Date: Sun, 01 Oct 2000 11:34:43 EDT From: Toni Podols <toni526@hotmail.com> Subject: Randi24 Randi XXIV, a continuation of adventures experienced in my previous stories, is dedicated to all of my friends and fans. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Please note that my use of the phrase "Princess" throughout this story relate to my feelings for Yukio and not an alliteration ot her membership of the Japanese royal family. I also wish to recognize the help from my friend David, a westerner living in Japan, for editing my use of Japanese phrases. His knowledge was greatly helpful in smoothing out my memories of life in Japan. Please keep your feedback coming to my toni526 hotmail address. I love it and answer each email personally as soon as possible. And, now. . . Randi XXIV -- Foreign Affairs -- the Next Episode The first breaking rays of morning light fought with the tinted glass of the great room's windows as I yawned and stretched, my eyes taking in the brilliant sun. The many skylights were no match for the direct sunlight and I knew that there would be no more rest for me. Rolling over, I took in the soft, perfection of the beautiful woman sleeping at my side. The perfect sweep of her back, the channel of her spine shadowed and softly curved to her beautifully rounded ass, the crisp demarcation between her cheeks so inviting. I watched as her long, thick black hair swirled lazily about her in the morning breeze that passed through the open deck doors. I reached out a hand to touch her, but paused. Let her sleep, I thought, my fingers tingling at the urge to touch her velvety smooth body. A first experience such as last night's deserves the time to react, to think, to pause for reflection. I quietly swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, my naked body stretching, bones snapping into place. I walked to the edge of the balcony, glancing down onto the great room and at the fierce sun starting to turn the darkness into another fabulous Acapulco day. I walked to the circular stairway and slowly padded down on bare feet, loving, once again, the cool touch of the marble slabs against my nakedness, walking to the slightly opened sliders. As I walked out onto the deck, the sudden change from cool air conditioning to the heat of the early morning Acapulco sun struck me, sweat immediately secreting from my pores. I leaned against the deck railing and lifted my face to the fabulous sun, feeling the heat touch every part of my body not inhibited by hair. Eyes closed, I still beheld the brilliance of the sun. Mmm. Love it. I glanced at my watch. 600AM. Seven hours until the closing meeting is scheduled to begin. With a speech by yours truly, no less. Well, damn it, some of that sun is going back to New York with me, I promised, turning and walking down the steps to the pool. I picked up a large lounge towel and spread it on the chaise near the diving board, next to the pool. Carefully dropping my soft, round ass (it is, really!) onto the chaise, I lay back, letting my long hair fly in the breeze, whisking away those strands that threatened to inhibit my tan. Eyes closed lightly, to try to avoid those little wrinkles (fat chance!) and let my mind wander back to last night. I could still hear the sounds of ecstasy that floated throughout the villa as my beautiful geisha, my delightful Yukio, experienced her first ever orgasm from a woman, her first inkling of her latent bisexuality. Amazing! From curious, confused, terrified Asian beauty to ravenous, insatiable, rampaging temptress in the amazing time of 5 minutes. Moments became minutes, became hours as she harvested my orgasms continually until it was finally me that called a halt to the proceedings. After all, we may not come as infrequently as you guys; but, we certainly have our limits to ecstatic lovemaking and continual, open-ended orgasms!! I smiled at that, realizing that I had brought it upon myself. I'd created a sexual monster. Pity her poor husband upon her return to staid, elitist upper crust Japanese life. Listening to the sounds of the insects and birds, the sound of the wind through the trees, I began to doze off, happily thinking of being home soon, feeling Ryan's hands on me, his huge hands encompassing my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. Strong hands, his lips touching the side of my neck. Lazily, I reached for his phantom hand on my breast and found . . . soft, velvety smooth skin, a tiny wrist, long, graceful fingers. Opening my eyes, I looked into those almond shaped, almost black eyes of my geisha. My Yukio. Her arms around me from the back, her hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them, gently roiling them on my chest, her lips dipping to kiss the delicate spot beneath my ear. I closed my eyes and relished the feel of her against me, feeling her naked breasts pressing into my upper back. "Good morning, my little geisha," I whimpered, leaning my face back for a kiss. She granted my wish, her soft, moist lips barely touching mine, a purring sound coming from one of us, most likely me, as I wallowed in the warmth of her body, the sun, everything. "Good