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Tourists

By: TonyDowse



Chapter 1

A Chance Meeting

It never occurred to me that the tourist boom would have an effect on my sex-life.

I was feeling great! In fact I was feeling terrific! It was mid-afternoon on a sunny, summer Friday and in my brief-case and lap-top I had a virtually completed contract, and more importantly, the two critical signatures on a memorandum of understanding. 

And what made it even better was that the few points I'd had to allow myself to be negotiated down over were so minor that my company's nett from the deal would be considerably higher than the bottom line my boss had given me as our final position.

Apart from how obtaining the business would affect my long-term career it meant accolades for me on Monday morning, and a considerably higher bonus in a few months times. What made it even sweeter was that rather than having to persuade them to do so the client had virtually demanded I agree to a young woman from our office acting as our in-house project manager for them. The young woman in question had been desperate to get that job, and I felt sure her gratitude would be demonstrated in ways that made my blood run hot from just thinking about it.

And to top it off I'd had a pleasant but at least on my part, none too alcoholic lunch to seal the deal, and as the modifications I would have to make to the documents were so few I knew I could finalise them, and the already drafted report to my boss, in no more than half an hour.

So on the strength of all that I felt I was fully justified in giving myself the rest of the day off, and rather than hurriedly grabbing a taxi home to finish the work, was strolling back in the sunshine, trying to decide whether to then head for the gym, or the beach to surf a few waves.

My apartment, actually not much more than a glorified motel room, was at the top of William Street, a pleasant twenty to thirty minutes' walk from the heart of the City, and although small the convenience of its location made it a good place to live.

Having crossed through the cool shade of Hyde park I started up the hill past a couple of large hotels which, especially since the Olympics, had become extremely popular with Asian, mainly Japanese visitors. Although many were obviously honeymooning couples, some others travelled in small, apparently single-sex groups and it had become quite commonplace to see excited and sometimes startled visitors heading off in coaches or on foot. So at first I hardly noticed the two young Japanese women standing on a street corner, but when I drew closer I saw that they were puzzling over a street map and something made me stop to see if I could help them.

One had relatively good English and explained that they were trying to work out how to get to the Botanical Gardens and the Opera House, which they had been told were not that far from where they were staying. Although she was right about that, as she was holding the map upside down they could easily have taken off in the wrong direction. So when I took it from them and simply turned it the right way up, they both gave a surprised giggle, then blushed prettily.

From where we were standing there were two routes they could take, one, following the major roads would take them twice as long as the other, but suggesting the shorter route would mean trying to explain somewhat more complex directions. I have no idea what prompted the thought but I was feeling so good, and it was such a beautiful day, that I said I would walk with them, at least as far as the Gardens.

They looked a bit hesitant at first but then after half turning away from me and exchanging a few whispered words in Japanese, one of them gave me a small nodding bow.

'We would consider it an honour sir.'

I grinned at her formality and doing my best to emulate it, briefly dropped my head and answered. 'I assure you it will be my pleasure.'

They giggled and blushed again but then their formal manner returned as we introduced ourselves and we exchanged the obligatory business cards, and it was only after we set off together down the side street that they began to relax a little.

I suppose like most Western men I had always found many Oriental, and particularly South-East Asian women extremely attractive. There was something about the contrast between their sensuous, almost overtly sexual grace, and their demure, almost innocently child-like bodies and expressions. Yet I had never had the same feeling about the Japanese, not for any overtly anti-Japanese feelings, just mainly because those I had seen didn't seem to have those particular attributes. And, to be frank, they all seemed to be both flat-chested and have remarkably unattractive legs.

But both Keiko and Tushi appeared different, a little taller than most Japanese women I had seen, and more importantly there were hints that under their all-enveloping and rather shapeless clothes their bodies were more curvy. And if the bit from knee to ankle was anything to go by, they definitely had better legs than most.

It was only much, much later that I discovered the probable reason, which was that they actually had some Western genes, and that was one of the reasons why they were close friends. They were both products of the activities of the Allied occupation force after the second world war, their grandmothers having been two of the numerous women who become pregnant from liaisons with Americans.

As much of the time Keiko had to act as our translator she did most of the talking, and when I complimented her on her fluency in the language she blushed again and explained that she worked for the travel arm of a bank in Osaka where her job was to help visiting, English speaking business people, so she got plenty of practice. Her friend Tushi also worked in the bank, but in a position that didn't give her those opportunities, and although she too had learned English at school she'd had little chance to use it since, so was not as confident.

I suppose the fact that I was in a business suit and carrying a brief-case prompted the question, and when Keiko asked how I managed to have time to walk with them I briefly told her of the success I'd had. Even although we had only met a few minutes earlier she seemed genuinely happy about it, and when she hurriedly translated for Tushi, so did she. They both insisted on stopping to shake my hand, and then gave me a small, but obviously sincere bow of congratulations.

In turn I asked how long they were visiting Sydney for and discovered it was just for the next two days, when they were to leave for Queensland, taking the inevitable trip to the Gold Coast, then North to Cairns, from where they would fly home in a week's time. I said it was pity that they had so little time for such a large continent, and that they shouldn't return with the idea that they had actually seen very much of Australia. Keiko fully understood what I meant but said that unlike us, they actually received very little in the way of paid holidays, and that seeing just a little was better than seeing nothing at all.

She added with the same prettily blushing smile I had seen before that if all Australians were as politely friendly as I was she was sure they would make the most of their visit.

By then I was starting to feel the warmth of the sun so paused to take off my jacket and loosen my tie, not really registering the whispered comments that passed between the two girls as I did that.

Although a degree of their natural formality of course remained, by the time we reached the path that wound around to Lady Macquarie's Chair we were chatting like quite old friends, but when the harbour came fully into view they both fell silent for several long moments. Then they began excitedly talking to each other, obviously pointing out the various land-marks, and of course out came their cameras and they began to click away quite furiously.

I wasn't too surprised when I was called on to take some of them together, but initially felt a bit foolish when Keiko politely asked another nearby Japanese tourist to then take several more, with me standing between them. Of course I had no idea what was being said between the three of them, but there was a good deal of giggling laughter and as he took more and more shots the two girls began hamming it up for the camera, insisting I put my arms around them, then pressing themselves close as they looked up at me.

We went through the same procedure once we had walked around to the Opera House and it, and the Bridge, and I, gave them even more subjects and backgrounds that simply had to be included in their innumerable photographs.

By then, after so much time in the sun, I was beginning to feel thirsty so I suggested we stop at a harbourside cafe for something to drink, and of course insisted on paying for them. It was only a few dollars but from their reaction and protestations you would think I'd proposed spending a week's wages on the two girls. But by then we were all getting along really well with each other and the awkwardness of the moment quickly passed.

Apart from telling them something about what we were seeing as we walked along we had also chatted about our likes and dislikes in music and film, and even a little about our personal lives. I gathered Tushi had a serious boy-friend and that depending on their finances, they were hoping to marry in a year or so. Keiko didn't have one. 'I'm still a free-agent.' she had said with a blushing laugh before adding somewhat more seriously. 'Which my parents don't really approve of.'

I had told them I was like Keiko, but that as I didn't still live with my parents the comparison ended there, and that statement had brought on more of their giggling, half-whispered comments to each other.

Then by the time we had finished our drinks I realised the afternoon had all but gone, as of course had the chance of a surf. But I also realised I had really enjoyed the company of the two girls, they were bright and bubbly, obviously intelligent, and seemed perfectly happy to be spending their time with me. But even so, just as I have no idea what made me stop and help them in the first place, I can't say what prompted the suggestion I made as we got up to go.

'What plans do you have for tomorrow?' I asked.

They looked at each other, neither said a word but it was clear that something passed between them. 'We have seats on a guided tour, a coach tour around Sydney.' Keiko replied.

I knew the tours well, dozens of coaches plied the routes round the obvious places, various points around the City and Harbour, Bondi Beach, etc., etc. Disgorging camera-clicking tourists for ten or fifteen minutes at each spot.

