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   WARNINGS: ADULTS ONLY!  This story depicts consensual sexual activity
between men and women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the
story may be under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex
in your legal jurisdiction, please do not read this.  The law says teens
should remain in ignorance of the thing they think about the most.  If that
makes sense to you please write and tell me how it does because it sounds
just insane to me.



   Viewing the Cherry Blossoms



   Part II



   The buzzing of the phone wakened Mike.  He managed to grab it on the
third ring.  "Hello."

   "What did you tell my father?"

   "What?  Who is this?" Mike asked rubbing the sleep from his face.

   "Yumi...  Yumi Asagiri."

   Mike sat up on the bed as the nickel dropped.  `Oh yes, Masahiro's
daughter.' "Ah, hello Yumi.  What can I do for you?"

   She practically shrieked, "What did you tell my father?"

   Mike laughed, wondering what her father had said to her.  "Nothing, or
nothing of importance."

   "Importance.  How do you know what is important?" she wailed.

   Mike held the phone away from his ear, tired of the noise.  "Look, if
you want to talk with me, come to my hotel.  I don't like being screamed at
over the phone." He hung up.

   Yumi looked at her phone.  She had snuck off between classes to make the
call since she didn't want anyone to know.  She couldn't believe the gaijin
had hung up on her.  No one treated her that way.  She was Masahiro
Asagiri's daughter.  She dialed the hotel again demanding to be put
through.

   Mike was already in the bathroom with the shower turned on.  He laughed
at the insistent buzzing of the phone and continued taking off his clothes.


   Mike spent the day with his guide book trying to find and experience
pre-westernized Japan.  He took a train out into the country to see a
Buddhist temple.  Dinner was at an inn in the country.  It was quite
different since there were few westerners who came to this place.  He was a
bit of a celebrity, with two villagers translating once it became apparent
they weren't being rude and that he enjoyed the dialogue with the people.
Mike was half gassed on the local sake by the time two of the men helped
him to the train.

   The next day about ten, his phone rang.  He picked it up.  A very much
more controlled voice said, "I would like to talk to you."

   "Hi, Yumi.  What time?"

   "I get out of school at three.  I could be there at four perhaps," she
said.

   "I was about to go out.  Tell me, where is your school?  I can meet you
there at three.  Or better, is there a sushi bar or someplace where we
could sit and talk nearby?"

   Yumi gave him directions including subway stops and said she would meet
him at a tea shop at three.

   Mike was seated when she came in.  Mike eyed the young girl as she came
across the tea room.  Her face was round and pretty, the black hair framing
it fell just past her shoulders.  She was small and girlish in her figure.
She looked around to make sure none of her classmates were there.  She sat
and leaned forward, "What did you tell my father?"

   Mike said, "Well, hello Yumi.  I'm very glad you could come today."

   "Oh ko," she said near tears and slapping the table.  "Please don't play
with me.  I have to know.  What did my father ask you?"

   Mike realized that the girl was really frantic with worry and decided to
relent.  "Okay.  When I met him, he was worried that you had my card.  I
don't know for sure what he thought and since I could tell that you hadn't
told him the truth based on his questions..." Mike paused for effect.

   Yumi jumped in, "I couldn't tell him."

   "I imagine not, but I wish you had told me so I knew which lie to
support..."

   "He had your card.  He saw me find it.  I couldn't call," Yumi pleaded.

   "Oh, so you know how to fool your father," he said.  Yumi blushed and
looked away.

   Mike laughed, "Yumi, every teenager from time immemorial has fooled
their parents, or tried to.  In any case, I told him nothing other than we
met and that you were disappointed how little I knew of the things you were
interested in.  I said I slipped you the card in hopes of speaking with
him."

   "Did he believe you?" she asked breathlessly.

   "Yes, that's why we had dinner, which I offered to pay for to help cover
your tracks.  You owe me."

   She grabbed her purse, believing she was able to get out of trouble
easily.  "How much?"

   "Two million yen," Mike said.

   Her eyes went wide, pools of black surrounded by white.  Her mouth
opened but nothing came out.

   "However, I don't think you should pay for the geisha," Mike said.