morning, Sensei," she whispered, the Japanese word for master, teacher teased my ear, telling me that my worry about her uncertainty after last evening was grossly misplaced. Her words, whispered into my ear, were replaced by a sharpened tongue, delving into my canal, creating goose bumps on my arms that were inconsistent with the heat of the early morning sun. I held her hands in place over my breasts, then traveled up the soft, light peach fuzz-covered forearms to her upper arms, to her soft shoulders, pulling her head from my ear to my face. My tongue snaked out to enter her soft, heated mouth, licking her perfect teeth and teasing the tip of her own tongue. As I bit down on her tongue, her hands became more insistent, fingers pinching my nipples before sliding down to my abdomen, down to the narrowness of my waist. Breaking the kiss, Yukio walked around to stand in front of the chaise. I shaded my eyes with a hand, gasping at the sight of her naked body, the sun behind her, her appearance almost ethereal. I stared at her porcelain doll face, framed by her swirling black hair, down over her shoulders to the small, perfectly rounded breasts, dark nipples standing at attention. Further down to her gently rounded hips, her center entirely without hair, her long, smooth, albeit muscular legs. I shivered as she lay on the chaise, her hands caressing and spreading my thighs, watched as her head dipped, lips caressing the inner portions of my thighs, tiny kisses walking themselves toward my open, waiting, glazed cunt. "Please, my little wonder. Taste me. Lick me. I need your tongue. Now," I murmured to a smiling Yukio, so quickly taking the initiative in our lovemaking. Such a superb student, I giggled to myself as I felt the first touch of her tongue along the slit of my cunt. She lapped up the clinging precum coating my red bush. I moaned, my hands dipping to touch her cheeks as she softly licked up and down the length of my cunt, teasing me. Making me beg. Me? I don't think so! I laced my fingers through her magnificent mane, pulling her face hard into me, forcing her face against my cunt, feeling her tongue slide out of her mouth, pushing aside my cunt lips, licking all over my swollen clittie. With a small cry, I raised my thighs and wrapped them around her head, keeping her in place as her tongue slid down to enter my portal, licking my folds, my clittie and back, delving deeply into my body. I was shaking now, bucking my hips against her beautiful face, her long tongue sliding deep into me, tasting my honey nectar as it flowed from my hole. God, I was getting so close, so close to coming and filling her searching mouth. And, then, she left my cunt. Her tongue slid down to that super sensitive area beneath my cunt, down to my ass. Oh, my! I felt her tongue lick the length of my crevice, her fingers grasping my cheeks, opening them, letting the heat of the sun play on my little puckered asshole. "Oh, God, yes, yes, yes," I whimpered, my hands more insistently urging her mouth down, waiting for the touch of her tongue to the tiny opening of my ass. I could feel it circling my anus, touching it, stabbing at it, driving me wild before, finally, her hardened tongue slide past my puckered ring and delved deep into my asshole, my rectum spasming under her lingual touch. I squeezed my ass around her probing tongue, felt her hands holding tight to my hips. I felt my orgasm begin its final journey, beginning deep in my groin and sliding throughout my hips, my ass, to my cunt. "Cominggggggggggg," I screamed, loud, laughing and crying as birds took flight at my cry, my orgasm exploded just as she left my ass and cupped my cunt with her mouth, catching my spurting orgasm of thick, rich, white juices in her mouth. "A newbie. Right", I whispered to my chaise-mate, as my orgasm slowly passed, my body returning me to the living. Lying hip to hip, we glanced around at the sudden sounds as the pool boy walked through the gate , long netted pole over his shoulder. Both Yukio and I watched him approach, his approximately 5'10",slim, muscular body swaggering as he studiously tried to avoid staring at the two naked women beside the pool. "Do you think he saw us, Randi?" Yukio whispered into my ear, punctuating it with a touch of her tongue. "No doubt, my sweet geisha," I whispered. "Drop your eyes just a little bit south of his belt," I added. As Yukio glanced down, a poorly stifled giggle broke from her beautiful lips at the sight of a long, thick tube extending the front of his shorts, akin to a tent pole. "You are right," she said again, this time unable to hide her cackle. "Good morning, ladies," the young man said, doing his best to down play his leer and, at the same time, profess his machismo. Sorry, down, boy. Fat chance, there. As he approached, Yukio and I rose, swinging our asses toward him first. Then, we turned together to face him, our legs slightly spread. "Sorry to eat and run, but we have to get ready for a meeting. Goodbye," I said, a huge smile bringing just a bit more extension in his groin. As we walked toward the deck stairs, our asses swayed in time with our walk, Yukio wound her arm in mine, leaning over to whisper in my ear. "My God, Randi! Did you actually said that?" she giggled, suddenly breaking out into a huge laugh as we climbed the stairs to the shower. Hot on her tail (cute!), I chased Yukio up the staircase, watching her beautiful ass twitch as she ran. At the top of the stairs, I caught up to her and wrapped my arms around her slim waist, pulling her to me, turning her around so that our breasts mashed against each other. I held back from her, staring at her beautiful face, amazed at the transformation. "I know, Randi, my Sensei. I know what you're thinking. 