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Summary:  Unagiya Ikumi needs her reluctant employee Ichigo to work late and help her get her files in order.  Unfortunately, it’s the depth of summer and her AC is broke.

Sweat dripping from Ichigo’s nose landed on to the paper he was reading.  He took a second to wipe his face and try again.  Grunting in disgust, he crumpled up the paper and threw it in the nearby wastebasket.

“Another request for catering.” He announced. “I’m telling you, you’d solve half your problems if you just changed the name of the store.”

“Never!” Unagiya Ikumi declared. “This shop hasn’t changed its name in generations.  If my ancestors could make it work, than so can I!”

“Not so sure you can say them made it work.” He mumbled looking around the shabby office. “And besides, with a name like “Unagi” people are naturally going to think this is an eel shop.”

“Shut up.” She snapped. “Great-great-great-great grandfather thought this was a cute, catchy name and now it’s a family tradition.  Besides, with a little more effort, soon eel shops will be getting calls for odd jobs!”

”In the meantime, I’m wading through meal orders trying to find your real work.” He complained.

“We wouldn’t have such a backlog if you showed up when you’re supposed to.” She pointed out.  “If you want to complain to someone, complain to yourself.  The sooner we get these sorted out, the sooner we can do some effective scheduling”

Ichigo wiped another wave of sweat off his brow. “Well can’t we do this somewhere else?  It’s so hot in here, I’m practically melting.”

“Deal with it.” She shot back.  “If we weren’t losing customers left and right, I would have enough money to fix the air conditioner.”

“You’ll lose customers anyway because they won’t want to do business in this hot, muggy office.” He pointed out.  “It’s night and I’m still dripping with sweat.”

He gestured at his body and she had to agree.  His shirt was soaked, clinging to his body closely enough to outline the planes and curves of his muscular body.  Even his six pack abs were visible though the thin, wet cotton. She shook her head when she realized she was staring.

“You’re not the only one suffering.” She replied. “Now get back to work.  I want tomorrow’s work orders lined up so we can hit the ground running tomorrow.  Is that clear?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ichigo muttered turning back to the paper slips.

“Mommy!” A voice called from the hallway connecting the office to Ikumi’s apartment.

“Oh crap.” She gasped.  Whipping off her hat and goggles, she managed to put on her flowered apron just as her sleepy son opened the door.

“Mommy.” He whined. “I want a drink of water.”

“Karou-chan.” Ikumi crooned. “What are you doing up?  You’re supposed to be sleeping now.”

The little boy frowned. “What’s he still doing here?  Don’t you have a home?”

“Karou!” His mother exclaimed. “You know I need Ichigo-chan to help me catch up. Don’t worry, we’ll be done soon.”

“I bet that’s not why he’s helping.” Karou groused. “I bet you’re just looking for a chance to hit on my mom!”

Ichigo rolled his eyes. “As if.”

“That’s enough Karou.” Ikumi chided. “Let’s get you that drink of water, then back to bed with you.”

Ichigo ignored the boy’s rude gesture and turned back to his work.   Ikumi did her best to get her son to go to sleep.  Returning to the office, she took a moment to watch Ichigo working from the back.  He made a good point earlier.  Summers on the Kanto plain were humid, sticky affairs and even though the sun had gone down, the office was still hot and miserable. Opening the windows hadn’t helped at all.  His shirt stuck to his back like a second skin.   She could see his muscles moving and sliding around and he moved the papers around on the desk.  Once again, she had to break off from staring at him.  What was coming over her?  It had to be the heat.  

“All right Ichigo.” She announced taking off her apron. “Let’s take these papers back to my apartment.  It’s too hot to get anything done here.”

“Well it’s about time.” Ichigo grumbled.  They gathered up the paperwork and whatever supplies they thought they would need in a basket and headed down the hall.  Central air conditioning was practically unheard of in Japanese apartments.  Typically the bedrooms will have an individual wall unit.  Ikumi turned on hers as soon as they entered her bedroom.

“Ah, that’s better.” She said.  “You use my dressing table for a desk.  I’ll use the bed.”

Things went better after that.  No longer hot and uncomfortable, they began to make real progress in straightening out the forms and records.  Their shirts dried off and no longer stuck to their bodies.  Well, in most places anyway.  Being a fairly well endowed woman, sweat tended to pool under Ikumi’s breasts soaking her bra and making her itch.   She tried to ignore it, but it was really irritating.  Glancing over at Ichigo, she saw he was totally focused on the task at hand.  Quietly, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.  It wasn’t easy pulling her arms through the shoulder straps wearing a long sleeved t-shirt.  It was a relief when she finally managed to get it off.  Pulling it out from under her shirt, she looked over at Ichigo again to see if he’d notice.  He still had his head down, busily working away.  She quietly dropped her bra on the floor where he couldn’t see it and tried to get back to work.