   "He took you to a Tea House?"

   Mike nodded.  "And that is where I mentioned enjo kosai."

   Yumi went pale.  "OH KO!"

   "Oh yes.  I saw him get mad and realized why he had been asking.  I
quickly told him no way.  We had met on the subway and there had been
nothing like that.  Really.  I know when I finished he believed me, though
he did say something funny about you don't need the money."

   Yumi laughed with relief, "That's true.  I don't need to have guys pay
me." Then she blushed with what she had said.  Mike raised his eyebrow
daring her to deny what she had just inadvertently admitted.

   Yumi changed the subject.  "Was the tea house beautiful?"

   "Oh yes.  I was so lucky to experience something like that," he said,
the memory fresh in his mind.

   "Why do men get all of the pleasure?" she asked pouting.

   "I think Norei-san enjoyed herself," he said smiling.  "And it was worth
the money."

   "You laugh at me.  Why do geisha get to have all of the pleasure?" Yumi
paused, then a very wicked look crossed her face, "So enjo kosai.  How much
would I be worth?" she asked.

   Mike was taken aback.  "What?  Your father would have me killed.  I'm
sure he knows someone in the Yakuza."

   "My father won't know any more than he knows about...  anything.  So,
how much?  Am I so much less than Norei?" she asked.

   Mike could feel both the challenge and the hurt in her voice.  Yumi had
been compared and found wanting, at least she thought so.  Used to being
the elite, she wasn't used to hearing how wonderful other women were.  Mike
had done his research and knew what the going price range was for Tokyo. 
Of course, virgins got slightly more but he was pretty sure Yumi hadn't
been a virgin for some time.  Of course, you had to be careful since there
were girls who were virgins many times.  He named a price just below the
top.

   Yumi didn't seem surprised at all, so she must know what the going rates
were.  "Let's go to your hotel." She stood up.  Mike followed and they
headed for the subway.  Instead, Mike hailed a taxi, not wanting to ride
the crowded subway now.  The taxi delivered them in half the time.

   Mike led her to his room, waiting for her to say, `Enough, I was just
kidding,' but she never did.  Once in his room he tossed off his coat and
stood, unsure what to do next.  Yumi solved that.  She came into his arms
and pulled him into a kiss.  And what a kiss.  Mike quickly figured out
that, not only she wasn't a virgin but that this girl knew her way around
kissing.  His clothes were soon on the floor tangled with hers.  He stood
looking at her, mesmerized.  She was girlish, small but with well formed
tits, a small dark bush of hair above her pussy, and panty lines where her
plain white panties had been.  She was a dichotomy, girl and slut.

   [yumi.jpg]

   The slut won.  She dragged him to the bed and climbed over him, kissing
and touching him everywhere, exciting him, teasing him, while keeping him
on the edge.

   Mike attacked back, kissing and nipping at her neck before moving over
her shoulders, then down to her breasts.  He licked around her breasts
before lapping at her nipple.  It hardened under his tongue.  Mike took it
between his lips and sucked, while flicking it with his tongue.  He moved
over and did the same to the other nipple.  Yumi was breathing through her
mouth and gently purring.  Mike lavished his love on her breasts, twirling,
playing, and stroking one nipple while he kissed and licked the other.

   Mike started kissing across her belly.  He moved between her legs.  She
parted her legs as he kissed down around her pubic triangle.  He could
smell her arousal.  Mike lifted her thighs and moved until his face was
lined up with her pussy.  His tongue slid up along her labia before parting
them and sliding into her.  Yumi moaned and wrapped her legs around his
head.  He attacked her pussy with his lips and tongue.  She bucked against
his face grinding her pussy into his face.  He sucked her clitoris while
massaging it with his lips, fucking her with his mouth.

   Pushing his head away Yumi moaned, "I want you too.  Please." She
reached for his legs pulling him around into a 69.  Her mouth found his
erect cock and laved it with affection.

   Mike buried his face back in her pussy, lapping and licking.  Yumi was
sucking his cock, wrapping her tongue around the head then plunging down on
it only to do it again and again.  His toes were curling from the pleasure
and he tried to show her how much pleasure by sucking her pussy.

