Message-ID: <2816eli$9708101437@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Anndouglas@aol.com Subject: AnnD: Foreign Affair - F/F 2 of 2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970810071830_597034843@emout17.mail.aol.com> Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story. FOREIGN AFFAIR (Part Two) by Ann Douglas Long minutes passed as Amanda worked her own magic on Mariko's garden. The older woman mimicked Amanda's earlier actions as she held her by the back of the head and matched the white woman's rhythm with each thrust of her pelvis. Every lurch forward was met by Amanda's ready tongue. Sweat covered Mariko's body as she began to rock with a series of mini-orgasms. Amanda was determined to give as good as she had received. Mariko was shouting something in rapid fire Japanese. So rapid was her speech, burst of words between gasps, that Amanda would've been hard pressed to understand her if she knew the language. Finally, with hand motions, she made Amanda understand that she wanted something in the night table. Rolling off her, Amanda slid open the draw and reached inside. Grasping a long slim object, the American lifted it into the light. Crafted of a pure white ivory, it couldn't simply be called a dildo. Ten inches long and two inches thick, it was a work of art, painstakingly crafted by an artist's hand. Every line, every vein had been recreated. Amanda had seen a similar object d'art in a museum. If this was genuine, and there was no reason to believe it wasn't, it had to be at least three hundred years old "Is this what you wanted?" She asked as she moved back to Mariko. "Hai!" The Japanese woman replied as her eyes opened wide. "Harigata!" "All right, what ever makes you happy." Amanda answered as she gently ran the antique cock over Mariko's womanhood. It had been a long time since Amanda had used a dildo on another woman. She didn't use one herself and few of her lovers did either. They were usually the province of bisexual woman who still enjoyed being penetrated. Smearing the head of the artifact with Mariko's lubricating cum, Amanda positioned it's head at the entrance of Mariko's tunnel of love. With a slight motion, she lid the head of the harigata inward, until it disappeared between the pink lips. Then she slid it back an inch, before moving it forward two inches. She repeated the gesture a dozen more times, until she was sure the Japanese woman was good and lubricated. Mariko had been calling out words of encouragement, again in rapid fire Japanese. Amanda knew she was going too slow, but was afraid that she would hurt the smaller woman. Then in a quick movement Mariko grabbed the base of the harigata and pulled it within her. The cry of joy and look of rapture on her face told Amanda that she was dealing with one determined lady. So be it. She grabbed hold of the ivory phallic and began to frantically slide it in and out of her host. Amanda never understood other women's obsession with being fucked. She herself had only one experience to compare it against almost seven years before. Watching the volley of emotions running across Mariko's face as she greeted each new thrust, Amanda wondered if perhaps she was missing something. It wasn't long before Mariko's body grew suddenly tense and her face grew filled with a determination to hold off orgasm as long as she could. Amanda increased her powerful thrusts, having added her tongue to the effort a short time before. Mariko suddenly let out a loud yell as she gripped the headpost above her and exploded in a burst of passion. Amanda continued her efforts, trying to make it last as long as she could. It seemed like an eternity, then the room became deadly silent. Slowly, carefully, Amanda withdrew the harigata. It was covered she noted with a glossy film, the result of her efforts. Unable to resist the temptation, she lifted it to her mouth like an ice cream pop and began to lick it clean. Mariko laid there quietly, her body exhausted. Amanda lifted herself higher into the bed and snuggled up against her. The two women embraced and Amanda smiled. It wouldn't hurt just to lay there for a little while, she thought. The next thing Amanda knew, the room was filled with sunlight from the overhead skylight. It was morning. She looked to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty. "What time is it?" Amanda asked herself as she jumped up and looked for a clock. "How could I have spent the night? At least on the bright side, her husband never came home." Surprised to find her clothes laid out neatly at the base of the bed, Amanda began to quickly dress. A chime from across the room drew her attention from to a small clock on a dresser. "Nine O'clock!" She exclaimed. "The final meeting is scheduled for ten. I have to get out of here." Just then, Mariko entered the room, carrying a tray with tea and a collection of small breakfast pastries. She was wearing a dark blue robe that was loose enough to give a splendid