Shiho Nishizumi | Girls And Panzer

The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the Nishizumi dojo, painting the polished wooden floors with a warm, ethereal glow. Shiho Nishizumi, her elegant kimono a deep indigo, stood by the open shoji screen, her gaze fixed on the setting sun. A gentle breeze, carrying the faint scent of cherry blossoms, rustled her dark, lustrous hair, framing her face with an aura of serene beauty. She was a woman accustomed to command, her posture always radiating a quiet authority, yet tonight, a subtle tremor of anticipation ran through her. Her heart, usually so steady, beat a little faster as she awaited her guest, a guest who had, over the past few months, become far more than just an acquaintance.

Her thoughts drifted to the woman who was soon to arrive. A woman whose sharp intellect and equally sharp wit had initially intrigued Shiho, but whose warmth and undeniable passion had, in time, captivated her completely. This woman, a fellow commander in the world of Sensha-do, shared a unique understanding with Shiho, a bond forged not just on the battlefield of simulated combat, but in the quiet moments stolen between intense training sessions. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, the air was thick with an unspoken promise, a deepening of their connection that went far beyond strategic discussions.

The soft click of the gate being opened announced her arrival. Shiho turned, a faint, knowing smile gracing her lips. There she stood, silhouetted against the twilight sky, her own presence commanding yet imbued with a playful energy that always managed to disarm Shiho. Her eyes, bright and intelligent, met Shiho’s, and in that shared glance, a universe of unspoken desires passed between them. The woman, let’s call her Aiko, was a vision, her movements fluid and graceful as she approached. Shiho’s gaze lingered on Aiko’s figure, appreciating the confident stride, the subtle curves hinted at beneath her elegant attire. Shiho felt a familiar heat bloom in her chest, a warmth that had nothing to do with the setting sun.

“Shiho,” Aiko’s voice was a low, melodic contralto, a sound that always sent a shiver down Shiho’s spine. “I hope I’m not too late.”

“Not at all, Aiko-san,” Shiho replied, her voice soft but resonant. She gestured for Aiko to enter. “Please, come in. The tea is ready.”

As they moved deeper into the dojo, the scent of jasmine tea mingled with the lingering fragrance of cherry blossoms. They sat opposite each other, the low table between them a silent witness to the burgeoning intimacy. Aiko’s eyes, dark and expressive, held a playful spark that made Shiho’s breath catch. She noticed the way Aiko’s fingers, long and slender, toyed with the delicate porcelain cup, a subtle gesture that nonetheless conveyed a tremor of nervousness, or perhaps, excitement.

“You seem… particularly radiant tonight, Shiho-san,” Aiko commented, her gaze unwavering. “Is there something special about this evening?”

Shiho’s heart gave a small leap. “Perhaps,” she murmured, her gaze meeting Aiko’s directly. “Perhaps it’s the company.” She allowed her eyes to trace the line of Aiko’s jaw, the soft curve of her lips. Aiko’s blush was a delightful sight, a delicate rose tint spreading across her cheeks. Shiho found herself wanting to reach out, to trace that blush with her fingertips, to feel the warmth of her skin.

The conversation flowed easily, touching upon shared memories of Sensha-do battles, the strategic nuances of their respective tanks, but beneath the surface of their words, a different kind of dialogue was unfolding. A dialogue of longing glances, of lingering touches, of the palpable awareness of each other’s presence. Shiho found herself constantly drawn to Aiko’s expressiveness, the way her eyes would widen with amusement or soften with a deeper emotion. She noticed the subtle shift in Aiko’s breathing, the almost imperceptible quickening of her pulse as their hands brushed while reaching for the tea. Shiho’s own breath hitched.

The sun had fully set now, and the soft glow of paper lanterns cast a warm, intimate light on their faces. The air felt charged, heavy with unspoken desires. Shiho rose, her movements deliberate, and walked towards the tatami mats, her gaze never leaving Aiko’s. “The evening is still young, Aiko-san,” she said, her voice a silken whisper. “Would you care to… continue our discussion in a more private setting?”

