Upon leaving the
plane, we spot a limo that bears Sampson’s company logo and head towards our
room at the Palace Hotel in Tokyo. Though I was a little tired from the flight,
this city leaves you no choice but to take in every detail. It’s almost
lunchtime in Tokyo so there is a lot of traffic and lots of people moving with
a sense of urgency. I can see why they say that Japan is trumping us with
technology because I am seeing graphics that seem like it would be in a
futuristic film. I see people on the street with phones, computers, and tablets
that are light years ahead of what we have in the States.
“Baby”, I say to
Sampson while I lay on his shoulder staring out into this brave new world. “I’m
so happy you brought me on this trip!”
“I’ll do anything
for you, baby girl”, Sampson replies while planting a soft kiss on my forehead.
“Because I know you’ll do anything for me, right?”
Without hesitation
I reply, “Yes, anything”. There are two sides to this man. There is the loving,
sweet, charming, charismatic creature that I like to call Sampson. Then there
is the guarded, controlling, abrasive, no nonsense side to his personality who
I refer to as Samson. I use both names interchangeably because he can change
into either person or both in the blink of an eye. I don’t understand how this
man is so complex. But he’s so damn fine. Did I mention rich? I knew that like
most things that are too good to be true, they usually are, but right now in
this moment, in his arms, everything else is irrelevant.
We enter the lobby
of the hotel and it’s like I walked into an architect’s wet dream. This hotel
is definitely Western-inspired but the touches of the native country do not go
unnoticed. As soon as I enter the lobby my eyes are immediately drawn upward.
Hanging from the high ceilings are sconces with actual candles in them. On the
tables, there are huge vases with water lilies that are taller than me. The
sitting area to the right has floor to ceiling windows that display the lovely
Japanese garden and small pond. In the middle of that pond is a small island
with a bonsai tree with the pinkest brightest foliage that I’ve ever seen. Yes,
judging from my scenery, it looks like Japan is going to be a great trip.
After checking in,
the bellman greets us with a smile and directs us towards our suite. It’s even
more beautiful than the lobby. The terrace provides a 180 degree view of the
famous Japanese Imperial Gardens and the Tokyo skyline. I step on the balcony
to take it all in while Sampson is paying the bellman. Inhale, exhale. Damn, I
thought New York City air was bad. I hear the bellman laugh and Sampson’s
obnoxious bellow behind me. I turn around to see what the joke was and it looks
like the joke is apparently me. Their four eyes are fixated on me while they
share a continue speaking effortlessly in Japanese. It suddenly makes me wonder
exactly how many times Samson has been at this hotel. And with how many women..
I brush off my insecurities and turn back around to continue enjoying the
sights.
As I hear the
hotel suite door close behind me, I head back into the room into the arms of
the man I adore.
“So what’s first
on the agenda, baby?” I say as I grab the collar of his shirt to bend him down
so that I can kiss his lips.
“Business,” he
says in between kisses, “then pleasure.” He lets my wrist off his collar then
heads to the desk of the suite and proceeds to grab his briefcase.
I pout and stick
my bottom lip out to show my discontent and let out a small cry to get his
attention as he heads towards the door.
“Oh baby girl,
don’t worry. You’ll have all my attention and plenty of time to moan and groan
when I get back. I set up a spa appointment for you downstairs in an hour. Take
a shower, get some rest, and I’ll be back this evening.” Sampson blows me a
kiss with a wink then puts on his suit jacket and closes the suite door behind
him.
I enter the lavish bathroom and cannot believe
my eyes. The floors and the countertops are made of black marble and the shower
was as big as my walk-in closet back in NYC. I turn on the showerhead then I
slowly slip out of my clothes. I cannot help but to notice how my bikram yoga
classes are really paying off. I can see the definition in my physique and
Sampson has definitely noticed it too. After a relaxing shower, I lay on the
lush bed to take a quick nap. I awaken to a gentle knock on the door. It’s the
concierge reminding me of my appointment at the spa.
“I’ll be down in
five minutes,” I yell towards the door as I quickly throw on a floor length
maxi dress and sandals. I skip putting on my panties since I’m about to be
naked anyway. Closing the suite door behind me, I head down to the spa.