The uncomfortable dampness under her breasts was still distracting her.  Since they weren’t exposed to the cool air, they weren’t drying off.  If she had a towel or a handkerchief handy, she would give them a quick swipe.  Unfortunately, nothing like that was handy.  She knew what she’d like to do.  When she was alone, she’d take off her shirt and let the breeze from the air conditioner dry her off.  She couldn’t do that now with Ichigo in the room.  Or could she?  He really was absorbed in the paperwork, rarely lifting his head to do more than mutter angrily.  It would only take a few seconds.  Why not?  Turning towards the cool breeze coming from the AC, she lifted her shirt up over her breasts. She tried not to sigh in contentment.  She could feel the uncomfortable stickiness drying up as the cold air swirled around her hot flesh.  Goosebumps rose all over her skin and her nipples hardened from the chill.  She leaned backwards, propping herself with both hands to let the machine do its work.  

My husband always thought this was cute, she thought.  He would catch her like this, usually naked and take it for an invitation.  “Look how stiff your nipples are.” He’d say flicking them with his finger.  “You must be super horny.” Whether she was or not, he’s lick and caresses her breasts, work his way down between her legs and bury his tongue in her snatch.  She could feel her pussy throb at the memory.  She missed him so much. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe he was gone.  And thinking about him was making her horny.  Ah well, there wasn’t much she could do about it.  There was no man in her life now.  On the other hand, there was a man in her room.  She looked over once again to stare at Ichigo’s well muscled back.  Naughty thoughts began to percolate through her mind.  A young stud like him could probably go all night. Without really thinking about it, indecent fantasies began to dance in her head.  

“Ichigo-chan” She could see herself cooing seductively. “Why don’t you take a break?”

Ichigo turned around, took one look at her…and promptly freaked out!

“Unagiya!  What the hell are you doing!?”

Oh crap! She thought.  Did I say that out loud? She quickly pulled her shirt down and got off the bed.  Ichigo’s eyes stayed locked on her chest.  Glancing down, she saw why.  Bra-less, her nipples were poking out from the thin cloth of her t-shirt.  She hastily covered herself with her hands.

“It, it, it’s not what you think.” She stammered.  “Let’s...let’s just get back to work.”

“I don’t think I can do that now.” He replied as he edged towards the door.

“Don’t go Ichigo-chan.” She begged. “I need you.”

His eyes widened in shock. “What!? Just what the hell do you take me for?”

She shook her head.  “No, no, I didn’t mean it that way.  I…I…” She put down her head and sighed.  “You’re right Ichigo.  We can’t get any more work done tonight.  Go home and tomorrow I’ll have your severance pay ready.”

“OK.” Ichigo slowly replied. “I’m…I’m sorry this didn’t work out.”

She sadly nodded, her eyes locked on the floor.  “I’m sorry too.  Goodbye.”

“Yeah.” He said turning away. “Goodbye.”

He was halfway out the door when he heard her begin to cry.  Turning back, he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands.  Her body shook as she tried to control herself, tried to keep it all in.  

“Unigaya-san?” Ichigo said.

That did it.  Ikumi began crying freely, rocking back and forth while she hid her face.

“I’m sorry.” She sobbed. “I’m so ashamed.  I didn’t mean it.  It’s just I was so lonely and I wasn’t thinking and, and, I didn’t know I said that out loud and I’m so, so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, it’s OK.” Ichigo said rushing to stand before her.  “Weird stuff happens.  I understand that.”

Not sure if he should, he clumsily pulled her close to comfort her.  She took her hands from her face to hold him, her tears making his shirt wet again.  

“Tell you what.” He proposed. “We’ll knock off tonight, I’ll come back to tomorrow and we’ll pretend the whole thing never happened.  That sound good?”

“Yes.” She agreed.  “That sounds good.”

“All right then.” He concurred.

He didn’t mean to kiss her.  He only meant to let her know that he understood before he left.  Gently lifting her face towards him, he saw so much emotion in her tear filled eyes, so much shame, and sadness and loneliness, it seemed only natural to bend down and try to kiss the pain away.  Even then, he was only thinking of a quick, friendly peck, then backing off.  As soon as their lips touched, he realized that wasn’t going to happen.  She was a tightly wound spring of emotion.  She grabbed the back of his head like a drowning woman, pushing her tongue into his mouth.  Her hunger for intimacy and need for release made her kisses fierce and urgent. He knew he should break it off, that he was taking advantage of a distraught widow. He kept thinking he would stop her.  Just not right now.  In another moment.  It felt good, she smelled amazing, she tasted sweet and hot.  Surely a few seconds more wouldn’t hurt?  