   He felt her mouth leave his cock and heard her moan, "I need it." He
pulled his head back and saw the look of lust in her eyes.  Mike smiled and
moved up toward her.  Lying back she said, "Fuck me."

   He moved between her legs and lined up with her pussy.  He kissed her as
he slid his cock along her pussy, wetting it with her arousal.  He found
her opening and slid into her.  She moaned into his mouth as their tongues
danced.  He slid deeply into her until his body met hers completely.

   "You are bigger than Japanese men," she moaned.

   Mike began a small circular motion, then extended it to an in and out
movement.  Yumi wrapped her arms around his neck as he fucked her deeply.
Mike started the rhythm of ten deep and ten shallow strokes.  The shallow
strokes teased her and the deep strokes built up the tension inside her.

   Yumi was having none of the teasing though.  She wanted to be fucked
hard.  She reached down and grabbed his ass and began pulling him deeper
and faster.  Earlier Mike had thought her fragile because of her
petiteness. Now he realized that she was a full-blooded woman.  She moved
under him with surprising strength.  He was no longer worried that she
would break like a China doll.  Mike followed her lead and their bodies
mashed together.  A blush crept across her chest and she began a low moan
that built in intensity.  Mike felt his own climax building as his balls
tingled in anticipation.  Her fingers dug into his ass cheeks as his cock
bathed in the heat of her climax.  He felt his cock lurch.  He pounded into
her as spasm after spasm wracked his body.

   After, they lay exhausted on his bed.  Yumi was curled up in his arms.
"So, was I worth it?" she asked.

   "More," he answered.  "But, like your father said, you don't need the
money."

   She pulled back, alarmed.  "Are you going to cheat me?"

   Mike laughed, "No.  If you really want the money as part of your
fantasy, I'll give it to you."

   Yumi relaxed, "Yes, I earned it.  You might not believe this but it will
be the first time I have my own money.  Money is always from my father. 
This will be my money."

   "I understand," Mike said.

   They lay quietly for a while touching each other.  "So, Mike, was that
your fantasy of enjo kosai?"

   He paused, "To tell the truth I was kind of hoping for a virgin."

   Yumi laughed, "I'm seventeen.  I don't know any virgins." They both
laughed.  Then Yumi turned serious.  "Wait.  I know one girl...  Micheko
might be.  She only comes to our school because her father is the
headmaster.  The other girls all have fathers who are businessmen.  The
school is very expensive.  Micheko always feels left out because she
doesn't have money like the rest of us.  She can't go shopping like we can.
I bet she'd like some money." Yumi turned to Mike, "Would you be willing to
give her more?"

   "If she's really a virgin, yes," he said.

   Yumi nodded, "Listen, you pay her what you think is right and add my
money in too."

   "Yumi, you don't need to do that," Mike said.

   She laughed, "Like you say, I don't need the money."

   Mike pulled her to him kissing her affectionately.

   *****

   Yumi called him the next morning.  Micheko had agreed and she was going
to bring her to the hotel that afternoon.  Mike was nervous as hell all day
waiting, waiting...

   There was a knock just before four.  When he opened the door there was a
beautiful young girl in her school uniform.  It was exactly like his best
fantasy.  "Please, come in."

   She bowed nervously and came in.  "Yumi said I should come," she told
him in accented but understandable English.  Like most kids at the elite
schools she had been taking English for years.

   Mike looked her up and down as she stood nervously.  She was quite
pretty.  Her school-girl uniform hid the outlines of her body, but even
under it, she looked ravishing.  He was thanking his lucky stars that the
imp Yumi had decided to tease him that day on the subway.  This was working
out better than he had ever imagined.  "So, Micheko.  Would you like to
date me?"

   She nodded.  "Yumi said you would give me 250,000 yen." It was high, but
not too high especially for a beautiful virgin.  And considering that
Yumi's gift was part of that, it wasn't much at all for something Mike
could never have experienced otherwise.

   "Yumi said this was your first time," Mike said.

   "Yes.  I don't have any experience," She looked up, "But I will try very
hard."

   Mike smiled.  "Micheko, you don't need to try hard.  I need to try hard
to make sure you have a good time."

