Sakura's Winter Break Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Sakura's Winter Break Pt. 01

... her eye. He was charming, witty, and incredibly handsome.

Their conversation paused as they took notice of her. Sakura was a beautiful short 5'6" Japanese girl with flawless tanned porcelain skin, almond-shaped eyes, and a curvaceous figure. Sakura could immediately feel all of their eyes dart to her cleavage and then her eyes. Sakura smiled, enjoying the attention, "Please hand me your pick-up tickets and I will see if I can find your suits for you to try on." Sakura collected what she needed and walked to the back room and grabbed their suits.

One at a time, she brought out their suits and set up each guy in a dressing room. Through the stalls, the men poked fun at Bill's last day as a bachelor and cajoled him about the great night they had at the bachelor party. Their laughter was infectious and it made her smile as Sakura moved from stall to stall to hand over vests and shoes.

The first to come out was Bill. She was thankful to see he had a perfect fit. He seemed to be very nervous about something going wrong at his wedding, like many grooms, and she assured him it was going to be a wonderful event. Sakura reviewed all of the aspects of the outfit with him which included the jewellery and hosiery. As Sakura adjusted his outfit she showed him the quick-release belt tabs on his pants to help him tighten them. He stood in the mirror admiring the tuxedo and vest.

Next, Sakura helped the taller man, Chris, who stood at 6'8. He was much more muscular than Bill. ...

... His ebony skin made his white wingtip shirt pop out. He was so tall that Sakura stood on her tiptoes to help him with his bow tie, in doing so Sakura lost her balance and fell against his chest. His wide grin and deep brown eyes stared down at her, sending a chill down her back. He epitomized American manliness to her and it made her heart skip a beat.

"So does Sakura mean beautiful in Japanese?" His forwardness caught her off guard and Sakura blushed. "No, it means Cherry Blossom. Most of her friends call me Sake." Sakura blurted out. "I love cherries," he said as one of his large strong black hands held onto her waist to steady her while the other traced down her backbone to just above her butt. Sakura, enjoying his warm and innocent embrace, finished tying the bow tie for him. "Why do they call you Sake? Is that your drink of choice?" "Well," Sakura replied meekly, " I guess my drink of choice depends on my company?" She winked. Sakura began to notice Chris' growing bulge in his pants pressing against her stomach. Their trance was interrupted by the opening of another stall door. Chris gave her a wink back before getting back into his stall to undress.

She could feel the temperature tick up in the room. "Dave, give me one sec so I can take off my jacket," Sakura said. "Sure, no problem," said Dave and he put on his cuff links. As Sakura strutted to the counter she could feel him watching her butt away from side to side continuing her roller coaster of excitement. Her ...