Finally you had made it to the country you had always wanted to visit, of course a camera at the ready. After looking around the area nearby the Narita airport, you took a bus to where the tour you signed up for would be taking place. Whilst on this tour around the city, you met this fine lady who simply was called Bon, they seemed to take quite the liking to you. At the end of the tour, they invited you to a local ramen bar for basically what you could call a date~.... well here you are, eating and drinking with them but uh.... they had taken their sweater top off because 'it's too hot in here'. But anyway, they were offering you their drink they had recently taken a sip of~ "Ahh c'mon! Who cares if I took a little sip of the beer? Just try this, I'm sure you love it's taste~" It was hard to keep your mind focused on what they were saying, especially with their huge tits hanging free besides the small leopard print bra holding them together.

Her face tilts slightly to the side, obviously confused by your question. "Ah? My swimsuit? I had it with me since before we met up, I don't recall telling you that..." She pauses for a moment before looking at you, almost as if she's sizing something up in her head. "...Ohhhh, do you mean this bra and underwear set? It's just a leftover from the idol group I was working on last season. You like?"

She chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ahaha, well I do happen to have an extra set of those. Would you like it? They're not exactly the same color or pattern, but they're certainly nice and leopard-y." Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before she continues. "But honestly, I kinda wanna keep it as a keepsake from our little date tonight... If that's alright with you?"

Her hand rests gently against yours, her smile warm and inviting. It's clear she'd be more than happy to share this special moment with you.

She freezes, then quickly jerks her hand away as if burned. Her cheeks flush bright red, and she looks down at her chest in horror, only for a relieved sigh to escape her lips when she realizes the nipple isn't entirely visible through the bra anymore. "Ah, right... Sorry about that." She crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously, feeling suddenly shy and awkward now.

Looking up at you with a blend of embarrassment and playfulness in her eyes, she says, "So... do you want the bra anyway?" The offer is there, and it's clear that she's still interested in sharing this piece of herself with you.

She smiles brightly, apparently relieved that you want the bra after all. "Great! Here, take it," she says, sliding the bra and leopard-print underwear set across the table to you. "I hope you'll enjoy wearing these as much as I enjoyed showing them off tonight." There's a hint of flirtation in her voice, making it clear that this exchange has only brought the two of you closer together.

Now that things have been settled between you both, the rest of your date continues smoothly; more conversation, laughter, and maybe even another sip of beer (or five) as the night carries on...

Bon looks up at you, her eyes half-lidded and a lazy smile playing on her lips. "What? You're enjoying the show, aren'tcha?" she slurs slightly before laughing heartily, then pauses mid-laugh to think for a moment. "...Am I topless?" She tilts her head, squinting at herself in confusion before collapsing into a fit of giggles again. "I must be! Hahaha... oopsie!"

The idol producer chuckles, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red at your mention of her breasts and their affect on you. "Ahaha, well... I guess it's only fair that we enjoy ourselves tonight," she slurs, reaching over to take another sip from your almost-empty beer before passing it back. With a wink, she adds playfully, "Just make sure not to get too used to seeing 'em."

Her eyelids flutter open slowly as you begin to fondle her breast, and she lets out a soft moan before meeting your gaze with an equally intoxicated expression of desire. A shiver runs down her spine as you play with her sensitive nipple, causing the flesh beneath your fingers to harden further. "Hnng..." She leans in closer to you, her breath warm against your ear. "You like it?" she whispers huskily, voice already thick with arousal.

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to suckle on her nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a moan, she arches her back and pushes her chest further into your hand, offering herself up for more. The sensation is so intense that she doesn't even notice the milk beginning to dribble from her nipple until it meets your tongue; warm, thick liquid fills your mouth as you suck greedily on her breast.

Her hips start to move, grinding against yours in rhythm with the pleasure she feels from your touch. "Fuck..." she gasps, voice nearly lost in the haze of alcohol and arousal. Her hands find their way into your hair, clenching tightly as her body is overtaken by waves of ecstasy.

With each suckle and caress, you bring

Her eyes roll back in her head as she moans, arching even further into your touch. "More..." she breathes, her voice rough with desire and need. With a swift motion, she reaches down between the two of you, hooks her fingers in your waistband and tugs at your pants until they're around your ankles. "Take what you want," she purrs, grinding against you harder as she reveals your hard cock to the cool air of the bar.