   Micheko looked up.  Mike took her in his arms.  She was surprised but
cooperated.  Mike nearly laughed for the girl was limp in his arms. 
"Micheko, it is okay if you participate."

   "Oh.  What should I do?" she asked.

   "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" he asked.

   "No.  My father forbids having a boyfriend," she said.

   "Have you ever kissed a boy?" he asked.  She shook her head.  "Nothing?"
he asked.  Again, she shook her head, looking a bit daunted.

   Mike was surprised but at the same time pleased.  He not only had a
virgin, but a complete novice at that.  This would be interesting.  "Then
let me teach you about loving," he said.

   He leaned forward and kissed her.  She responded, unsure at first, then
getting the idea she kissed with more assurance.  Mike knew he should be
patient, but it was hard.  He continued kissing Micheko as his hand slid up
and found her tit.  She moaned as he teased her nipple.  Mike was pleased
by the fullness of her breast, a big handful.

   He started unbuttoning the blouse.  Micheko helped him.  Then she took
off her bra, skirt and panties.  She sat back to take off her shoes.  Mike
watched, stunned by her perfection.  She looked up at him, staring at her
and smiled at the obvious lust in his eyes.  Her black hair cascaded over
her shoulders.  Her lips were wet and red from the kissing.  Her breasts
were perfection capped by large red nipples.  Her body was straight from a
Playboy magazine and it hadn't been airbrushed.

   [micheko.jpg]

   Mike was in lust, complete and total.  "My God, Micheko.  You are the
most beautiful woman I have ever seen in person."

   Micheko seemed reassured then glanced down.  Mike had finished taking
off his clothes.  She saw his cock standing proudly, "Can I touch it?"

   "It's all yours," he answered as he stepped over to the bed.

   Micheko's hand wrapped around his cock.  She pulled on it softly,
watching as the skin moved over it.  "It feels soft and hard at the same
time.  It feels big." She glanced up with a hint of apprehension.

   He smiled.  It's always nice to hear the word big in connection with
one's equipment.  "Micheko, I'm no bigger than many Japanese men.  Believe
me, you'll like it.  You'll probably want it bigger once we're done."

   "Really?" She ran her hand up and down it watching intently.  "Cool,"
she said Mike wondering where she heard that particular Americanism.

   "Let's lay down sweetheart.  I want to kiss you." Micheko moved over
into the center of the bed and laid back, her black hair forming a mandala
around her head.  Mike lay down next to her, his chest covering hers and
brought his lips to hers.  Their tongues intertwined and chased back and
forth.  Breaking the kiss, his lips trailed down to her neck, nipping and
licking.

   Mike stopped at her breast.  It was full, even laying on her back and
topped by a hard erect nipple.  Running his tongue over around her tit Mike
worked in toward the middle until his tongue was circling and lapping at
the erect button.  Taking it between his lips, sucking and nibbling;
Micheko moaned and twitched from the sensations.  His hand wandered down
until it grazed the soft hair over her pussy.  Micheko's legs parted as his
hand pushed down over her pussy.  Mike played with her lips while sucking
and kissing her tits.  He used her labia to massage the clitoris.  That
brought another low moan from Micheko.

   Hearing her moan heightened Mike's excitement.  He moved down until he
was looking at her pussy.  He pushed her legs up then draped them down over
his back.  The aroma of her arousal wafted up as he moved forward and
stabbed his tongue into her wet and reddened pussy.  So much for the old
joke; Japanese pussy looked and smelled exactly like Caucasian pussy.

   Her pussy lips parted as his tongue worked its way up.  The sweet taste
of arousal was on Mike's tongue as it lapped and twisted around her erect
clitoris.  Micheko's head rolled from side to side as he sucked her
clitoris between his lips, gently rolling it back and forth while flicking
it.  Mike looked at her opening and saw only a slight ring of skin around
it.  Her hymen would be easy to breach.  His finger found the entrance to
her vagina and cautiously entered her, not wanting to hurt her by breaking
her hymen.  Soon he was fucking her with finger and mouth.