Aiko’s smile widened, a promise in its depths. She rose as well, her movements mirroring Shiho’s grace. “I would be honored, Shiho-san,” she replied, her voice husky with anticipation.

Shiho led Aiko to a more secluded area of the dojo, a room usually reserved for private meditation. Here, the atmosphere was even more intimate, the silence broken only by the gentle rustle of silk and the quiet, rapid beat of two hearts. Shiho turned to face Aiko, the dim light softening the edges of her features, making her even more breathtaking. Her own kimono, a deep, rich indigo, seemed to absorb the shadows, accentuating her pale, smooth skin. She reached out, her fingers gently tracing the delicate curve of Aiko’s collarbone, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin.

Aiko’s breath hitched as Shiho’s touch lingered. She leaned into the caress, her eyes closing for a brief moment, savoring the sensation. “Shiho…” she breathed, her voice a mere whisper. “You’re beautiful.”

“And you, Aiko-san,” Shiho replied, her gaze sweeping over Aiko’s face, her lips. “Are… captivating.” She leaned closer, her lips hovering just above Aiko’s. The scent of Aiko’s perfume, a subtle floral note, filled Shiho’s senses, intoxicating her. The air crackled with unspoken desire, the space between them shrinking with every passing second.

Their lips met, tentatively at first, then with a growing urgency. It was a kiss that had been building for weeks, a culmination of stolen glances and whispered conversations. Shiho’s lips were soft yet firm, her kiss deepening, exploring the contours of Aiko’s mouth. Aiko responded with an equal fervor, her hands finding their way to Shiho’s waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing together. The silk of their kimonos rustled, a soft counterpoint to the growing urgency of their breaths. Shiho deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing with Aiko’s, a passionate exploration that left them both breathless.

Shiho broke the kiss, her chest heaving, her eyes, dark with desire, locked on Aiko’s. “Aiko-san,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “I… I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Aiko’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears of pure joy and longing. “And I, you, Shiho. More than you know.” She reached up, her fingers threading through Shiho’s dark hair, pulling her closer again. “Don’t stop.”

Their lips met once more, this time with a raw, uninhibited passion. Shiho’s hands moved, her fingers caressing Aiko’s back, tracing the elegant lines of her form. The elegant silk of their kimonos became a barrier, one they were both eager to shed. With a shared understanding, they began to unfasten the sashes, the delicate fabric sliding away, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. Shiho’s eyes widened slightly as Aiko’s kimono fell away, her gaze immediately drawn to the generous curve of her breasts, her nipples hardening into delicate peaks against the soft moonlight filtering through the shoji screens. Shiho’s breath hitched. Aiko was magnificent.

Shiho, in turn, let her own kimono fall, revealing her own ample bosom, her nipples, darker and already erect, inviting Aiko’s touch. Aiko gasped, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to caress Shiho’s breasts, her touch reverent yet full of desire. Shiho moaned softly, leaning into Aiko’s touch. “You’re so beautiful, Aiko-san,” she whispered, her voice raspy with arousal. “So full…”

Aiko’s fingers, emboldened by Shiho’s reaction, moved to caress Shiho’s nipples, her thumbs tracing their sensitive peaks, eliciting a soft cry of pleasure from Shiho. Shiho’s hands were not idle; they moved down Aiko’s body, her fingers tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her belly, before settling lower, exploring the warm, wet heat between her thighs. Aiko gasped, arching into her touch, her breath coming in ragged pants.

“Oh, Shiho…” Aiko moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. “You know exactly what I want.”

Shiho’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “I believe I do.” She leaned down, her mouth finding Aiko’s swollen clitoris, her tongue teasing and tasting, sending waves of pure pleasure through Aiko’s body. Aiko cried out, her fingers gripping Shiho’s hair, pulling her closer. Shiho continued her ministrations, her tongue working wonders, exploring every sensitive inch, bringing Aiko closer and closer to the precipice. Aiko’s body trembled, her moans growing louder, more desperate, until she finally cried out, her climax washing over her in a glorious, pulsing wave. Shiho held her, her lips still pressed against Aiko’s sweet flesh, until the last tremors subsided.

