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My First Affair
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My First Affair I finished my first meeting with the Japanese businessmen, and went to my hotel room. It was 5 o'clock Tokyo time. I had high hopes for this deal, but you just couldn't tell when negotiating with Japanese businessmen. They refuse to be rushed or pushed, and would remain non committal until the very end. Our first meeting had mostly consisted of formal introductions and tea. They are so old school and formal, I noted. I decided to leave my hotel room and take a tour around the city. Hailing a taxi I asked the driver to take me to the most happening area in the city. Looking at my surroundings, I decided that being an American by himself in a strange city that I shouldn't venture out alone. I stayed in the cab looking out the window as we passed countless modern brightly lit skyscrapers and underneath a large . The streets were lined with garish neon signs of every bright color imaginable. A young man on a bicycle gave me the finger as we drove past him. Everywhere were groups of teens and young adults stylishly dressed and without exception toying with an electronic device. We drove through an area of video billboards advertising nude Japanese women with come hither smiles. It was a strange landscape of traditional culture overlaid with a bastardized layer of ephemeral, modern, digitized pop culture. It all gave me a slightly disturbing feeling. I wondered where the world was headed in the digital age. It seemed to me that the rate of change itself was increasing. Almost like the world wasn't progressing at a human scale and pace any longer but was being forced to adapt to an alien pace or be left behind. Back at the hotel I tipped my cab driver and returned to my room.wooden sculpture of a spider that gave the area an ominous feel. My driver was ambivalent about whether or not I should venture out alone. I took this as a subtle nod and continued to pay him to drive me around. I lay on my bed wondering how Chastity and the were doing, making a note to call them at a reasonable hour. Turning on the TV I channel surfed the entire network finding nothing of interest. I finally settled on a national geographic special about Pandas. While watching TV I heard a soft knock at the door. I went to the door and asked who was there. "Room service." said a young girly sounding voice with a Japanese accent. " What???," I thought and opened the door. Lets just say that the sight that greeted me was unlike anything I could have imagined or prepared myself for ahead of time . I stood there speechless for a moment. "Compliments of Mr. Yamamoto," stated the same sweet earnest voice. Standing before me was a perfect hentai porn princess. She was extending to me the business card of one of the Japanese businessmen I'd met with earlier in the day. She was an exquisite, Japanese, Barbie doll, femme fatale, dressed in a short plaid schoolgirl skirt, with a white button down dress shirt. The shirt was threatening to pop it's buttons from the pressure of her full breasts that it struggled to contain. She was tiny but perfectly and voluptuously proportioned. She wore white thigh high stockings and extremely tall platform heels. She was obviously squeaky clean, healthy, and pretty in that perky Japanese way. Her smile was large and sincere, and showcased rows of perfect pearly teeth. Her delicate, triangular shaped face was balanced by a full forehead of dark, straight across bangs with pigtails on each side of her head. Small, satiny red, bows were tied onto the ends of her pigtails. Her face possessed the perfectly blended, but unsettling qualities of innocence and cruelty. She had disarmingly cute dimples with an underlying tone of steeliness. I could put my hands around her waist and touch fingertips. She can't possibly be legal! This is a bad joke, I thought. I looked up and down the hall half expecting to see pranksters laughing and pointing, but the hall was empty. "How old are you? " I demanded. "Oh I assure you that I'm legal, licensed and bonded," she chirped in decent enough English. I just stared, open mouthed. “There must be some mistake,” I said,” I didn't order anything.” "No you misunderstand," she said, “I'm your gift for the night from Mr. Yamamoto. You can use me however you please," she sounded like a chipper Brownie selling Girl Scout cookies, offering different flavors.. “Can I please come in?” "I can't , I mean I don't think that's such a good idea," I stammered. "But mister Yamamoto will be highly offended if you don't accept his gift. I will probably be fired from my job," she lamented as she began to cry. “I don't understand, don't you find me attractive? I'm a very high end escort. I'm considered one of the cutest and most expertly trained in Tokyo. I come from a long line of famous geishas. Mr. Yamamoto must think highly of you to spend so much money.” My heart was pounding. I couldn't think straight. what should I do? “OK come in for just a little while and we'll just talk.” “No, there are certain things I'm required to do to fulfill my contract. I'm yours for the entire night.” I glanced at my watch seeing that it was only 9 pm "What kind of things," I questioned? "Like massage," she said cheerily. I thought for a moment and decided that I could use a massage. " OK but massage only," I reminded her. "Please remove all your clothes and lie face down on the bed," she commanded in the cute voice and tone of a little girl play acting like an adult. "Why do I have to be nude”, I wondered aloud. "Have you never had a massage? All massages are done in the nude. It's all very professional," she assured