   Micheko moaned and with her voice thick with lust said, "Mike-san, your
mouth is so good." Mike smiled as he continued lapping and sucking.  Her
pussy was awash in her juices.

   She was as ready as she'd ever be.  Moving over her, Mike lined up the
head of his cock with her pussy.  Being Japanese, there wasn't much to her.
She seemed light as a feather as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders
and settled between her thighs.  Mike quit noticing anything else as his
cock sank into her pussy.  He was waiting for some resistance but never
felt any, only a slight tightness that eased as his cock slid deeply into
her.  Soon, the base of his cock was rubbing against her clitoris.

   Mike paused for a moment and looked down at Micheko's face.  Her eyes
were closed and her mouth was slightly parted.  His heart skipped a beat as
he thought about what was happening.  He was living out a fantasy, a wet
dream, a not to be believed experience.  His cock was in a beautiful young
woman, a beautiful Japanese virgin.

   Micheko's eyes opened.  Her face was a mask of desire.  She bucked
around his cock.  "I'm ready." Another buck, "Please."

   Ever the gentleman, Mike pulled out then lanced back into her pussy. 
She bit her lip and pushed up to meet his thrust.  They moved into a slow
rhythm, several deep followed by several shallow thrusts, then repeat until
she screams.  At least that is what the Japanese pillow book, which Mike
had read in preparation for his trip had described.

   Mike tried to wait and follow the book.  But the pleasure and the
pressure soon overwhelmed him and the tempo increased until he was slamming
into her.  Mike felt the tingling presaging the eruption as the pressure
built and built.  Micheko's dark hair was spread over the bed as she rolled
her head back and forth.  Her breath was now coming in short pants and
gasps broken up by the low moans.

   Mike couldn't wait any longer.  Overwhelmed by the feel of her body
against his, her pussy grasping his cock, he felt his body betray him and
loosed the eruption of cum into Micheko's waiting body.  He slammed home as
each spasm shook him, sending cum deeply into her.  Flooded by the warmth
and wetness, his cock continued to plow into her.  A last weak ejaculation
and he was done.

   Micheko's hands kept digging into his arms as her hips continued bucking
against him so he kept fucking her.  Mike forced his muscles, now spent of
energy, to continue and was soon rewarded when Micheko started to buck
furiously under him.  He tried to match her as their bodies slammed and
smashed together.  She threw her head back and Mike watched the red flush
spread over her creamy skin as she crested her climax.  A last gasp and
Mike fell onto her slender spent body.  Micheko ran her hands over his
back. With the last of his strength he pushed himself to her side pulling
her with him and collapsed.

   They lay together, his cock slowly shrinking until it slid from her
pussy.  Micheko looked at him, her face filled with satiation, leaned
forward and kissed him gently and yet passionately.  They lay together
quietly, touching each other and dozing in their satisfied world.

   It was later than Micheko would have liked when she looked at the clock.
"Oh.  I must get home or my Father will get home and be angry." She jumped
up and went into the bathroom.

   Mike got up and put on his robe before he got out the money.  He counted
out the 250,000 yen.  He smiled and added the amount he had promised Yumi
as well.  It was worth it to have experienced this dream.  'What the hell,'
he thought.  'I'll only do this once in my life.'

   Micheko looked at the money, before looking up at him stunned.  "But it
is more than we agreed."

   "Micheko, you were better than I could have believed.  You are
beautiful, and sexy and perfect.  Please take it and know how much
happiness you brought me."

   She threw her arms around his neck, "Thank you so much Mike-san.  Oh,
now I can go shopping.  I can get a cell phone like the rest of the girls."
She had a small tear in her eye as she let go.

   Immediately, she bowed low to hide her emotions.  Public emotions are
very bad manners in Japan.  Mike returned the bow.  "Arigato."

   "Domo arigato gozaimashita."

   *****

   Mike had barely seen Micheko out the door when the phone rang.  It was
Masuhiro's secretary telling him that the Chairman had invited him to a
dinner party that evening.  Could he attend?  He accepted and they arranged
for a car to pick him up.  He jumped in the shower assuming it best he not
smell like he'd just spent the afternoon eating pussy and fucking, as he
had.