'What has happened to the shy, reserved Japanese society princess?' Is that not right?" she whispered, staring into my eyes. "When I leave tomorrow morning, I will settle back into society," Yukio continued. "With a difference, of course, that I must analyze. For today and this evening, however, my life is here. With you. And, I fully intend to enjoy it to the fullest. Let me play the little fool until then. Na?" she said, that shy, tiny smile returning for the briefest of moments. Without a word, I reached down and swept Yukio, the Fool, into my arms and carried her into the shower. Climbing in with her, I turned on the water and the room was soon enshrouded with steam, our bodies moving together. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," I murmured as her lips found mine, her eager tongue diving into my mouth, searching for and easily finding mine. "my geisha, my Sweet little geisha," I murmured, breaking the kiss and leaning back against the wall. "For you, Sensei, " Yukio whispered, her hands caressing my shoulders, my arms. Reaching past me, she grasped the hanging bar of soap and began to lather her body. Her hands created huge amounts of lather on her chest, her breasts, her tummy, her cunt, her thighs. Covered in lather, Yukio smiled slyly, replacing the bar of soap and turned me to face the wall. I felt her lean against me, felt the firmness of her body touch mine, felt her soapy breasts rub against my back, her hands reaching around to cup my breasts with her soap-filled hands, squeezing them, cleansing them. Her hands slid down to my tummy, pulling my ass hard against her soapy cunt. Her fingers spread my ass cheeks wide apart as her soapy cunt pushed against my asshole, cleaning me, thoroughly. Quickly turning me around, she continued to rub her soapy body against mine, driving me almost completely mad with passion. Almost. Not enough to escape my passion, however. Simultaneously, Yukio's fingers began to cleanse my orifices, thrusting soapy fingers into my asshole as well as my cunt, deep, cleansing thrusts, tearing loose the logjam of my come from me, the spray of the shower insufficient to wash away the running streams of my come. My suddenly insatiable lover turned to my tummy, rubbing me with slippery hands that stopped momentarily as her fingers slid into my belly button, pushing deep, further stoking my fires. My legs were already weakened as she knelt down to my red bush, pulling on the hairs, then rubbing hard. I opened my eyes so see the marvelous pure face of my geisha lave my bush, her tongue cleansing my pussy slit of all the flowing juice. I watched, fascinated, as the almond eyes stared up at mine, her sharp, pointed tongue dipping into my cunt. I reached down to hold my lips open for her, watched the tip of that tongue slip around and around my clittie. Too much, I thought. Too much, I must . . . harder and harder Yukio probed, her hands now sliding behind me, caressing the softness of my ass, lathered to perfection. Her fingers slid into my crack, moving the lather all over my tiny asshole, her fingers sliding easily inside. At that point, my legs refused to hold me and I slid down to my knees. Grasping her head and kissing her, long, deep, my tongue delving throughout her mouth. I cupped her small, perfect breasts, my fingers teasing her rock hard nipples, my hips thrusting forward, our legs intertwined. Lifting her thigh over mine, our cunts suddenly struck each other, our clitties rubbing together. Yukio screamed. "Oh, my God!" Her cries almost drowned out the pouring shower as she began to buck hard against my cunt. Screaming almost incoherently, her hands sought purchase on my body, grasping my ass cheeks, pulling me closer and closer. "Randi, Randi, Randi," she began to chant, her fingers searching for, and finding, my welcoming asshole. I reached for Yukio's little ass, delving quickly for her asshole, driving my fingers deep inside of her, feeling her body clutch hard at my fingers as I did hers. Suddenly, we both began to scream our pleasure as our orgasms seemed to arrive at once. Rocking hard, the hot, steamy spray pouring on us, we slid around in to water on the shower floor, crying out as our come spurt from our bodies. Collapsing in a heap on the floor, the hot water flowing over us like a bronze fountain, we lay exhausted, our arms wrapped tightly about each other. Impulsively, I kissed her soft lips and playfully pinched her nose. Yukio threw her arms around my neck and kissed me harder, holding on for dear life. Moments later, we emerged from the shower and