Hakone (by Ammar )

We wake late, arms around each other naked in bed in the Daichi Hotel
just off the Ginza. Waking finds us gently hugging, kissing faces and
lips and touching each other her and there, playfully and affectionately.
Suddenly holding each other face to face, chest to chest, cock to cunt, legs to
legs. Without using my hands, my cock enters your vagina and with that early
morning warmth and sensitivity, I slowly draw myself in and out of you, no, we
work in unison, your breasts against my chest, your stomach against me pivoting
your hips off in against mine. A long, long, slow, slow, drawing in and out,
our faces cheek to cheek, no sex, no lust, only affection, natural pressing,
care, animal instinct, long warm hardness sowing in the inviting, soft, wet
flesh of you. Without thrashing, without jerking, without screaming, without
violence, my wetness fills you. You accept. I give more. You welcome more.
We press against each other, hold on, feeling me getting weaker in you, you
pressing me out. You fall back to sleep.

You wake to hear me emerging from the shower. You disrobe and press by my
naked body entering the shower after me. In the shower, you regret washing my
cum from your pussy, my taste from your mouth, my touch from your skin.

You exit the shower and dry yourself, powder, make up and get dressed in a
traveling suit. I am sitting in the lounge reading the morning paper. As you
enter, I drop the paper and look at you in your pants suit, men's tailored
shirt unbuttoned to the center of your chest, low heals with just a touch of
fishnet stocking showing under your pant legs.

"You look so alluring," I say. "I've got someplace to take you."

Without a word, I lead you to the door, and we leave our Ginza Hotel room. A
taxi, a train, a bus and a ferry brings us to Hakone, in southwestern Kangawa
Prefecture on Lake Ashinoko. We visit Fuji-Hakone-Izu National Park and have a
lovely view of Mt. Fuji rising majestically against the blue sky, its hump on
the eastern slope like the jaw of a whale. We see the remains of the barrier
station there, the cedar lined Tokaido, a cluster of stone Buddha images and
visit the Hokone Open Air Museum with its collection of Western and Japanese
sculpture outside in the clear, clean air of this mountainous green.

In the evening, we arrive at our ryokan (Japanese style inn) and check in. At
the door, four Japanese woman in subdued kimono bow and gesture us into the
inn. We take off our shoes and one lady quickly puts them in the shoe rack
beside the genkan, entranceway. I are brought to our room. The Japanese
hostess, opens the sliding shoji doors for us and we go inside. As she closes
the door behind us. We walk across the cool, fresh smelling tatami and get
undressed, and put on your yukata (light kimono) and slippers and make our way
to the onsen, hot spa down stairs.

In separate rooms, we bathe then find ourselves in the large common hot spa
bath. With towels around us we join the bathers there and soak ourselves and
relax talking pleasantly. The Japanese men look at your full figure from the
corner of their eyes with amazement, while the woman look with a certain amount
of envy. 

After a half hour or so, we retire to the separate dressing rooms, get back in
your yukata and return to our room, aglow with the hot effects of the fresh
spring water. In our rooms, we find the low lacquer table already set with
traditional Japanese food and decorated with irises arranged in green bamboo
rafts. A sashimi of the choicest sea bream is concealed in hollowed sections
of bamboo stalk. The vermilion of the lacquer sake cups and the gold dust
thinly applied on dried bamboo sheaths contrast wit the green of the bamboo.
We sit side by side on the tatami, and begin our meal.

Bold beautiful calligraphy by the abbot of the framed Daitoku-ji temple is
displayed on the wall. The ornamental scent ball hangs from a brocade in the
corner alcove. On the tables, we enjoy the green tea, then heated sake that we
pour for each other. You try Japanese dishes often asking me what they are:
shrimp, sushi and crab you recognize.

You ask about the lotus root, the enokitake mushrooms, bamboo shoots. You have
tofu, and clam consomm‚, sake steamed abalone, grilled egg plant. You find the
drenched radish quite tasty, the flounder treasure ships delicious and plate of
tempura simply wonderful.

As we eat, the Japanese hostesses come in and stand along the wall and while
one plays the shamisen, the two others do a traditional dance representing the
freeing of the dragon from the waterfall as depicted in the Kabuki play,
Narukami.

Once the meal is done, the table is cleaned off and taken away. The hostess
takes out the futon from the closet behind the sliding paper doors, place them
side by side on the tatami mats and then withdraws. I turn off the light and we
get in our respective futon, but don't stay there long. We roll toward each
other, and embrace. Quickly I pull the tie of your obi belt off and your wrap
around yukata falls aside. You do the same and we lay in the cool air of the
room beneath the futon guilt naked in each others arms.

I toss the quilts aside and I turn you over as you lay on your back. I rub
your back and sides, over your waist, your buttocks, down your thighs and over
your calves, massaging your feet for an especially long time as you had done a
lot of walking today. You find yourself falling asleep, I cover you with the
quilt and lay down beside you and drift off to sleep as my hard cock slowly
loses its hard on in the cool comfortable air.

Deep in the night, I find myself awakened. I look down and see you lying
beside me, forming with me a big T. You hold my cock in your hand and I am
hard and stiff. Your fingers make a circle around the base of my prick and am
slowly sucking me in and out of your mouth, making small sucking noises and
moans in your throat that vibrate on the stiffness of my shaft. Slowly, you
move up and down my cock, pressing your lips on my cock, wet with your saliva,
throbbing on your tongue.

You take me from your mouth and lick down my shaft around the base. You draw
one ball in your mouth, then the other then both as you slowly stroke my shaft
up and down. You then lick up my cock again as I watch, and your suck me deep
in your mouth, press me all the way in your mouth, hugging the base of my cock
with your lips, pushing down on me, grinding down, shaking your head back and
forth. I can see the rim of my cock head, pressed against the concave sucking
of your cheeks. Suddenly, you pull me out making a loud popping sound.

Without looking at my face, your squat over me, facing my feet, reach down and
press me deep in your wet pussy. Sitting deep down you rest on me, filled with
my cock, rocking your hips slow and sensuously on me like a dance of love
making. Slowly you rise up on me, your vagina squeezing on, like sucking on me
as you draw up, till you reach the pinnacle and then slowly fill yourself with
me again. I cannot quite see, but your right hand seems to be cupping your
breasts, one then the other, your other hand rubbing your clit, then reaching
further and massaging my balls, and pressing against the under side of my
shaft.

You start riding me harder and harder, up and down, facing away from me, your
back rippling with the muscles of your back supporting your frame as you ride
me and fuck me in and out of yourself. Your breath comes in short gasps which
I know means you are cumming. Moans and trembling in your buttocks translate
you orgasm to me, but I hold back. I imagine your smiling, knowing I am
holding it in for you to cum again. You lean forward and hold my legs in your
hands and work up and down. I can see my cock, soaked with your female cum,
and you run up and down even harder on my cock.

Again you moan and scream just a bit in your throat as cum again, but this time
you do not pause but continue to rock on my, this time leaning back, your hands
near my sides so I can reach up and cup your breasts from behind and your
screams become uncontrollable and I let myself go, filling you with my
streaming cum, shooting up in your pussy, dripping down my cock. The feeling
of the wet stuff in your makes your whole body tremble and your skin shake in
an immense culmination. 

You sit on me breathing hard for several minutes, recovering. Finally, you
raise up off me and grabbing a towel you had ready. You wipe of yourself and
then me, without looking at me, finished with me for now. You lay back in your
futon, on your back, your breasts rising and falling in the cool air, under the
moonlight, sifting in from the paper shoji sliding windows.

I hope you enjoyed the little trip in Japan. If you want a story written for
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