The upcoming wedding of one of my best friends brought back memories of a story from New York that we’ll probably never forget. It was one of those rare moments when fantasies turn into reality. The protagonists: a long-legged Japanese woman, Michael, Walter, and me.
It was April, and we were sitting on the balcony of a vacation rental in Switzerland. Michael took a drag from his hand-rolled cigarette and suddenly said, “Hey, I need to tell you something.” I sensed something serious was coming and replied, “Go ahead!” – “I think she’s the one,” he said. “Christina. I think she’s the woman of my life. I think we’re going to get married.” I nodded, “If you think so. Just ask her what she thinks about it.” Four weeks later, I received an email invitation to the wedding in September.
A few years earlier, in New York: Michael was visiting, and although we were both tired, we decided to go out. We ended up at “Beerland,” a small bar in the East Village. There we met Gisela, Walter, and a Japanese woman who immediately fascinated me: around 30 years old, nearly 5’11” tall, long legs, a slim figure, a beautiful face, and a tight-fitting dress that showed off her silhouette. She mostly flirted with Walter, so I settled for small talk and learned that she was a corporate lawyer and was moving to Los Angeles the next day to start a new job.
Later, while I was standing at the bar getting a drink, I suddenly felt her dancing up behind me. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear, “Come dance with me.” Walter was dancing alone on the floor, and she pulled me toward him. Together, the three of us danced – right in the middle of the bar, under everyone’s gaze. Then she leaned in and whispered, “You know what would really turn me on? If you kissed Walter.” I politely declined, “Sorry, I’m straight.” Disappointed, she turned her attention back to Walter.
At 3 a.m., the bar closed. Outside, she suddenly said, “So, I guess I have to take all three of you home now.” It sounded less like a question and more like a statement. Walter grinned, grabbed his BMX bike, and called out, “I’ll get condoms!” Michael and I walked her to her apartment. I still thought this was all just a game, but she invited us upstairs.
Once inside, she offered us a glass of wine. Then she began kissing me, pulling Michael in, though he hesitated. Eventually, she unbuttoned my pants, and things got serious. Suddenly, the doorbell rang: Walter was back. He entered the kitchen, where I was already half-naked – right in the middle of everything.
What happened next was more like a script for an adult film. Walter and I took turns while Michael watched and eventually dozed off in a kitchen chair. At one point, the Japanese woman was on all fours between us. Walter was behind her, and I was receiving her attention. Our eyes met. Time seemed to freeze. “Crazy, huh?” I said to break the tension. “But don’t overthink it. Live the moment. This is pure adult fantasy!” Michael softly snored in the background as we carried on.
By 5 a.m., we left her apartment. It was already light out, and we walked home in silence. Now and then, I lifted my hand to my nose – the subtle scent of the Japanese woman lingered. It wasn’t a dream. That night would stay with me forever.
A few days later, I talked to Walter. The Japanese woman had already left, but that night had left its mark on both of us. Since then, we’ve been completely honest with each other – a bond of friendship that lasts to this day.
At the wedding, Michael and I reminisced about that night. “The wild times are over, right?” I asked. But Michael just grinned and replied, “Who says you can’t have adventures with your wife?” Maybe not gangbangs or threesomes, but there are still plenty of fantasies to fulfill. After all, what would life be without dreams and imagination?
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