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    It was a nice, warm summer night, the sun had gone down and it had cooled down to the point where you could sit outside and not sweat.  The drive in, was two screens, a parking lot, and hills that surrounded the parking lot and gave a perfect view of the cars and the screen.  Salome had walked from her house, and bought two tickets before climbing up on one of the hills and spread the blanket her grandmother had given her.

A grandmother, yeah that was still weird.

Sitting down on the blanket, she put the basket down next to her and took out a bottle of water.  Once she took a long drink, she text messaged Hiro to know that she was there.  Hopefully he would be able to spot her.

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He grins. He sits up, pulling her up with him. "Your wish is my command." As she sits on his lap, he slowly unbuttons his shirt and lets it slither down his arms. He pulls it off and tosses it away. He's still wearing a t-shirt underneath.

"Would you like to rip it off?"

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She couldn't help but laugh, grinning at him as she straddled his lap. Shaking her head, she gave him a look as she tugged his tee shit up and off, tossing it toward the foot of the bed. "No, I want to wear it later, plus I would just make a fool out of myself trying to tear it."

Pressing her chest up to his, she kissed him tenderly, seductively as she cupped his cheek.

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Hiro kisses her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her lips. He then nuzzles her neck, breathing her in as he pulls her close. "You smell so good." He gently nips the lobe of her ear, then a small line of them to her neck. He is very careful to not even abrade her skin. His own skin is tan, but it's obvious he has worn some clothes to the beach as he has a few tan lines. He has a few scars, especially around his hands and neck from kendo accidents. He doesn't have a lot of hair, even under his arms and despite the fact that he shaved over 6 hours ago, his face is still fairly smooth.

His fingers gently tease her nipples, rubbing them with the pad of his thumb as he continues to kiss her neck, then moving to her collar bone.

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As his lips explored her throat and collar, her hands moved over his smooth skin. Truth be told she had never been with a man like him before, and by that she meant, Japanese. It wasn't as if he was different, but she was enthralled by his smooth skin, and his scent. The way his black hair fell across his forehead how his lips sent shivers down her spine. Groaning low she started to rub and rock her hips against his, it was completely uncontrollable.

As she bowed her head she ran into a scar, and then another one, opening her eyes she carefully touched them. Breathing quickly her nails brushed over the slick skin. "Where did you get theses?" Her voice was breathless as she tossed hair away from her eyes.

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"Kendo. The shinai will slip past the guard and dislocate knuckles or cut into the skin. And the neck is a prime target area. I have gotten these over the years. Your skin is so lovely, such a lovely sun-kissed...is that right? sunkissed? color."

With his hair rumpled and his glasses off his face, he looks even younger. To most Westerners, he doesn't really look his age even when his hair is slicked back and his glasses are on. He doesn't look for scars on her. He is afraid he will only get angry again if he finds that her father has hurt her that badly. Childhood accidents, sporting accidents - these he understands.

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"The shinai," she repeats softly, working to remember all the words he's taught her so far, she's afraid she'll forget all of them. Nodding she smiles and looks down at her own body. "Yes, that's right, sun-kissed, tanned. I don't like wearing clothes." Laughing she lifts her head to look into his eyes, happily gazing into the dark pools.

She notices his youth right away, that's what happens when everyone says you look so young, you notice it in other people. Kissing one eyebrow and then his temple she cradled the back of his head with the palm of her hand. Pulling back she nuzzled him a bit as she ran her hands over his arm and shoulders. "You are so lovely, so warm, I love your skin, your smell."

There were bruises, most of them faded, her scars lightened through creams and sun. She had broken bones, that was what she got, and bloody noses, broken jaws. What others see as abuse she sees as a simple punishments, she never understood why people got so upset that her father would do that to her. What she would get upset about is the lack of freedom, you can't swim with a broken arm. Even that became normal after awhile.

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"The shinai is a bamboo practice sword. To use a real sword in kendo would be dangerous, even with all the padding."

He smiles at her warmly. "It is such a pity that you have to wear clothes, but at the same time, you would have men falling over their tongues were you wander everywhere without them. They would all trip over themselves to be close to you."

"You smell like sunshine. The sun does marvelous things to your skin."

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"You always teach me such fascinating things, if I wasn't half naked and enjoying myself, I would think I was in school." She teases him just a little bit. She really does enjoy learning from him, in all ways.

As she places a small kiss on his lips she urges him to lay down. His words make her blush and she shakes her head, placing soft kisses on his chest to hide her embarrassment. "What if it was just for you? You could have your very own naked piece of sunshine!" She laughs as her lips trail down his chest, tongue following behind, tasting him.

Nipping right below his navel, she looks up at him, her fingers toying with the waist band of his underwear.

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He shrugs with a chagrinned smile. "Once a geek, always a geek."

He lays back. "I would be forever thankful that a sun goddess chose me. Amaterasu would give up her position to you to acknowledge your great beauty."

Hiro gasps a bit at the nip, then moans as she plays with his underwear.

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"I am beginning to like geek," she admits with a laugh.

She was also beginning to like the compliments, after she could get over the fact that they are compliments. "I - I'm not a goddess." Very slowly she hooks her fingers under the waist band and tugs his underwear and pants down. As his cock springs free, she catches him in her mouth, sucking very lightly at his head, getting use to his taste.

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Hiro's head falls back with a low groan. It's been a bit since anyone sucked him off, especially someone he cares so much about. His desperate eyes meet hers, hoping he doesn't look too desperate, but he can't help himself. Just being with her is exciting, let alone having her touch him so intimately. His hand reaches to her head, playing with blonde strands. He doesn't pull or tug or even direct her.

