Walking into the lobby for yet another lengthy stay in beautiful Hiroshima City. The throng of people chattering and milling around remind you of worker ants building a new home. With a resigned sigh you step up to take your place in the long line and await your turn to check in. Setting your bags on the floor you glance around the lobby.
The lilting sound of nimble fingers flying over ivory keys of a Grand Piano floats into the crowded space and you look for the source. The crowd parts just enough for you to see the entrance to another room, a brass sign above the doorway says "Piano Room". Deciding you can just as easily check in later you pick up your bags and move towards the room.
The low murmurs from the other travelers slowly fade away as the melody fills your ears. At first glance the room appears empty save for a single high backed chair set to face the windows atop a small but raised dias.
Sunlight pours through each pane of glass casting a luminous glow to the gilded chair where a bare foot swings idly from within the padded confines.
"Come no further," a feminine voice purrs commandingly from the sunbathed dias.
The music stops and the silence roars like a tidal wave in the unadorned room. Slowly. Silently. The platform rotates, sending blinding beams of sunlight ricocheting in every direction, every angle from the embellished "throne".
Shards of light splinter your eyes until the platform comes to rest. In all of her naked glory she is spread out before you, open to your exploring eyes. She is perfection. Her auburn hair falls in thick waves down her chest. Taut pink nipples atop firm breasts peek out from beneath the heavy mass. Slightly muscular, yet slender legs part slowly as she trails her hands from her knees up her thighs to the moist curls covering her pussy.
Ever so slowly she parts her outer lips and strokes a single finger across her tightening clit. Moisture coats the tip of her finger as she lifts it to her mouth. Her full lips parting just enough for the slim finger to enter and be encircled by her waiting tongue. Pushing deeper, to the back of her throat and back out until the nail is exposed she repeats the motions again and again as if she is slowly sucking your cock.
Her eyes leave yours only long enough to travel the length of your body and rest on your hardening crotch. A faint smile pulls at the corners of her lips and her eyes lift again to yours at the same time pulling her finger out of her mouth, across her lower lip and down her throat.
Standing she brushes her hair back over her shoulders giving you an unobstructed view of her lithe body.