When Aiko’s breathing finally evened out, she opened her eyes, tears of ecstasy streaming down her cheeks. “Shiho… that was… incredible.” She looked at Shiho, her gaze filled with adoration. “But… there’s more I want, if you’re willing.”

Shiho’s lips curved into a tender smile. “Always, Aiko-san. Always.” She helped Aiko to lie back on the soft tatami mats, her own body trembling with anticipation. She knelt between Aiko’s legs, her gaze filled with a mixture of desire and devotion. She looked at the soft, yielding flesh of Aiko’s anus, the tiny knot of pleasure that beckoned her. Aiko watched her, her eyes wide with a mixture of vulnerability and eager anticipation.

“Are you ready, my dear?” Shiho whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. Aiko nodded, her lips parting in a silent breath. Shiho’s fingers, slick with Aiko’s juices, gently probed the entrance, slowly, patiently. Aiko’s muscles clenched at first, a natural resistance, but as Shiho’s touch became more practiced, more knowing, she began to relax, to yield. Shiho continued to work her fingers in, her touch firm yet gentle, her movements slow and deliberate, preparing Aiko for what was to come. Aiko let out a soft moan, her hips instinctively tilting upwards, a silent invitation.

“Open for me,” Shiho whispered, her breath caressing Aiko’s ear. She withdrew her fingers, and then, with a gentle push, began to slide her tongue between Aiko’s lips, tasting the sweet, musky scent. Aiko cried out again, her body arching as Shiho’s tongue meticulously explored her anus, licking and teasing, sending jolts of pleasure through her entire body. Shiho was an artist, her movements deliberate, her touch knowing, eliciting gasps and moans from Aiko.

When Shiho felt Aiko was ready, she positioned herself. She looked into Aiko’s eyes, seeing the raw desire reflected there. “Now,” she whispered, her voice laced with a possessiveness that made Aiko’s heart pound. She began to push gently, her body entering Aiko’s in a slow, agonizingly pleasurable rhythm. Aiko’s muscles clenched around Shiho’s thick shaft, a tight, delicious embrace. Shiho groaned, the sensation overwhelming. She continued to move, her hips finding a steady rhythm, each thrust sending deeper waves of pleasure through both of them. Aiko’s hands found Shiho’s hips, guiding her, urging her deeper, her moans a constant symphony of pleasure.

“Oh, Shiho… yes…” Aiko panted, her body slick with sweat. “Don’t stop… please, don’t stop…”

Shiho’s face was a mask of pure pleasure, her dark eyes blazing. “Never,” she vowed, her voice rough with exertion. She thrust deeper, faster, her body slick with sweat, the scent of their mingled arousal filling the air. The sounds of their lovemaking, the wet slaps of their bodies, the rhythmic gasps and moans, echoed through the dojo, a testament to their shared passion. Shiho felt herself nearing the edge, the intensity of their union pushing her closer and closer.

With a final, deep thrust, Shiho cried out, her body coming undone in a torrent of pleasure. She collapsed onto Aiko, their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged. Aiko held her, stroking her hair, her own body still tingling from the intensity of their encounter. The silence that followed was filled with a profound sense of peace and contentment.

Later, as they lay entwined on the tatami mats, their bodies still slick with sweat, Shiho gently traced the curve of Aiko’s cheek. “That was… everything I’d hoped for,” she whispered, her voice still a little hoarse. Aiko turned her head, her eyes meeting Shiho’s, filled with a deep, unwavering love. “And more, Shiho,” she replied, her voice soft. “So much more.”

Shiho leaned in, kissing Aiko’s forehead. “Sleep now, my love,” she murmured. “Tomorrow, we’ll plan our next battle. And perhaps… our next private rendezvous.” Aiko smiled, a sleepy, content smile, and snuggled closer into Shiho’s embrace. The scent of jasmine and cherry blossoms, now mingled with the intoxicating aroma of their shared passion, filled the air as they drifted off to sleep, their hearts intertwined, their bodies sated, their souls deeply connected.