Checking my calendar, I noticed that today is the birthday of an ex-girlfriend of mine. We haven't physically seen each other in years, but up until this year we used to send each other birthday greetings and presents. I lost her contact info a few months back, and with no way to get it back, I suppose that's the final ending for us. In place of talking to her, I figured I'd share a story about her as she's on my mind.

For story purposes I'll call her Sara. We met off a dating app. Her profile was barebones, with only one interest listed and a picture. But what a picture it was! I live in Japan, so of course, Sara is Japanese. Beautiful, flowing auburn hair, round, piercing eyes...I swear, my heart skipped a beat just stumbling across her profile. With little info to go on, I sent a random message concerning her one interest, and to my surprise she answered! We ended up meeting that night for a quick drink. Somehow she was even more beautiful than her profile picture. By the second date, we were going at it in a hotel together. 

Our date MO was usually to meet up in the evening for dinner and drinks, and then head to a love hotel for some intense, passionate sex, and then hang out together before heading home by the last train. I'm a guy who can and does enjoy going multiple rounds, but I knew exactly how to get Sara off, which would lead to me doing so until she tapped out. Once she was done...she was done. Sometimes I didn't get to cum, but believe me when I tell you I really didn't care. After she tapped out we'd lie together, our sweaty naked bodies entangled together, and either just enjoy the afterglow, or sometimes continue a conversation we'd started at dinner and put on pause to fuck each other silly.

...That was the standard MO, but sometimes I'd head out to meet her, and upon arriving she'd tell me that she was on her period so we couldn't go to a love hotel. Personally I don't mind period sex at all, but she was very self-conscious, so those were non-hotel days.

Not necessarily non-sex days though.

Sometimes after dinner and drinks on a period day we'd head to karaoke. In Japan for karaoke you get your own personal room with a door. There is a long, narrow window in the door, which is supposed to discourage potential naughtiness...but doesn't, really. No staff comes to the room unless you call for them specifically, there are ways to sit to be less visible from the window, and depending on where the room is located, there may be very few if any people passing by. This makes karaoke a popular place for making out and other amorous actions, if going to a hotel isn't on the docket for whatever reason.

Which was true for Sara and I on one of her period days. After dinner we went to karaoke, but of course neither of us intended to sing anything. After dimming the lights we sat down on the sofa-like bench seat and started making out. There were better positions on the sofa bench we could have sat that might have made us less visible from the narrow door window, but our room was almost at the end of a hallway with only one other room besides us, so we didn't think about it too hard. It wasn't long before Sara's tongue was deep inside of my mouth, exploring inside while licking my lips. Eventually I pulled up her tank top and pulled down her bra to expose her perky, perfectly round C-cup breasts, and took her pert nipples into my mouth. Sara softly moaned while rubbing my increasingly hard cock over my jeans. ...Karaoke isn't 100% soundproof, so we could hear a group of young guys, probably in their early 20s, in the room next to us belting out tunes. As such Sara kept her voice down, but even hearing her rough breaths and stifled moans was true music to my ears.

Eventually Sara undid my jeans and popped my cock out. She wasted no time in bending over and taking me inside of her mouth. Sara's blowjob style was slow, deliberate. Like a continuation of the make out session, she took her time running her tongue down my shaft, circling the head, taking it into her mouth whole and sliding her lips up and down. Usually not enough to induce an orgasm, but it feels absolutely amazing. I kept one of her breasts in my hand, gently fondling it while playing with her nipple, causing her to moan softly while she continued to make love to my cock with her mouth.

I sat back and was enjoying bliss, when a guy from the room next door left, most likely headed to the bathroom. As he left his room he took what was probably an innocent peek into our room, only to discover me getting blown by Sara. A look of pure surprise spread across his face as he realized what was going on. Our eyes locked, and with me unable to really do or say anything, all I could do was smile and shrug at him. Instead of heading towards the bathroom, he went back into his room, and after a few seconds I noticed more guys faces in the window. Clearly he'd told them what was going on, and they'd all come to cop a peek at the action.

Sara was completely engrossed in the act, 100% focused on my cock in her mouth, and as such did not notice the guys in the window. Knowing Sara, I figured that telling her about it now would only mortify her. We'd darkened the room, so while the guys could see what was going on, I doubt they could get a good look at her face. So I did nothing to indicate to her that we were being watched, and she continued to slowly take me in and out of her mouth while licking all around the head. I looked at the 5-6 guys, their faces pressed up against the window. I tilted my head, and smiled with a look that said - yeah boys, I'm getting blown here in karaoke. How's your night going?

It felt a small eternity, but I imagine the guys were only peeking for maybe a minute. The original guy went to the bathroom and the other guys went back into the room. At first instead of singing voices I heard laughter and conversation, as they were probably talking about what they just witnessed. But eventually that went back to singing. 

Meanwhile Sara continued to work me with her mouth. Knowing that we'd just had an audience for some reason was insanely hot, and perhaps knowing that we wouldn't be having sex later, Sara now slid me in and out of her mouth with faster, more intense motions, while continuing to tantalize with her tongue. It wasn't long before I hit my limit, and let Sara know I was going to burst. I did - she kept her lips locked around my cock, taking it all in and swallowing it down. After a few seconds of recovery we put my cock back into my pants, her tits back into her shirt, and she nestled up against me as we sat together.

Now that the moment had passed, I knew it was safe to tell her about what had happened.

"By the way, I gotta tell you...at one point we had an audience for that."

"What do you mean?"

"One of the guys next door...I guess he was going to the bathroom, peeked inside the window and saw what was happening. Called all his friends to come look."

"You mean, they saw me?!"

"Well, I guess more accurately, they saw what you were doing to me." 

Sara laughed playfully as she slapped me across the chest. "How long were they there for? Why didn't you say anything?!"

"Only about a minute. And I'm saying it now. Would you rather I said it in the moment for you to stop and look up right back at them?"

Sara laughs again. "I guess you're right. ...Do you think I should go over and say hi to them?"

"Not unless you want to be asked a bunch of questions you probably don't want to answer."

She nuzzled further into my chest. "Yeah, probably not the best idea." We both laughed.

This wouldn't be the last karaoke BJ I got from her, but we never had an audience again. This would be something we'd joke about though from time to time. Her light-hearted sense of humor was one of the things I really loved about her.

Happy birthday, Sara. Hope you're doing well.