'Why don't I take you instead? You'll see more, and I can take you to places the busses never go.'

There followed a much longer conversation in Japanese than any of the others they'd had, and although I got the impression they both liked the idea there seemed to be something else going on between them. I sat silently waiting while they sorted things out, at the same time wondering what on earth had prompted me to give up an all too precious Saturday like that.

Keiko's reply was in her much more formal tone of voice. 'Your offer is really most kind, and if you are certain it is not too much of an inconvenience to you, we will accept it most gladly. But we insist that by way of some extremely small return, you share a meal with us this evening. There is a reasonably good Japanese restaurant in our hotel.' she added.

So we agreed, I would eat with them that evening, and the following day I would show them something of Sydney. I suppose it's something that thousands of people do with tourists they bump into every year, but I bet few of them result in what happened to me.




Chapter 2

An Unforgettable Evening

Having walked with them back to the hotel and agreed a time to meet in the restaurant, I headed home and spent an hour finalising all the stuff on my computer before sitting down for what I considered a well-earned beer.

Because of what I'd just been doing, right then I wasn't actually thinking about the two girls I had spent half the afternoon with, but the girl in the office, Fiona, whose gratitude I was hoping I could look forward to. She was a good-looking blonde, with a figure that made most men take a second, and third look. But unlike the innumerable jokes floating around about blondes, Fiona was anything but dumb, in fact her degrees gave her a far better set of qualifications than those I had. All she needed was something where she could demonstrate she wasn't just well qualified and attractive, but could, as the saying goes, 'get her hands dirty' too. The new project manager's role would give her just that, and we both knew it.

But I had the feeling that contrary to the impression she gave many people she was actually reasonably street-smart. Which she would certainly need to be in the job she was going into, because the real question for a girl in her position who also had stacks of ambition, would be how far she'd be prepared to trade herself, and if necessary on occasions, her body, in the cause of her career.

I hoped she understood that but that with me as her boss at least the first step wouldn't be too onerous a trade. I had been told by many women that my face was attractive, with what one had termed 'come-to-bed' eyes, and my years of surfing and visits to the gym had given me a much better than average body. And if the noises they'd made in bed were anything to go by, my love-making techniques had been appreciated by the women I'd shared it with.

So, hopefully, the outcome of my meeting with her, after I'd got my boss's O.K., would be a mutually gratifying experience for both of us. Perhaps I'd start by suggesting we discuss the details over dinner, and see where that led to. Hopefully it would be her bed, and if so, that would perhaps be something we could enjoy again and again in the coming weeks and months.

As I sat there imagining some of the things Fiona and I might get up to together I felt myself getting a full blown erection, and even after I'd stopped thinking in such graphic detail about her, I still found it lingering on. So I roused myself and headed to the bath-room for a long, hot shower before starting to get ready to go out again.

Knowing the Japanese need for formality I guessed the restaurant would call for a jacket and tie, but chose a casual outfit rather than another business suit, and as the evening was still warm, picked something light-weight, then left and strolled down the hill.

The street girls were starting to appear and I saw several glancing hopefully in my direction as I passed. But although the thoughts about Fiona had stirred all the right hormones and some other time I might just have been tempted to ease the discomfort I was still feeling, I disappointed them.

When I went up to the restaurant I found Keiko and Tushi already sitting at the bar, sipping a glass of white wine as they waited for me. But if they hadn't immediately greeted me I doubted I would have been sure it was them, in the few hours since I'd last seen them they had quite literally transformed themselves.

I had heard enough about Japanese youth culture to know their love of things fashionable, but having only until then seen them as very casually dressed tourists, the attractive young women, who looked as though they had stepped straight from the pages of some magazine, bore absolutely no resemblance to Keiko and Tushi.

They each had on short, tight fitting dresses, in colours that would normally have been a bit too bright and glittery for my taste, but which somehow seemed absolutely right for their size and colouring. Keiko looked especially eye-catching, her thick black hair pulled back off her face, which was subtly enhanced with make-up that gave her eyes a cat-like sensuality, and her lips and mouth a glossy kissability. And the rest of her looked equally appealing, the dress outlining a body that was much more shapely than I'd imagined it to be.

Tushi looked good too, and perhaps it was simply knowing that there was a boy-friend waiting for her that made me see her a little differently, but whatever the reason, I felt my eyes drifting back to Keiko. 'You look terrific! Both of you.' I added hastily. 'Very glamorous, I wouldn't have recognised you!'

That seemed to be exactly the response they had been hoping for, their faces lit-up and took on a positive glow of pleasure as they thanked me, then Keiko politely asked what I would like to drink before we went in to dinner.

I had the same as they were and although at first they were quite formal with me, by the time we had finished just the one glass our conversation was as free and relaxed as it had been by the end of the afternoon.

The meal was excellent, having eaten Japanese food several times before that I knew what to anticipate, and what the expected formalities were, but had to admit the quality of what we had was much better than I had previously experienced. However, not being a great fan of sake I had been happy to agree when Keiko suggested that rather than having that, we have wine with the meal.

The next couple of hours went quickly, our conversation ranging over a wide range of subjects and from time to time we made each other laugh at various and quite silly aspects of our individual languages and cultures. Tushi contributed more than she had during the afternoon but her lack of command and confidence with English meant she often had to get Keiko to translate words or phrases for her, so for much of the time it was Keiko and I doing the talking.

Although their overt formality had slipped away soon after I'd arrived, something of it remained, like an underlying sub-text to everything that was said, which influenced not only what I said to the girls, but also how I thought about them.

Under any other circumstances the fact that I was being treated to a five star meal by two attractive young women would have had me probing for opportunities to see if things could be taken further with one or other of them. But that lingering attention to correctness of behaviour seemed to shut off my usually sensitive antennae. So although I had noticed that from time to time I'd find one or other of them staring silently at me, and that there had been a number of whispered exchanges in Japanese, it was some time before I even began to have even the vaguest thoughts of anything other than simply enjoying the time I was having with them.

Perhaps I actually noticed the change, or maybe it was just that the third glass of wine helped Keiko overcome some of her inner constraints, but whatever it was, by the time we were ready for a the final course, it seemed that either her manner, or my interpretation of it had subtly changed.

Her eyes, which had until then had looked at me with a bright openness, seemed to become darker, and somewhat hooded, making it harder to read them. Her fingers began toying with a fine gold chain that hung around her neck and filled most of the modestly cut vee shaped neck of her dress. And the expression on her face as she exchanged frequent smiles with me seemed different to those of earlier on.

I must have at least subconsciously picked up on something, because long before anything was said that had even the slightest innuendo to it, I was having thoughts similar to those I'd had earlier, about Fiona.

I found myself wondering exactly what lay beneath that tight fitting dress. Wondering what sort of underwear a girl like Keiko would wear. Wondering just how shapely those curves would be. Wondering how a young Japanese woman's body would respond, and what sounds she would make during sex.

At first it was perhaps no more than a semi-intellectual series of thoughts, but they soon became more deeply stimulating, and I felt a faint stirring, then the all too familiar sensations of my cock responding to them.


Tourists



And given what was happening to me at some deeper level, my outward manner probably changed a bit too, becoming just a little more overtly flirtatiously suggestive. Certainly the girls' reactions shifted, from open laughter, to shyer, slightly blushing and half-muffled giggles.

So by then it didn't seem at all out of place that when Keiko made a quite unconnected comment about how lucky they were to have such a good view from their room, I grabbed the moment and said how much I would like to see the lights of the city from there. I sensed another of those secret exchanges taking place between the two of them and that time it was actually Tushi who responded, saying that would also give us a chance to share a night-cap.

The bill was hurriedly signed and within minutes we were up in their room, and while Tushi went to the mini-bar for the drinks Keiko took my hand and led me across to the window. But once there, she turned, holding herself close to me as she looked up and said in a soft voice. 'I want to thank you for your kindness Michael.'

