Chapter 10
Tyson
Business is what I live for, but there’s always room for a potential conquest with more to offer than the average woman. The plane trip was quite eventful and I had made my motives quite clear. There’s nothing more rewarding than the first time I strip a woman slowly with careful and deliberate hands.
They tremble and watch me intently hungering for the moment I stand back to admire my handiwork. The insatiable need to see them on their knees is for my pleasure. They need to understand the person wearing the pants is me. It’s not the other way around. I have this feeling Michelle likes to have the control.
Working for it has never been an issue. A couple of drinks and a few well-chosen whispered words of encouragement and they would follow me to my room.
It’s frustrating to see Michelle deny herself what she really wants. I want desperately to take her on the magic carpet of pleasure to dizzying heights.
The night is young and there’s a party in the honour for those who are attending. I request Michelle wear something scandalous to get their undivided attention from the moment we enter the room.
She opens the door and I’m not easily floored, but she is easily the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My tongue metaphorically drags on the floor in appreciation of her efforts. She motions me to come in and I don’t hesitate, hoping this is going to lead to an hour of mattress tag.
“I’m just putting on the finishing touches. Can I trust you to zip me up? I know it’s a loaded question. I am taking the risk of putting myself in your capable hands. You can call this a test if that makes you feel any better. I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what you said, but I’m not ready to give you an answer.” She’s stunning and I don’t have to read her mind to know what she’s thinking.
I can easily make her room into a secret rendezvous. She’s the perfect example of a hot-blooded woman with a fever to do something unexpected. If I could make it feel good then maybe she would stay all night and let me explore her body from the top of her head down to her toes. I just have to wait for the sign and I will be ready to call her bluff.
“Don’t say that unless you really mean it. I feel this heat inside of me begging to get out. You can easily relieve me of the frustration. It’s entirely up to you and you have the power. This is a strange land and what we do here can remain our dirty little secret. We don’t even have to discuss it when we get back to the states.” I’m trying to quell her doubts, but it’s going to take more than words.
My fingers are shaking when she turns and I grab onto the zipper. It starts moving up, hiding the curvature of her back and the swell of her heart-shaped ass. I want to kiss each piece of exposed skin to inflict a pleasure she can’t do without.
She glances over her shoulder smiling thinking that her assumptions about me are correct. I have to show her a better man of principle and morality.
I don’t know what she thinks about her situation and the complication of being with me in an enclosed space. I can easily have my way with her and she might profess, but her body will give in willingly.
“You really don’t know how to give up. Some women might find that tenacity cute, but I’m not one of them. Persistence isn’t going to wear me down. No matter what you think to the contrary,” She insists, but I discover her lower lip quivering giving me a brief window of opportunity.
The red dress is like silk and I can’t help to crave the moment where I pull the zipper down the opposite way. To see it float aimlessly to the floor leaving her vulnerable is what makes me speechless. It’s merely a thought, but could easily turn into reality under the right circumstances.
The view from her window is of the city lights. It seems Japan is much like New York. It never sleeps. After 10:00 PM people venture out looking for a good time and find it in a number of different places. Karaoke is seen as Japan’s national pastime when the lights go down.
“I might have to retire early tonight. Jet lag gets the best of me. You’re more than welcome to stay at the party after I leave. I’m not foolish to think you can’t fend for yourself. You’re quite strong and capable. If I gave you any other impression then I apologize profusely.” I put my hand on her back leading her out of the door with my libido on high alert.
We walk down to the elevator with the blinking green light informing us of its ascension.
I take a careful look at the dress. The red colour brings out the raging bull in me. My hard cock is prominent and displayed quite nicely in the outline of my pants. Stiff and ready for action is the only way to describe the pumping presence. I would normally cast doubt in the female mind, keeping them at a distance to lend credence to the mystery surrounding me, but my attention is on the woman I came with.
The elevator arrives and the glass enclosure gives us a bird’s eye view of everything around us. The cars are moving steadily in the streets with pedestrians walking to and fro from whatever destination they have in mind. We aren’t going any further than the ballroom in the hotel where we have gathered to network.
I’m glad to have the company and the boredom of these events can weigh heavily on my mind. She looks inviting and her youthful enthusiasm is more than enough to give me nasty ideas not fit for print.
I can make it hurt so good and please her in ways no man could ever dream of. It would be my pleasure to make myself the measuring stick. Love is a four-letter word, but sex didn’t have to involve feelings to feel good. It’s all about chemistry and I feel Michelle can certainly live up to my lofty expectations.
“We’ve been on the go from the moment we landed with not a breather in sight. My introduction to sushi was a raving success during dinner. There’s no reason for me not to try different things while I am here in the pearl of the Orient,” She stammers while running her finger around the crimson shape of her mouth.
I don’t believe for one single solitary second I’m wasting my time. She’s lonesome and fighting me is going to become old quickly. She’ll want to see what I have to offer, but I’m not going to do anything to scare away the frightened bird.
“That’s precisely the reason why I suggested you get a nap in before we go down to the ballroom. You might be young, but these trips can take a toll on anybody. Amazingly, this week is about freedom, but there are those who bring their significant other afraid of what might happen if they don’t come along for the ride,” I assert with my statement of fact catching her by surprise.
“Mistakes have been made in the past and the water cooler gossip about this annual party has taken on a life of its own. It’s a legend and I find myself curious to see if the rumours are true. Some of the stories have to be embellished.” She takes my arm when we exit the elevator going down the hallway until we enter the fray.
Everybody is dressed to impress and I can tell the games have begun. They circle and wait for their opportunity to insert themselves into the conversation.
The men are subtle, but the women are blatant with giggles of persuasion to make any man melt. They target those who are alone and begin their campaign to learn those secrets after a night of debauchery.
It’s called pillow talk and these girls are very good at the job they have been enlisted for. They are the soldiers on the front lines vying for attention using what God gave them in abundance. Michelle didn’t need to know it, but her presence is to distract. The short dress does that easily with a disarming smile to go along with the package.
Michelle immediately gravitates to those who are looking at her with more than a little interest. I stand in awe by the way she works the room.
She knows how to laugh at their jokes and to touch them innocently enough to garner their attention. She easily immerses herself into whatever conversation is going on with a keen eye for detail and a steel trap when it comes to innocuous information.
I admire her from afar and I become a fly on the wall.
There’s no reason for me to do anything and she is already doing most of the work relentless in her approach. Michelle might be pure and innocent, but she doesn’t portray herself that way. She appears worldly, advanced for her young years and she gives those guys around her something more to think about than business.
I drink at the open bar and she continues her pursuit by plying them with drinks which she snatches from the tray of some server walking by. There’s not an empty hand and it is by design. She’s inventing her own reality becoming someone they are willing to talk to.
I follow her, listening in and she’s a natural in getting them to open up. She is drinking and I can tell how she is buzzed feeling no pain. She’s enjoying herself and the evening stretches on for a few hours before she finally returns to the nest.
I see the cloud over her eyes and I know pulling her away from her admirers is going to disappoint some.