Part one can be viewed here
http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=18580.0Cherry Blossom Lane.....Sam woke at 6 am. The whiskey hadn't made its way to his head, so it was definitely not a competitor to his usual tipple. He sat naked on the futon the laptop between his legs. He continued to write his piece for the magazine; it wasn't word perfect but he had to get the thoughts of the night before down while they were still fresh. These thoughts were his tourist thoughts, not his sexual ones, the ones of pure lust for a young woman called Akimo. From the first moment in Ayemeko’s home he had wanted her. Was it lust, though? Sam shook his head, returning back to the moment in hand. He closed down the laptop; it was 9.15am. He planned to go to the Cherry Blossom viewing. He thought it was an apt 'date' to escort Akimo to. He made a brief call to Kikuyu, asking her for directions to the okiya.
Sam wore a tight fitting t-shirt, khaki in colour, and a pair of calf-length beige trousers. In his hand was a bouquet of iris. He wasn't aware that Ayemeko, who the flowers were for, was named after the iris. He rang the bell at the front of the okiya. Ayemeko called Akimo to the main room of the Okiya. Sam entered, bowing as he presented the flowers to Ayemeko as a gift of thanks for the night before. His smile told Akimo he was happy to see her.
"I would like to take Akimo to the Cherry Blossom viewing." He could hear soft laughter in the background – the other geisha and maiko finding it all very amusing. Ayemeko nodded her approval. Akimo took tentative steps towards Sam, bowing to greet him.
Akimo held open an umbrella, blue in colour with orchids delicately painted in a soft white. This would protect her skin from the sun. She walked slowly beside Sam as they made their way to the train station taking them to Temmabashi area.
"Thank you for last night," he made an attempt to break the slightly awkward silence.
"You're welcome," she replied.
The conversation started to flow easier after this. Her grasp of the English language was excellent. Sam realised, as he walked with the beautiful geisha, that it was something to behold; the attention she held was phenomenal. The tourists took photographs at any given moment.
The train journey was brief. The time seemed to go so quickly. He wondered was it because it was his last full day in Japan or the fact that he knew his day with Akimo would just vanish. He enjoyed her conversation; she was quite the young lady. Her knowledge of western culture amazed him. She had heard of Oasis and Razorlight.
"I am not living in the confines of a prison," she laughed. "Western people have this idea that geisha are living the life of the predecessors." Sam was being told in no uncertain terms she was a well-educated young woman, even for her years. The age gap concerned him slightly. "We have our traditional values, we have entered the okiya by choice, but this does not mean I cannot enjoy my life."
Sam apologised. "Forgive me, I have been quite arrogant."
The short stroll to the entrance of Cherry Blossom Lane had certainly broken the ice. They were on an even keel. He was infatuated with her beauty, her intelligence, her grandeur. The surroundings were fitting for this wondrous creature he was slowly falling in love with; or had he fallen already? The cherry blossoms bloomed in abundance, the varieties too many to count.
Their date was interrupted by an elderly American couple. "May we have our photograph taken with you?" the man asked, forcing the camera into Sam’s hand before she could say yes. "It’s our wedding anniversary, we’re 40 years married."
The wife proceeded to shout "CHEESE."
Sam gave the camera back. Akimo laughed as the couple gave their gratitude verbally. They continued their leisurely stroll down the lane.
"I go back to England tomorrow," Sam announced. "Have you ever thought of visiting England?"
‘Oh where the hell did that come from?’ he thought. He started to get tongue-tied. He wanted to hold her in his arms, kiss her tender lips. He wanted to make love to her, not just fuck her, but caress her tenderly, savour every part of her. ‘How am I going to make this happen?’ His mind drew a blank. He wanted to be as respectful as he could possibly be to this wonderful quaint creature that walked beside him.
Akimo folded the parasol down. On her wrist a fan draped from a braided band. "What else would you like to do, Sam?"