He started a bit when he felt her hand fumbling at his crotch.  Clumsily pulling down his zipper one-handed, she shoved her hand into his pants, fishing around for his stiff, eager dick.  After some awkward fumbling, she managed to tug the elastic waistband down and pull his hard on out from his open fly.  Pre-cum was already dripping from the tip as she began to stroke him hard and fast, her own lust and frustration fueling her actions.  Ichigo broke off the kiss to arch his back, moaning and gasping from her passionate handjob.  Ikumi grinned in feral joy.  Her long sexual fast was finally over.  She was going to enjoy every second.  Grabbing Ichigo’s ass, she buried her face in his crotch, inhaling his musky scent.

“I missed this smell.” She growled. “And I missed this taste.”

Before Ichigo could ask what she meant, she wrapped her mouth around his hard on, her tongue caressing the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down.  Part of her felt ashamed for seducing a teenager, but it was overridden by her long denied appetite.  She’d had too many nights staring at the ceiling missing her husband, using her fingers as a substitute for a real man.  She couldn’t take it anymore.  She was going to take full advantage of the opportunity before her.  

Ichigo buried his hands in her hair, all thoughts of stopping driven from his mind by the incredible sensation of her mouth.   Ikumi worked him like a pro, teasing his slit with the tip of her tongue, then sucking and caressing his balls in her mouth while she jerked him off.  She could hear his grunts coming faster and rising in pitch as she brought him to the edge.

“That’s enough.” She announced. “I want you inside me now!”

Standing up she frantically worked to take off her pants.  Ichigo stood gawking while she revealed her hairy pussy, wide hips and long legs before him.  

“Take off yours too!” She ordered.

He struggled to comply, unbuckling his belt and pushing them down.  She was too impatient.  This was taking too long!  Kneeling on the floor, she grabbed each pant lag by the cuff and yanked them off his legs.  Standing up, she grabbed Ichigo by his shirt and pulled him on top of her falling on the bed.  Once again, they explored each other’s mouths while Ichigo pushed her shirt up to fondle her magnificent breasts.  He pinched and rolled her hard nipples, making her moan.  These turned into cries of pleasure when he sucked and teased them.  Wordlessly, she grabbed his erection to guide him in.  He had to restrain himself from thrusting with all he had when he felt her tight wetness enfold him.  Slowly, he worked his hips back and forth, using her sighs and groans as his guide.

“So good.” She crooned.  “It’s been so long.  You’re so good Ichigo.”

He moved faster and faster, matching his thrusts to her rocking hips.  Ikumi reveled in the physical intimacy she’s badly missed.  She dug her fingers into the flesh of his back and locked her legs around him.  Her cries grew louder and stronger.  Feeling her orgasm building, she began to scream in his ear! Ichigo looked at her in alarm, but saw nothing but enjoyment and satisfaction on her face. Giving an internal shrug, he continued thrusting inside, her wailing urging him on.  

“AAAHHHH!” She yowled. “AAAAHHH YESSS! AAAAHHHH FFUUUCK!!!”

“Mom!?” Kaoru yelled.  “Mom, is that you?  Are you OK?”

“Shit!” She cursed.  Kaoru was awake!  The thin plywood doors of the apartment did little to muffle the noise.  It must have disturbed him.  Shoving Ichigo off, she dashed over to get her robe off the hook.  Frantically tying it on, she gestured for Ichigo to hide himself.  He hit the floor behind the bed, feeling ridiculous.  Ikumi opened the door.

“Hi honey.” She said. “Is something wrong?”

“I heard you shouting Mommy.” He explained. “It woke me up.  Did you hurt yourself?”

“Hurt myself?  Um, yeah.” She answered. “I was working on the records and I stubbed my toe.  I’m fine sweetheart, you can go back to sleep.”

“Are you sure?” He pressed. “You were yelling an awful lot.”

“I’m sure.” She assured him.  “Now I still have a lot of work to do, so go back to bed and I’ll see you in the morning.”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and sent him on his way.  Ichigo got up from his hiding place.

“Well, I guess that’s it then.” He said hunting around for his pants.  “I’d better go home.”

“That is not it.” She argued whipping off her robe. “I’m not finished yet, and I know you’re not.”