I slipped one hand around her waist and pulled her just a little closer. 'Just being with such intelligent and attractive women is thanks enough Keiko. But I admit I would have liked the opportunity to get to know you even better.'

She gave another of those charming, partially muffled giggles, then said. 'Well now you have.' And lifted herself up to kiss me.




Chapter 3

Keiko

As she did that the overhead lights went out, leaving us to see by just one small bed-side lamp, plus those being reflected up from the city below. But at that moment I didn't need to see anything, I was far too conscious of the supple body being pushed against me, and the softly moist lips pressing against mine.

The one thing that most truly amazed me about everything that followed was not what we actually did together, which was in itself quite astounding, but the change in their attitude. From the moment the ice was broken by that one kiss it was as though I was with two completely different girls. Gone was their shy reserve, gone was their lingering formality, and certainly gone was any sense of restraint.

Even as that first kiss continued I felt Keiko wedging one hand between us, reaching down to my crotch, then finding and squeezing my rapidly growing cock. I only needed one hint, and while she was busy doing that I was unzipping her dress, stroking the softly bare skin beneath it, then fumbling with the fastening of her bra.

So when we finally broke for air it only took a couple of small shrugs of her shoulders to bare herself to the waist, and having done that she immediately went to work on me, her nimble fingers quickly getting rid of my jacket and tie and then undoing the buttons down the front of my shirt. And while she was doing that I spent a few moments just looking down at her breasts before reaching for them.

They were beautiful. Not overly large, but still a little bigger than I had thought they might be, but what they lacked in size they more than made up for in the perfection of their shape.

'Not so big.' she whispered as I cupped their soft but firm warmth.

'But big is not always beautiful Keiko. And you have very beautiful breasts.' I replied as I began slowly stroking and fondling them.

'In some areas big can most definitely be beautiful, and I think what you have here is both.' she answered, squeezing the still growing bulge in my pants just a little more firmly.

We stood doing no more than kissing and touching each other for a minute or two. While I gently fondled the soft firmness of her breasts she continued using one hand to massage my cock, quickly bringing it up to full size and hardness, and running the other up under my shirt, her finger-tips slipping up and down over my stomach and chest.

'I would like to see, then kiss the rest of you Keiko.' I whispered in her ear, before letting my lips run down the slender curve of her neck.

'And I want to look at you too Michael, all of you, but especially this part.' she replied in a low voice as she tightened her fingers.

'You can certainly do that, but I hope you want to do more than just look.' I said as I tried to push her dress down over her slim hips.

'Other way easier.' she said, stepping back and reaching down for the hem, then quickly pulling it up over her head.

Beneath it she had on a pair of thigh-high, ultra sheer black stockings, and a skimpy, brightly coloured g-string, the thin crimson support ribbons of which contrasted sharply with her pale olive skin. Her body was slender, but though small and delicate, almost fragile looking, it was still perfectly proportioned, a truly tiny waist giving a more feminine shape to her almost boyish hips.

Even as I kicked off my shoes and began getting my trousers off I found myself licking suddenly dry lips as I stared at her. She had an amazingly spectacular body! And in one way I was glad I hadn't known what the clothes she had on during that afternoon had been hiding, because if I had I would have had to cope with hours of painfully frustrated arousal.

As I stripped she just stood there, watching me, her eyes widening as I stepped out of my pants and slipped the shirt off. She said something under her breath, which I didn't catch. 'Pardon?' I said as I lifted each foot to take off my socks.

'A true bronzed Aussie.' she replied, with a tense smile. 'You are very well built Michael. Very strong body.'

'Thank you, I'm glad it pleases you.' I said, the size of my cock making it a bit of a struggle get my briefs off over it. 'And yours is truly beautiful.'

She gasped and stared even harder when I got the briefs off and my straining cock leapt upwards. But it took a second, louder cry of surprise from across the room to suddenly remind me that we weren't alone. I turned to see where Tushi was, and saw her standing by the bar, still dressed, but watching us, a drink in one hand, the other at that very moment dropping to clutch her crotch.

I turned back to Keiko, about to ask her what we should do about her friend, but I could see from the awed expression on her face that she wasn't really with it at that moment. 'Very, very big one.' she whispered in an under tone. 'Perhaps too much so.' she added.

'Oh I think not.' I said as I stepped forward and slipped my hands up over her, one reaching behind to cup the small, tight curve of her arse, the other tilting her head up so I could kiss her again.

As we came together she lifted my cock so it became trapped against the silky soft swell of her stomach, pressing herself hard up against it as her hands slid around to grasp my arse and she pulled me even more tightly against herself. Again we kissed for a couple of minutes, but that time much more passionately than before, our tongues madly twining and our lips almost bruising each other's.

Then, when we broke and I turned to lead her to the bed, there was a sudden, brilliant flash of light. I looked around, only to be blinded by another, it was Tushi, taking pictures of me.

'You mind Michael?' Keiko asked as she pushed the g-string down over her legs.

I was struck dumb for a moment. Did I, would I mind? The thought of perhaps being no more than a series of photo's in some girls', hopefully private scrap-books, was a bit hard to cope with. But then I looked at Keiko, saw her spectacular body, saw the almost pleading look on her face, and with no more than another moment's thought, said. 'Not if that's what you want Keiko.' And took her outstretched hand.

There were a few moments when I thought that what she'd said would prove to be true, that my cock would actually be too big for her. Even after spending some time kissing and caressing every part of her lovely body, including several minutes of licking and sucking her pussy, when I first tried to finally get it into her, I just couldn't, she was just too tight.

'Roll over, let me try Michael.' she said, giving me a push up off herself.

I did as she suggested, rolled over on to my back, and had to clamp my eyes shut as Tushi took several more pictures in quick succession, and was still waiting for the red haze to clear from my retinas when I felt Keiko's pussy-lips slipping down over the tip of my cock. The feeling was bliss, but the thought that it might be all I'd feel dampened my enthusiasm a little. Then I felt them pressing down, felt the tension in her body as she added her weight to the effort she was making, and then, as though something had suddenly split open, felt my cock being drawn up inside her.

As she pushed down she gasped something in Japanese, and from the tone in her voice I really didn't need it to be translated. I could only guess how she might be feeling as the massive girth of my cock stretched her wide open, but although I had no idea what she'd actually gasped from the inflection in her voice she absolutely loved it.

And she really was an incredibly tight fit, even though I could feel how wet she'd got from all the preliminary stuff I'd done, it felt as though the skin was being literally stripped off the shaft. But of course at that moment that only added to the excitement I was feeling.

And that level of excitement went even higher when she began to move herself up and down, slowly and somewhat cautiously at first, then, as her confidence grew, a little faster, and taking a bit more of me with each downward push.

I realised that at first the best thing I could do to help us both was to let her make the pace, so in spite of the urge to thrust upwards, I resisted it, contenting myself with enjoying what she was doing and the feel of her skin beneath my hands. While one caressed and fondled her breasts, feeling the spiking nipples grazing my palm, then gently rolling and pinching them, I let the other roam over whatever other parts of her I could reach.

Perhaps that additional stimulus actually helped, because it wasn't that long before I heard her give a muffled cry of surprised delight, and felt her pelvis jamming itself hard down against mine. 'Ah yes!' she said smiling triumphantly down at me. 'Now I've got it all, and now I'm going to really fuck my bronzed Aussie!'

And she certainly did that! And once she was under way Tushi moved around beside the bed, snapping us as we rode each other to what were virtually synchronous orgasms.

When we were done Keiko remained firmly astride me, grinning from ear to ear as sweat ran slowly down over her face. 'Was that good for you too?' she asked, then burst into peals of laughter when I replied that it was better than good, it was - 'Bloody marvellous!'

'For me too, bloody marvellous!' she replied with the same satisfied grin. 'And Tushi didn't seem to bother you at all.' she added, turning to see what her friend was doing.

'I wasn't really thinking about her Keiko.' I said softly, running my hands up and down her sweat sheened body. 'What you were doing was so good I think a bus-load of tourists could have come in without me noticing them.'

