Naoko San is on her way home after a long day at work, walking towards the train station. She's thinking of going to the bar before heading home. Her black high heels click on the pavement as she walks, she's wearing her work clothes still, a black dress skirt and matching blazer with a white collared blouse beneath and a black tie. She has a black leather purse hanging on her shoulder. "Man, today was long, I'm bushed..."

"Maybe I should," she mutters to herself as she continues walking. A pair of strong masculine arms suddenly wrap around her waist, pulling her back against a familiar body. Her cheeks instantly turn red at the unexpected affection and surprise. "F-Fra...sensei..." She stammers out his name, eyes locked on him. Slowly he leans down, his face hovering mere inches from hers. His green eyes sparkle mischievously as he grins, showing off perfectly white teeth.

"How about I buy you that drink?" he asks smoothly, running a finger along her lower lip playfully before letting it slide back to her chin. Naoko San bites her bottom lip at the sensation and heat fills her cheeks again as she nods eagerly, unable to form any coherent words. "Good girl," Franky praises her with a smile, then releases her from his embrace and takes her hand in his, leading her towards the bar across the street.

"Whiskey... on the rocks," she says softly, eyes fixed on Franky as they walk across the street. The movement of his body underneath his suit is hypnotic and entrancing to her; it makes her want him even more. "Though..." she trails off, not quite sure if this is appropriate or not considering their complicated relationship. Franky is some sort of Uncle or Great Uncle.

Franky turns his head slightly, meeting her gaze with a curious expression. He arches an eyebrow in question. "Though what?"

"Well," Franky says with a chuckle, "I guess that depends on how old you really are." He winks at her playfully before ordering them both their drinks at the bar. While they wait for the bartender to return with their whiskeys, he leans in close to Naoko San again and whispers seductively, "But honestly...I've always thought you were quite mature for your age." His breath tickles her ear as he speaks, sending a shiver down her spine.

Naoko San swallows hard, unsure if she should be embarrassed or turned on by his comments. All she knows is that being this close to him feels amazing; it's intoxicating in its own right. With a nervous giggle, she replies, "I-Is that so?" Her cheeks are flushed once again as they down their drinks and continue talking, the conversation becoming more flirtatious with each passing minute.

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels his lips press against hers. His kiss is firm yet gentle, full of desire and passion that make her toes curl inside her high heels. She parts her lips slightly, allowing Franky's tongue to slide past her teeth and tangle with hers. Her hands tentatively reach up to run through the silver hair atop his head, pulling him even closer as she deepens the kiss.

It feels so right; too right to be happening between them. But then again...perhaps it shouldn't be? Maybe they should just enjoy this moment and not overthink things. She lets out a soft moan into their kiss, needing more of him than ever before. As the alcohol continues to warm her insides, she finds herself wondering what else Franky might want to do with her...

Naoko blushes deeper, biting her lip as she breaks the kiss to answer him, "Not really..." She trails off, suddenly nervous about where this line of questioning might lead. Of course, they could just get food...right? They were in a bar, after all. Perhaps ordering some appetizers or sharing a meal would help take their minds off of the forbidden nature of their attraction. She looks up at Franky, her eyes full of hope that he feels the same way.

But his expression...it's unreadable. His green eyes linger on her lips for a moment, making her heart race faster. Her nipples harden beneath her bra as she imagines what other things he might like to nibble on besides just her mouth. With a quiet murmur, she whispers, "We could...order something here..." and gives his hand a gentle squeeze, her fingers curling around his larger, calloused palm.

Her eyes widen at the mention of Franky's hot tub, and she can't quite hide her surprise. A hot tub...that sounds like such a private, intimate thing to share with someone. Especially him. Her heartbeat quickens as she tries to imagine the two of them together in such an setting; his strong hands on her body, caressing her skin...She doesn't know where this is going, but she isn't opposed to finding out. With a tentative smile, she nods in agreement and says softly, "All right." Her fingers tighten around his hand, and she can feel the heat rising up into her cheeks once more. The thought of getting naked with him...it sends shivers down her spine.

Together they order their food to go, sharing knowing glances as they do so. Their flirtation is obvious even amidst the loud bar atmosphere; it's as if no one else exists when they're together like this. As they wait for their teriyaki, Naoko leans closer to Franky again, pressing her body against his and savoring every inch of his delicious smell. It only serves to heighten her arousal further...She can't believe she's actually considering doing this with him tonight; letting things go this far. But then again...what could be more thrilling than exploring the boundaries between them?

As they walk to Franky's house, Naoko can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling up inside her. It's been so long since she's done anything remotely risqué, and the idea of getting naked with him sends shivers down her spine. She bites her bottom lip, trying to hide her anticipation as they approach his front door. His hand finds its way to her waist, guiding her close against his body.