   The driver delivered him to a fancy hotel in downtown Tokyo.  He was met
and guided to the second floor, obviously used for conferences and
meetings, and a private room.  It was full of Japanese businessmen all
talking and drinking.  When he entered, the Chairman immediately came over
and greeted him.  They were ushered into an adjoining room, shoes were
removed, and they were seated at a long low table.  Mike was about halfway
down the table.  He did his best at sitting on the floor but his western
back had trouble.

   Food was brought by attractive waitresses and sake was poured.  The
Chairman picked up his cup.  "Kanpai," and was answered by all, "Kanpai."
The food was exquisite, every plate a work of art and delicious.  Mike
quickly realized that he was being treated to a once in a lifetime
experience.

   The man to his left introduced himself, asking in English, "Is this your
first time in Japan?"

   "Yes, and I am deeply impressed with the country.  I had a chance to get
out into the countryside.  It was very beautiful," he said.

   The man on the other side asked him, "What do you do for business?"

   "I have a small company and we mainly manage small portfolios.  Nothing
too exciting," he answered.

   Another man jumped in, "Ah so, you have no business in Japan?"

   "No, none.  This was strictly a pleasure trip."

   "Ah, you like the girls?" the first man asked.

   "I've really only met one woman, Norei-san at the teahouse, and yes, I
was very impressed," he said.

   The others sucked in their breath, "Ah so, she is a geisha?"

   "Yes, and I can see why geisha are so revered," he answered.

   "I heard you met the Chairman's daughter," another said.

   Mike realized that there was a purpose to the questions.  There was no
coincidence that all of the men around him seemed to speak English.  He
suspected that even those who weren't in the conversation spoke English and
were listening as they talked among themselves.

   Mike laughed, "I wouldn't exactly say I met her.  I was sitting across
from her on the subway and she asked me many questions about music and
actors.  What do I know about popular music?  She snubbed me so I got even
by slipping my business card into her shopping bag and the Chairman found
it."

   "Ah so, well, there will be girls after dinner.  I hope you like
Japanese girls," one man said.

   Mike smiled, "Oh yes, I find Japanese women among the most beautiful in
the world.  As I said, this is a pleasure trip.  How much more pleasure
there is if you have a woman?"

   The men laughed, "Exactly so.  Listen, the women are all hired for the
night so don't be anxious if you wish to ask her back to your hotel.  It
will be fine."

   "I wouldn't want to disappoint the Chairman by not accepting a small
gift," he said laughing.

   There was laughter and the banter turned towards the typical bragging
among men at a stag affair, the supposed feats not so different than he
would have heard from a local bar after the guys were half plowed.  Mike
figured he had been passed by the inquisition as acceptable.

   After dinner, the Chairman led them all into an adjoining room.  They
were joined by an array of young beautiful women all dressed well.  Many of
the men paired off with one.  An especially attractive woman joined Mike,
"May I join you?"

   "Please," he said.

   "My name is Kukiko," the woman offered her hand in the western style.

   Mike took it, then bowed, "My name is Mike Woodstone."

   Kukiko returned the bow.  "The Chairman usually does not invite American
businessmen to his dinners."

   "I'm not here as a businessman.  I am a personal guest," Mike said.

   "Ah," she said regarding him with more interest.  "Would you care for a
drink?"

   "Yes, wine perhaps?" he asked.

   "White or red?  The Chairman always has the best Burgundies," she said.

   "Red in that case.  California has spoiled white Burgundies for me."

   The girl bowed before going off to the bar.  She returned with two red
wines.  "They say French red wines have aphrodisiac properties.  Have you
found that to be true?" she asked as she handed Mike his glass.

   "Tell the truth I have never noticed."

   "Ah...  you have never needed an aphrodisiac with a woman?" she asked,
her lips trailing seductively along the edge of the glass.

   "Um, no, I haven't had that problem or need," he said taking a rather
large sip of wine.

   "Where are you staying?" she asked.  He told her the name of his hotel.
"Ah...  did you take a taxi here?"

   "No, the Chairman sent a car," he said.

   "Then it will be waiting for you.  I'd love to see your hotel," she
said.