'Well now you must rest for a little, before doing it again, with her. So I can get some pictures too.' she said quite matter of factly.

I suppose because her lack of command of the language meant Tushi had been quiet for much of the time, but that, and the fact they'd mentioned her boy-friend, had left me thinking I probably wouldn't be fucking both of them. But even so, for a split-second I felt something approaching disappointment, disappointment that Keiko could so easily pass me along to her friend. But then she made me feel much better when she bent low and whispered. 'I don't really like the idea, but what else can I do?'

'I feel the same, but I'll do my best Keiko.' I replied, pulling her down so I could kiss her again.

But at least they gave me time to recover, I headed for the bath-room to take a by then much needed piss and then rinse myself down, hooking a towel round my waist before rejoining them for the drink they'd promised some long time before. By then they were both wearing light silk robes, so I presumed Tushi had already undressed, and I admit that the longer we sat there the more the thought of exactly what I might find underneath her robe began to both intrigue and slowly re-arouse me.

Keiko's body had been beautiful, and sex with her had been incredibly good, but the thought of being able to compare that with what it might be like with Tushi was too.




Chapter 4

Tushi

Nobody said anything for a while, the girls spent a lot of the time staring at my tanned upper body, occasionally exchanging somewhat tense smiles with each other as we just sat sipping our drinks, thinking our own separate thoughts. But then Keiko broke the silence. 'This is something lots of girls talk about, but few actually get to experience.' she said cryptically.

'What is?' I asked.

'Fucking a bronzed Aussie.' she replied with the mischievous grin I'd seen earlier. 'Lots of my friends hope it will happen to them. We'll be very popular when we tell them that for us it did.' Then added in a suddenly more serious tone. 'You won't mind us doing that will you?'

I grinned back at her, and then saw the quick flash of concern on her face vanish when I replied. 'After what you've just done for me, how could I possibly object to anything? But I have been wondering about the pictures.'

'A friend of mine got lucky.' Tushi interjected, then added something in Japanese to Keiko.

'She said, but the guy was not as good looking as you are Michael. He didn't have such a great body, and he was certainly nowhere near as big as you are, down there!' Keiko translated with a grin.

'Tell her I'm flattered that she thinks so.' I replied, adding. 'But tell her that much of my response is caused by having two such beautiful ladies to stimulate me.'

Keiko smiled at my graciously polished compliment and I saw Tushi blush with pleasure when it was translated for her.

'But why the pictures?' I asked.

'Oh for the memories. And also to prove what happened is true.' Keiko answered.

'Prove, to whom?'

'To our friends, the girls in our -' she paused for a moment, apparently searching for the correct word. 'The translation is not really good, but the best I can say is, for our secret group.'

'And what's that?'

'A group of friends, the girls I just mentioned, it's made up of girls who have travelled, and those who plan or hope to. We exchange information on good places to visit, ways of travelling, things like that. And more personal things too, about the adventures we have.' she added with a knowing smile.

'So I'm an adventure!' I thought to myself. 'A souvenir from a holiday! And that's another neat demonstration of role reversal that can be attributed to the ever shrinking planet.' But to them I said. 'And do many of your group have these adventures?'

'As I said, not as many as would like to. But a few do. But not usually with a local man, at least not a younger one. So you will be very famous, at least within a small, very private group you will.' she added reassuringly.

As I continued taking sips from my drink I asked them to tell me about some of the 'adventures' their friends had had, but while they were recounting a few of those I was also thinking about what Keiko had said.

At first I wasn't too sure just how I felt about the idea of becoming a 'sex object', a 'trophy'. But then I thought that it was only within their 'secret group', and after all why shouldn't girls brag about their conquests the way some men always had. And once I had accepted that idea I began to feel differently about it.

After all, in many ways it was a compliment, and there was something about having a fan club, albeit a very small one in just one town in Japan, that was actually a bit of a thrill. I had a momentary image of the group, sitting together, drinking and talking, then watching a computer screen as Keiko hooked up their camera. And then imagined their reactions as my body appeared. Imagined one or two doing what Tushi had done when she first saw my cock, their hands dropping to their lap, pushing down between their legs.

But perhaps Keiko and Tushi would actually make copies of some of the pictures for the girls to take home with them, so they could view them in private. So they could sit at their computers and finger themselves while looking at me.

And I found that idea definitely exciting!

While all that had been going on in my head I had still been half listening to the stories Keiko had been recounting, from time to time making appropriate sounds of surprise at what some girls had got up to during their trips. I realised that although outwardly more formal in their mannerisms, and certainly much less interested in alcohol than we in the West, apart from that there was not too many differences between us. Most of the girls wanted to get laid by a good-looking guy.

So, by the time someone made a move I was not only rested, but the various thoughts, and especially the images inside my head, had undoubtedly started to get me sexually re-aroused again.

And as though using it as a cue as to when and how to make that move Tushi waited until I had drained my glass. She got up and took it from me, going over to the bar to refill it, then when she turned around again I saw she had at the same time unfastened her robe. As she returned back across the room towards me it flapped open, exposing her nakedness, her breasts, her gently rounded stomach and the thin, vertical strip of pubic hair beneath it.

Then having put the drink down on the table beside me, she stood there, allowing me to look at her.

Although not as slenderly built as Keiko, her body was still exciting to look at. Her breasts, though still not overly large were fuller, fleshier than Keiko's, her hips more rounded, and from what I could see of her pubic mound, it was more prominent, fatter. But what really caught my attention, and then held it, were her nipples, for a girl her size, they were enormous.

The surrounding circles were much bigger and darker than Keiko's had been, almost entirely covering the rounded tips of her breasts, but in their centres were twin spikes of still darker flesh, which were already much longer than Keiko's had been when she was fully aroused.

I felt myself automatically licking my lips as I stared at them, found myself mentally anticipating what it would actually feel like to have those nipples between them.

But while I was still staring at them Tushi bent forward, allowing her breasts to sway towards me, and I automatically reached up to hold them, taking them on the palms of my hands. Although they were not quite as firm as Keiko's had been, the skin was equally silky smooth, but they felt much heavier, and the spiking nipples were much firmer, already feeling like some incredibly fine leather.

Then, while allowing me to continue fondling those she reached forward and undid the knot holding my towel in place, pushing it aside and slipping her hands down between my legs. Her fingers were warm, her touch soft and gentle and I slid myself forward and eased my legs further apart so she could more easily reach my cock and balls.

For a couple of minutes we did no more than that, I fondling her breasts and those incredibly long nipples, she hefting and rolling my balls in one hand, while the other stroked and every now and then gently tugged my quickly growing cock.

She waited until it had started to harden a little before dropping to her knees and shifting my legs further apart, then treated me to what was undoubtedly one of the most proficiently skilled head jobs I'd ever experienced.

The effects she was able to create with her mouth, lips and tongue were simply incredible, and when she sucked on it I felt as though I'd had some sort of vacuum pump attached to my cock. In a very short time she'd given me an erection the equal of the earlier one, and when she then just continued, being careful to prevent an unwanted premature ejaculation by constantly changing the pattern of what she was doing, it felt it was getting so engorged it would literally burst.




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I lay there panting, gasping and giving occasional guttural grunts of ecstatic frustration as she went on and on, bobbing, swooping, and sucking the massively swollen thing my cock had turned into, all the time adding further, but quite unnecessary stimulation by gently stroking the straining shaft and intermittently rolling or squeezing my balls.

I've no idea whether Keiko knew both what Tushi was going to do and the effect it would have on me, or whether she just took the opportunity that had been presented to her. But when Tushi was finally satisfied she'd done as much as she could without me actually climaxing and she lifted her head up away from me, I was again blinded by a series of brilliant flashes from their camera.

Although my eyes were shut tight I was still aware of Keiko moving around, apparently taking shots of me from various angles. And in spite of the surging need roiling inside me I found myself briefly wondering just what the girls in their group would say when they saw those particular pictures.