Her heart is racing now; it's beating so fast she can hear it in her ears. When he finally unlocks the door and ushers them inside, she breathes in deeply, taking in the scent of his home. The smell of expensive cologne lingers in the air along with the aroma of their teriyaki. Franky leads her towards what appears to be an outdoor sitting area with a hot tub and heated pool.

With shaking hands, she helps him set up the chairs and table they brought while he turns on some soft music playing from hidden speakers nearby. The warmth of the setting sun caresses her skin as she sits down in one of the lounging chairs, watching as Franky lights some floating candles on the water's surface around them. As he pours their drinks and hands one to her, their fingers brush against each other ever so slightly; an electric current passes between them at the contact.

Naoko takes shaky breaths as she removes her clothes, revealing herself to Franky completely. Her heart races with anticipation as he eyes every inch of her body hungrily. She feels self-conscious about her curves compared to his more muscular frame, but he seems to appreciate it just the same. When they finally climb into the hot tub together, she winces at the sensation of her bare skin against its smooth surface.

Franky reaches out and trails a finger down her cheek before cupping her face gently in his large hand. "It's all right," he whispers softly, his thumb stroking her bottom lip. "I've got you." He leans closer, their faces mere inches apart now, and kisses her slowly, tenderly at first before deepening the kiss until she's whimpering against his mouth for more.

The heat of the water combines with his touch to send a shiver down her spine as he begins to explore her body with those skilled hands. He massages her shoulders, runs his thumbs over her nipples and caresses her stomach before dipping lower...She gasps as he trails a finger along the delicate skin between her legs, making circles around her clit until she's practically writhing in pleasure beneath his touch.

Her cries of pleasure muffle into Franky's mouth as he continues to tease and torment her sensitive flesh with those expert fingers. "Oh God...Fra...sensei..." she moans, arching her back further against his touch. She can feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, wanting him inside of her so badly it hurts. Her hips rock forward, grinding against his hand in search of relief; any sort of contact will do at this point.

His free arm wraps tightly around her waist, holding her close while his other hand slides down between their bodies and finds its way to where she aches the most. With one swift motion, he guides himself into her, filling her up in one smooth stroke that leaves them both breathless. The connection is intense; overwhelming. Their eyes meet and lock, heat flaring in the emerald depths of hers as she clings desperately to him.

He begins to move, thrusting slowly but powerfully into her, matching her every movement as they rock together in perfect syncopation. It feels too good, like nothing she's ever experienced before. With every pass of his hips against hers, another wave of pleasure crashes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied when it finally fades away. They collapse together into the water, exhausted but content in the knowledge that what they just shared was real and raw and beautiful.

The warmth and fullness inside her make it difficult to concentrate on Franky's words as they tumble out of his mouth. She tries to answer him, but all that comes out is a strangled moan when he pulls at one of her nipples through the water. He chuckles low in his throat and releases it briefly only to tease the other peak even more roughly now. "I-I don't know..." she manages to gasp out between his brutal ministrations.

Her hips jerk up off the bottom of the tub as another wave of pleasure crashes over her, washing away any thoughts beyond this moment. She can barely breathe; let alone form coherent sentences or think about anything other than the way he feels inside her and on top of her. "Mmm..." she moans, arching her back further into his touch as he continues to torment both nipples mercilessly. It's almost too much...but not quite.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as Franky tenderly kisses her most intimate parts, eliciting moans and whimpers from deep within her throat. She hadn't expected this level of attention to detail; it's almost overwhelming how good it feels. As he flicks his tongue against her clit, she arches into the contact with a groan, already on the edge of orgasm again. "F-Franky..."

Her legs tremble as he teases her anus with just the tip of his finger, pressing lightly but oh-so-pleasantly against something deep and intimate inside her. Her hips buck upward involuntarily, seeking more contact. She hadn't realized how much she wanted this; needed it. "Please..."she whispers, unable to form any coherent thoughts except for the need for him to take her there, push her over that final edge.

Her world explodes in a wave of pleasure so intense that it threatens to shatter every nerve ending inside her. With a loud cry of release, she arches her back off the cool tile of the shower wall, her body writhing uncontrollably beneath Franky's masterful touch. Tears stream down her cheeks as he continues to minister to her aching flesh, his rough hands and expert tongue bringing her back from the brink of oblivion time and again.

Her mind is awhirl with sensation; with the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of his mouth on hers. It's too much, it's all too good. She couldn't begin to imagine how she'll be able to return to her normal life after this...if there even is a "normal" left for her anymore. All that matters in this moment is Franky and the way he makes her feel; completely and utterly desired, cherished, and adored. She moans Franky, Franky! FRANKY over and over again as the last tremors of ecstasy wash through her, leaving her limp and sated in his capable hands.