dressed, Yukio in her black mini-dress from the previous evening. I dressed for the heat, albeit not with the shorts I was dying to wear. After all, one must maintain one's position. Right? Well, I compromised with loose, billowy white slacks, belted with a knotted gold rope, a white man's shirt, tied in a knot around my waist yet not high enough to be bare midriff and a string of Mikimoto pearls. As we climbed into our separate jeeps, hers the usual brightly painted version, I leaned over to kiss her goodbye, feeling the eyes of the pool boy watching us from behind the villa. Yukio's hand came up to stop me, caressing my cheek. "Tonight, you shall come to my villa for dinner. I shall have a special surprise for you. I want to make this evening memorable for my sensei. Seven o'clock?" Smiling, I leaned over and kissed her, followed by a light tapping of my finger on her perfect nose. "Seven o'clock, my little angel," I whispered. As she drove off, I climbed into my jeep and headed for the main building. After a long brunch and much schmoozing, the meeting started with a bang. I announced the approaching change in options to be offered to management, to much applause. Nice. After that nice start, the rest of the meeting went well and we finished at 5PM. Nothing had been planned because most of the participants were headed home that evening. Throughout the meeting, I caught Yukio's infective smile, her porcelain doll's face brightened by that little smile on those small, cupid's bow lips and those flashing, sensual eyes. In deference to her manager's presence, she wore bright golden slacks and a matching gold silk blouse. Her single stand against convention, the blouse was unbuttoned past her cleavage. Mmmmmm. Oriental sexuality ablaze. Walking to my car, I was stopped by Yukio's manager. We spoke for only a moment as he asked me to dinner. Deftly (well, I am quite deft at handling men. Well, most of the time . . . some of the time . . .), I deflected his advance with the fact that I was scheduled to fly out so early in the morning on the company jet to San Diego, to connect to my flight to New York City. Which was true, since I never, ever lie (!). He smiled, proffered his perfect bow and left. Such a handsome man, too. (Note: That was to make Ryan jealous. Sure!) As I jumped into my jeep, I picked up my cell phone and called the Irish woman in New York. I asked her to confirm the plane for the morning and, deftly driving the winding roads, I filled her in on the meeting and my little fun time with Yukio. "Good God, girl, she is fantastic. I was so exhausted by this little nymph, I was barely able to make it to the brunch and work session this afternoon," I sighed, listening to Irish's giggles. "You would have enjoyed being a third in this mix." "Oh. Poor, poor Alexia," Irish mourned. "From the sound of her voice, she's a bit perturbed that you didn't drag her off to your lair, Spiderwoman," she said, bringing memories of the touch of my hand to Alexia's cinnamon colored skin. Her flashing eyes, her . . . Hey! Enough! "Darling," I said, speeding around the final lap to my villa, "I shall leave her to your tender charms when you make your way to Mexico. I'm too old for this multiple lady business. Trust me when I tell you that Yukio is enough!" "Yeah! You're too old. And, I invented the Internet and I was the inspiration for a black version of Love Story," Irish laughed. As we said our goodbyes, I pulled up before my villa and walked in. In the bath, I stood in the shower just long enough to avoid the puckering of my skin, but long enough to enjoy all the fantasies of this past day. I dressed in a beautiful Mexican peasant dress that I'd found in a shop near the hotel grounds. Barely touching my shoulders, is dipped almost to my belly button and handkerchiefed halfway down my thighs. High heeled white pumps and my pearls finished my outfit. I spent quite some time twisting and manipulating my hair, gently lifting it from my neck. Once again, Stella Stunning had entered my bath. Not too shabby for an old lady. I dashed from the villa and jumped into my jeep. I decided not to emulate Alexia's driving skills in the approaching twilight. I drove on, my skin tingling at the thought of spending this last night with the magnificent Yukio, pulling up before her villa at exactly seven o'clock. To the shock of my "young" life. As I approach the villa, I was startled to see two hulking giants swept off the veranda to greet me. Huge men, Japanese, dressed in traditional garb approached the jeep, huge hands taking mine and gently helped me step down. Dressed in traditional black, each man wore a hakama, a divided skirt-trouser, over a silk kimono, a silken obi of subdued color wrapped several times around their waists, just a bit higher so their ribs were covered. Thrust through the obi, each wore the dai-katana, the combination of the long katana sword and the shorter dai-sho. Without a word, they smiled, motioning me to enter the villa. I smiled, held my hands together an offered each a gentle bow in response to theirs. "Hai," I whispered, backing to the stairs before turning and walking to the door. Wow! As