   "Wouldn't it be rude to leave so soon?" Mike asked.

   Kukiko pointed to the door where several other couples were departing.
"No, people only stay long enough," she said with a mysterious smile. 
"Would you show me your hotel?"

   Mike caught the Chairman's eye and bowed.  It was returned with a broad
smile as Mike escorted the woman from the room.  They were met at the front
door by the car and whisked to his hotel.

   When they were in his room, Kukiko turned to him and said, "Take me to
bed, Mike-san," softly almost inaudibly.

   Mike took her hand and led her to the bed.  A light was burning in the
adjoining bath.  It provided a soft and diffuse glow over the bed.  Kukiko
stood by the bed, inviting him with her eyes.  Mike kissed her and her
hands moved down between them, rubbing against his bulging crotch,
massaging him through his suit.  He reached behind and slid the zipper on
her dress down.  She lowered her arms and let Mike pull it off.  She
reached behind and unsnapped her bra.  Mike was grateful because he knew he
would have fumbled the snap, just as men always fumble with snaps.  She
started to unbutton his shirt.  He reached for her panties and nylons and
she for his suit pants.  In what seemed a flash to Mike, they were both
naked and together on the bed, again kissing.  This time her skin was
against his, her breasts pressed against his chest.  His erection was
pressed against her belly as she ground into it.

   Mike reached between them and cupped her pubic mound.  His finger slid
between her labia as Kukiko pressed against his hand, moaning in response
to his invading digit.  Their tongues danced as his finger slipped into
her. She was wet and slippery, and his finger sank deeply in her pussy.

   "Hmm, Mike-san.  That feels so good.  Please fuck me.  Now."

   So much for foreplay.  Mike rolled Kukiko onto her back and settled
between her legs.  She reached down, grabbed his cock and guided it to her
opening.  A gentle thrust and his glans pierced her.  She released his
shaft and it slid halfway in.  Rocking gently, his cock was quickly coated
with her juices and he bottomed out, buried to the hilt, in her soft wet
pussy.  Jesus, it had been so long since his wife had passed away.  Mike
had almost forgotten how good it felt to be fucking a real, live woman and
now he was fucking the fourth in just a few days.  Japan had been very good
to Mike.

   He held himself up on his arms so he could look down at Kukiko.  She
opened her eyes as Mike started fucking her.  Her face was softened with
desire, almost blurred.  Her eyes held his as they moved synchronized in
passion.  Two beings were communicating without words.

   Kukiko's body urged him on.  The pace of fucking increased.  Mike had to
lower himself and wrap her in his arms as their coupling became more
frenzied and bodies started to slam into each other.  Kukiko wrapped her
arms around Mike's back, digging in with her fingers, urging him on.

   Faster and faster their bodies moved.  His cock would slam deep into
her, then almost leave her completely before slamming back in.  A low
moaning sound filled the room as Kukiko's body began to jerk under him. 
Her fingers dug into his back.  Her pussy spasmed around his cock.  Mike
felt the rhythmic spasms as her pussy contracted around his cock, trying to
milk his cum from him.

   It was too much as he felt the rumbling in his loins.  Furiously
fucking, he felt another spasm shake Kukiko's body as he went over the
edge. The first spurt of cum was inside her almost before he knew it was
coming.  Then another and another as the tension and energy drained from
him.  A few desultory strokes and they were spent.

   Afterward, they lay in quiet lassitude.  Her head was on his chest,
fingers playing with the hair on his chest.  His hand was gently stroking
her back.  Mike put his lips to her head and gently kissed her.

   "Japanese men are not so hairy," she said twirling his hair around her
finger.

   "I hope you are not displeased," he said.

   "No, I like it.  Now I know why American women like men with hair.  It
is fun to play with," she said teasing him.

   Mike lay back on the bed and thought about the last few days.  Four
women had all pleased him and he had pleased them.  Each had made love
without reservation.  It was so different.  Mike knew he would be coming
back to Japan.

   In the morning, there was a note from the Chairman.  "Hope you liked the
viewing of Japanese flowers." Mike read it as he packed for his flight back
to America.  He knew then that he would come back the following spring to
see the cherry blossoms of Japan.

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