Then I felt Tushi's hands reaching for me, reaching for my hands, pulling me to my feet. I opened my eyes and saw Keiko standing there with the camera and grinning from ear to ear, then felt Tushi tugging me across to the bed. There were a couple more flashes as I followed her, presumably taking shots of the way my almost vertically rearing cocking was bouncing around. Then Tushi slipped off her robe and got up on all fours on the end of the bed.

'You like it this way?' she asked as she looked back over her shoulder at me.

'I like it very much that way Tushi.' I answered as I went across to stand behind her.

Her arse was a little chubbier than Keiko's taut globes, and I actually found the prospect of having more to get hold of, more to dig my fingers into just that much more exciting. As I moved closer I pressed my cock down with one hand and slid the other between her legs, her pussy wasn't just moist, it was sopping wet.

I suddenly realised that the poor girl must have been wound-up for ages, getting aroused from the moment I had started kissing Keiko, then having to watch the two of us at it while she could only stand there taking photographs. And I guess feeling my cock responding to her expert mouth wouldn't have made things any easier for her, the feel of its hard, pulsing heat between her lips must have made her wish it was doing something much more useful, elsewhere.

So to make it up to her, and as a way of 'thanking' her for the incredible head-job, I decided to do my best to make that fuck one that she would remember for a long, long time.

Although what she had done to me had left my cock-head looking more like some massively swollen fruit, because her pussy was already so wet I found I had no trouble at all in slipping it inside, and guessed that a firm shove would have buried my whole cock right up to the hilt. But, although I pushed forward, I did so slowly, letting just over half of it slide into her then pausing, sort of hoping she'd get the impression she'd actually taken it all.

I held myself still for a few moments, enjoying the thrills that were already flowing back through having it embedded so snugly in the moist warmth of her body. Then although I made sure I pushed it no deeper, I began slowly moving it back and forth a little. At about the same moment I felt Tushi adjusting her position, taking her weight on just one hand and reaching the other back down beneath herself. And as I began moving my cock in and out of her pussy, she began quickly rubbing her clitoris.

When I'd discovered just how wet her pussy was I had anticipated that she wouldn't need too much more stimulation to get off, and I was proved right about that. But as I wanted to keep something in reserve to help her reach another, although I moved faster as I felt her building towards her first climax, I made sure I didn't let my cock get any deeper.

She reached orgasm with relatively little fuss, certainly making much less noise than Keiko had done, but I knew that she'd had one when I felt her body flexing, then her pussy tightening around my cock, and heard her give a series of small gasps.

Although it obviously hadn't been a really strong one, just knowing she'd had it took some of the pressure off me as I set out to give her another. At first I continued to move back and forth for a while, then pulled my cock right back until she had no more the head inside her pussy. Then I began moving it much more quickly, in effect just teasing her by rubbing it back and forth between her poutingly swollen pussy-lips.

But although I knew that technique would have driven her mad with frustration if I had kept it up for too long, I also felt sure it was still the best way of quickly restimulating her arousal.

And I was proved to be right about that. After a couple of minutes I felt her squirming beneath me, and then she said something. But although there was an urgent tone in her voice, as she spoke in Japanese I of course had no way of knowing what she was saying. But the way she started trying to push herself further back on to my cock let me know exactly what she needed. And I gave it to her, finally, and suddenly driving the full length of my by then strongly throbbing cock deep.

She gave a loud squeal of sheer pained surprise as she felt it stretching her wide open, then immediately filling her, filling her in way she'd probably never been filled before.

The force and its unexpectedness nearly flattened her, but if I'd had any lingering doubt about what she wanted from me her reactions dispelled them. Pushing herself up again I saw both arms and shoulders tensing as she braced herself, then heard her say. 'Go! Go now!'

So, taking a firm grip of her fleshy buttocks and spreading them so could get really deep, I did exactly that.

By then I had learned to ignore both Keiko moving around us and the occasional bright flashes from the camera, and perhaps in some ways they actually added to the excitement of the situation. Although most of my brain was flat-out dealing with the sensations coursing up through my body, some other part of it was equally busy, imagining the group of young girls watching me, madly frigging themselves as they stared at my cock powering back and forth.

Tushi took longer to reach her second climax, maybe she was actually able to somehow hold it back so she could continue enjoying the thrills my massive cock was giving her for that much longer. And although the clinging slick tightness of her pussy sent the pressure inside me soaring, I was able to hang on until she finally had it.

And her second, unlike her first, was both violent and extremely noisy.

I could tell it was coming from both the way her entire body started to tense, and the low wailing sound that slowly rose in both pitch and volume. With that I tightened my grip of her and increased the speed of my thrusting, starting to fuck her as though I thought it might be the last one I'd ever have.

And again any doubts as to her ability to withstand that onslaught were immediately dispelled by her reactions to it. Instead of lessening the power of each thrust by rocking forward with it, she did quite the reverse, forcing my cock even deeper by jerking herself back on to it each time.

An ear-splitting, siren-like cry signalled the start of her climax, its undulating sound filling and echoing around the room. But although it must have been almost deafening for Keiko I was barely conscious of it, what was happening to my cock was all I really cared about.

As she started to come Tushi's cunt contracted so tightly it felt as though it had been trapped in some muscular vice, a vice which had jaws that could be suddenly wound impossibly tight. So as her rhythmic, convulsing contractions continued, each time I thrust in and out I got an almost explosive burst of pleasure-pain from being caught in that vice-like grip.

The surging jolts of excitement sent the pressure inside me sky-rocketing, and I soon felt that aching drain in the pit of my stomach and my balls tightening as I approached my own climax. And Tushi must have felt something of my increasing tension and recognised its cause, because although still experiencing her own rolling orgasm, she still managed to jerk herself back on to my pistoning cock with even more force.

And that did it for me; with a loud guttural grunt the first load of semen literally exploded from me, jetting deep into her still spasming cunt, followed by a second that felt just as powerful, then another, and another and another.

Even when I knew my balls were utterly drained I held myself there, my still jerking cock plugging her, and my entire body trembling from the force I'd unleashed. I was vaguely aware of a low whimpering sound as Tushi continued squirming herself back on to the spearing length, but that was only secondary to the overwhelming sense of contented delight that I was experiencing.




Chapter 5

An Orgy for Three

I honestly thought that would be the end of the evening, thought both girls would have been satisfied by what we had already shared, expected them to quite soon want me to leave so they could get some sleep before our day out sight-seeing.

But I couldn't have been more wrong... 

Admittedly the attention I got when Tushi and I finally broke apart was unlike anything I'd experienced from any other woman I'd known. During the time it had taken for us to recover, Keiko had slipped away and started running a bath, adding some muskily floral essence to the water that in itself was immediately refreshing when I stepped into it. Then, having let me lie there soaking for a little while, they returned and got me to stand up so they could wash me, giggling softly as they each sponged various parts of my body, and taking what seemed quite unnecessarily long to take care of my totally unresponsive cock and balls.

The fact that they were both naked while they did all that to me of course made the experience even more pleasurable, and I wasn't so exhausted that I couldn't take advantage of the opportunities it gave me. Although I'm sure their original intention had merely been to wash me, my wandering, soap-covered hands soon had their initially amused giggles turning to short, but none the less deep gasps of delight. And before they had finished washing and rinsing me down we were doing much more than just playfully teasing each other.

Having dried ourselves they helped me into one of the hotel's guest bath-robes and slipped their own back on again before leading me through to the snacks they had already thoughtfully prepared for us. They had crackers and cheese there in case I didn't like sushi and rice, which I do, but as by then I was feeling a bit peckish, I ate everything that was put in front of me, washing it down with a nicely chilled white wine.

While we ate I asked them to tell me more about their 'secret group' and more of the things they got up to when travelling, and some of the misadventures they had experienced gave us all a good laugh. Then, when Keiko had recounted how one of the girls had given a blow-job to some guy in the back of a tour bus, I asked her to give Tushi my sincere compliments for her skills in that area, to tell her it was undoubtedly the most exciting I'd ever experienced.

