The past month with Hamari was fun, and so was coming home from the office every day and being met at the door with her wearing only a short thin silk robe, being hand bathed and sexually satisfied prior to sitting down to one of her home cooked meals. It was something I was sure I would never tire of, but however erotic as it seemed, at times I was starting to feel a bit smothered.
"You should never allow yourself to get too use this Swiftt." I told myself that day as she followed me to my room and started undressing me and I wondered if this submissiveness actually stemmed from her culture or if it was some part of a dark plot as an attempt to insure a larger comfort zone by using her subservient sexual prowess to take advantage me.
"Swiftt!" I reasoned: "You're far too experienced to fall for that." But still there was something gnawing at me from the back of my mind, a sense of danger to somehow balance the constant pleasures she was providing me.
Either way, that nagging concern over how some of these women attempt to improve their old world life styles by coming to America for marriage, divorce and half or more of their new ex-husband's lifetime achievements paled in comparison to the constant carnal pleasures she was more than willing to provide me.
But then again, all of my holdings are legally protected and she is here of her own free will ... a protégé ... never to be my wife, after all: "We have an understanding." I thought to myself.
I had made it crystal clear to her that her husband's debt to me was clear and that she is free to leave at any given time. So I put those thoughts out of my mind because after this long, hard hot day, I was the one who would be taking the advantage.
As she pulled my briefs to the floor, I reached down and slid my right hand behind her neck and I gently placed my left palm on the back of her head and she went the rest of the way to her knees and sat back on her heels. When I leaned in, she let her robe drop from her shoulders to the bends in her arms and she slowly untied it at her waist.
It had been hot that day and though I spent most of the morning behind my desk, I had a field meeting out in that heat that afternoon with the City Works and Zoning Engineers followed by a hot ride home until the air actually kicked in and started to cool my mammoth SUV.
When she sniffed in the effects those twelve plus work hours had left on my lust filled loins, she asked: "Would you prefer to bathe first?"
"After." I sternly answered and her hands immediately slipped out of the sleeves of her silk, went around my ass and as her eight fingers slid deep between the bottom of my cheeks, she started in on my musky, fragrant and throbbing manhood.
Now I am not a cruel man, I don't believe in grudge fucks per say and to be perfectly honest with you, I knew in my mind that this was some sort of a test and if all of this was an act, I wanted to see how far she was willing to go with it.
But there were no noticeable objection on her pretty little face as it went right to work on my sweaty male package.
Just when I started to really get into her examining, sniffing and licking of that moist sticky flesh, my damn cell phone rang.
I quickly reached behind me, grabbed it off my dresser, looked at the caller ID and said aloud: "Oh, it's Kay James, I have to take this." And as I answered it: "Swift." Hamari never paused or missed a beat.
"Hey Peter are you busy?" Kay asked.
With my adrenalin building, my excitement mounting and in fear she might hear my quick shallow heavy breathing mixing with Hamari's cute little continually moaning "Ummm" sounds, I took a deep breath and huffed out: "Call you right back." In a tone as normal and natural as I could muster.
I don't know if it was the excitement of being on the phone with Kay while Hamari was running me head, the fact that I decided to take advantage of her servicing me in that unclean condition or both, but I tossed the phone behind me, pulled her head into me, thrust my pelvis forward, slid all the way down her throat and I pumped until I unloaded in her windpipe.
She choked and gagged and swallowed every drop and as I pulled out I said: "Now about that bath." But she remained on her knees with a firm grip on my ass and continued to tongue, lip, lick and suck me clean.
Two minutes later we were under the shower and as she soaped me up, I noticed that she had filled one of the Cialis style tubs that I had installed years ago as kind of an inside joke. She had floated some of the orange blossoms from one of my trees on the surface of the water and as hot as I had been for the latter part of that day, I wasn't really looking forward to a soak in hot bath water.
She rinsed us off, took me by the hand and after I eased down into what surprisingly turned out to be pleasantly cool tepid water, I realized that she had thought of everything.
She stepped in with her beautiful ass and the lovely curve of her back toward me and sat between my legs. She gently took hold of my wrists, put my arms around her, placed my palms over her breasts and laid her head back against my chest: "This should cool down and refresh you" She whispered as she started massaging my submerged thighs.
"only on the outside." I chuckled to myself, for no matter what her long range motives are, she is still just so damn hot.
