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Foreign Affair 2/3 (ff)
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-FOREIGN AFFAIR-
Part Two
by Ann Douglas
Amanda couldn't help but be impressed.
Whatever her age, Mariko was in excellent shape.
Her breasts, though small, were round and firm,
capped by small brown nipples. Her skin was
smooth and hairless, even the area around her
womanhood was nearly bare.
Suddenly feeling a little awkward, Amanda
quickly followed Mariko's example and dropped her
clothes onto another chair. She knew Mariko's eyes
were riveted on her as she reached behind and undid
the latch of her bra. One hand held her 38d bra
against her breasts as the straps came undone. Then
with an erotic slowness, she let the heavy material
also fall to the floor. The sudden freedom from
constraint caused Amanda's breasts to bounce, much
to Mariko's vocal delight.
Next came the thin white panties, revealing a
hairy blonde bush. Amanda always preferred to let
her hair grow wild in that region, as a mark of
independence. From the reaction in Mariko's eyes,
she could tell that the Japanese woman also
approved.
Standing naked on the smooth tile floor,
Amanda rubbed her large breasts, bringing
circulation back to them as well as causing the
nipples to harden even more. She had always been
proud of her breasts and spent at least an hour a day
working out.
Mariko moved to Amanda and ran her hands
all over the taller woman's body. The immense smile
on her face made words unnecessary. She stoked
each breast with girlish joy. Then moved down to
the curly mound of blonde hair. She was fascinated
by it's size. She looked down at her own sparse
mound and looked a little disappointed.
"No, its beautiful." Amanda said with a
smile as she reached down and stroked the Oriental
woman's pearl."
Mariko's smile returned and she took
Amanda's hand and led her to the large shower on
the far side of the room. Once inside, Mariko closed
the glass doors and hit a bright green button on a
wall panel. In response, all three shower heads came
alive, sending a warm drizzle all over the two
women. From a small shelf in the corner, Mariko
produced a bar of soap and began to massage
Amanda's back with it.
Normally, Amanda preferred to be the
aggressor in a situation, but this time she felt
different. Mariko's small hands felt so good as they
moved up and down her back that she was content
to just follow where ever the dark haired woman
led. Finishing with Amanda's back, Mariko reached
around and began to cover her breasts with soap.
Her laughter filled the small chamber as she played
with the large globes. Then she slid her hands down
to the hairy bush and covered that as well with a
soapy lather. She slid her soapy finger inside
Amanda, quickly following it with a second. Then
she began to slowly pump the fingers in and out.
Amanda turned around to give Mariko better
access to her charms. Now face to face, Mariko
wasted no time in bringing her mouth to Amanda's
melon sized tits. Her tongue outlined the large
nipples as her fingers reentered Amanda. Then she
began to suck in earnest, bringing a small squeal of
exuberance from Amanda. As her fingers glided
faster and faster in and out of the American woman,
Mariko tried to take more and more of Amanda's
breast into her mouth. The water from the overhead
showers continued to cover their bodies, washing
away the growing scent of girlsex.
Amanda braced herself against two poles
build into the shower wall, wondering if they had
been installed there for exactly this purpose. The
lithe Japanese woman continued to slide her fingers
in and out of Amanda's now dripping cunt. With
each thrust of her hand, a new wave of delight swept
through Amanda's body. Finally, having had her fill
of suckling at the American's large breasts, Mariko
moved her attention to between her legs, replacing
her cum covered fingers with her soft probing
tongue.
The soft touch of the woman's tongue
proved electric as Amanda spread her legs wider to
give her greater access. If it weren't for the
handgrips on the wall she'd fall flat on her ass. Like
a surgical instrument, Mariko's tongue covered
every inch of Amanda's inner walls. The waves of
delight now crested at more than twice the previous
level as spasms racked Amanda's body.
"God, this woman is fantastic!" Amanda
thought to herself. "No way this is her first time."
She continued, remembering former lovers who had
a lifetime of lesbian sex behind them, yet still had
nothing near Mariko skill with her tongue.
Continuing her onslaught on Amanda's sex,
Mariko slid a soapy finger into the blonde's anus.
Lubricated by the soap and water, it slid in easily
and it wasn't long before she was finger-fucking
Amanda's ass as furiously as she had her pussy.
"Eat me!" Amanda yelled as yet another
spasm roared through her. "Suck my pussy!"
She didn't know if the Japanese woman
comprehended a word she said, but the intent was
certainly understood. Mariko doubled her efforts
and it wasn't long before Amanda felt herself on the
threshold of an incredible orgasm.
Letting go of her handholds, she grabbed the
back of the Japanese woman's head and pulled her
deeper within her. Just in time to receive an
eruption of cum. Mariko scooped it up with her
tongue as fast as she could, but so intense was
Amanda's climax that she couldn't keep up.
Amanda meanwhile was totally lost in estacy,
grinding her cunt into the Japanese woman's face.
She didn't care if she suffocated, as long as she
continued to delight her with that magic tongue for
just a few more seconds.
Finally, she began to regain control of her
shaking body and she eased off a little. Panting, she
leaned against the tile wall. Mariko slowing
removed herself from between Amanda's legs. She
also removed her fingers from both Amanda's ass
and her own pussy, which she had been
masturbating as well.
Rising to her feet, she kissed Amanda hard.
The American loved tasting her own cum on another
woman's tongue and sucked it deep within her. It
had been one of the most dynamic climaxes of her
life. She couldn't wait to return the favor.
Surprisingly, Mariko hit another button on
the panel and the torrid of water abruptly stopped.
She slid the glass doors open and led Amanda out of
the shower. Handing Amanda a towel. she quickly
dried herself off. Then she motioned the blonde to
follow her into yet another room.