How could he tell her what he wanted to do? "Would it be improper of me to ask you back to my hotel?" Akimo blushed, her sallow cheeks bloomed with embarrassment. "I apologise," Sam hastily mumbled.
"I would like that." Her reply stunned him momentarily.
Akimo's heart raced as they left the Cherry Blossom Lane. What was she thinking, what would 'Mother' say? It was too late, her heart was ruling her head. This man who she had only met the day before yesterday had not left her thoughts since she first saw him. This feeling was new to her. She wasn't naive about how he felt, she could tell by the way he was so respectful towards her. It was her choice to accept the invitation back to the hotel.
Becoming one...He held the hotel room door open for her. She removed her geta sandals and placed them at the side of the door.
Akimo moved quickly to the window. "Oh my, I have never seen Osaka from this point of view," she exclaimed excitedly. "I can see the Tokyo Tower and Roppongi Hills." Her excitement showed him once again how young she was.
Sam placed her parasol on the suitcase stand and joined her at the window. Lifting his hand to her back, he reassured her that she would be all right. She turned to him. Sensing her nervousness, his hand rose to unpin the butterfly-draped clip from her dark tresses. Akimo’s hair flowed down to the small of her back. As she looked up, his hand touched her cheek. They didn't speak a word. She closed her eyes and took an intake of breath as his lips met hers. The kiss was gentle. She smiled as their lips parted.
She turned away from Sam. "Can you help me get out of this cumbersome gown?" He was only too pleased to assist. He carefully unwrapped the gift before him. That's how he felt, as his hand slipped the heavy material looped over itself. He placed the wide band of material down beside the parasol. He didn't want it to get damaged. Akimo stood before him, looking more relaxed now.
A knock on the door. Sam answered. He took the tray from the waiter. It held two glasses and a bottle of wine.
"Would you like a glass of wine, Akimo?" he asked, as he made his way back to her. Placing the tray down, he opened the bottle of Chardonnay, pouring it slowly into the glass. Akimo leaned forward, resting her hand on his. He stalled and looked at her. Her lips slowly turned into a sultry suggestive smile. Sam couldn't hold back. He held her chin up with his fingers. Seated, their height difference made little difference to them. She stood five foot two inches. His lips parted as he leaned into her smile. Her small but succulent lips engaged his. The kiss was soft and slow but full of intent and anticipation of what was to come. The mystery of this young woman was about to unfold in his hands.
Their heads tilted in almost identical movements. Sam opened his eyes, hers were closed. His tongue slowly emerged. He didn't want to rush her. She responded as he hoped. His hand moved a little on her covered leg. The speed of their intimacy hastened. He pulled slowly away. He looked at her and brushed the few stray locks of hair from her face. He kissed her forehead. "We don't have to go any further."
Akimo stood up and offered him her hand. He accepted it as her body gestured innocently that she wanted him. Sam towered over her by eight inches. He placed his hands on her shoulders as the kimono, the silk gown that covered her virgin body, slipped down her back and her arms. It fell away from her body. Sam’s hidden erection strained against his groin. The soft undergarment of the kimono, although not sexually appealing, only hid another layer of this beautiful creature.
The room was slightly in the shade; it was late afternoon and the sun was no longer at its best. It made the room more comfortable for them both. Sam had lost his virginity as an eighteen-year-old, a fumble in the dark. He wanted to ensure that Akimo remembered her first time as something special.
Sam stepped back away from Akimo. He offered his hands to her body to help her slowly remove the last layer of her clothing. The soft cloth revealed an image Sam would never forget. ‘She's perfect,’ he thought as his hands touched the soft skin. Sam’s eyes traced along the line over her collarbone, as they followed along the curve of her breasts. The small paunch of Akimo’s stomach and the shape of her hips showed Sam she was a woman, her pubic mound covered by a soft shade of chocolate coloured hair. As she stood with her thighs close together, the gentle curve of her calves was in proportion with the rest of this vision before him. Sam’s eyes had glanced down her body for only a brief minute. He lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Sam lay her gently down on top of the clean white linen, caressing Akimo’s face gently with his hand.
