Konnichiwa Cowboy (2 page)

“There, you look perfect. Do you have any questions
before I go wait outside for the gentleman to arrive?”

“
Ile.
”

“Good, let me close the curtain and dim the lights,
help set a mood, there we go. Okay, we’re all set then.
O daiji
ni
.”

The concierge quietly closed the door behind him
after telling her to take care of herself. How thoughtful. Sakura
took a deep breath and realized she was more eager than nervous
about what would happen. Matt starred in her most erotic fantasies
and she couldn’t be more excited to finally share an intimate
evening with him. At the moment, he probably wouldn’t be bothered
with the true identity of his partner, although she had a feeling
he would later.

Before she had a chance to think any further about
what to expect, the door opened again. Even though her head was
bowed, she immediately knew her cowboy stood there, looking at her.
Only at her, and the knowledge of him focusing on her so intently
filled Sakura with a sense of power she’d never experienced
before.

Simply knowing he was there caused her nipples to
tighten and her pussy to fill with honey. She knew, without a
doubt, that he’d satisfy her as much as was legally possible.

For months and without any effort, the man’s natural
sensuality seduced her over the phone. Each time they talked
business and flirted with each other long distance, there’d been a
picture of him dressed as a cowboy in her head. As time went on,
the image morphed into him naked, except for his hat and boots, and
always hard for her. Inevitably, with the naughty image of him
teasing her and the deep voice talking to her, she usually had a
struggle to keep their interactions on a professional level.
Somehow she’d managed to do just that, but then he came to Japan
and it became more difficult to work with him. In person, Matt was
even more handsome and desirable than he’d been in her imagination,
and who he was inside shined through.

Thankfully, satisfaction finally stood within her
reach. Eager for everything to start, she’d already decided to keep
her voice low and emphasize English not being her first language.
With a husky whisper, she greeted him in a way he’d surely
understand and yet would be subtly naughty, something that would
hopefully turn him on even further upon hearing.

“
Konnichiwa
, cowboy.”

“And hello to you, pretty little geisha.”

His voice was deep and sexy, and goose bumps trickled
across her flesh much as they would when they spoke on the phone.
Hearing and seeing him at the same time made the experience even
more enticing, and there was no need to hold back her desires. If
there’d been any doubts about her dressing up as
prostitute-cum-geisha, they were washed away by the lust he created
by merely existing in her presence.

“
Nihongo o hanashimasu ka
?” Sakura knew he
couldn’t understand her language—only in the heat of the moment she
hadn’t been sure what else to say or do something he’d recognize.
Despite thinking about every detail with regards to the night and
what would happen, she hadn’t anticipated the nerves taking over
when they met.

“Sorry, I don’t speak Japanese. I know a few words,
but that’s about it,” he said and shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh,” she offered while still looking down at the
tips of his boots. Refraining from eye contact would be one of the
more difficult tasks she’d need to master for her time with him to
succeed.

“My turn. Are you okay with our speaking
English?”

“
Hai
. Sorry, yes.”

“Good. What’s your name?” He hadn’t walked any
further into the room, but appeared at ease as he stood with his
hands in his pockets.

“Yuki.” Not having thought he’d ask her name, without
thinking, she chose her second name. It made sense because when she
looked back on the night, there’d be some sort of connection
between what actually happened and her memories.

“
Konnichiwa
, Yuki, I’m Matt. Shall we get the
details of what I want tonight out of the way?”

Nodding her head, she finally stole a peek at him.
The cowboy boots were there, as usual, and suited him perfectly.
Like his jeans, they had a lived-in look, although right then he
didn’t look as if he’d just come from the range. He also wore a
white shirt and blazer and looked so handsome. From the tiny
triangle of flesh visible at the base of his neck, her gaze slipped
up and darted to his face before moving to his black felt hat, then
back down to his boots.

In the brief glance to his face, she noticed his
beautiful green eyes looked more intense than she’d seen before.
There was no doubt what was on his mind, raw lust reflected in his
orbs. The discovery caused passion to bloom even greater inside her
body. He needed her and she couldn’t be more pleased. She’d
absolutely made the right decision to play an obedient geisha for
him.

