Hiroko nodded. The sudden light blinded her eyes. Suddenly she felt naked in front of him just wearing a shirt and a panty.
"Me neither..." he answered. He tried not to look too much at her but the way she was dressed made that task more difficult. He passed a glance at her underwear...
Hiroko blushed and instinctively covered her panties with her hands.
"I'm sorry...I...I thought nobody is down here..." she stammered. She was embarrassed to stand like this in front of him.
"Here..." he said and swiftly picked up a blanket from the surrounding sofa and wrapped her up in it.
"Thank you...you are kind."
Marty's cock was bulging beneath his silver bathrobe. He looked at her carefully. It was semi dark and he couldn't see much but she seemed to be a little scared. Her cheeks were blushed and her normally sweet scent was a little muskier today that stirred his lust in him.
"So, what are you doing up so late?" he asked her and offered her to take a seat on the couch. He sat down on a single sofa opposite to her.
Hiroko sat down and felt like a dwarf. The brown leathered couch was huge. Her body shuddered for a moment when her naked legs and part of her butt touched the cold surface.
"I still have a little bit of Jet-Lag...you couldn't sleep too?" she asked him back.
"I see...I normally like to work at night, so this is a usual time for me to be still awake." Marty said and glanced at his wristwatch.
It was 2 AM. All this sexual tension in him was making him extremely aggravated. Work really wasn't on his mind. Looking at her smile at him awkwardly made him want her again. Just like back in Okinawa... when he was a young soldier, he once had taken a girl by force. He had raped her on the beach. Poor girl thought he really was in love with her...all he ever wanted was to fuck her crazy. He could still feel her narrow-waisted body, wringing in his arms, her long black hair tickling his face...and the tight cunt that he forced open with his dick. She fought and he enjoyed it. Afterwards he had threatened to kill her if she ever would speak about this incident and she didn't. He rewarded her by fucking her again and again over weeks. Marty sighed inertly; he was a loose cannon back then. But seeing a beautiful Asian girl again, brought all those memories back...and God how he wanted to feel those wild emotions again.
They talked a little more about her plans tomorrow, before both went upstairs again. He silently said good night and closed the door behind him.
Hiroko looked at the door for a while. Not having a wife and all of his children away from home must be pretty lonesome for him, she thought. However, she wasn't ignorant to not notice him staring at her a lot, especially tonight with that kind of an outfit on. She shook her head to get that weird feeling off her.
CHAPTER 4
"Really weird..." Greg mumbled.
"What's so weird?" his father asked him at the breakfast table.
Greg came out onto the patio. His right hand was still holding the phone on which he just received a call from his company in Tokyo. The sun was out on the blue sky again. All three were sitting below a wide sunshade and eating a gorgeous breakfast made by Marty's house maid.
Hiroko looked at Greg wide eyed.
"Well, turns out that New York's office had configuration problems with the new software that I wrote a couple of months ago for them...somebody really screwed up there...in short I have to go immediately and debug all of it." He sighed.
"I'm really sorry Dad but I think we have to leave earlier than I thought."
Marty looked at his son and Hiroko who still didn't understand all of what was going on. She again looked absolutely lovely, wearing a red T-shirt and a white mini skirt that revealed her long slim legs. Her skin was beautifully white.
"You are on vacation! How can they ask you to go to New York? Ridiculous." Marty said. "They must have somebody else there around who can fix the problem."
"The problem is that, that specific part of the program code was written by me and no one else...I didn't really explain it to many because I thought it would never break down or anything....well, it's a long story. "
Marty shook his head.
"When can we come back?" Hiroko asked Greg.
He scratched his head. "It's hard to say...but if the program is completely gone or if only fragments are left over...and that's what it sounds like, it will take me a good week if not more. But don't worry, the company will provide us with a stay."
Marty suddenly sensing his opportunity quickly executed his next move. It was nearly instinctive.
"How about Hiroko stays here? I can take time off from work, I mean that company functions very well without me, and I was looking for a summer break anyways. You go up to N.Y., do your thing as quickly as humanly possible and come back. I mean why drag Hiroko with you all the way up? Hm? She will be bored, with you gone all day long and from what I have heard she was in that city before. I can take her on a cruise up the Potomac River on our boat or something like that."
Greg looked at Hiroko and explained the situation to her again with the help of some Japanese.
"I don't know Dad...you have done already so much for us. Taking more time away from you doesn't seem right."
"Oh come on Greg! You're not taking time away from me. I'm enjoying your stay here. Look at me...I'm alone most of the time here and your visit filled this house with joy and laughter again."
Hiroko wasn't sure what to do. On the one hand side she didn't want to be left alone by Greg but on the other she felt bad leaving his Dad alone.
"What do you think, Hiroko?" Greg asked her after a while.
She bit on her lip and thought about her options one more time.
"I really might not have so much time for you in New York. You might be alone for quite some time." He added.
Hiroko looked at Marty. He was smiling at her friendly.
"Maybe it's better for me and your father if I stay. He won't be lonely." She replied.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Greg asked her one more time. Part of him wanted her to come with him...but honestly, he really would not have time to spare. Without her he might be even quicker fixing up the problem.
Marty grinned. His son probably didn't know that he had many influential friends in his Software Company. Once in New York, Greg would realise that the small glitch would be nothing but that other "problems" would await him that would take its sweet time to solve. By that time...he glanced at Hiroko. Marty bit passionately into a piece of sweet peach.
Later that day Greg flew out to New York and Hiroko was left alone in the big mansion. Ursula, the maid, took her to a nearby mall where they did some shopping together. Ursula was explicitly instructed by Marty to pay for everything Hiroko wanted to have. Hiroko again was amazed by the size of the mall. As they were going on to a boat cruise she looked for some nice summer shirts and swimsuits that she could wear.
The house at night felt a little quieter without Greg. Hiroko read in her Japanese book in the reading room when Marty came in. He wore an elegant white shirt and freshly pressed khaki pants. The smell of expensive After Shave filled the room. Hiroko was amazed at how young Marty seem to look tonight. Though he was the age of her father, he still had that youthful aura around him. His movement were quick and lively. The wrinkles in his face were rather complimenting his good looking features rather than make him look old. His hair had only few greys on the side and his eyes...his eyes were always sparkling and intriguing.
"I hope I'm not interrupting." He said and offered her a glass of red wine.
"Oh don't worry... I'm not really reading now." She accepted the wine.
"You must be missing your husband but I promise you the next days will be unforgettable." He said.
"I hope it will be fun."
Marty watched her taking a sip of the wine. The tight T-shirt showed off her graceful chest curves.
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