I was invited to dinner by Mr. M from the company (a diner: quite delicious).
After that, we went to a pub, and Mr. M mixed in some light dirty jokes into the conversation, making me laugh.
He also took me to a bar, and when I was quite drunk, he said, 'Shall we go home?' without touching me at all and headed straight to my house.
On the way back, there were no dirty jokes. He kept making me laugh as usual. When we arrived in front of my house, Mr. M opened the car door for me. I was drunk and thought, 'Is he not interested in me?' and my strange pride flared up.
I said, 'I can't walk alone,' and reached out both arms towards Mr. M. He said, 'I guess I have no choice,' and pulled me by the wrist. I pretended to stumble and hugged him lightly, but he pushed me back to lean against the rear door.
When I thought he might kiss me, he took my bag from the passenger seat and closed the door. 'Hold onto my shoulder. Let's go,' he said, and I placed my left hand on his right shoulder.
'So, what floor is your room on?' 'Huh? Do you want to come to my room, Mr. M? How naughty.' 'Idiot. Go home by yourself.' 'So cold.' 'You know, not everyone is interested in you. I like quiet girls like Miss S.'
By the way, Miss S is a quiet girl who I've never seen talking or laughing with anyone outside of work. On the other hand, I was friendly with everyone and often invited to meals. Of course, even after that.
I used to tease and reject people at the last minute, thinking I was a little devil character. I was young and foolish. I had a bad personality. So, I got defensive about the Miss S comment.
'Then you should have invited Miss S,' I said, sulking a bit. 'Oh, you didn't know? It's your birthday this week, right? I invited you out for dinner during your birthday week. Inviting you on the day itself would be too obvious.'
'You're such a gentleman.' 'Did I make you expect something?' he said with a grin.
Usually, I was the one leading, but being led by Mr. M made me twice as frustrated. 'Not at all. But I can't walk alone, so please help me,' I said, linking my arm with his and pressing my chest against him.
'It's on the third floor, at the very end. The key is in my bag, so please get it for me,' I said, and Mr. M opened the door for me. 'Well, I'm going home,' he said, handing me the key and my bag.
'Why don't you come up? I'll at least make you some tea.' 'You shouldn't invite a man up at this hour. Do you say that to other men too?' 'No, I don't.' 'Oh? Are you in love with me? Is that why you want me to come up? I'm a gentleman, you know.' 'What are you talking about? Okay, please go home. Thank you for the meal today.' 'Alright, see you.'
As the door was about to close, I opened it and asked, 'Are you really going home?' with an upward glance. 'You're such a little devil. How many men have you tricked like this?' 'That's a terrible thing to say. Please go home.' 'If I try to leave, you'll stop me again, won't you?' 'I won't stop you. Please go home. It's inappropriate for a girl to invite a man up at this hour. I'll tell Miss S.' 'Alright, I'll stay. Make me some coffee,' he said, coming up.
I made coffee and turned on the TV. 'I'm going to take a shower, but don't peek.' 'Don't worry. The TV is much more interesting than seeing you naked.'
'I see. Gentlemen do say different things,' I said and went to take a shower. As I showered, the alcohol started to wear off, and I became calm.
Why am I getting so worked up over Mr. M? Calm down, me. Well, whatever. I'll just ask him to leave after I get out of the shower.
When I was about to get out of the shower, I realized I forgot to bring my underwear... I usually wrap myself in a towel when I'm alone, so I didn't think about it.
'Excuse me, Mr. M?' 'Yeah?' 'Can you get my underwear from the top right drawer of the dresser?' 'What? Are you stupid? Of course not!' That makes sense. 'Then, can you close your eyes or turn around for a moment?' 'Alright.'
With no other choice, I wrapped myself in a towel and said, 'I usually just go straight to the shower like this... whoa!' Mr. M was staring at me without closing his eyes or turning around.
And for some reason, he was sitting in a formal kneeling position. 'Hey, hey, hey...' I was flustered. 'You have a great body. Really great. Oh, don't mind me, go ahead and change.' Who is this guy?
'No, it's impossible. It's embarrassing. Please turn around.' Whether it was because of the alcohol, the shower, or the embarrassment, I could feel my cheeks getting hot.
'Oh, that's nice. Blushing cheeks, so innocent. Go ahead, change without worrying.' 'Well... I was the one who stopped you, so it's hard to say this, but could you please go home now? Thank you for the meal today.' 'I can see everything.' 'What?' I hurriedly pulled the hem of the towel, but the part that was tucked in came undone, and my chest was exposed.
'Oh no!' I quickly covered my chest with my hands and bent forward, only to find Mr. M right in front of me. He hugged me tightly.