For her.... Akimo looked up at him as her head settled on the pillow. She wasn't nervous, knowing her body and mind wanted him. Sam undressed, lifting the t-shirt over his head. Akimo had never seen a man naked in the flesh before. His body was muscular. In a kneeling position, removing his trousers was not the easiest of ways but he managed.
His erection pressed against his stomach as he moved to lie down beside her. Sam looked at her, once again moving the hair from her face. He rested his head in his hand as he looked down the futon, slowly tracing his index finger around her face, fanning it out as it reached her neck, down onto her shoulder. He wanted to feel every inch of her. Feeling the rise of her breast as his hand moved lower, Sam’s eyes never left hers. Her firm nipple under his palm as it moved to cup her breast and as he leaned in to Akimo’s lips a kiss full of passion and haste amid the frantic movement of their tongues within each other’s mouths ensued. Sam moved his body gently onto hers. Akimo responded as she parted her legs as his hand moved over her breast, a finger circled the bobbled areola; together Sam’s thumb and index finger very gently squeezed her pert, erect nipple. The heat of their bodies as the kiss continued. Akimo’s moans escaped into his mouth in pleasure. Sam moved his hand lower as his rigid cock rested against her hip. He made himself familiar with her body, the puckering of her belly button, the slight curve of her stomach, the soft feel of her pubic hair.
He stopped there intentionally to concentrate more on their kiss. He wanted her to feel just right. His hands were almost motionless for a few moments.
Sam’s hand began to move again, fully flat, he pressed against her quim. The heel of his palm moved against her pubic bone as his fingers settled on her closed labia. Gently moving his finger into her lips, her moans became deeper.
His head now at Akimo’s chest as his lips moved around her erect nipple, his tongue flicked out, teasing it even more, as he kissed the softness of her skin. Sam’s finger felt the first rush of moistness to her labia. Sam eased into her hidden folds, gently fingering her. His head, now at her stomach, kissed his way down over her bellybutton onto the soft pubic hair. Slowly he moved his finger into her vagina, looking up to her face. Akimo’s eyes were closed; her fingers gripped the sheet as Sam moved his finger a little further in and began to slowly withdraw, then in again, her folds becoming wetter as he moved his position and crawled between her legs.
Sam’s tender lips kissed up along her thighs. She instinctively parted her legs wider as his fingers opened the light pinkness of the silky lips to his mouth. He nuzzled into her gently, Akimo cried out in pleasure as his tongue licked up to her clit. Akimo moved her knees upwards as he generously savoured her virgin bud. Sam’s mouth opened her like a lotus bloom, his tongue licked along the delicate petals between her legs. Akimo’s moistness was delicate to his palate. He moved his nose over her clit as his gentleness encouraged her touch her own body. Sam’s eyes peered up to her breasts. Her hands splayed in circles over her own beautiful form. Sam’s gentle touch became more urgent as his tongue folded as it pressed into her flower. Her murmurs deep, she clasped his hair in her palm. Sam, encouraged by her, forced his tongue into her further as he pressed his face harder into her mound. Her wetness covered his skin as he moved his face sideways, then back, up and down, nuzzling into her nectar. Akimo’s legs lifted from the bed onto his back as her first orgasm took hold of her body, shaking rigidly as her knees locked from the spasm engulfing her. Sam slowed to a stop, allowing her to relax as his face moved up towards her, licking his lips covered in her saltiness. His smile ensured her it was beautiful. His kiss was soft on her lips as her orgasm slowed from her body.
He lay beside her and held her close into his arms, pulling the loose cover from her movement; over them. Sam’s erection still throbbed against her. The moment was quiet, no need to speak.
For him.... Sam brushed his hand across Akimo’s temple, asking her "Are you alright?"
