2:44 p.m. :: 2003-05-28
Finding Cassandra - Chapter Four
Cassandra realized, for all the concerns that she had, that she might need to protect herself. The hotel had security, surely - but what if someone assaulted her? Or tried to grab her? A gun was out of the question - especially as she didn't know enough information to register and the hotel staff had told her that guns were hard to come by in Canada.
So she enquired about self-defense classes. They were taught by a quiet - but firm-looking - man named Mr. Yak.
Like everything else in her life - another thing she came to remember about herself, Cassandra noted - she threw herself into it with a fervor. She went daily for the next 3 weeks, staying for hours at a time. At first, her body ached with pain, but it relented in the second week. She was quite skilled at the combat arts, Mr. Yak had noticed - he commented to her that she must have had training before.
Not that Cassandra remembered any of it, but it is said that the body has memory.
After the last class on the 3rd week, Mr. Yak asked her to have tea with him. This was quite an honour, she knew, for he rarely socialized with his students.
Still in the giri they wore in class, they sat and talked. Mr. Yak - she couldn't bring herself to call him by his first name - had lead quite an interesting life. He'd had some dangerous occupations, taken quite a few risks. Which is why she found herself amused that he seemed to be stumbling with what he wanted to say to her.
"I would like to make love to you Cassandra," he said quietly. "If you would be willing?"
Cassandra had not thought of him in that way, but now, it was all she COULD think of. They undressed slowly - she marvelled at his small, but solid form. He had a few scars - probably souvenirs of his past - but he was nicely built.
He took her in his arms and lay her down on the mats, the heady fragance of her arousal assailing his senses. He touched her and her entire body was suffused with lust. The hands that caressed her were as adept at pleasure as at combat.
He caressed her breasts, each nipple inflamed with his gentle touch. Down her body his hands roamed, he occasionally paused to touch her with his tongue.
Her hands free, she caressed his manhood. He was quite large for an Asian male - well, she supposed, she thought with a giggle.
His hands and lips were at her pussy now, licking the folds and nuzzling her engorged clit. He feasted on her with relish, nuzzling into her as she convulsed with a mini-orgasm.
"My turn!," she laughed. She attacked Mr. Yak's cock with glee, licking and lapping at it, up and down, around and around, seeing the delight on his face as he clenched with lust.
After some remarkable foreplay, Mr. Yak mounted her and slid into her, easily. At first, he was gentle - gliding in and out of her smoothly, his dick stroking the walls of her pussy.
That stopped in a bit. He began to fuck like a madman, her cunt clenching and unclenching as he screwed her savagely, pumping and thrusting, her body jolting upwards to match him, stroke for stroke.
When they came, it was a total release, like the tension had gone. They snuggled together, and then, he calmly asked if she would like more tea.
When she left, Cassandra felt more confident and tranquil. Whatever secrets lay ahead, she knew she could face them.
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