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Chapter Eight - Few Hours in Japan p.2

Even at first glance boring activity like "walking around the neighborhood " was a great experience. The surroundings of Masaru's house were so different from mine. There was a lot of noise, a lot of smells, and a lot of people. It made my head go around.

We had sushi for lunch, which was also a premiere for me. I tasted everything – with cucumber, with salmon, with eel, even that with caviar and it reversed. I also tasted wasabi, which turned out to be a huge mistake. When we went to "Shinjuku gyoen national garden" after lunch, I could still feel my mouth burning.

But the beauty of the gardens enchanted me in such a way that after a while I stopped feeling my burning mouth. The leaves played with all the colors, and even though there were a lot of people here, in the sprawling gardens it was not known. It certainly seemed less claustrophobic to me than the corridor at the Enatsu's home. Masaru mentioned that if we arrived in the spring instead of in the autumn, I would have liked it a lot more, but I did not believe him. It was already beautiful!

We went back to this – at least in my think – luxury, quiet, fast train. What took us almost the entire afternoon, we overcame in it within an hour. We sat in very comfortable seats next to each other. My head was propped up against his shoulder and my eyes were closed.

"My feet hurt," I complained quietly.

"I told you to wear proper shoes."

"I did." I pointed to my running shoes, which I bought a year ago, because I thought I'd run regularly. I was wrong. But I liked to wear them because they were pretty damn comfortable. "But I still didn't know we were going to walk around that much."

"We'll be home in a minute and you'll rest there."

When we got out of the station it started to rain outside. However, the light rain soon became a complete cloud break, so before we could get home, we were soaked.

To our great happiness, no one was at home, for which I was very grateful. His mother looked like someone who had a thing for order, and the fact that the girl she hated so much just wet almost the entire hallway with rainwater probably wouldn't appeal to her.

"Go ahead," Masaru replied when asked if he would take a shower with me. "I'll catch up with you."

I took off my totally soaked clothes, and I slipped into the shower. The hot water was running down my brittle skin, and I felt an almost palpable relief.

"I have good news," Masaru said as he walked into my bathroom. "My parents were invited to dinner with their friends, so we have the apartment all to ourselves."

"And what exactly does that mean?" I wanted to know, even though from his expression I knew exactly what it meant. "Don't think I'm in the mood for sex. Not after all day's walking."

"Don't lie." He winked at me and started undressing. "You know you want it."

"You think you're irresistible." I turned my eyes. "But I have my limits, too."

But it was like he couldn't hear me. He came to me and, without warning, pressed me against the wall behind me. That's when he bent down and started kissing me passionately. He grabbed both of my hands and held them over my head. I'll admit, I'm excited about this behavior. And a lot.

He kept holding both hands over my head with one hand, and with the other he started stroking my body. Finally, he stopped between my legs. He carefully examined the state of my excitement.

"Liar," he whispered in my back when he found out how wet I was.

We took a quick shower together and crawled into his room as soon as possible, where we threw ourselves at each other in the same way as when we celebrated his arrival after a two-month mission.