A tear escaped her dark sultry eyes. "Yes," she said quietly. Her face rose to his and she began to kiss him once again, the kiss more passionate than before, a need for him so evident now as Akimo’s hand ran down his back across his bottom. It gently squeezed him as she pulled Sam onto her. His heavy muscular frame lay on her petite body. His shaft rested against her virgin mound. His animal instincts briefly crossed his mind. ‘I could just fuck her there and then,’ he thought. Their kiss again frantic as they nipped each other’s lips, their tongues tentatively engaged in tune with each other’s senses. Sam sucked her tongue into his mouth, slowly wrestling with it as his body moved against hers. His cock rubbed up and down over her stomach, almost too much for him.
The cover fell from his back, breaking the kiss momentarily, moving away from her.
She sat up. "I have never seen a man naked before, Sam." Akimo’s innocence was endearing as her hand lowered to his anxious phallus.
The tip glistened with precum as she held him; feeling her uneasiness, he wrapped his hand around hers. Sam guided her along the full length of his shaft, closing his eyes as their hands stroked him in tandem. He leaned towards Akimo to kiss her, reassuring her she was doing it right for him. Her movements along his throbbing veins brought him so close, he slowed her hand and lay back down onto the pillow. His cock now stood upright. Akimo looked at him, then to Sam’s face. Under no direction, she moved her face towards his manhood, tucking her hair behind her ears. Sam closed his eyes as Akimo’s lips tipped his crown; his body arched uncontrollably, forcing him into her mouth. Sam realized this action would be a shock to her but she didn't waver as the smooth cavern of her mouth moved back off him. Gently her lips rubbed against the glans. Sam moaned deeply in pleasure.
Akimo was uneasy as she didn’t know if she was doing it right. She turned her head to look at him, Akimo looked into his eyes. Sam inhaled deeply as her mouth moved down him again. His eyes partially closed in ecstasy.
"Ohhhh fuck," escaped from his mouth. The powerful sensation of her teeth as they gently grazed along his thick rigid cock was too intense. Sam couldn't hold back anymore as he placed his hand on her head; his body spasmed in slow jerks as his cum left his cock, shooting into her mouth. Akimo pulled away, unsure of the feeling within her throat. Sam’s hand lowered to his erupting shaft. She watched with pleasure as he finished his release. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he bellowed. Sam lay sated on the cotton sheet; Akimo looked down to his face. He licked the cum from his hand and pulled her down to him. Sam kissed her once again; Akimo could taste him on his tongue.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Ssssshhh," his lips hushed her. They lay close together once again. He held her in his arms as the evening crept into the room. Sam ran his hands through her hair; gentle kisses once again reassured Akimo everything was all right. She brushed her fingers across his chest and listened as his breathing changed, his eyes were closed; he had fallen asleep. Akimo nuzzled into Sam and pulled the sheet over them. His arm held her close.
For them..... The light in the room had changed. Akimo woke suddenly, unsure of where she was. It was dark outside but the lights of downtown Osaka lit up the horizon. Sam stirred as he felt her move beside him. She smiled up at him.
"Hello." He kissed her. "Would you like a drink?" he asked. Sam threw back the sheet. She was beautiful. He kissed her again as he hoisted himself out of their 'bed.' Akimo laughed as he ran into the bathroom. "Are you hungry?" he called out.
"No, come back to bed."
He grabbed the untouched wine and glasses on his way back. He knelt down beside the futon; the tatami mat itched against his knees. Akimo sat up and held the glasses as he poured the wine.
"Will you be in trouble with Ayameko?" he asked.
She did not want to think about that right now. As she took a sip of the now slightly warm wine, she shook her head.
"Are you cold?" he was anxious, nervous almost. He had never made love to someone this much younger than him.
Once again Sam’s fingers found their way into her hair. He took her glass and placed it along with his on the floor. He playfully pushed her back down; his mouth eagerly kissed her. Akimo wrapped her legs tightly around his backside. Her arms draped around his back and held him close as he pressed against her. The only sound in the room was their breathing.