“The concierge said our time together would be one
hundred thousand yen.” She could see the stash of bills held out
and wanted nothing to do with them. It was a great deal of money, a
sum no real prostitute would turn down. However, she wasn’t one and
wasn’t sure how to decline without giving herself away. No way
would she let that happen, not when she was so close to having all
of him.

“After,” she pleaded quietly. Of course, she wouldn’t
take the money. What they were about to do was her as much her
fantasy as his.

“Fine,” he offered as he set the money on a dresser
table and turned back to face her kneeling form. “So we’re clear,
I’m looking for a submissive manner and you seem to have that down
pat. I also understand oral, anal and except for a finger or two,
non-penetrative vaginal sex is permitted, correct?”

“
Hai
,” she confirmed with a small nod,
secretly proud to know he wasn’t easily led by his needs. In his
knowing the law, Matt had, in her eyes at least, shown he
controlled his destiny and wouldn’t leave it up to anyone else. The
ability to do that and the ease with which he appeared to contain
his needs made him more enticing. Would he ever do anything that
turned her off, or was he someone she would do anything to be
with?

While he took off his blazer and tossed it onto the
bed, he threw another question out she hadn’t thought about.

“What if I spanked your ass, or pinched and twisted
your nipples or tender clit? Would you like that or not?”

The brief picture he painted stole her breath and,
before she managed to regain enough to answer, she watched him
treat his shirt in the same way. Wearing his hat, jeans, and boots,
he made his way over to the chair by the window and sat down.
Ultimately, he faced her with his legs spread wide, as if welcoming
her to his body, and she was lost.

“Well?” From beneath lowered lids, she watched as he
unbuckled the belt before slowly unbuttoning the jeans. She tried
to respond verbally, but the words were locked in her throat, and
she finally managed a nod. The man was bigger than life and such a
turn on, and seeing how large the bulge between his legs grew under
her focused gaze stole all thoughts from her mind other than
achieving sexual gratification.

Even though her hands clasped together in her lap,
she couldn’t stop her fingers from fidgeting with a desire to
stroke the tempting package.

“Come over here, my little geisha girl, and show me
how you entertain men with that sexy painted mouth.”

There was no elegant way to stand up on her own, even
crawling would be difficult unless she shifted the kimono out of
the way. Letting her purse and fan fall from her wrists, she lifted
one knee up a bit, pulled the silk robe from underneath, then
repeated the process with the other before making her way to Matt.
Sakura knew her breasts weren’t large, although she knew pushing
her arms closer to her body created a dark crevice which,
hopefully, would entice him to investigate them further. From the
fire blazing in his eyes, she believed it worked.

Once she found herself kneeling between his legs,
Sakura finally was able to do what she wanted most: truly touch
him, all of him. She ran her hands from his knees, along the seam
on his inner thighs until her thumbs rubbed over his denim covered
balls. Savoring the feel of him, she smiled inside when she heard
him suck in his breath and hold it as she turned her hands to cup
his long cock. She inhaled more air, thrilled with how alive he
felt beneath her touch. Throbbing from his rod picked up speed and
encouraged her to imagine how it would feel when it was inside her
body. She wasted no further time in getting to know him personally.
Sliding her hands up and down the hard length, she ignored the fact
he remained covered by his pants, and sought to feel as much of him
as possible.

Soon it wasn’t enough. Separating the jeans’ placket,
she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on the cotton-covered steel
pole beneath. The flesh beneath her lips felt hot and bounced at
her soft touch, obviously eager for some up close and personal
attention. Mentally submerged in lust and excitement, she forgot
about her extensive makeup and how it might mark his tight white
underwear, but when she pulled back and saw the evidence of her
lips, she loved it.

The subtle, reddish-pink dot from her lips resembled
the center of a target on his underwear and she went right back to
the same spot for more. Opening her mouth, she rested her teeth
around his hard rod as if ready to take a bite, except she
wouldn’t. Instead, she lightly ran her mouth along his length,
leaving a thin colored stripe on each side.