I approached, the doors swung open and my heart definitely skipped a beat. Standing in the doorway were two of the most exquisite young girls that I have ever seen. An absolutely perfectly matched pair, they were approximately 10-12 years old, perfect little porcelain dolls (I know. I've said that a lot in this story, but it seems such a perfect alliteration that I shall continue to use it. Sorry.) My time in Japan began to flood back into my memory, wonderful memories where I first met Ryan and where we fell in love, huddled together in that magical Shinto temple. The girls wore matching long-sleeved, gorgeous kimonos, the kind usually worn by young girls (or by geisha). I remembered that their design, basically chrysanthemums, were attuned to the autumn season, and they each carried a seal, indicative of, I assume, Yukio's family. Each wore the Obi, at least twelve foot long and a foot wide, wrapped many, many times around their tiny waists and tied in back in a special fastening. Their hair was pitch black, cut into a neat pageboy, their large almond eyes black and flashing as their endearing smiles invited me to remove my shoes before stepping into the foyer. Without a word, they knelt at my feet, their tiny hands holding my ankles as they removed my shoes and placed soft slippers on them. Smiling as they rose, they each took one hand and led me to a room off the entrance to the great room. Once the door closed behind us, these two beauties proceeded to undress me. Within moments, I was dressed in an absolutely magnificent, soft, silken kimono, smaller and the colors deeper and richer than theirs, wrapped in a narrower obi, wound lower than theirs. I remembered well that the colors of the kimono and the obi, as well as its narrowness, were entirely dependent on the age of the wearer. Hmmmm. But, once again, wow! Smiling those beatific smiles, the two children led me from the room to the door of the great room and turned to me. Each placed their hands together and bowed to me. I returned their honor and watched as they walked away. No, not walked. They seemed to float on a cloud, obviously well trained in their craft. As I reached for the doorknob, the door opened. Off to the side of the great room, separators had been set up to create a small room within the room, a Chashitsu, approximately the size of 4 1/2 tatami mats in size. Devoid of any decoration with the exception of an alcove, I knew. Yukio was planning a Chanoyu, a traditional Japanese tea ceremony, an honor that touched my heart, remembering my first, in honor of Ryan's and my love. The alcove is called a tokonoma. Hanging in the alcove was a kakemono, a scroll painting that had been carefully selected by my host, revealing the theme of the ceremony. The Buddhist scripture on the scroll is always by a master and is called bokuseki, ink traces. As is the custom, I admired the scroll, nodding appreciatively, and turned to the tea setting. I examined the utensils that were laid out for the ceremony, the kama, the kettle, the furo, the portable hearth. Finally, I dropped into a lotus position directly opposite where Yukio would sit. Moments later, a single ring of a bell. And, to the sound of traditional Japanese strings, Yukio entered the small room. How do you define a mythic goddess? Her kimono was a shimmering aqua, with water scenes, magnificent cranes, her family crest prominent. A bit unusual since water scenes usually indicated a summer season. Her obi was a perfectly contrasting blue, her fastening at the back beautifully complex. Her hair was drawn up in a traditional set, ivory chops thrust through its thickness. She moved across the floor like a wraith, her feet seemingly not even touching the floor. She approached, silently, her eyes shyly downcast, bowed, and lowered herself easily to the floor. I felt a tingling coursing throughout my body as the atmosphere, the smells of jasmine, was so . . . perfect. Yukio's smile warmed my heart, a tiny smile, her downcast eyes playing the ceremony to the hilt. I won't bore you with the full details of the ceremony. Suffice to say, her technique was exquisite and perfect. And, extraordinarily sensuous. From the use of the chawan, the tea bowl, the chasen, the tea whisk, the chashaku, the tea scoop. Through all of it, until the final offering of the tea, my eyes were drawn to her long, delicate fingers, and her eyes. Those magnificent eyes. Later, after we'd eaten traditional tea ceremony fare, a meal called chakaiseki with o-saki, Yukio led me out onto the balcony We stood, side by side, watching the sun's magnificent departure and felt the arrival of the cool ocean breeze. I took my young geisha into my arms and stroked her chalk white cheek with the backs of my fingers and spoke for the first time. "I had no idea you were so important in Japanese society, Yukio. Your crest alone tells me that you are much more than you pretend to be," I whispered, wanting so badly to kiss her brightly painted lips. "Are these your servants?" "The two men are my bodyguards," Yukio said, meekly staring at her feet. "The girls are my nieces who always want to travel with me wherever I go. I'm