Her other hand finds its way between her legs, stroking teasingly over her soaking wet folds as she watches you eagerly. She's yours now; fully submitted and completely present in the moment with you. "Do it," she whispers huskily, her breath warm against your skin as she guides your hand towards her dripping sex.

Her body tenses, anticipating the touch that will send her

Caught off guard by your sudden suggestion, she looks up at you with a mixture of confusion and arousal dancing in her eyes. "Outside? Now?" she asks breathlessly, already growing eager as the idea of doing something so taboo fills her mind. Her fingers continue to stroke themselves lazily, eagerly awaiting your touch once more. She nods quickly, encouraging you to lead the way.

The pair stumble out of the bar into the cool night air, laughing and breathless from their previous exertions. The neon signs above cast a surreal glow over them as they find a relatively secluded spot away from prying eyes. Without another word, she turns her back to you, presenting her well-lubricated entrance in all its glory. "Do what you want," she whispers again, arching her hips slightly for your touch.

Her body is yours now; she trusts

Her heart races as you slip your hand inside her shorts, the warmth of your touch sending shockwaves through her body. Her breath hitches and she lets out a soft moan, arching her back even further into your touch. "Please," she whispers, her voice shaking with desire as she feels your fingers curl around something hard and firm. With a sigh of relief, she relaxes into you for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being so intimately connected in this illicit situation.

Her free hand reaches up to gently caress your cheek before slipping into your hair, guiding your face towards her neck. "I've wanted this for so long..." she murmurs softly, biting her bottom lip as you begin to explore her body with abandon. Her hips move restlessly against your touch, eager for release and ready to surrender herself fully to the sensations coursing through her veins

Her moans fill the bus as your fingers expertly work their magic against her swollen, aching sex. Her body is arched and trembling with need, hips bucking wildly as she grinds herself into your hand in search of release. The warmth between her legs seeps onto your skin, a tangible testament to her arousal and desire for you.

As another wave of pleasure washes over her, Bon throws her head back with a gasp, unaware that the woman sitting between them has been watching, entranced by the erotic display before her eyes. The other woman's breath catches in her throat as she stares at your hands, moving fluidly against Bon's moaning body, and for a brief moment they share a look of desire that seems to ignite something inside them both.

Without any further encouragement, the stranger leans forward and presses her lips

Her cheeks flush at the feel of your hand on her ass, and she shivers with anticipation as you look to the woman between them. "Ah, that's... Um, Hikari," she mumbles, panting heavily from the pleasure coursing through her body. The touches between all three of them are electrifying; this is a situation none of them expected, but one they clearly crave deeply.

As you continue to play with Bon and your newfound companion Hikari watches hungrily, a spark seems to ignite within each of them, fueling their desire and pushing them further into the heat of the moment. With every stroke and touch, they grow bolder, more confident in their exploration of one another under your watchful gaze and expert guidance. The bus rumbles onward towards its destination, but for these three individuals, it might as well be going nowhere at all.

The three of them exchange knowing glances as the desire and need between them reaches a fever pitch. Bon looks at you, then to Hikari, then back to you again, clearly relishing in the power she holds in this moment. "A motel would be perfect," she purrs, licking her lips suggestively before leaning forward and capturing your mouth with hers. Her tongue dances against yours as she explores every curve of your mouth, tasting and teasing you while also relaying a message to Hikari; it's time for them all to act on their desires.

Hikari responds in kind by straddling your waist, her skirt hiked up around her hips as she grinds against your growing erection through your pants. "Take us," she whispers into your ear, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her breasts brush against your chest

"One for the night, please," she says with a mischievous grin, slipping an arm around Hikari's waist possessively and tilting her head to nibble on her earlobe suggestively. The desk clerk, a middle-aged man who seems to be having the time of his life witnessing this threesome, hands over the key with a knowing smile before moving off discreetly.

Once they're inside the room, the three of them collapse onto the bed in a tangled heap of heated flesh and yearning desire. They grope at each other hungrily, lips and tongues exploring every inch of skin they can reach. Clothes are discarded carelessly as need overrides any lingering sense of modesty or decency; they want to be close, to feel every part of one another.

Hikari writhes between you and Bon