I watched Tushi's face colouring from embarrassed pleasure when Keiko translated what I'd said, then she gave a fairly long response in an obviously hesitant voice.

'She is happy she pleased you, and will be delighted to do so again.' Keiko told me. 'She says, and I fully agree with her, that you have a magnificent body that's most exciting to both look at and touch. And that's especially true of your penis.' she added in a somewhat lower tone. 'She says she has had much experience with her boy friend, who unfortunately expects much, but, unlike you, gives little in return.'

Compliments having been exchanged we continued eating and talking, then when we'd done Tushi disappeared into the bath-room, returning with one of those giant-sized bath towels, which she spread over the bed.

'In many parts of Japan it is traditional for women to give massage.' Keiko explained. 'Come, lie down, I think you will enjoy.' she said, getting up and pulling me to my feet.

They indicated I should lie flat on my stomach, then, using an oil that had a similar perfume to what they had put in the bath, they began massaging me, one concentrating on my shoulders and back, the other on my legs and buttocks. At first having their hands and fingers stroking and kneading me was blissfully relaxing and for a short while I felt myself literally drifting away. But although relaxing there was something extremely sensuous about the way they went about it, and that was especially so when the hands that had been massaging my legs moved them a little apart then worked their way higher.

Not long after that I became aware of a slowly growing sense of anticipation, as though my body itself was looking forward to being touched in different places. And that not only prompted thoughts about the girls who were actually giving me the delightful massage, but also increased my awareness of, and sensitivity to other feelings too. And not just those coming from the skilful hands and fingers, but even the feel of the towelling beneath me, of the sensations caused by having my stomach, thighs and still flaccid cock pressed down against it.

I had a series of slow mental flashes, images of some of the things I'd already seen and experienced. Of Keiko's beautiful breasts, and Tushi's impossibly long nipples. Of the incredible tightness of Keiko's pussy, and Tushi's consummate skill with her mouth. Of the sight of the two of them washing me, their naked, partially soap covered bodies glistening.

So not surprisingly, as the massage continued I found myself becoming slowly re-aroused, felt my cock responding, felt it pushing against my stomach as the blood being pumped back into it lengthened and thickened it.

So, when the girls rolled me over they immediately saw what effect they'd already had on me, and Tushi was obviously determined to finish what the massage had started. Getting up and crouching between my legs, as she lifted my partially swollen cock and slid her lips down over it, Keiko stood still, for once apparently uncertain as to what she should do to help.

'Get up here, kneel over me, let me kiss you, your pussy.' I said, seeing her instant smile of delight as I reached up for her.

I lost track of how much time we spent there on the bed together, and certainly didn't count the number of time the girls climaxed. Although Tushi quickly gave me a powerfully full erection, having already had two extraordinarily massive climaxes in a relatively short time I felt confident my next one would be some time in coming, so made sure I used that to the girls advantage.

Having licked and sucked Keiko to her first I had them swap places, whispering to her not to do too much to me, so I could make up for some of what Tushi's boy friend was reluctant to do for her. She understood my intention and although she stroked, kissed and sucked my cock almost as proficiently as Tushi had done, she made sure I didn't get too close to coming by taking long, intermittent pauses between her various activities.

So I was able to devote plenty of time to Tushi's sweet pussy, and know I gave her at least two climaxes before I felt the tension and pressure inside myself finally rising to uncomfortable levels.

Until that moment I hadn't really thought about how things would come to an end, but then it struck me that given my physical limitations, one of them could well be disappointed with the inevitable outcome. But as with several other aspects of the evening, I hadn't allowed for the girl's planning and organisational skills.

Once Tushi made it clear she'd finally been satisfied by what my mouth and tongue could do for her the girls said something in Japanese, then giggled softly as they changed their positions. I saw Keiko getting up and straddling my legs as she squatted down, then Tushi also got up, turning around so her back was towards me, and completely blocking my view.

But I really didn't need to see what happened after that, the thrills that shot through me were so intense that I didn't need the additional excitement of seeing anything at all.

They solved the problem of which one got the benefit of having my cock inside them by simply taking it in turns. First Keiko's tight little pussy rode me for a while, then they shifted slightly so Tushi's, by then much wetter, but still delightfully snug one could do the same. I couldn't see what else they got up to while swapping me back and forth, but I guessed from their squeals and gasps of delight that while bouncing up and down on it they were also either fondling themselves, or each other.

Not that I really cared what else they got up to, the regular change from one pussy to another was too exciting to be bothered by anything else. I just lay there, wallowing in the blissful enjoyment of what I was getting, feeling the ecstatic thrills coursing through every single part of my body, and the throbbing pulse in my cock getting stronger and stronger the longer they continued.

And somehow, though I've still no idea how they really managed it, they even shared the final moments. It must have been clear to them just what was happening from the way my body arched upwards as I built towards orgasm, and although I think it was Keiko's pussy that got the first couple of blasts, they then moved so quickly that Tushi had more than enough time to fully finish me off.




Chapter 6

Sight Seeing Saturday

I lay there, exhausted and utterly and completely drained, and in fact I must have fallen asleep for a while, because the next thing I knew I was being gently washed, Tushi taking care of my face, neck and chest, while Keiko did the honours lower down.

They were speaking in low whispers to each other but when they saw me stirring they paused, smiling gently down at me. 'Tushi asks me to tell you, you were magnificent Michael. And I agree with her. This is something neither of us will ever forget.' she said with obvious sincerity.

'Nor I Keiko.' I replied in huskily croaky voice. 'You are both not only beautiful young women, but amazingly accomplished lovers. I hope the men that you eventually marry fully appreciate what they have got.'

I was amused to see them both give me a low bow in reply, then Keiko asked if I would like to stay with them for the night. Although the idea of getting up and making my way home was a bit daunting right then I thought that remaining might create too many, albeit relatively minor inconveniences, so I thanked them but said no, and once that was decided I found the energy to get up, dress and, having agreed a time that I would pick them up the following morning, kissed them both and left.

The cool night air quickly refreshed me and as I made my way up the hill, past the still loiteringly hopeful working girls, I thought back over what had turned out to be one of the most eventful evenings of my life.

And the fact that it had all been triggered by a moment's thoughtfulness, in stopping to help a couple of bewildered tourists, made what had followed all the more mind-blowingly astounding.

I also began to think about the next day, and what I could do to make the girls' far too brief stay in Sydney as interesting as possible, and by the time I was back indoors had come up with what I thought would make a good day out for them.

Having had a really sound night's sleep I woke early and worked out what I'd need for our lunch as I showered and ate breakfast, then went down to the nearby shops to buy them. A phone call to the girls' hotel reception, saying I was a tour guide for a couple of their guests and needed a parking space for two or three hours was successful, and after packing what I'd bought in the trunk I gave them a ring.




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They too were ready and having left my car in the hotel's car park I met them in the lobby. It was obvious they had set out to impress, and while their practical clothes were nowhere near as glamorous as what they had worn in the evening, they both looked much more eye-catching than the girls I had first met in the street.

Tushi was wearing a smartly tailored outfit comprised of a short sleeved top and mid thigh length shorts in bright, ice-cream colours. While Keiko had chosen a similarly lengthed skirt with a matching blouse in a fine, peach coloured, linen-type material. Their almost knee-high socks added an almost girlish charm to their outfits and I complimented them on how attractive they looked, then added that as we would be in the sun for most of the day they would also need hats.

Keiko turned to show me the small bags they had on their backs. 'All other things we need are in here Michael, small but remarkably accommodating.' she replied with a smile.

'Excellent! Now what I thought was this, if you would prefer to do something else please say so, this is just an idea.' I said, then outlined my plan. 'First we'll catch a taxi down to Circular Quay and then take a cruise on the harbour, not in one of the bigger cruise ships, which you'll find are jammed full of tourists.' I explained with a grin. 'But one of the smaller operators. Although they're not as slickly professional they go further around the harbour, so you will get to see more of it. Then back here to pick up my car, which is already down in the car-park, and I'll take you for a drive up along the northern beaches. We'll go up through part of one of our National Parks, where you can see some aboriginal rock carvings and a few samples of our wild-life. Then I thought you might like a typical Aussie barbecue for a late lunch. How does that sound?'

