I arrived at the apartment. The manager greeted me with a warm smile, recommending a girl named Mai, saying she was a favorite and would make my visit unforgettable. I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.
When Mai stepped out, her bright smile hit me like a wave. She was taller than most, with chestnut-dyed hair cascading over her shoulders and sparkling eyes that felt oddly familiar. My heart skipped—she looked strikingly like my ex, with the same soft curve of her lips and a playful glint in her gaze that took me back to old memories. Her voice, laced with a gentle Japanese accent, was warm as she asked about my day, instantly making me feel at ease.
Showering Together
Mai took my hand and led me to a spotless bathroom, scented with a hint of eucalyptus. The soft lighting bounced off the tiled walls, creating a cozy glow. She slipped off her dress, revealing smooth, flawless skin and a graceful figure that felt like a work of art. We stepped into the shower, warm water cascading over us as she gently scrubbed my back, her touch light but deliberate. She flashed a cheeky smile, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders, and I returned the favor, running my hands over her skin with soap, laughing about the Gold Coast’s sunny weather. It felt natural, like we’d known each other forever.
From Bathroom to Bedroom
Still wrapped in the steam of the shower, Mai leaned in for a deep, lingering kiss, her lips soft with a faint minty taste that sent my pulse racing. Her hands wandered, teasing my chest and drifting lower with a knowing touch that sparked fire. The bathroom mirror caught her silhouette—curved hips, slim waist, no tattoos, just pure elegance.
We moved to the bedroom, where she climbed onto me, starting in cowgirl. Her movements were smooth, rhythmic, her hair swaying as she rode. The way her eyes locked on mine, full of focus and pleasure, reminded me so much of my ex that my heart ached for a moment. I pulled her close for more deep kisses, my hands tracing her back, savoring every inch. Flipping her onto the bed, I switched to missionary, her legs wrapping around me as she let out soft moans that felt like music. The intensity built, her gasps pushing me to the edge until we both climaxed, collapsing in a breathless tangle.
The End
Afterward, Mai nestled against me, her head on my shoulder as we chatted about her life in Japan and her love for the Gold Coast’s beaches. Her English was fluent, her Japanese accent adding a charming lilt to every word. Time slipped away too fast, and when it was time to go, she walked me to the door, giving me a warm hug and a hope to see me again.
As I left the apartment, the sound of distant waves in my ears, Mai’s smile and that bittersweet echo of my ex lingered in my mind. I knew I’d be back—not just for her charm, but for the way she made a fleeting moment feel like something timeless.
A Memorable Encounter with Mai
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