Indeed, Ichigo’s erection hadn’t faded in the least while he was waiting for her son to go away.  Even if it had, the sight of her naked body was more than enough to stiffen it.  

“So you’re going to be quiet now?” He asked.

She shook her head.  “I can’t help it.  Once I get going, I can’t stop myself.”

“Then I don’t see how we can keep going.” He complained. “If you’re going to be loud, you’re just going to wake your kid up again.”

“We’ll do it like this.” She explained crawling on the bed.  Now on all fours, she turned back to face him.

“Come on.  Mount me.” She ordered.

“I don’t see how doing it doggy style will help.” He said.

“You’ll see.” She told him.  “Now do it.  Hurry up.”

Curious, Ichigo crawled up behind her.  He certainly was read for more and her round, full ass looked very inviting. Grabbing her hips, he slipped his dick back inside, glad to feel her tight pussy gripping him again.  He pumped his hips, slowly, than faster, entranced by the ripples moving through her flesh when their bodies slapped together.  He began to get a little worried when she started making noise. Her whimpers turned to moans.  She began to rock her body backwards in time with his thrusts making him go deeper and faster.  ‘Forgive me husband’, she thought, guilt staining her gratification.  ‘I still miss you, but this boy is so much better in bed!’ Just when Ichigo thought she was going to scream again, she buried her face in her pillow.  Her shouts and cries could hardly be heard.  There was no way Kaoru would interrupt them again.  Finally able to relax, Ichigo concentrated on pleasing his partner, his hands roaming her magnificent body, stroking and teasing her most sensitive areas.  Even with the pillow her shrieks of ecstasy were getting loud.  

Ichigo could feel his climax building and building until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I...I’m cumming!” He gasped.

He could feel her tighten around him in response.  He moaned as he shot his load inside her. She arched her back and howled, her orgasm shaking her body.  They stayed locked in position, straining against each other while the waves of pleasure washed over them.  At last, Ikumi’s legs collapsed.  She lay on the bed quivering from the aftershocks.  Ichigo gently rolled her over and lay next to her, taking her in his arms and bathing in the afterglow.

“That was amazing.” She breathed in his ear.  “I haven’t felt like that in a long time.”

Ichigo’s response was to kiss her, tenderly and deeply.  He knew he should feel guilty for what he did, that there could never be a real relationship between them.  There was too much of a difference between them, in age, in situation and in other ways.  He was glad he could ease her loneliness, but this could only be a one time thing.

“Ikumi,” He began. “About, um, this, I think…”

“Mommy!” Kaoru wailed outside. “I heard you yelling again!”

“Dammit!” Ikumi whispered. “Quick, you hide again.  I’ll take him to his room and read him a story.  You sneak out while I keep him distracted.”

“OK.” Ichigo agreed.  “Now about what we just did…”

“No time for that now.” She answered putting her robe on again.  “We’ll talk about that later.  Don’t worry, you really were great.”

“Mommy!” Kaoru whined as he pounded on the door.

“Gotta go.” She said as she went to the door.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.  I think I’m going to need you to work late again.”

Giving him a wink, she ducked outside to deal with her son.  Befuddled, Ichigo sat on the edge of the bed.

“What have I got myself into now?”
Art trade with :iconkatzueki: .  He wanted a story to illustrate this image of Unagiya Ikumi. 

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Unagiya Ikumi by katzueki
  I don't think there's enough art of her.  I was glad to make this small contribution. 
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ChikaraRyoku Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2016
amazing work
story kept me captivated from start to finish
had a feeling Karou would hear them

so, ichigo doesn't only have a high growth rate in spiritual matters
by physical intimacies as well
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pehpig Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Glad you liked it. :D  When Katzueki asks for a trade, he give me a drawing he's done and tells me what kind of scenario he wants.  Then its just a matter of explaining how the character got to where we see them in the picture and how they moved on from there to the desired conclusion. 

Ichigo has always been shown as being a natural athlete who picks up skills on the fly.  I'm sure that talent will carry over into the bedroom. :laughing:
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ChikaraRyoku Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2016
I see
I once did a point commissions for him about Unohana
that was fun

yeah, that's true
so, last time it was Unohana, this time Unagiya
who will be next?
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pehpig Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I won't spoil it for you, but I will say I find it challenging.  I find the hard part about erotic fiction is keeping it from being repetitive.  I'm sure people will notice a pattern story after story, so I try to keep things fresh and different.  It'll probably be a couple of weeks.
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ChikaraRyoku Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2016
well, so long as ichigo's the only guy, there's only so much he can do on his own

whoever's next, looking forward to it
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