I couldn't move, but Mr. M didn't move either. We stayed like that for a while. 'I told you not to invite a man up at this hour,' he whispered in a low voice in my ear.
'Yes, I'm sorry,' I apologized reflexively. My heart was pounding. 'Ah!' He suddenly licked my ear, and I let out a sound.
'Are your ears sensitive?' he asked, but I didn't answer. He blew on my ear, and I let out a 'Nooo.' 'You have a cute voice. It's the first time I've heard it. Interesting,' he said, blowing and licking my ear.
My ears are an erogenous zone, and I couldn't help but make sounds and my body twitched. 'Interesting. Does it feel good? What do you want me to do next?' 'Please go home. I have work tomorrow.'
'I see. Well, I'll play a little more and then leave,' he said, continuing to tease my ear. My breathing became heavy.
'Mr. M... I can't... Please... really go home?' Even as I spoke, Mr. M continued to tease my ear. 'Really? That's too bad. You were such a fun toy.' 'I'm sorry.'
'Well, I'm leaving,' he said, releasing his arms and moving away from me. 'You look quite dazed,' he said, and then whispered in my ear while touching me down there.
'Ah!' I clung to Mr. M. 'It's quite a mess down here. Are you sure you want me to leave?' he said, inserting his finger while speaking.
'Oops, my finger slipped in. What should I do?' he said, stirring inside. 'Mr. M, no... no... I can't...' I climaxed just from his ear and finger play.
'Oh, just you? That's not fair. Now I can't leave. Here,' he said, placing my hand on his pants. 'If I go out now, I'll be a pervert. I have to stay here until I calm down.'
'Well, I'll make some more coffee. But first, I'll take a shower...' As I tried to stand up, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back down. 'No need for coffee. Playing with my toy will calm me down.'
He pulled me close and started teasing my ear again. 'You're really interesting,' he said, pushing me down and licking my chest while touching me down there.
'You're very sensitive,' he said, licking my face, neck, and chest while his fingers teased my ear. He didn't miss a beat.
Feeling good, I made sounds and squirmed. 'You have a nice voice. If you make such nice sounds just from being touched, what kind of sounds will you make when something big and hard goes in? I want to try. Can I?' he whispered in my ear and licked it.
'Ah!' 'Did you just say yes? You did, didn't you?' When I tried to shake my head, he licked my ear again. 'Ah!' 'I see. Then, don't hold back.'
He licked my ear while taking off his shirt, licked my chest while taking off his pants and underwear, and rubbed his tip against me, tracing the line slowly up and down.
He lightly spread my legs and knelt between them, looking at me while rubbing slowly. 'Hmm, still the same as before,' he said, slowly inserting a little more. 'This isn't enough,' he said, slowly inserting a little more, watching my reaction as he went deeper.
'It's quite deep. I've never gone all the way to the base, but there's still more room,' he said, pressing our lower bodies together.
'Ah.' 'Yeah, I hit it,' he said, slowly pulling out. He moved slowly in and out while teasing my chest. He stopped moving and teased my ear.
'This voice is nice. How will it change?' he said, thrusting up suddenly. 'Ah!' I made a sound that couldn't be conveyed in words. He slowly pulled out and thrust up suddenly. Slowly pulled out and thrust up suddenly.
'Hmm, nice. Well, then...' he said, increasing the speed and thrusting deep inside. 'Ah... ah... no, no... I can't...' he said, changing positions and thrusting from behind.
'Really, really... no... ah!' he said, changing positions again. 'Huh?' This time, he put me on top and thrust up from below. This position hit the deepest and was quite intense.
'No, I'm going to... I'm going to pee.' 'It's okay. Let it out.' 'No, it's dirty.' He changed positions again, lying down.
'Why are you making such cute sounds?' he said, thrusting at full speed. I made sounds that couldn't be described, 'I'm going to... I'm going to...' 'Hmm, hmm, hmm,' he said, quickly pulling out and releasing on my stomach.
He wiped my stomach and down there with a tissue, and as I was dazed, he said, 'See, even a gentleman will end up like this if you invite a man up. Don't invite men up so easily,' and licked my ear again.
'You're really interesting,' he said, clearly very fond of my ears. Despite his age, he recovered quickly, and we ended up doing it three times, both of us going to work sleep-deprived.
Although I had changed, Mr. M was still wearing the same clothes as the day before. Rumors spread among those who knew we had gone out for dinner together.
Even though I had always turned down invitations after meals, it was assumed that Mr. M and I were dating, and since then, I stopped getting invitations. It was the end of the only time in my life when I was popular.