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She likes the look on his face, the way that his cheeks flush and his eyes meet hers. She likes pleasing people, making them feel good. Unable to help herself she's fallen for him, somewhere between hand holding and now. It's a frightening feeling, especially since she has no idea if he truly means what he says. Sometimes, it's hard for her to trust.

Moaning softly she takes more of him, licking at the dried come from the first time, working to get him deep down her throat. A hand moves over his thigh and then down his shaft as her eyelids fluttered in concentration.

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His fingers plait through her hair as she touches him. Her mouth is turning his brain into complete goo. She is driving him mad. He whispers her name, completely captivated by the sungoddess, by the golden strands spilling over his fingers and caressing his skin. She is exotic and thrilling. And she owns him.

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She has no idea of her power, she's never had power over anyone before. She just wants to make him feel good, to make him happy, to get him to come. Moaning softly she uses her tongue rub the underside of his cock, while her mouth makes wet passes over him. As his fingers move through her hair she works him deep in her throat.

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He is softly muttering in Japanese as he strokes her hair. If she's expecting a translation, she'll never get one because he's too far gone into the sensations to ever remember what he's saying. His heart is thundering, as he gets harder.

"I'm going," he manages to choke just before he comes. He flops, boneless, to the futon with a huge smile on his face.

He then sits up enough to take her hands and draw her up to him. He kisses her deeply, tasting himself. For the first time, he gently tumbles her to the futon, not breaking the kiss.

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As he mutters, as he strokes her hair she moves her head faster, bobbing up and down in order to give him what he wants. What he needs. She loves the noises he makes the way his body reacts, how hard he become in her mouth right before he explodes. The simple act of blowing him, of getting him off nearly gets her to orgasm too. She has a little more resistance though, and so her hips jerk as he comes, but she doesn't.

Swallowing everything she could, she finds herself in a kiss. Without thinking she opens her mouth to him, pushing her come coated tongue into his mouth.

If he wants to taste himself, then she'll give it to him. Whatever he wants she'll give it to him. Groaning, she wraps an arm around him, falling back with the dark haired man on to the futon. Her leg drapes over his hips, her hair falling over them, hiding them from the sun coming through the window.

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His hands cup her face as he gives himself whole-heartedly to the kiss. When he pulls back, he's smiling. Bearing his weight on his arms, he begins to shimmy down her body, kissing her as he moves down until he reaches her breasts. He gently suckles one, then the other.

But he doesn't stop there. He moves lower, kissing a straight line down her stomach, a teasing tongue delving into her belly button. Then with a wicked grin, he moves to her crisp blonde hairs and kisses her nether lips. His tongue sweeps over her clit. He moans softly as he tastes her, thumbs gently rubbing just outside her opening.

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Her nipples became painfully hard under his tongue and she arches her back as her fingers wrap around the strands of his black hair. It had been a long time since someone paid attention to her breasts, usually they by passed them and went straight to the good part. She loves the looks he gives her, they make her grin and spread her legs wider for him.

Gasping, her toes curl when she feels his tongue dip into her belly button. Propping herself up on her elbows she looks down at him, watching his tongue and fingers playing against her waxed lips. She was completely bare, it was what she preferred. Inhaling sharply she opens her mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was a low whine. "Your tongue feels so fucking good," she murmurs her cheeks turn a bit redder at her words.

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"I have been accused of being very oral," he tells her with a wink. His flattened tongue strokes completely around her labia, moving closer and closer to the center with each pass. His thumb gently strokes her clit. Then his tongue points and penetrates her with long strokes. His eyes close blissfully. He alternates between broad flat sweeps of his tongue with penetrating strokes.

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As her fingers gripped at the fabric of the covers she whimpers weakly as she tries to find her voice. "Y-you don't say," she stutters as her fingers tighten in his hair. Breathing fast she gets hotter and wetter with each pass of his tongue. He was amazingly thorough and she knew that was no way she could last much longer.

The closer she gets the louder her cries become until her body tensed and she came. "Hiro! Hiro!" She tightens around his tongue as she soaks his face, her nails digging into his scalp before she falls back against the futon. Panting she continues to twitch and groan, her pussy convulsing and fluttering from her continuous orgasm.

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He rides her though her orgasm, lapping up everything she can give him, until she's spent. He slowly retraces the path he took down, kissing and licking her all the way back up to her breasts. His sucking is gentle, watching her face to see if she's at all uncomfortable.

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"H-h-hiro," she whispers. Cupping his cheek she lightly brings his lips up to hers. His mouth was hot, soft, and she could taste herself on his lips and mouth. Wrapping a leg around his waist, she pulls him down on top of her as her nails drag down his back. She's still in heaven her head swimming from the orgasm he gave her. God she wants more.

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He groans as her nails scratch, most certainly not in pain. "Do you want to take a shower?" He's thinking warm, wet sex, slick bodies. "We should conserve water." There's definitely an evil grin on his face.

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This is certainly a side of him she hasn't seen before, and she like it. Pretending to think it over she finally grinned and stole a kiss. "I think that would be a good idea, it's good for the environment you know." Laughing, she wiggles out from under him and gets to her feet.

Biting her bottom lip she curled a finger, tempting him to follow.

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His grin is still firmly in place as he gets up, then picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. He kisses the buttcheek close to his face. "Conservation of water is very important," he says a little pendantically, then snorts in amusement.

He carries her into the bathroom. It's not huge, but the shower is fairly big. Setting her down on her feet, he kisses her, even as his hand reaches in and turns on the shower. He's nibbling on her ear as he steps back into the stall and picks her up enough to get her past the ledge.