At the spa, I
noticed how the women were dressed in traditional Japanese kimonos and looked
so beautiful. After checking in, I was handed a glass of champagne and escorted
to my room and told to undress and lay underneath the towel.
“Hello? Are you
ready?” I hear an American accent say through the curtain.
“Yes, please come
in.” I turn my head to meet her acquaintance and I am immediately spellbound.
Enters the most
beautiful woman I have ever seen. She is simply a stunning Japanese beauty. About
5’10”, her svelte body could easily be mistaken for a model’s. Her long jet
black hair sweeps the middle of her back in beautiful soft waves. Her delicate
mouth is shaped like a heart accentuated with her ruby red lipstick. Her eyes
feel like they are looking into my soul.
“Miss Stephens?”
I struggle to
catch my breath and my words. “You’re American?”
She giggles.
“Forgive me for not introducing myself. I am Mayu. Mister Sampson set up this
massage for you today, yes? And to answer your question, yes ma’am, I was
raised in America but I’ve been back here since 18. Are you ready for your
massage?” She gives me a warm smile and I immediately like her.
“Yes I am.” It
takes everything I have to take my eyes off of her but I am anxious to get this
stress rubbed out of my body. I turn back over and place my head on the cushion.
And then it happens. Her tiny yet firm hands gently caress my shoulders and it
feels like heaven. I let out a small moan and immediately try to repress it.
She pauses for a second then continues with her methodical movements. Damn it,
Sasha, get it together.
I begin to strike a conversation with the
beauty as to not make this experience so awkward. I learn that Mayu is from San Diego and came
back to Japan to begin schooling at the University of Tokyo and to connect with
her family. Though she misses America, she states that Tokyo is where she
belongs. She has one more year of school and working at the massage parlor
helps her pay for her tuition. Throughout the course of the massage her
movements are so sensual that I can feel myself getting aroused.
Mayu clears her throat and hesitates to speak.
“Miss Stephens, forgive me for being so forward, but your body is exquisite.”
I immediately
blush. “Why thank you, Mayu. I, uh, I don’t know what to say to that.”
“I didn’t mean to
make you uncomfortable. I feel you tensing up, please relax. It’s just that I’m
so used to seeing Japanese or white people in my massage chair. Your soft
chocolate skin is like a breath of fresh air.” Mayu continues to use her magic
hands on my body without missing a beat.
“Well, I can
understand that. Thank you, Mayu. And call me Sasha. By the way, this massage
feels so great. Do you mind if I nod off a little while? I know we have about
45 minutes left in the massage.”
“No ma’am. That’s
fine. But before you do, spread your legs a little so that I can get each leg
without disturbing your rest.” I comply and doze off and instantly begin to
dream of Sampson and the things I’m going to do to him this evening.
He’ll enter the
room while I’m pretending to still be napping. I’ll be naked on the bed with a
single sheet laying across my back while I purposely let my love below show. I
hear him moan as he drops his briefcase and walks swiftly to the bed. He’ll
call my name and I pretend that I don’t hear him. He knows exactly what I’m
doing. I feel his warm lips and tongue start at my calf muscle and advance to
the back of my knee cap. He knows that’s my spot. I try not to stir too much
because that would ruin the whole purpose of this little charade. He slowly
parts my legs and sees my wet shaved pussy inviting him to enter.
He slowly and
seductively parts the lips of my love and rubs his thumb on my throbbing clit.
Oh my God… Sampson then takes his index finger enters the first knuckle into me
making a “come here” type of motion. All my juices immediately douse his
finger, dripping onto his hand. I moan as he pushes his finger further into my
awaiting abyss.
“Miss Stephens,”
he whispers into my ear as he licks my lobes, “will you come for me? Please
baby, come for me.”
“Yes”, I moan.
“I’ll come for you.” And with my declaration, my sea opens up and I release my
orgasmic waves on Sampson’s warm and wanting appendage.
Except this wasn’t
a dream. I awaken to the feeling of a small slender hand gently caressing my
honey pot. And it feels so good that I can’t dare tell Mayu to stop…
TO BE CONTINUED…..
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