Oriental 1 - Meet Tim and Miyoko

    When Tim woke the next morning, he filled his car and headed

off.  From town their was only two ways to head, North or South.

As he flipped a coin he said to himself “Heads North, Tails South.”

He looked at the coin,  “South it is.”

    The second day of driving, he stopped for lunch and realized

that he would run out of gas before the next town.  The more he

looked around, the more he came to realize, this place was

different.

    In the town  he had left the day before, the women were still

wearing coats and sweaters.  Even though spring had just started,

hear the women were running round in Bikini’s and shorts.  Tim

looked around and found a casino to go into.

    Tim had just finished loading his remaining quarters into a

slot machine, when over at the bar, he noticed a petit oriental

woman staring out onto the gaming floor, sort of looking off at

nothing in particular.

    As she turned her body toward Tim, he looked at her, and her

short red dress might as well have had neon letters on it saying

suck my tits and fuck my pussy.

    When the slot came up blank, Tim moved over to the bar and

said, “waiting for somebody.”

    The young lady looked at him, wet her lips and said, “No.

But I am meeting Mr. March in a half hour.  But While I am

waiting, I thought I would begin the search for Mr. April.”

    “Oh, you like more than one at a Time, huh?”, said Tim.

    She spun her stool so she was facing Tim and extended her

hand and said, “My name is Miyoko.  You sound like a sexually

liberated man.  Well, I’m a sexually liberated woman in search of

a mate.”

    “Sounds interesting,” said Tim, “what do I have to do.”

    “Well,” said Miyoko “I don’t want to sound like some kind of

slut, but I could give you a suck job like you’ve never had

before, and then slip you meat into my tight cunt and milk you

dry.”

    Tim answered, “If you feel up to it, we can rent a room and

see if your body agrees with what you think.”

    “I’d love to, but like I said, in a few minuets I’ve got to

meat a gentleman.  Right now, I’m just looking for Mr. April.”

Said Miyoko.

    “Who the hell is this Mr. April.” Asked Tim.

    “Actually, I don’t know.  I hadn’t picked him yet.”

Answered Miyoko.  “But you never know you might be Mr. April

yourself.”

    “I have no idea what the hell your talking about.”  Said

Tim.  “I’ve never laid eyes on you before tonight.”

    Miyoko explained “March and April are just names that I use.

Like I said.  I’m looking for a sexually liberated man.  Last

names aren’t important.  Besides, I only spend one month with a

guy then I move on.  The Mr. March that I’m meeting in a little

while is the gentleman that I’ve been fucking and sucking me for

the past month.”

    “I see.” Said Tim.

    “And you know,” continued Miyoko, “Their is only a Week in

March, and.” as Miyoko ran her leg up Tim’s to his crotch, “that

means that it is Time for me to start looking for a new cock.

Are you interested.”

    “Keep your panties on bitch.” Tim said as he lifted her

dress a little.  “Or in your case keep your dress on.  Their are

some things I don’t buy without sampling.”

    “I think I understand what your saying.” said Miyoko as she

moved her stool closer to Tim’s.  “You want to take me upstairs,

slip me out of this flimsy dress, and find out just how tight my

snatch is, how suckable my nipples are, and how talented my

tongue is.  Right.”

    “You read my mind.”  Said Tim.

    “I’ll make a deal with you,” said Miyoko as she handed Tim

some money.  “You rent us a room.  And as soon as I’m through

with Mr. March.  I’ll call the casino and have them page Mr. P.

F. April and then I’ll let you know wear to pick me up.”

    With not knowing how long Miyoko would be, Tim rented a room

and took the remainder back to the casino and sat down at a

blackjack table.  Tim knew that with how much was left, he could

spend several hours on the table, and with the free drinks, he

would be feeling pretty good by the Time Miyoko was ready. 

    To Tim, it seemed like it took forever, but it was actually

only a couple of hours before he heard over the casino speakers,

“Mr. P. F. April pick up a house phone.  Mr. P. F. April please

pick up a house phone.”

    It was only a couple of blocks to wear Miyoko said to meet

her.  She walked over to the car now wearing what only looked

like some kind of oriental wrap.  She leaned in the window and

asked, “Did you get us a room.”