A solitary moment of unity between two people who loved each other. Sam’s eyes looked into hers as their bodies mutually caressed against each other. Sam’s chest rested on hers, as his cock lay against her mound. His soft chest hair stimulated her nipples, as Sam’s lips pressed firmly on Akimo’s. Their tongues found each other.
He longed to be inside her. As his knee parted hers, he raised himself upwards. A sense of nervousness surrounded her as Sam placed his cock against her soft supple lips. He gently nudged it against her. Akimo moaned lightly. He slowed. His fingers slipped under his shaft. She was moist, her body once again reacted to his touch. Her inner muscles clenched together. Sam lowered his head to her breast and as his mouth sucked on her succulent curves, her body arched up to meet him. Akimo wanted him too, this was her first time. Although she was nervous, she had no hesitation. Sam gripped his cock in his hand once again. The crown slid over her hard bud slowly teasing her, as Akimo’s need became more urgent as Sam rubbed harder against her clit. His legs akimbo, hers splayed over his. Sam looked down at his cock now rested on her mound; casually he started to rock back and forth, his scrotum pressed into her open lips. Opening both hands flat on the pillow beside her head, his body heaved over her. Sam kissed her again, as he pulled back, his hand lowered again to his groin. Pinching his fingers as he held the glans, he caressed her opening. She was so wet as he entered her gently, slowly nudging his hardened cock inch by inch.
"Ooooww."
He stopped. Sam kissed her again before he moved further into her tight virgin pussy. He could feel the friction against every vein in his cock. He rested in her. Akimo smiled, as Sam continued further into her, withdrawing slowly and then he pushed back into her, going deeper into her wet utopia. Akimo’s body rose up to meet his and his speed increased.
Their lovemaking now intense fucking, his balls slammed hard against her small rounded arse. She rocked with him, the friction increasing against his throbbing cock. Akimo’s tight little cunt engulfed him as her legs wrapped tight around him. His instinct was to lift her, as Sam began to thrust harder and harder, banging her tight little fuckhole in a frenzy of orgasmic pleasure. She cried out "Yessssss," as his cock met her g-spot. He bucked into her frantically. Sam’s hands clutched her tight rounded arse cheeks as he pulled her off him inch by inch then back onto him, fucking her wildly without a care. His grunts increased as his orgasm started to build from within. "Uhhh! Uhhh!"
With his teeth gritted, Sam dug his nails into her. Akimo held on tight, as he took one last lunge into her "Ohhhhhh fuckkkkk!" His orgasm released into her.
Akimo’s breaths shortened as her orgasm mixed with his. Her pussy walls clenched firmly around the thickness of his cock, as their juices mingled into one. Her hands ran down along his back as he lay Akimo down. He stayed inside her as his hardened cock subsided. Sam held her close. The sweat ran from his brow. A gentle kiss on her forehead once again, while thoughts of ‘I love you’ stayed thoughts for now. He did not want her to be scared off. Her body shivered as their orgasmic high slowly disappeared. He pulled the sheet back over them and they drifted off to sleep once again.
Coming back....Sam woke; he slipped out of the 'bed' without waking Akimo. He was concerned about her returning home. It hadn't crossed her mind. He put a pair of boxers on and sat in the armchair as he watched her sleep. His laptop on his knees, he logged on. He glanced up and looked across to her. She looked so peaceful as she slept soundly, her skin glistened in the dark of the room. He knew he was in love. Her hand clutched the pillow, as she stirred her hair fell across her face, scrunching her nose as it tickled her. He knew what he had to do. He had annual leave due and he would return to be with her. Akimo woke, lifting her head in search of Sam.
“What are you doing?" she asked.
"Just one minute." He concentrated and muttered "7952" with a final click on the enter key.
One new mail in his mailbox appeared on the screen. He opened it.
'Confirmation Number: FR25636
Mr Sam Kent
Depart 14.15 LHR London Heathrow
Arrive 15.20 KIX Kensai Int'l Airport, Osaka.
Thank you for your reservation.
Please print out the following for your records.'
He climbed back into bed, playfully pinning her down, and smiled.