Author's Note:
Rather than create a series I have combined two completely different stories into one submission. I would love to hear from you! Leave a comment and tell me what you think.
Aki and the Art of Service and Pleasure
I step into the back door at the usual time and kick off my shoes. I'm looking forward to spending the evening with my beautiful wife but I am surprised to see a pretty Japanese lady standing in my kitchen. She's about five-foot five; her long dark hair is piled up and knotted on top of her head, held in place by two chopsticks. Her bright green eyes have long, soft lashes, are painted in bright colors like spring flowers and lined to a sharp point on either side. Her skin is soft porcelain. Her lips are a deep pink and are smiling sweetly at me.
She's wearing a bright green floor-length kimono that's tied tightly at the waist and almost hides small, white stocking feet.
She is just the cutest thing I have ever seen.
She gives me a very slight, bent-kneed bow and lowers her gaze. "My name is Aki. I am trained in the art of service and pleasure." Her speech is halting and clearly memorized but her soft voice is as musical as wind chimes. "Come, please." She turns and takes small steps into the living room as I follow. There is a short table in the middle of the room surrounded by cushions.
"This is chabudai. Please sit." I sit on one of the cushions and Aki silently leaves the room. She returns in a moment with two plates of food and sets them down gently before me. Tiny little sandwiches and raw vegetables. She leaves again and returns with a teapot and a small cup.
"You like tea?"
"Yes, please." I find it hard to talk with this beautiful creature waiting on me.
She places the tea set on the table, lifts the cup and fills it about half full with steaming tea. Her hands move slow and graceful. She seems to caress everything she touches. Her movements are intoxicating to watch. I suddenly notice that there is soft, eastern music playing from somewhere. It sounds like a garden breeze.
Aki lifts the teacup to my lips and says, "You drink." She gently tips the cup. I'm not really a tea drinker but this tea is smooth and delicious. It warms my mouth, my chest and the rest of my body as I drink it all.
When she lowers the empty cup she looks at my face and musically sings, "Oh, oh!" She picks up a linen cloth from the table and dabs the corner of my mouth where a drop of tea tried to escape. Aki gently places the cloth in my lap, pours me another cup of tea and moves to sit across the table.
"You eat, now."
I begin to eat the meal she has prepared and she sits there quietly with her hands in her lap and watches me, a soft smile on her pink lips. Every so often I look up and gaze into her beautiful eyes but she quickly tips her face down humbly. When my small teacup is empty she comes over and fills it for me and dabs again at my lips with the napkin.
When I have finished this very light and delicious meal Aki clears the table quietly. When she returns to the room she comes up behind me on her knees and lays her gentle hands on my shoulders. She kneads my shoulders gently and, with her soft lips close to my ear whispers, "You like massage?"
"Yes, please."
Aki stands and comes around beside me. "Aki give good massage. Please prepare yourself." She points an elegant finger at the massage table set up across the room. I can't believe I didn't notice it before. I guess I was just too enraptured by this mysterious creature.
I stand and move to the massage table while Aki moves to a counter with a large bowl of soapy water and several small bottles of fluids and oils. I strip down to my skivvies and hop up on the table while she slowly washes her hands. I lay down on my belly with my face through the hoop and a soft, warm towel covering my ass and underwear. I hear her softly cross the room and she starts to touch me.
I am instantly transported to another world by her touch. Her warm, soft hands dance across my skin - at once relaxing and electrifying me. The warm oil she rubs into me sooths my muscles and chases away my tensions. Her hands are strong, yet precise. Firm, yet gentle. She instinctually knows every pressure point on my back, neck, shoulders and arms. Her fingernails lightly scratch my scalp causing it to tingle. After working my back into a noodly puddle she starts on my thighs and works her way down to my feet. She massages each toe one by one and removes every ounce of tension from me. I'm certain that I lose conciseness and fall asleep more than once as this expert masseuse shares her eastern arts with my willing body.
After working on my feet she slowly come back up and I feel her remove the towel from my butt. She softly whispers, "We no need this." as she gently pulls my underwear off. She gently but firmly massages my lower back and my gluts. Her magical hands minister to parts of me that few have seen or touched. I feel my groin start to swell and my hardening penis presses into the table pad.
"Turn over now, please." Aki's lips are again at me ear. When I realize that I am not just dreaming I flop over onto my back as she returns to the basin for a wash and more oils. It's not easy at all to turn over with my body in such a relaxed state. I place the warm towel back over my nakedness.
When Aki returns she continues her glorious service to my body. Starting at my face, she rubs me with a light, fragrant lotion, massaging my temples, cheeks and even my lips. It is calming and stimulating at the same time. She spends a lot of time on my chest and arms. Then my legs and feet get a second long dose of her tactile medicine. I don't sleep this time because I am able to watch this beautiful lady give her hands to me and my desire for her grows, as does the lump under the towel.
She moves back to the middle of the table and starts to massage my lower belly, deftly avoiding my growing hard-on even when her fingers drift beneath the towel. She does the same thing from below, massaging my upper thighs and between my legs as the towel starts to jump to the rhythm of my beating heart.
Finally, FINALLY, she gently removes the towel and places her warm hand on my throbbing cock. It feels like it is made of glass and will shatter with her touch.
"Oooo. Aki help you with that."
She starts to slowly and gently rub up and down my raging pole with her warm, oily hands. She gently cups by aching balls in one hand and massages them softly. I really want to grab Aki and pull her down onto me to satisfy my incredible desire but I don't want her stroking to stop. She carefully rubs and massages my raging member, feeling every bump and vein. I lay as still as I can but I begin to feel the explosion building as my breathing gets heavy and my eyes roll back. Aki holds the warm towel to me as I violently stream into it, my body rigid with the intense pleasure of this sensual release.
I feel like I am floating in warm water as my body reaches a state of total relaxation. I lay on the table and just breath as Aki gently cleans up my sticky mess and lays a fresh towel across my lap. She continues to massage my lower body, calming my quivering muscles, like nothing has happened. She finishes up by brushing her fingers all over my body, light as a feather.
With her sexy lips again near my ear she whispers, "Maybe Aki come for service again, soon?"
Oh, yes Aki. Very soon.
- fin -
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Several months later......
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Aki and the Unexpected Encounter
I'm working away in my office when I get a call from my lovely wife. She's found a new Japanese restaurant she wants to try and asks me to meet her there at seven o'clock. My beautiful wife LOVES Asian food. The problem is that I'm not a big fan so she doesn't get it very much. When she does it's a special occasion.
Of course I agree to meet her. She makes the reservation and sends me the address.
Several hours later I find my way to the restaurant, dressed as good as an old scruffy-looking dude can. It's connected to a small, boutique hotel so I find a seat in the lobby and wait for her to arrive.
After a few minutes I get a message:
I'm running a little late. Go ahead and get the table.
I'll be there as soon as I can. Luv you!
I'm good at following instructions, as long as they are simple, so I enter the restaurant from the hotel lobby, give the cute hostess my name and she shows me to a table for two. The dining room is very classy and appointed in modern Japanese decor. Lots of smooth surfaces, colored indirect lights, very upscale.
I sit down to wait with a glass of water and a menu that I can't read.
After about 10 minutes my phone chirps again.
Bad news. I can't make it after all.
Please have whatever you want and enjoy yourself.
I promise I'll make it up to you.
Luv you!