him. I removed all my clothing while she dimmed the lights and put on some ethereal Japanese elevator music. I tried to close my eyes and relax as I waited. “What's your name anyway?" I asked. " Tiger cub," she replied, "great, mines Jace, but can I just call you tiger?" "Yes, or anything else, you can curse and demean me if you'd like or I can demean and dominate you if that's what you desire", she offered. "No just the massage, then you've got to leave!” "If you send me away before morning then Mr. Yamamoto will be greatly offended!" Tiger warned him. “Just massage me,” I said wearily. Tiger went to the bathroom for a couple of minutes and returned with her long black wavy hair hanging down loosely and just covering her nipples. She was totally nude. Pouring oil onto her palms she rubbed them together briskly warming the oil. She climbed onto the bed straddling and sitting on my nude buttocks as she spread the warm oil onto my back with firm fluid strokes. I sucked in my breath realizing that Tiger was totally nude also. Her naked flesh felt so warm, supple and inviting against his. The strange Japanese techno music gave me the feeling that I was inside some kind of video game. This isn't right, I thought, as I imagined my beautiful loving and faithful wife waiting at home for me. God, Tigers hands felt so good as she worked all the tension out of my back, arms legs and buttocks. The fragrance of some exotic herb tantalized me. I realized that it was Tiger. She seemed to exude it from her pores. She massaged my back for over an hour. I had lost all track of time and was in a trancelike state when Tiger asked me to please turn over. I suddenly realized that I couldn't . ‘Don't be embarrassed Jace, It happens all the time, please just turn over.” I sleepily complied rolling over onto his back. “Oh Jace, there's no need to be embarrassed , that is a very nice hardon, she complimented, as she climbed onto my body, sitting her juicy warmth directly against my raging erection while warming more lotion between her palms. “This can't be happening,” I moaned, as my eyes adjusted, and I gazed upon the girl seated firmly on my groin. She looked even better nude. Her hip to waist to chest ratio was off the charts. Her breasts were flawless and perky, and she had an incredibly erotic navel. "Just relax Jace. Everything will be alright, you will see," Tiger said, with a professionally reassuring tone. I didn't realize it at the time, but a Japanese geisha isn't primarily a high class . She is trained from birth to make a man feel as if his feet aren't quite touching the ground. She is taught to anticipate every possible need, and desire before the man even thinks about them himself. She is to serve, smooth, soothe and satisfy him in every way. The ultimate goal is to make the man feel like he is experiencing heaven on earth as he walks on clouds! That's not the problem, everything would be a lot better than alright, I thought as I fought the overwhelming urge to grab Tiger by her small waist and impale her deeply. Tiger proceeded to tease and<b> torture </font></b>me, massaging me sensuously while her breasts jiggled invitingly and her body squirmed all over my manhood without it ever entering her. She raised up and was about to grasp my tool when I jumped up and said “I can't do this Tiger! I'm going to bed.” I climbed safely under the covers, and pulled them over my head while tiger left for the bathroom again. When she returned I was on my side, facing the wall . She slid under the covers behind me, spooning, and perfectly contouring herself to my body. She laid her head against mine while she put her arm around me, and whispered softly in my ear. “It will be fine you will see,” she said softly stroking my hair. I was aroused beyond words. Her warm smooth flesh, gentle touch and intoxicatingly erotic smell were all conspiring to wear me down. Tiger cub carefully lifted the covers and dropped them on the floor. I didn't resist as she turned me onto my back she straddled me in reverse cowgirl position, took my tortured tool and pressed it deeply inside her body. I didn't know what I felt anymore. The whole scenario was totally surreal and outside my frame of reference and experience. Ahhh, I exhaled, as my resistance faded, and I plunged deeply into my willing Asian treat. She tugged firmly against my rigid tool like hot wet silk as we arched, and bucked together in sexual abandon . Both of my hands were on her hips as I drove home, again and again. She squealed throwing her hair back, bucking and grinding against me with her jiggly bottom. Physically I was totally present as the incredible movements of my highly trained Geisha flooded my body with intense pleasure. Mentally my world was in slow motion. I struggled to form the bare essence of a coherent thought, but found myself unable to do anything, but moan and groan. I slowly realized that she was the ultimate she devil. She was carefully trained in the arts of seduction that had been refined, and passed down from countless generations of famous Geishas. I never stood a chance! Sensing I was about to blow, Tiger feverishly rubbed herself, managing to come almost in unison with me . I pulsated and spasmed filling her as she screamed and came jerkily, lustily riding my bull till she drained me. “I told you everything would be fine.” She managed to squeeze the words out between gasps. I was troubled and struggling with guilt as Tiger lay peacefully sleeping on my chest. I couldn't deny that she was special and the "massage" was incredible. I dutifully and profusely thanked Mr. Yamamoto. Tiger kept her job and Mr. Yamamoto was pleased. |
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