His large hand stroked my skin from under my shirt.

"Ah, it's cold..."

Mr. Smith's hand was surprisingly cold, and I couldn't help but say it.

"You're just hot."

Without paying much attention, he said that and took off my clothes. He unhooked my bra with a snap, and his hand slipped inside the lifted cup.

He traced the shape, kneaded it as if lifting it, and I let out a broken voice. He removed the bra that was half-hanging and kissed the pointed tip. He licked around it and lightly grazed it, making my nipple tingle. His long index finger brushed the other nipple.

"Ah, ah..."

As if on cue, he sucked strongly, and my hips trembled. Without stopping his tongue's caress, he pulled down my skirt along with my stockings. I felt the honey slowly oozing out and squeezed my legs together.
He moved his mouth away from my nipple and kissed my forehead.

"Relax."

His voice seeped into my eardrums, and I gradually relaxed. He kissed my eyelids and spread my knees. He sucked on my inner thigh, leaving a red mark. The thought of remembering today every time I saw that mark made my heart race.

He stroked the crotch part that was starting to soak with honey, and the frustrating stimulation through the fabric made my hips move slightly. Immediately, his finger slipped in from the side of the crotch and stroked directly, and a high-pitched wet sound pierced my ears.

"Ah, no, ah, ah..."

Embarrassed, I shook my head. His finger became bolder, repeatedly tracing the slit, and when his wet fingertip grazed my clit, I felt the honey overflow.

"For someone who says no, you're really wet. You're more stubborn than you look, but I'll melt you until you're a puddle."

"Ah, ah, it's rubbing..."

My underwear, which was almost useless, was removed from my legs, and his tongue slid along the slit.

"Ah!"

I let out a high-pitched voice at the sudden stimulation. He sucked strongly on the overflowing honey, rubbed my clit with his fingers, and gently bit it with his lips, overwhelming me with pleasure. He rolled my clit with his tongue, and the honey dripped down to my butt. The finger that had been thoroughly soaked with honey now moved in and out of the shallow entrance, as if to stop the endless flow of honey.

"Ah, ah..."

As I exhaled, his finger slipped in. I accepted his long finger surprisingly easily, and my insides contracted tightly. When he bent his finger inside, it rubbed a good spot, and I let out a particularly high-pitched sound.
As if he had found his target, he rubbed that spot repeatedly, and my back arched.

"Ah, no, if you do that, I'll... I'll come!"

"Anna, do you want to come from having your clit sucked or from my finger?"

"Ah, both!"

"You're greedy."

Mr. Smith chuckled and increased his fingers to three at once. He rubbed the good spot he had just found and other places separately, licked my clit with his tongue, and sucked it gently. The pleasure ran through my spine.

"I'm coming!"

Not knowing if I was flying or falling, the unique pleasure of climax filled my body. As the intense pleasure made me dizzy, he pulled out his fingers, and a gush of liquid squirted out.

"Ah..."

Unable to stop trembling, he wiped away the tears that had spilled from my eyes. He took off his shirt with a rustle, and Mr. Smith, breathing heavily, was slightly sweaty. As he kissed my body, I heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled.

Seeing his erect member, I unconsciously gulped. The mix of anticipation and a little fear turned into excitement.

"I'm going to put it in."

His member, covered with a condom, rubbed against the entrance, which was now soft and wet with honey, and entered. Just like with his fingers, I accepted it easily, inviting it deeper and deeper. Feeling my uterus, which had learned the pleasure, descend, my hips trembled slightly.

"Ah, ah..."

"You're too tight. You're hot and wet. It feels like you'll come soon..."

He started moving slowly, and my insides tightened even more. The slow rhythm gradually turned into a fierce one. He thrust into the deepest part, and my back arched.

"Ah, ah, it feels so good!"

"Is this your first time being stimulated like this? You're tightening even more than before."

Being stimulated in a sensitive spot that had never been touched before, my insides tightened even more, clinging and not wanting to let go.
The deeper pleasure than the previous climax made my head tingle.

"I'm going to come again! No, I can't! I'm coming!"

"Anna, Anna!"

With his intense movements, I wrapped my arms around Mr. Smith's neck.

"Ah, I'm coming! Ah!"

My insides tightened, and my vision turned white. Mr. Smith exhaled shortly near my ear. As we kissed, I closed my eyes.

While lying in Mr. Smith's arms, I asked him.

"You said you loved me."

"I did. I wouldn't invite just anyone to my place if I didn't care about them."

"If you say that, I'll take it seriously."

"You can take it at face value. Catch up to my feelings soon. How about living with me?"

Mr. Smith smiled sweetly. When he said I could take it seriously, I started to take it seriously. Confused by the fact and the proposal, I said,

"I'll take this matter home and consider it carefully and positively..."

He laughed out loud when I lowered my head. He asked where I was planning to take it.

"Please give me an answer soon. Though I don't intend to accept anything but a good one."

Mr. Smith mischievously smiled while hugging me tightly.

Fin.