'But those are all the things we had on our, what do you call it, wish-list?' Keiko replied, and when I nodded that she'd got the right word, she added. 'But we didn't think there would be time for everything, and you say you will take us to all those in just one day. That's marvellous!'

Having agreed to my plan for the day we went out to pick up a passing taxi and as we left the hotel there were a few moments of awkward embarrassment when, once on the foot-path, Keiko discretely passed something to me, saying. 'For the expenses Michael.'

I looked down to see she'd given me a small roll of twenty-dollar notes.

'I don't need this!' I said, handing them back to her. 'It's my pleasure to take you around.'

'And we are most grateful Michael, very, very grateful to accept your kindness. But we must pay for the expenses.' she replied, trying to push the roll back into my hand.

'No Keiko.' I said firmly, resisting her efforts.

'But we insist.' she responded, thrusting the money down into my pocket.

The situation was impossible to resolve there and then, so I took no more action, but as I moved off I said. 'Let's not argue on the street, we'll discuss this later.'

The moment passed and as Sydney had turned on one if it's typically warm summer days for us, the rest of it was really marvellous. The girls were simply blown away by the size and overall beauty of the harbour itself, and even more by the number of the smaller bays that the cruise I'd picked took us into. They were constantly either asking me questions or calling each other's attention to all sorts of scenic details, and their cameras seemed to be working non-stop.

It was much the same on a drive up the coast, I stopped at several good viewing points and they got to see surfers in action, as well as just how many Sydneysiders made for the beaches in good weather, and they took pictures of everything.

They seemed to enjoy the short walk through the bush and asked respectfully if they were permitted to photograph the rock-carvings I pointed out to them. Then took even more pictures of the kangaroos, emus and koalas in the small wild-life reserve we visited.

So after all that, and then the drive up to the headland, it was well past most people's lunch-time, and I was proved right in my hope that by arriving then would mean we could easily find ourselves a barbecue unit not in use.

The Esky had kept everything nicely chilled and the girls seemed to be just as impressed with what I'd brought for lunch as they had been by the trip round the harbour. The size of the steaks left them speechless, and although I doubt the meat was as tender as what they were used to having at home, the flavour of it more than made up for any extra chewing involved. The several tubs of salad went down well too and they agreed that my decision to bring fruit juice, rather than wine, had been the correct one, at least for them.

'If we'd had wine for lunch we might not have been able to restrain ourselves Michael.' Keiko whispered.

'In what way?'

'Well you saw what happened to us after having wine, last night.' she replied.

It was the first direct reference any one of us had made to the events of the previous evening, which I suppose was in itself somewhat curious. But until then we just hadn't stopped, and there were so many things for them to see, and photograph, that there hadn't really been any real conversation between us, just a series of comments or explanations about what we were looking at.

So sitting down to eat had actually given us the first opportunity to speak more intimately to each other.

'Well if I had known that wine was the cause of all that I would certainly have brought some along.' I replied jokingly.

She laughed softly, then translated the exchange for Tushi's benefit, apparently adding some extra comments that made them both laugh again.

When I asked what she'd said she blushed, and said that as it was a bit rude she'd prefer not to answer. But when I replied that after all the intimacies we'd shared the previous evening that seemed a bit silly, she reluctantly answered. 'Well, I also said that although it was delicious, and it was thoughtful of you to make sure you replaced some of the energy you drained from us, I preferred the red meat you gave us last night to that which we have just eaten.'

I leaned across and kissed her reassuringly. 'I'm glad I apparently didn't disappoint you, I mean spoil your fantasy about fucking a bronzed Aussie.' I said with a grin.

'Oh you were, are, much, much better than any fantasy either of us had ever had Michael. We stayed up talking about you, about everything, for a long, long time after you left. And then did again first thing this morning.' she added almost shyly, then fell suddenly silent.

As she'd started to speak I had reached into the Esky for the fruit I had also brought along for us, and apparently it was the sight of the nectarines and mangoes I pulled that had left her speechless. 'For lunch?' Keiko finally said somewhat breathlessly, and when I asked what she meant, she explained that ordinary people in Japan could only afford fruit like that for extremely special occasions.

When I told them that during the next part of their trip, to Queensland, they could expect to see them simply rotting beneath the trees, they thought I was pulling their legs. But I made them laugh again when I said suggestively that the only leg-pulling I'd do with them, was to pull them apart.

It was obvious that the girls had no idea how to go about actually eating a whole mango and they watched as I just slit one from end to end, then plunged in, biting and sucking the soft juicy flesh off the stone.

Tushi stared at what I was doing and then made a comment, which Keiko was again a bit reluctant to translate for me. 'Tushi said she knows exactly what that feels like, and she's very envious of the fruit.' she said with downcast eyes, then looked directly back into mine as she added. 'And I know what she means, and agree.'

I immediately understood what was going through the girls' minds, they were both obviously recalling the memory of how it had felt when I'd licked and sucked their pussies.

Although the taste of the fruit in my mouth was strong, the memory of the taste of the girls seemed even stronger, and I thought quickly, trying to recall the exact layout of the area around us. And perhaps stimulated by the idea Tushi's comment had triggered in my mind, the image of the spot suddenly came to me, it was perfect!

'Would you like me to do that again?' I asked softly.

They looked at each other for a moment, then nodded in unison. But I obviously took them both by surprise when I then said. 'Now?'

They exchanged much more bewildered looks before Keiko replied equally monosyllabically. 'Here?'

'Not quite.' I answered with a smile. 'But not far from here.' Then, making the decision for them, I got up and started putting things back in the Esky. 'Take a mango each, I've got the knife, we'll go for a little walk.' I said cryptically.

Neither said anything, just did as I'd asked, helped me put everything but a few extra large serviettes that I tucked in a pocket, back in the car. Then, taking each by the hand, I headed off into the bush, hoping my memory of the area hadn't played tricks on me.

But it hadn't, the old bench was still there, at the end of winding, obviously not frequently used track. Although providing an almost perfect look-out down across where the river estuary joined the ocean, as it was set in a tiny area surrounded by a tumbling jumble of rocks I knew the chances of someone disturbing us there was virtually zero.

'Let's sit here for a while, you can enjoy both the view and your mango.' I said, indicating the bench. 'And if you take off your shorts and skirt and slip down your panties I can enjoy a completely different view and taste.' I added as I ran my hand up the back of Keiko's leg.

At first I don't think they thought I was really serious about what I said, glancing around as though they half expected to find some other reason for what must have seemed to them a totally bizarre suggestion. But other than the view, the rocks and the dense screen of bush, there was nothing, and after reminding them what they'd said and a little gentle encouragement, it was Tushi who that time acted first.

Perhaps the sheer weirdness of the situation appealed to her quirkier sense of adventure, realised it would give her something she'd really be able to boast about to her friends. Perhaps it was the thought that all she had to look forward to was returning to her apparently sexually selfish boy-friend. Perhaps it was just that she'd enjoyed what I'd done for her the previous evening.

Whatever her reasons, after a final few words to Keiko she began undoing her shorts, then pushed them and her matching panties down off her legs, and sat down.

But although she'd taken the first step she sat with her legs pressed primly together, so I could see no more than just the tip of the vertical strip of pubic hair. But I nodded and smiled down at her, then dropped to my knees and handing her one of the serviettes, slit a mango and peeled back the skin enough for her to get started. 'Just enjoy Tushi.' I said softly as I handed it to her and then eased her legs apart.

Of course unlike the previous evening her pussy was still relatively dry, the outer lips pressed tightly together but it only took a couple of minutes kissing and gentle stroking to trigger her responses. Then, once I'd noticed her pussy responding, felt the increasing moistness, felt its lips unfurling like the petals on some exotic flower, I increased the strength of my actions. Pulling her a little further forward so I could more easily reach it I slid my tongue up and down the deep furrow between her pussy-lips, then probed higher, for the budding nub of her clitoris.