The third room turned out to be a bedroom,
as large and expensively furnished as the other
rooms. In the center was a large oval bed, covered
with red satin sheets. Mariko quickly moved to the
center of the bed and invited Amanda to join her.
Sliding up to her, Amanda immediately
began to kiss her small breasts, taking the tiny
brown nipple into her mouth. As she worked on one
breast, her nimble hand worked the other. Then she
would switch. Mariko clearly enjoyed the attention,
moaning softly with closed eyes. Amanda moved
down the soft golden body, kissing her way to the
small black triangle that covered Mariko's still wet
cunt. Parting the lips with her fingers, she kissed the
small bump of her clitoris. Then she began to lick
the dried cum off it, mixing it with her own saliva.
She felt a little silly thinking that an Asian woman
might've tasted different. Of course it would be
different, not because she was Asian but because
everyone's body chemistry was different.
Long minutes passed as Amanda worked her
own magic on Mariko's garden. The older woman
mimicked Amanda's earlier actions as she held her
by the back of the head and matched the white
woman's rhythm with each thrust of her pelvis.
Every lurch forward was met by Amanda's ready
tongue.
Sweat covered Mariko's body as she began
to rock with a series of mini-orgasms. Amanda was
determined to give as good as she had received.
Mariko was shouting something in rapid fire
Japanese. So rapid was her speech, burst of words
between gasps, that Amanda would've been hard
pressed to understand her if she knew the language.
Finally, with hand motions, she made
Amanda understand that she wanted something in
the night table. Rolling off her, Amanda slid open
the draw and reached inside. Grasping a long slim
object, the American lifted it into the light.
Crafted of a pure white ivory, it couldn't
simply be called a dildo. Ten inches long and two
inches thick, it was a work of art, painstakingly
crafted by an artist's hand. Every line, every vein
had been recreated. Amanda had seen a similar
object d'art in a museum. If this was genuine, and
there was no reason to believe it wasn't, it had to be
at least three hundred years old
"Is this what you wanted?" She asked as she
moved back to Mariko.
"Hai!" The Japanese woman replied as her
eyes opened wide. "Harigata!"
"All right, what ever makes you happy."
Amanda answered as she gently ran the antique cock
over Mariko's womanhood.
It had been a long time since Amanda had
used a dildo on another woman. She didn't use one
herself and few of her lovers did either. They were
usually the province of bisexual woman who still
enjoyed being penetrated.
Smearing the head of the artifact with
Mariko's lubricating cum, Amanda positioned it's
head at the entrance of Mariko's tunnel of love. With
a slight motion, she lid the head of the harigata
inward, until it disappeared between the pink lips.
Then she slid it back an inch, before moving it
forward two inches. She repeated the gesture a
dozen more times, until she was sure the Japanese
woman was good and lubricated.
Mariko had been calling out words of
encouragement, again in rapid fire Japanese.
Amanda knew she was going too slow, but was
afraid that she would hurt the smaller woman. Then
in a quick movement Mariko grabbed the base of
the harigata and pulled it within her.
The cry of joy and look of rapture on her
face told Amanda that she was dealing with one
determined lady. So be it. She grabbed hold of the
ivory phallic and began to frantically slide it in and
out of her host. Amanda never understood other
women's obsession with being fucked. She herself
had only one experience to compare it against
almost seven years before. Watching the volley of
emotions running across Mariko's face as she
greeted each new thrust, Amanda wondered if
perhaps she was missing something.
It wasn't long before Mariko's body grew
suddenly tense and her face grew filled with a
determination to hold off orgasm as long as she
could. Amanda increased her powerful thrusts,
having added her tongue to the effort a short time
before. Mariko suddenly let out a loud yell as she
gripped the headpost above her and exploded in a
burst of passion. Amanda continued her efforts,
trying to make it last as long as she could. It seemed
like an eternity, then the room became deadly silent.
Slowly, carefully, Amanda withdrew the
harigata. It was covered she noted with a glossy
film, the result of her efforts. Unable to resist the
temptation, she lifted it to her mouth like an ice
cream pop and began to lick it clean.
Mariko laid there quietly, her body
exhausted. Amanda lifted herself higher into the bed
and snuggled up against her. The two women
embraced and Amanda smiled. It wouldn't hurt just
to lay there for a little while, she thought.
The next thing Amanda knew, the room was
filled with sunlight from the overhead skylight. It
was morning. She looked to the other side of the
bed, only to find it empty.
"What time is it?" Amanda asked herself as
she jumped up and looked for a clock. "How could I
have spent the night? At least on the bright side, her
husband never came home."
Surprised to find her clothes laid out neatly
at the base of the bed, Amanda began to quickly
dress. A chime from across the room drew her
attention from to a small clock on a dresser.
"Nine O'clock!" She exclaimed. "The final
meeting is scheduled for ten. I have to get out of
here."
Just then, Mariko entered the room, carrying
a tray with tea and a collection of small breakfast
pastries. She was wearing a dark blue robe that was
loose enough to give a splendid view of her small
breasts.
"Anata wa yoko nemutla ka?" She asked as
she placed the tray on a small table.
"I'm sorry, but I have to run." Amanda
replied as she pulled on her shoes. "I hope you
understand enough to know how incredibly special
last night was. I'd stay if I could, but I have to try
and save what little is left of my career."
With that she jumped up and started to head
for the door. She paused just long enough to kiss
Mariko good-bye.
"I really do want to thank you again." She
said before reluctantly turning to leave.
"Do itashimashite." The Japanese woman
said just before Amanda disappeared out the door.
Ann Douglas
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