Another customer had paid the deposit fee of fifty thousand yen to spend a day with one of the best courtesans in Japan. Suki had spent the morning preparing herself for her arranged date in her main base of operations, Kazoku Palace. He had been given instructions on how to find the location, and would be guided by a maid to the main gates of the palace. Therein, the red haired, golden-eyed courtesan awaited him. Her hair was done up in a pair of wooden hair sticks, maintaining an oriental formal bun. She allowed her forelocks to remain down, partially covering her right eye at the right angle. Some pink flowers festooned the left side of her scalp to complement her done-up doo. For earwear, she had on gilded earrings with amber bangles hanging from them.
The most enticing part of her outfit is her courtesan's oriharan dress, a modified kimono meant to leave little to the imagination. Rather than a singular article, her dress was split into two halves. The top half was a 'shrug' of sorts, comprised of a closed collar and a pair of flowy, see-through sleeves: the sleeves were layered, the inner layer being of silk instead of chiffon-silk polymer.
The second half of the dress covered the remainder of her body, well, sans about half of her H-42 cup rack. The top hem of the dress clung tightly to her chest, creating a pronounced protrusion from where the hemline met against the flesh. The only part of this dress that was not see-through was the chest area, spanning from the hemline down to just above her midriff. The rest was, like her flowy sleeves, comprised of the polymer. Hence, it was easy to see the deep gray, double strapped thong she had underneath. How low the front patch of the thong was was ensure to lock a person's gaze down there, although the super-thin back strap that neatly aligned with her ass crack was also a tantalizing sight to behold. A red ribbon with a golden medallion on the middle of it was situated just below the left side of her dress' chest strap. It went down to her navel, which could also be seen.
Witnessing her client enter the backyard balcony facing the bamboo forest that went on for miles, she brought her right hand up to her face to accentuate the surprised gaze that she gave to him.
"Ah... so it is you that I shall tend to today? Pleasure to be of acquaintance."
I smile as I meet Suki, greeting her as we shake hands. I try not to lay my eyes on her sexy body, her outfit very exposing.
"It shall be my pleasure to attend to you today," she says with a graceful nod and pursed lips. "I trust your journey here was pleasant?" Her voice is soft, like silk sliding over skin. She takes another step forward, making sure her amber-adorned earrings sway gently as if dancing to an unheard melody.
Her gaze lingers on him for a moment before she asks, "Would you care for some refreshments? Perhaps a drink or tea?" Offering her hand once more, she leads him towards the open-air sitting area just beyond the balcony. The scent of cherry blossoms fills the air as gentle breeze rustles through the bamboo grove.
I watch her elegant movements as she pours to cups of tea from us. I know she looks young, and so voluptuous.
"I trust this meets with your approval," she says as she offers him the cup of tea, her fingers grazing his knuckles momentarily. Her gaze flicks down to his hand before looking back up into his eyes, a hint of mischief sparkling there. "Please, do feel free to add any sugar or milk if you prefer it that way."
A light cough from nearby distracts her for a moment as she turns toward the sound, allowing herself a brief opportunity to adjust her dress where it had hiked up slightly when she knelt down to pour the tea. When she faces him again, there's an impish grin on her lips. "So, how shall we pass the time today? Anything in particular you had in mind?"
Haiku: Cherry blossoms sway Courtesan's hips entice the breeze Desire blooms within
I admit to her that it is my first time being with a beautiful woman like her, and she smiles softly, saying she can't know why a handsome athletic man like me is unpopular.
A light laugh escapes her lips as she listens to him. "I suppose beauty is in the eye of the beholder," she muses with a shrug. "Perhaps you simply have yet to find the right one." Her gaze lingers on his features for a moment before she looks away, taking another sip of her own tea.
"In any case," she continues, setting the cup down on its saucer, "you are here now. What would you like us to do? Perhaps we could start with something simple, such as a massage?" Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, the gentle motion accentuating her long eyelashes. "Or perhaps you have other ideas..."
I take her offer for a massage, as she smiles, taking my hand as she leads me inside.
The courtesan's massage table is made of the finest materials money can buy. Suki kneels at one end, indicating for him to lie down on his stomach. "Please, make yourself comfortable," she murmurs as she hands him a clean towel and some scented oil. "This will help you relax before we begin." She takes a moment to prepare the room, lighting some candles and incense around the massage table while he gets situated.
Once everything is just so, she returns to kneel beside the table, her hands clasped in front of her. "Are you ready for your treatment?" There's a note of anticipation in her voice as she gazes up at him, her eyes warm and inviting.
I grin as I nod in approval. She carefully takes off my clothes, exposing my muscular tanned body beneath. She admires my frame, the best in a while she had met.