sorry, Randi. I hadn't meant to mislead you. I . . . I was just . . ." "Yukio," I interrupted her, taking her downcast face in my hand, lifting her chin, watching her gorgeous eyes begin to drip tears. "Darling, you haven't misled me. For heaven's sake, you are a Japanese princess. So what? I'm a Jewish American Princess. A JAP, for God's sake!" Her eyes fixed mine in a semi-shock. Suddenly, she burst out laughing, a beautiful laugh, as her arms suddenly wrapped around my neck. "Oh, Randi, Randi. My Jewish American Princess! I love it. We're princesses of the blood!" I kissed her. Her lips, with the thick red makeup, smeared themselves across my face, leaving an enormous track that brought more gales of laughter from my little geisha princess. "Come!" Yukio cried, taking my hand. We raced across the great room and up the winding stairway to the bedroom. There, we quickly removed the ceremonial garments, leaving them piled on the floor. Opening her closet, she threw a set if karate gi at me and quickly dressed in hers Mine was totally black, hers white. Aha! I think I'm going to be the villain in this little piece of theatre she had obviously planned. "Come,", Yukio cried again, taking my hand in hers and leading me back down to the great room. Our two giant bodyguards were finishing clearing the furniture back, heavy dojo mats in place. One approached with a long, heavy case in hand, placed it onto the floor and opened it. I moved closer to look at the contents and my hand flew to my chest in shock. Two magnificent katana, swords, rested on a crimson velvet lining. During my time in Japan, I'd been fascinated by the ancient art, the ritual of making a katana. Although the two swords in the case looked almost new, I knew that I was looking at katana created sometime during the late Nanbokucho to early Muromachi periods, approximately the 14th century, family heirlooms passed down throughout the generations through an ancient ceremony. For Yukio to have these absolutely priceless weapons meant that she had become the master of the katana. And, the head of her household. Yukio knelt and removed one of the katana and held it out to me. My hands shook as I reached out to touch the Tsuka, the gold and silver wrapped handle, the Tsuba, the gold, engraved guard. I stroked the dragon's head carved in ivory that made up the Kashira, the pommel or butt end. I slipped my hands beside Yukio's and accepted the sword, hefting its great weight in my hands. The surface of the weapon was so brilliant, its reflection of the light made its intricate engraving almost surreal in its beauty. I stepped back, the Saya, the sword's sheath now in my left hand, the katana in my right. I watched Yukio take the other sword and Saya and walk away. As Yukio did, I placed the Saya through the sash of my gi and slid the great sword into it. Walking away from Yukio, I suddenly reached for the sword and, with a single motion, drew it from its sheath and swung it in a Gyaku Kesa Giri, an upward diagonal cut, followed immediately by a Kubi Giri, a horizontal cut to the right. I finished the move by stopping in the Seigan no kamae position, the "true eyes posture", with the sword handle at the level of my hip, the tip of the katana aimed directly at Yukio's eyes. "I knew you would be a savant, my sensei," Yukio whispered, her eyes trailing over my form. "I studied you, you know. I knew that you studied with the master. That was perfection." I lowered the katana, inserting it into its sheath "Yukio, it has been a very long time since I touched a katana," I said, reverently touching the firmness of the hilt. "It feels so . . . natural. Guess it's like making love. Some things you never forget," I laughed. "And you?" I continued, watching her movement with the sword, watching her cat like reflexes, the power of each move, so perfect, so elegant. "Over the years, my brothers tried and tried to beat me. They have finally given me the honor of custody of the swords. And, now, I offer the honor of the swords to you in combat." I stared at Yukio, humbled by her offer. I watched her eyes, transformed, filled with confidence, power. And, as sexy as nothing I'd ever seen before. In her hands, the katana held a glow that seemed an extension of her body, a glowing wand held by a mythical figure. My God, I could feel my juices flowing from my pussy! We faced each other, separated by only a few feet, our swords sheathed. We bowed and immediately drew the swords and began. Our cuts and slashes came within millimeters of each other, each countered, each strike accompanied by a high pitched shriek. We threw ourselves entirely into the fight, the war, blades coming so close, a mere touch of the edge enough to slice skin to the bone. Or, perhaps, lop off a portion of one's body. We fought for 30 minutes, practically non-stop, brilliant steel cleaving the thick, jasmine scented air, our bodies coated with sweat, our gis glued to our bodies. At last, our swords clashed with a room shattering noise, blades locked between us, our faces inches apart. I watched the fierce eyes of a warrior across from me, flashing, brilliant. So fucking sexy. As one, Yukio and I dropped our arms, katana pointing to the ground, staring into each other's eyes. As if on signal, the two behemoths approached and collected the swords. They placed them back in their case and silently backed out the room. Alone again, I reached down and scooped her up, her arms wrapped around my neck. I carried her to the stairs and set her down. We leaned into each other, our lips together. Her passion was fierce, her teeth hitting mine so hard, I worried for a moment . . a very short moment, to be sure . . that my teeth would come loose. