Behind the mask of Akimo

Sam was a mans’ man and the slow stirring in his loins stopped at the thought of a man bathing him.


He lay back in the granite tub, his eyes closed, as the warm water encased his tired body. He began to undress a young woman in his mind; he removed her small petite body from the kimono that hung in the adjoining room. He stood behind her, his lips kissed her neck. He unpinned her flowing locks and as her hair fell down her back, his cock stiffened in his hand. The steady stroke of his hand up along his now thick erect penis. The warmth of the water made him relax into his masturbation, it wasn't intentional. He knelt upright and ran the taps heating up the now lukewarm water; he tested it with his wrist then slowly began to rock himself in and out of the warm stream of water. This added sensation to his now explosive cock, as it brought him over the edge. The intense orgasm swept through his body, his deep shallow murmurs muffled into his chest as it slowed. He lay back gaining some composure before reaching for a towel, his now semi hard erection floated in the warm bath. He raised himself from the water and stepped onto the soft bathmat.


The guide......


The writer walked across the tatami mats, droplets of water falling from his naked skin. The hotel phone rang, Sam answered "Hello." A softly spoken Japanese woman spoke “Moshi moshi” Mr McGuire, welcome to Osaka.” His mind now focused on the conversation his erection slowly subsided. “My name is Kikuyu, I shall be your guide while you stay in Osaka.” He listened to her welcoming voice. A brief conversation about his flight and was his hotel what he had hoped ensued. His inquisitive mind wondered what her name meant, being so bold he asked.


“Oh it means chrysanthemum,” a slightly bemused Kikuyu replied.


“Have you eaten Mr McGuire?"


"Please call me Sam, no I haven't eaten."


"Could we meet for dinner Sam, we can work out what you would like to do and see?"


"Fantastic," he replied.


"I'll see you in the hotel foyer in about 30 minutes, is that alright with you Kikuyu?"


"Yes, I shall wear a chrysanthemum," she gently giggled down the phone.


"Sayonara Sam, see you soon." He wondered what she would look like; she sounded quite sweet on the phone. His semi hard cock was speaking to him again, he was still aroused and hearing her voice hadn't really helped him at all.


Sam walked from the elevator, the foyer was a busy. How would he spot a chrysanthemum in this chaos? His height gave him an advantage or so he thought, as he felt a gentle tap on his arm. "Konbanwa Sam, I'm Kikuyu," she lowered her head as if to bow but not completely. He offered his hand out to her "Where's your chrysanthemum?" As she took his hand in hers, she shyly giggled, "I was joking Sam." It broke the awkwardness of two strangers meeting for the first time as they both laughed.


"Are you hungry Sam?" He was hungry, but not just for food. He was mesmerized by her sultry beauty. She wore no make up, her sallow complexion was clear. Her dark brown eyes would melt a man’s heart. He replied, "Yes I'm ravenous." She smiled, her small petite figure looking up at him, "Let’s go eat."


They walked along the colourful streets.

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