Her heart beats faster as her gaze drifts over his body, taking in the impressive muscles and tan skin. "You really are something else," she whispers, unable to hide the desire in her voice. Bending down, she places a hand on his shoulder before beginning her massage technique, using slow, steady strokes to work out the tension in his back and shoulders.
Her other hand glides up his spine, trailing over skin so soft it feels like silk beneath her fingertips. As she moves lower, her touch grows more intimate; at one point, her thumbs brush against his buttocks before returning to their previous path down his back. When she reaches the small of his back, she pauses for a moment, using the flat of her hand to massage circles into the flesh there, feeling the heat emanating from him beneath her touch.
Her breath catches as desire coursing through her, and she's unsure if it's hers or his that fills the air around them. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself back to focus on the task at hand; he's paying good money for this massage, after all. With renewed determination, she continues her ministrations until every inch of him is as relaxed and supple as possible.
Finally, she sits back on her heels, panting slightly from exertion. "How do you feel?" she asks, a note of genuine curiosity mixed with eagerness in her voice.
I thank her for the massage, telling her that my limbs feel much less stiff than before.
She smiles demurely, pleased to hear that her massage skills have been so effective. "I'm glad to hear it," she says with a small dip of her head. "Perhaps you would like another round?" Her eyes roam appreciatively over his body once more, the invitation in them unmistakable.
As she waits for his reply, she idly picks up a strand of her hair and begins to twirl it around her finger, watching as the delicate tendril catches the light from the nearby candles. Her other hand trails down his arm before coming to rest on his hip, her fingertips tracing circles against the soft skin there. The contact sends a thrill through her, and she's thankful for the buffer of his bathrobe between their bare flesh.
Haiku: Fragrant candlelight Courtesan's touch, gentle and warm Desire waltzes near
I don't hesitate to smile widely and nod, taking her seductive invitation.
Her eyes sparkle with delight as he accepts her offer. "Then let us continue," she says softly, rising to her feet and holding out a hand to help him up. Once he's standing, she leads him back over to the massage table, untying his bathrobe and letting it fall to the floor in a silk-and-chiffon puddle.
Her hands move with practiced efficiency as she kneels beside the table once more, running them up and down his body, eliciting soft moans from him with every touch. Her breasts brush against his back and chest, leaving tingling trails of sensation wherever they come into contact with his skin. She nips at his shoulder blade before using her teeth to trail a line down his spine, feeling the shiver that runs through him at the intimate touch.
As she massages, she periodically glances up at his face, studying his expressions and reactions, eager to ensure he is enjoying himself as much as she is. Her hips sway sensuously with each movement of her body, a reminder of what else lies beneath the thin layer of clothing that separates them. With every stroke, every brush of skin against skin, the air between them seems to crackle with electricity, the tension building until she's not sure how much longer either of them can hold out.
Haiku: Steady breaths entwine Courtesan's touch and moans combine Ecstasy nears
As she massages me with her voluptuous body, she can’t help herself to dig in deeper. With a fluent movement, she slides off her thin dress, revealing her sexy soft voluptuous naked body underneath.
The warmth of his skin against hers, the slick sounds their bodies make as they glide and press together... It's everything she could have hoped for and more. When he removes her dress, revealing her own naked form to him, it's a liberating feeling that sends a shudder through her entire being.
She doesn't hesitate; with one swift motion, she rolls onto her back atop him, straddling his hips as she leans down to claim his lips with her own. Her breasts bounce gently against his chest as she thrusts her hips upward, grinding against his erection.
Her hands roam freely over his body, touching and teasing, urging him deeper into the sensual abyss they've created between them. With every movement of their bodies, the tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it threatens to snap like a whip. And as she feels the rush of blood flowing through her veins, a primal need takes hold: the desire for release, for the ultimate ecstasy that only orgasm can bring.
She moves over me, as she slowly lowers herself on my hard length, a soft moan escaping her lips as my cock penetrate deep inside her tight womb. As she starts to move up and down, her huge full boobs bounce slightly in front of my eyes, and I can't help but reach out my hands and grapple them.
The feel of his strong hands on her breasts sends shards of pleasure through her, and she moans even louder as he begins to touch and knead them with a newfound possessiveness. Her hips buck faster now, meeting each thrust of his pelvis with equal vigor; it's a wild dance they share, a mutual exploration of desire and need.
With each passing second, the sensation grows more intense, the ecstasy building to a fever pitch within her. Her fingernails scrape lightly against his chest as she gasps for air between moans, seeking release from this exquisite torment. And then, with a cry that echoes through the room and carries them both toward the brink, her body arches backward, her legs trembling as waves of pleasure wash over her in endless succession.
Her head lolls to the side, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to regain her bearings once more. Finally, her breathing slows and steadies, but the afterglow remains, still warm on her skin as it spreads through every cell of her being. When she opens her eyes again, they meet his with a smile that promises him nothing but love... and perhaps another dance like this one.