view of her small breasts. "Anata wa yoko nemutla ka?" She asked as she placed the tray on a small table. "I'm sorry, but I have to run." Amanda replied as she pulled on her shoes. "I hope you understand enough to know how incredibly special last night was. I'd stay if I could, but I have to try and save what little is left of my career." With that she jumped up and started to head for the door. She paused just long enough to kiss Mariko good-bye. "I really do want to thank you again." She said before reluctantly turning to leave. "Do itashimashite." The Japanese woman said just before Amanda disappeared out the door. By the time Amanda made it back to her room, showered and then changed, it was ten to ten. She arrived at the conference room only a few minutes before the meeting was called to order. "Wilson's been furious that you weren't at the breakfast meeting this morning." Jim O'Rourke whispered to her as she sat down next to him. "I told him that you were ill but would be at this meeting in time. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't" "Thanks Jim, I really appreciate it." She whispered back. Jim O'Rourke was one of her few friends at the corporation. Most of the men, and not a few of the women had taken a long step away from her last year when she had gone public with her lesbianism. Jim had stood fast, telling her that it was no ones business who she shared her bed with. The meeting progressed quickly. Every once and a while, Wilson would send an angry glance in her direction. Finally, Mr. Hitanuma took the podium and all eyes fell on him. As his speech progressed, it became obvious that the trade deal had fallen through. Amanda could feel the other members of the delegation moving away from her in spirit if not in fact. They all knew where the ax would fall. "I think that maybe you'd better distance yourself as well, Jim." She whispered to her friend. "I'd hate to take you down with me." "Sorry love," Came the reply. "I don't work like that." Amanda smiled. If she could have ever been interested in a man, Jim would've been a perfect choice. He was definitely good people. The meeting soon broke up and Pete Wilson made a beeline for Amanda. The look on his face told it all. He'd do whatever he had to do in order to salvage his career, no matter what the cost to hers. "We're leaving on the 5:30 flight to San Francisco." He said coldly. "See if you can try and be on time for that at least." With that he stormed out the door, followed by all her associates except Jim. None of them would even make eye contact. "I guess that's it then, so much for the short great career of Amanda McIntyre." Jim muttered some words of encouragement and started to head for the door. Amanda was about to follow when a familiar figure in the far right of the room caught her attention. Her face turned pale as she saw Mariko talking with Isoruko Hitanuma. Had she spent the night with Hitanuma's wife? Had she wrecked the negotiations after all? "Jim," She said as she pulled him back into the room. "Who's that woman talking to Hitanuma? Is that his wife?" Jim O'Rourke looked at the woman across the room and shook his head. "Old man Hitanuma wouldn't let his precious wife get within a half mile of a business meeting. No Japanese husband would. " Jim replied. "That's Mariko Takeshita!" He added as if Amanda should know the name. "Who?" She said hesitantly. "Takeshita," He repeated. "You really have to pay more attention to the briefings, and not just those about corporate finance. Mariko Takeshita is the daughter of Kiyoshi Hiraizumi, as in Hiraizumi Industries. " "Oh shit!" Amanda said to herself. "I didn't fuck the boss's wife, I fucked his daughter!" An hour later, a dejected Amanda was alone in her room packing. In her mind she was reviewing her options. There didn't seem to be many. "Too bad I'm not Japanese." Amanda said to herself. "They have an old tradition here of seppuku - ritual suicide." Realizing that she wasn't even laughing at her own bad jokes, Amanda felt even more depressed. A soft knock on the door interrupted her musings. "Must be Jim trying to cheer me up again." She thought as she went to answer the door. "No one else wants anything to do with me." She was surprise when she opened the door. Instead of finding the round middle aged Irishman she expected , Amanda found herself standing face to face with a beautiful young Japanese woman. "Ms. McIntyre." The young woman said in perfect English. "My name is Tamiko Hiroko, I'm the personal assistant to Mrs. Takeshita. May I speak with your for a few minutes?" "Of course." Amanda stammered, unsure what to make of this sudden appearance. The tall woman gracefully entered the room. Amanda put her age at about 22. She had very short black hair and a nearly classic figure. In another time and place, Amanda would've found herself attracted to her. For now, her hormones had gotten her in enough trouble. "I been asked by Mrs. Takeshita to speak to you about a