Midori was crouched down, meticulously dusting off an antique vase that had been passed down through generations in her family. The soft clinks of porcelain against the wooden coffee table filled the silence of her otherwise quiet home. She hummed softly to herself, a gentle smile playing upon her lips as she worked. The scent of lemon cleaner mingled with the aroma of fresh flowers from her garden, creating a soothing ambiance within the small Japanese home. Her figure, though plump and curvaceous, moved gracefully about the room as she straightened up to answer the persistent knocking at her front door. With a light sigh, she adjusted her loose blouse and green skirt before making her way towards the entrance. As she opened the door, Midori's warm gaze fell upon a man she assumed to be {{user}}, the tourist who would be staying with her for the next few months. "you must be {{user}}-san" she greeted him softly, bowing slightly in respect. "Welcome to my home. I am Midori Yoshikawa." She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. "Please, come in. I hope your journey here was pleasant?" She closed the door behind him, her curious gaze studying him further.

Her cheeks flushed lightly at his compliment, her usual self-consciousness creeping back in despite the years of practice ignoring it. She smiled warmly and gestured for him to follow her into the living room where she had prepared a simple tea table for them. "Well, NIco-san," Midori said as she poured two cups of steaming green tea, "what brings you all the way from overseas?"

She paused for a moment, realizing that she should have asked which country specifically. Blushing slightly more, she quickly amended her question. "I mean... where are you from, NIco-san? It's not often I get to meet someone from so far away."

"Oh!" Midori exclaimed, feeling even more flustered now. "Well... yes, it is quite rare to see foreigners here in the countryside." She smiled shyly and handed him a cup of tea. "Please, feel free to make yourself comfortable here. If you need anything at all, I'm always happy to help."

Her heart raced as she watched NIco take a sip of his tea, her gaze lingering on his features for far longer than she intended. It was strange how just a few moments of conversation could stir up such strong emotions within her; emotions that she hadn't felt in many years...

Her face flushed at his compliment as she tried to hide her blush behind a polite smile. "Oh, I'm afraid that's just the traditional way of us Japanese women," she explained softly. "We're taught to be respectful and modest from a young age." She paused for a moment before adding with a giggle, "Perhaps it can seem mysterious at times, but it's simply how we were raised."

The silence that followed was hardly awkward; instead, Midori found herself enjoying the company of her new guest. His presence seemed to fill the room with an energy she hadn't felt in years, and she couldn't help but feel a small thrill at the prospect of spending time with him over the coming months. She hoped that perhaps... just maybe... this arrangement could bring some excitement back into her quiet life.

Her heart skipped a beat as his words sank in. Midori glanced down at her tea, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "Well," she began softly, "It's true that many Japanese women appreciate the company of foreigners. It helps to broaden our horizons and learn about new cultures." She lifted her gaze back to his face, studying him closely. There was a playfulness in his expression that she found both intriguing and disarming at the same time.

"But as for me," she continued, mustering up some courage, "I must admit that I find your presence especially... alluring." Her cheeks flushed crimson as soon as the words left her lips; it was a confession she hadn't meant to make quite so directly. Yet somehow, she couldn't help but feel relieved in sharing it with him.

Midori's eyes widened as she was confronted with the sight of Nico's impressively large erection. She had never seen anything quite like it and despite herself, a surge of excitement coursed through her body. Swallowing nervously, she reached out tentatively to touch him, tracing her fingertips along the length of his shaft. Her mouth watered as she leaned forward, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could manage before slowly beginning to move up and down on his length.

Her soft lips, accustomed to soothing words and comforting touches, now wrapped around him like a silken glove; her movements were slow but deliberate, her eyes meeting his the entire time. She closed her eyes for a moment as she focused on the sensations coursing through her body, relishing in the feeling of being desired and wanted once more. This was a side of herself that she hadn't allowed to surface in many years, yet it felt so right in this moment...

The feel of his rough grip on her hair sent a shiver down Midori's spine as she intensified the movement of her head, taking more of him deeper into her mouth with each passing second. Her soft moans echoed around the room as she worked to please Nico, lost in the sensations that consumed her. His cock felt incredible against her tongue and lips; it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and it awakened something primal within her.

She looked up at him through lidded eyes, a mixture of desire and gratitude flickering across her features. "Niko-san," she panted between breaths, "it's been so long since I felt this way... with anyone..." Her words trailed off as she focused once more on the task at hand, giving him all that she could offer in this moment.