"I took myself in hand. It wasn't difficult, for the situation did excite me despite myself. Also she turned her legs towards me and the sight of her ...heer nylon clad legs and her short tailored business skirt were very attractive. My erection was very firm."You have a nicely shaped cock, and I can see your balls are quite large." she told me. "Come over here will you?"I approached her and she tok my balls in her hands exploring them and rolling them in her palm."Yes, quite big. Good. We'll. "Yokoso." The receptionist greeted me in what I remembered as Japanese, which wasn't as unusual as you might think as she was definitely Japanese.A petite, porcelain complexioned piece of Japanese perfection. She bowed to me, hands together, and I returned the gesture, and then dredged up the faint memory of the language remembered from all those happily squealing Japanese girls I had introduced to western culture, and an occidental todger, in York.'Konnichiwa, ' I replied."You speak excellent. Tallish, maybe around 6ft……well built, but not fat. Strong arms, broad shoulders, clean shaven and short, almost cropped hair. Very hunky I thought!!As we tucked into a second drink, I plucked up the courage [the booze!] to ask what he meant by ‘attractive’.He looked at me briefly before answering….‘Well, you are. Pretty face, nice figure. Curves in all the right places. Very attractive.’‘Curves?’ I asked in a slightly flirty way.‘ Yes, curves’ he echoed as he seemed to study my figure, before. ” That seemed to put him over the edge and he went on and on. His every thrust was different. He did as I said: harder, faster, slower, then harder and harder, I could not afford him to stop now. I was coming like never before. His dick was dripping my cum. And then that very moment, I heard him groan. He could only mumble, "Oh, oh, oh" as he went harder. There is nothing more arousing that the sound of an older man groaning. The power I wielded over this otherwise cold man was pushing me.