Sakura was so intent on leaving her mark on him, she
hadn’t realized how close to the edge he’d become until he slipped
his hands into her hair, causing the bells on her comb to tinkle
gently. He held her head still, poised within a breath of touching
his hard-on where it emerged from the waistband.

“Fucking nice, now pull my cock all the way out.”

She wasn’t sure how to do what he wanted. The
underwear looked like shorts that were painted on him. There was an
opening, except she wanted access to all of him, not just a small
portion. Knowing what she truly wanted, Sakura wasted little time
in stripping him down, only with her own twist.

Using both hands, she tugged both his jeans and
underwear by their waistbands. Apparently he was in the same
hurried frame of mind. Matt moved his hands to the chair’s armrests
and lifted up enough for her to pull it all down until they rested
around his ankles. Once there, she tugged on his boots until they
came off. Sakura took off his clothes and then put his boots back
on.

Folding her hands back in her lap and hiding them
beneath the long sleeves, she sat back on her heels and looked at
his erection and taut balls with a long, passionate gaze. She found
her cowboy, the one who appeared in her mind whenever she thought
of or spoke to Matt. Wearing nothing more than his hat and boots
with a spectacular erection for her pleasure, he was positively
sexy as sin. Sitting there, taking all of him in, she knew she’d
made the right decision in coming to his room.

“Okay, then it’ll be with my boots on.” Matt put his
arms on his knees and ran a finger over a silk covered breast,
pebbling the tip even further. “Shall I keep my hat on as
well?”

“
Hai
,” she whispered with a nod to ensure he
understood. Matt laughed and sat back in his chair, totally relaxed
with being nude before her.

“The cowboy and the geisha. My brother would love to
be in on the night’s activities.”

“Brother?” Sakura muttered under her breath as the
curiosity of what he meant grew. She knew there was another Wilson
back home, one who worked more hands on with the cattle than Matt.
They’d spoken a few times, usually polite nonsensical
conversations, but she was interested in hearing why he thought of
Ted at a sexual time. She reached out and held his cock in her
hands. It took both to cover most of his length, leaving a couple
of inches poking above the clasp. Gently, she pulled his cock more
into a straight up and down position before shifting to her knees
and swirling her tongue around the shining red cap.

“That’s good,” he muttered and held her head slightly
tilted to the side, probably so he could see her mouth on his rod.
In all his dealings with her, even during their harmless
flirtations, he’d always been a gentleman. Knowing he had such an
erotically wicked side to him, she admitted to herself, was
something she’d like to see more of and also be the one to reap the
benefits of setting that side of him free. So many ideas popped
into her head and she lost herself in the pleasure of possessing
and playing with his rod.

“Oh, yeah, that’s real good.”

She heard a groan escape from him and settle in his
deep rasping voice as he continued to talk about what he saw. To
her, the roughness said he’d moved closer to coming, except she
wasn’t ready for that to happen yet. She wanted him to be as wild
with need for her as she was for him. Sakura lowered her lips and
engulfed the entire crown of his rod. Whether she moved slow or
fast, the bells on her comb tinkled joyously.

“That’s it, suck my cock.”

Lust and a strong desire to please him had her
sucking as if to pull the seed out of his length, although not so
hard that she’d hurt him. She used enough pressure to make sure all
of his attention stayed focused on what happened between his legs.
When she felt his hands clenching and unclenching in her hair, she
alternated between swirling her tongue around the tip and sucking
on his rod like a sugared treat. She worked harder to send him
tumbling over passion’s ledge.

She hadn’t counted on him having much more control
over his passion than she had over her own. Sakura could feel in
her mind and body how ready she was for him to take her. To have
him possess her was all she could think about. She wasn’t a virgin
and had always enjoyed sex, although she was more excited about
being with Matt than she had been with any of her other partners.
It was odd she felt that way, knowing it wouldn’t be a complete
consummation. Spending time with her cowboy made her want to
stretch her sexual boundaries further than ever before.