matter that she feels needs explaining." Tamiko began in a crisp clear tone. "You are most likely now aware of Mrs. Takeshita's relationship to Mr. Hiraizumi and in turn Hiraizumi Industries." Amanda nodded accent, wondering where this was leading. "What you may not be aware of, because it is not greatly publicized, is that for the last two years, Mrs. Takeshita has been operating as the de facto Chief Operating Officer of Hiraizumi Industries. Mr. Hitanuma occupies the position on the board due to the Japanese reluctance to deal with a woman in a position of authority, but the real power rests with Mrs. Takeshita. I wanted to make this clear to you before I go on." "I understand, please continue." Amanda lied. "What the fuck is going on here?" She asked herself. "The proposals put forth by your Mr. Wilson were totally unacceptable." Tamiko continued. "As such, they were rejected. Mrs. Takeshita is aware that Mr. Wilson plans to place the blame for this rejection on your shoulders. In fact he has already sent a wire to your own CEO to that effect." Amanda just continued to nod, wondering where this was all going. "Mrs. Takeshita is also aware that you yourself drafted a series of alternate proposals. Proposals which she feels would provide the basis for a new discussion of a possible trade agreement. This belief has also been wired to your CEO, along with Mrs. Takeshita's amazement that such a disreputable man such as Mr. Wilson would be placed in charge of such an important mission." "Wait a second......" Amanda cut in. "Those proposals were never discussed outside this room. "How could anyone else know about them?" Tamiko hesitated for a few moments. She looked around the room as if searching for someone. Then she continued. "This hotel, is owned by Hiraizumi Industries." She said quietly. "There is little that occurs within it that escapes Mrs. Takeshita's attention." "Damn! The room is bugged!" Thought Amanda as she repeated Tamiko's survey of the room. Amanda's face flushed red for a second as she wondered if the surveillance was limited to audio or included video. Her thoughts were of the many nights she'd laid naked atop the bed, masturbating herself to orgasm. " Mrs. Takeshita wanted you to know that all of these decisions were made prior to last night." The young lady continued, ignoring the signs of Amanda's embarrassment. "It is important to her that you understand that these were all business decisions, and had nothing to do with your, how shall I put it, ....liaison with her last evening." "She told you about that?" Amanda asked. "There was no need to tell me." Tamiko replied. "I have my own room in the penthouse, and I was at home last evening. Rest assured that what happened between the two of you was a genuine coincidence. Mrs. Takeshita had no way of knowing that you would be out on the terrace when she went out for some night air." Amanda had a lot to absorb. From what she could tell, not only wasn't she going to get fired, it was very likely that Wilson would. Couldn't happen to a nicer prick. Yet right now she was wondering something else. "Tell me, Tamiko," Amanda asked, her voice now once again filled with confidence. "Is it only the Penthouse that you share with Mrs. Takeshita?" Tamiko gave no reply, but from the expression on her face, Amanda knew that this beautiful young woman had also felt what it was like to lay naked beneath the satin sheets of that colossal bed. "Finally, I have been instructed to present you with this." She said as she held out a small envelope. "In light of these developments, we felt that it would be somewhat awkward for you to return to San Francisco with Mr. Wilson and his fellows this evening. Inside you will find a first class ticket for tomorrow's mid-morning flight to San Francisco. I hope this is to your satisfaction." "I guess another night here wouldn't be so bad." Amanda said. She pretended not to notice that Tamiko's references had changed from "Mrs. Takeshita felt" to "we felt" to "I hope". "Wonderful!" Tamiko beamed, her face coming alive for the first time. "I would hope that since you will be staying this last night that you will allow me to take you to dinner. Perhaps I can show you some of the Osaka night life you might have missed staying in at night." "Definitely video." Amanda said to herself as she watched Tamiko's eyes light up when she mentioned that Amanda had stayed in at night. "I wonder if I could get a copy of the tape as a souvenir?" "Are you sure, Mrs. Takeshita wouldn't have a problem with you and I....." "Most definitely not." Tamiko interjected. "In fact it was her suggestion that I ask you. She said that I would find knowing you a unique and very rewarding experience." Amanda returned the girl's smile and reached for her coat. As they exited into the hall and Amanda locked the door behind her, she turned to Tamiko and asked..... "You don't happen to own a harigata, do you?" END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /