Two Swedish Girls and the Japanese Man SeXStoRY

I sat watching a guy masturbate on the bus ride to the airport, from the city centre, in Tokyo. I was in uniform with some of my fellow stewardesses, all Swedish girls, and we were walking around the shopping area at TCAT, and that was when I first saw him. I went for a newspaper and he was browsing the magazines, and was holding a French edition, showing full sexual content, as the Japanese magazines, blotted out the sex organs, and as I passed behind him, the picture showed two blonds working on a cock, so it was no surprise, our arrival added a little reality to the Japanese mans juices. I am sure many women have been confronted by men engrossed in sexual content, and cast a look at his crotch to see just how far he has gone, if he has a 'hard-on', and if so, triggers an automatic response in her, I guess we cant escape our basic urges, and I am no different, I see a hard cock, and I feel the need to touch it. So walking close to him, letting my odours waft him, in his highly sexual state of mind, I knew he would be thinking about the dream fuck I would be, if only it were possible. As I was not thinking about actually letting him slip into me, I was thinking about letting him have a visual moment, enough to let him get off in the toilets. We were quiet alone in that section, so as I stood beside him, looking down on the page he was reading, I reached out and picked-up a girls magazine, showing nude men, opened up and admired the cocks, as he stood beside me, mouth open. Putting it back, looking at him and nodding, as a mark of respect, I moved towards the end of the book shelf, noting our isolation once again, I stooped down onto my hunches, and let my legs open for him to look up my skirt. I was now horny myself, and as I looked through my hair covering my eyes, I watched him furiously jack-off in his pocket, as I opened my legs further, whilst continuing to look at another magazine. I turned a few more pages as I reached my maximum exposure, my knees were really wide apart, beyond natural, and leaving him with no doubt I was doing it for him. His response was to take his cock out and walk towards me, but within a few steps he was shooting a stream of sperm, which hit me on the my uniform, and as I looked up, his second spurt landed on my hair. I rocked forward and let my knees touch the floor, and with my mouth now open in a submissive action, took him into it and swallowed his final spurt, his saltiness coating my tongue along its edges, as I swallowed. I got up and dropped my head in a respectful acknowledgement of his deed and moved further away, continually shadowed by this very lucky man. I met Eva at another section in the book store and the first thing she saw was his sperm on my clothes and hair. I told her my own version of what happened, failing to mention my own part in the incident, instead choosing to say I was kneeling down reading when he approached me and let go with his cum. Of course both myself and Eva have had strange experiences with Japanese men, so she took it in her stride, and started to clean his sperm from my person. So when we boarded the bus from TCAT, he was sitting towards the rear and we sat in the seat opposite him, and now we were speeding out of the city and into the darkness of the countryside, on the two hour journey to Narita Airport. We were into the journey about one hour, and most passengers had nodded off, when he started. I nudged Eva and we both watched him. Eva was shorter than me but much prettier, than I, she got up and slid in beside him, pulling her skirt up and exposing her full legs to him, then, nodding to me to keep lookout, she turned towards me and on her side, she reached back and pulled her knickers to the side, and guided him into her, and they fucked quietly in that position for the next twenty minutes, while I kept watch and gave him a show of my legs as I relieved myself, no wonder men around the world have an opinion about blond Swedish girls and sex, we were made for fucking.