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs to the bedroom. With no pretence of gentleness, we ripped each other's clothes off and tumbled to the bed. Bodies pressed together, we kissed a long, long passionate kiss, our tongues swirling together, our bodies seeking to touch everywhere. Lifting Yukio's long, lean thigh, I slid mine in between hers, bringing our cunts together. I felt rather than heard Yukio's cry of passion as our wet cunts locked together, our clitties battling each other. I wrapped my hands around her beautiful ass, pulling her hard, hard against me, listening to the wet slap of our lips together. Her strong hands pulled my ass to her, her fingers slipping into my asshole as I felt it approach. "Comingggg, my God, I'm coming. Come with me, please," I cried into her clutching mouth, feeling her body begin to shake. Her scream of orgasm filled my mouth, her teeth wrapping around my lower lip as we rocked to an amazing orgasm. Collapsing, we held each other, lips touching, hands slowly caressing each other. After a little while, I sat up and turned to look at my amazing princess, watching her smile at me. I had a sudden thought and stood beside the bed. "Wait for me, darling," I whispered, leaning over her for a tender, gentle kiss. A bit confused, she lay there as I descended the stairs to the kitchen. For some reason, visions of my African love from Chicago, Nabia, came to mind and I opened the fridge, looking for a container of ice. Smiling my evil little smile, I set it on the counter and walked to the bar. I picked up a bottle of champagne, two long, narrow champagne flutes and an ice bucket. I returned to the kitchen and placed the champagne bottle into the bucket, filled it with ice and buried the classes in the ice. Smiling, I climbed the stairs to the bedroom. "Oh, champagne! How perfect!" Yukio smiled, reaching for the bottle. "later, my love," I whispered, gently pushing her hand away and setting the bucket on the floor beside the bed. I crawled back onto the bed, reaching out to take one of Yukio's feet in my hands, my fingers gently caressing her arch, her toes, down to a gentle stroke of the bottom of her little foot. I noted the callous there, similar to my own and kissed it. I licked the length of her foot, taking each of her toes into my mouth, licking, sucking, biting the base of each. She murmured in pleasure at my ministrations to her toes and again as I took her other foot and held it along side the first, kissing, licking, sucking each and every inch of them. Placing each of Yukio's ankles on my shoulders, I began to kiss and lick each calf, so utterly smooth, not even the breath of a stubble, feeling the definition of her muscularity. I move further up to her knees, kissing and licking the delicate, sensitive flesh just behind them. "Oh, my God, Randi, yes. Oh, so gentle, so beautiful. Please," she whispered, her hands reaching out for my head, but missing by inches. Smiling, I continued licking the soft, perfect flesh as I headed closer and closer to my goal. Next, the ultra softness of Yukio's inner thighs, my hands now caressing the upper and outer sides, my mouth taking care of the inner surfaces. Staring down, I watched her naked cunt spasm, opening and closing as her muscles clenched and unclenched, watching the pungent juices of her body slowly trickle from her body. Her head was now flying back and forth, her hand in her mouth, sucking on her own fingers, her cries growing more and more urgent. "Please, please, please, my sensei," she cried, softly, as if she were having a terrible time making her mouth form words, her passions adrift. I placed my cheek alongside her right hip, my eyes only inches away from the source of those juices, watching the thin liquid ooze from her body. I reached out my tongue, long and thick, touching that river of nectar, letting it roll over my tongue, stimulating my taste buds, a shiver passing through my body. I reached our to caress her other hip, pulling her body toward my tongue, drinking more and more of her into my mouth. "Oh, God, I'm going to come so soon, Randi. Help me. Help me to come. Make me come, Randi," Yukio cried, reaching for my head. I danced away from her hands. Instead, I gently urged her to turn onto her tummy, watching as her magnificent ass came into view. Listening to her groan. "Oh, God, you're going to do it again. You're going to . . .", Yukio cried, her hips rising to meet my mouth. Gently, I kept her on the bed, resting my face against her soft, incredibly smooth left ass cheek, my fingertips caressing the other. Gentle, subtle kisses, fingertips caressing, I teased my geisha, making her cry out, begging me for release. I licked the smooth skin, down to the depression made where each ass cheek joined her thigh, poking my tongue into that sensitive crease. Then, I pointed my tongue at her exposed cunt, licking the entire bare surface of her vulva, tasting more of her leaking juices, holding onto her bucking hips. Up, up, my tongue touching the crevice between her ass cheeks, licking it to the small of her back and back down, to the center of her as my fingers began to spread those delicious cheeks apart. I gasped at the sight of her bright pink anus, in wrinkled perfection, her little hole opening and closing as she spasmed in her passion. I licked the soft surface of the insides of each of her cheeks, pausing to regale in the smells of her soft body. I touched my tongue to her puckered anus, now, loving the taste of her, listening to her screams as she forced handfuls of the bed sheets into her mouth. "Nnmmmmph," Yukio murmured over and over into the silk material, my tongue licking over and over her anus. Hardening my tongue, I poked lightly at the entrance to her rectum, feeling her opening relax, begging for my penetrating tongue.. Slowly, I let my tongue slide past the barrier of her anus, feeling the ring open wide to accommodate the width of my tongue, letting it slide into the channel of her rectum. "Randiiiiii, yes," Yukio screamed as my tongue slid deep into her body, her hips thrusting back to meet my tongue. I felt her body convulse as her hips pushed from the bed and knew she was only seconds from a massive orgasm. Without taking my mouth from Yukio's ass, I reached down beside the bed to one of the champagne flutes buried in the ice and brought it just beneath my beauty and suddenly pushed the freezing surface against her baby smooth cunt lips. "Oh, my God!" Yukio screamed, a loud, blood-curdling scream. "Unmph, unmph, unmph!" Her body thrust hard against the flute and back against my probing tongue. Her come spurted from her body as she screamed and grunted her orgasm, her thick, rich white fluid spurting from her magnificent body, filling the champagne flute, to overflowing. I pushed the glass hard into her, feeling her juices overflow the glass, covering my hand, her body continuing to rock back and forth, pressing my face hard against her asshole, my tongue sliding deeper and deeper into her, her clutching asshole threatening to tear it off at the roots. Finally, with a loud, sharp cry, her body froze, then shook violently as she collapsed onto the bed, my hand narrowly able to pull the filled champagne flute from beneath her. She had passed out. I carefully placed the full glass onto the stand beside the bed and leaned over my beauty, listening to her breath. Her breathing was still a bit uneven, yes slowly, slowly returning to an even beat. I leaned over her, gently kissing her cheek, watching her slowly open her eyes, her head turned to me, her eyes, glazed and dazed, bore into mine. "My God! What have you done to me," she murmured, a tiny smile breaking her cool, calm demeanor. "What was that you did to my pussy?" she asked, I reached over to the nightstand and brought the champagne flute between us. As Yukio stared at it, she suddenly realized what it was. The flute was practically filled with thick, creamy juice, some flowing down the sides, the smell of her body overpowering. "Is that . . . is that really . . .?" Yukio whispered, I dipped my tongue into the sweet honey and took a dollop on the tip. I extended my tongue toward her mouth and watched as her tongue touched the bubble and returned it to her mouth. "Oh, my God! " Yukio gasped, letting the juice flow around in her mouth. "It is! It's me!" she cried, reaching for the glass and taking it to her lips, letting more of her nectar slide over her tongue and down her waiting throat. "Ha, ha!" Yukio cried, letting the juice swirl around in her mouth, relishing in it. I began to feel my own juice flow watching her drink her come. She moved the glass toward my lips, forcing me to take a large gulp, watching as I swallowed, watched as I began to shake, watching as my hand moved toward my cunt. Throwing the glass over the side of the bed, she pushed me onto my back and buried her beautiful face between my legs, lifting them, thrusting her mouth hard against my cunt. Her long, sharp tongue touched my swollen clittie, followed quickly by her teeth. I felt my orgasm fast approaching, my essence flowing quickly from my cunt. Her lips slid down below my cunt to the entrance to my asshole, licking deep inside of me, so quickly, so utterly taken, I exploded in ecstasy, fireflies flashing before my eyes, my hands holding her face locked against my body. She slid her mouth up to capture my essence as I screamed my release, her tongue licking each and every soft fold within my body. We slept the deep sleep of sated lovers. I awoke and dressed, stealthily leaving my sleeping lover to think of her new feelings as she would begin her long trip home. Stay tuned for Randi XXV. Please, please, and another please keep your emails coming to my toni526 hotmail email address.