I glanced up to find her staring down at me, and I saw that juices were running from the corners of her mouth as she continued eagerly sucking on the mango. I lifted my head and deliberately doing it as lewdly as possible, ran my tongue around over my lips, before burying my head back down between her thighs.

Even as I did that I felt Keiko moving beside me, heard the rustle of clothing, then she sat herself down quite close to Tushi. She too had half stripped, and although I was enjoying what I was already doing, the prospect of later doing the same for Keiko was somehow just that much more exciting.

And it certainly was, having given Tushi her climax I moved on and eventually did the same for Keiko, though for some reason it took her considerably longer to reach it. But doing it for her gave me so much pleasure that I hardly noticed the pain I was starting to feel from kneeling for so long on the uneven ground. But that might also have been because by then the other was just that much stronger, the deeper, but quite different pain from having my fully erect cock trapped in my pants.

But I needn't have worried about being left suffering from what's known as 'blue balls', once I'd satisfied Keiko, Tushi understood how I must be feeling, and as I pushed myself up she said. 'Come here Michael.' Spreading her legs far enough apart for me to stand between them.

Then she gave me a repeat, albeit a much faster one, of what she'd done the previous evening. That time she sucked my strainingly throbbing cock so expertly that within no more than a couple of minutes I was thrusting it deep down her throat, then a few seconds later jetting gouts of accumulated semen with such force I was surprised it didn't choke her.

Nobody spoke much as we cleaned ourselves up, then Keiko suddenly turned to Tushi and spoke with obvious annoyance. When I asked what she'd said, she replied. 'I said that we left the cameras in the car, so we don't have any pictures!'

I laughed and said that for once they'd have to make do with just mental images. But I underestimated their determination, and Keiko insisted we wait while she went back for the cameras so they could take some. For a while I thought they expected a complete re-enactment of what we'd done, but they were both satisfied with a series of shots of us, then the view, and then of course of the trusty bench where it had all taken place.

They didn't take me completely by surprise when, during the drive back to the city, they asked me what I was doing that evening. Although I did have tentative plans they were easy to change and after another delicious and thoroughly enjoyable meal, the three of us spent a second, different, but equally exhausting evening in their hotel room.




Chapter 7

Sexy Sunday

Sometime during our various breaks between bouts of love-making I said to Keiko that if they wanted me to I could take them on another trip the following day. She told me that Tushi couldn't go, she had some distant relatives in Sydney whom she was duty bound to visit. In one way I was disappointed that I apparently wouldn't get another chance to experience her absolutely incredible cock-sucking skills, but when Keiko added that if I was prepared to accept her on her own she would love to spend the day with me, that more than made up for it.

I also resolved the matter of the roll of bank notes she'd given me. At first she refused to talk about it at all, then said that it was customary for Japanese women to pay for whatever services they received, and the amount she had given me was very small recompense for all that I had done for them. I put on a show of deeply offended annoyance at that comment, and we finally compromised by me saying I would take exactly what I had actually spent, and not one cent more.

We arranged a time for me to pick her up from the hotel the following morning, but as she didn't want to upset Tushi by discussing the day in detail, we left it until then to decide what we would actually do. So once home again, and before going to bed, I thought through a range of options, but as things turned out, I needn't have wasted my time.

When I met her in the hotel's reception foyer the next morning she was wearing a similar, but differently coloured outfit to what she had worn the previous day. The sage green blouse and shortish skirt, subtly patterned and highlighted in white, was perhaps unadventurous in style, and the repeated white, knee length socks somewhat unusual. But the cut and fit of the garments really showed off her figure, and I found myself immediately remembering how she'd looked when lying naked on the bed just a few hours before.

I told her how attractive she looked and she coloured a little before taking my hand, and then as we left the hotel I began briefly outlining some of the things she might like to do during the way.

'May I ask a personal favour Michael?' she said when I'd finished.

'Of course, anything.'

'Could I see where you live? It would be nice, when I'm back home and thinking about you. You know, being able to imagine where you might be.'

'That's a very sweet thought Keiko, if that's what you would like to do first, of course we can go there. But it's only a very small flat, nothing impressive.'

'I'm sure our houses and flats are even smaller Michael. But it would be nice.'

So we drove back up to my place and I was thankful that for once I hadn't left the flat looking too untidy.

She laughed softly when she saw that I actually had a better view of the city from my lounge-room than they had from their hotel room. 'I'm surprised you were tempted up to our room to see the lights.' she said as I stood behind her while she continued looking out.

'It wasn't the lights I came up to see, as you very well know.' I replied, bending to kiss the side of her neck.

'Oh really, what then?' she said, making no effort to move.

'Many, many things Keiko.' I said before kissing her again, and at the same time slipping my arms around her waist and gently pulling her back against myself.

Although holding the rest of her body quite still she turned her head so I could kiss her lips, and as we kissed and I felt her tongue pushing into my mouth, I slipped one hand up to fondle her breasts. Then as the kiss continued on she pressed herself more firmly back against me, at the same time reaching one hand back around behind me to grip my bum.

'Let's go through to the other room.' I whispered a few minutes later as I felt my cock quickly stiffening.

'Later Michael, later. Let's do it here first.' she replied, using her free hand to start unbuttoning her blouse.

Her eagerness fuelled my own and while I watched her undressing I quickly did the same thing. Although she was too quick to let me get a good look, the brief glimpse of her under-wear gave me an idea of the extent of the Japanese sense of fashion. Whereas her skirt and blouse were green, patterned with white, her bra and panties were the reverse, and obviously the whole outfit was designed to be worn together.

But I admit that right then I wasn't really too interested in what she was wearing, but what she was uncovering. Her smooth, pale olive skin was irresistible and I let my finger-tips glide over it, feeling a sense of tingling excitement as they followed the line of her shoulders, then ran down over her back. 'Your skin is so unbelievably beautiful Keiko.' I whispered as I bent to kiss her again.

She sighed as my hands continued tracing the outline of her body, my fingers brushing lightly down over her hips, then, while slipping one hand up and down her thigh, I reached back around her with the other, and gently cupped her naked breast.

'And your hands feel so good Michael. Gentle, but strong.' she answered, moving herself back towards me and brushing her buttocks against my almost vertical cock. 'And that feels strong too, very, very strong. Push it through here.' she added, shifting her legs a little apart.

I knew what she meant and liked the idea. So, bending my knees a little I pressed my cock down so I could slip it between her thighs, and a thrilling jolt of excitement raced through me as I pushed forward and felt her skin brushing down along the full length of it. Then, as I pressed myself even more tightly against her, I reached up and took hold of both her breasts, fondling and gently squeezing their silky firmness.




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Keiko reached back around me again with one hand, but used the other to start stroking what she could of my cock, running her finger-tips over and around the head, each one sending more of those thrilling jolts through me.

Then, while one hand continued slowly caressing each breast in turn I slipped the other lower, down across the curve of her stomach, then lower still, my fingers combing through the light tuft of pubic hair as it searched for her clitoris. And I only realised she was already as excited as I was when I found just how sensitive it already was, my first, almost feather-like light touch making her give a sharp gasp.

'You're already excited.' I whispered.

'I have been since early this morning.' she said, turning her head so we could kiss again.

Although I guessed from what she'd said that right then she wouldn't be averse to a fast, hard fuck, I felt sure she'd enjoy something a bit more prolonged even better. So, restraining the urge to simply bend her forward and push it into her, while continuing to lightly caress her clit and pubic mound, I began slowly moving my cock back and forth.

Her initial gasp of surprise turned to low, almost whimpering moans as the shaft slid up and down the moist furrow between her pussy lips, and I felt her body shuddering with her steadily increasing excitement.

And of course I was getting more than my fair of that too, from the combination of the feel of her beautiful breasts in my hand, what her fingers were continuing to do with my cock-head, and the sensations coming from having her thighs and pussy grazing against the shaft below it.

I actually took her to a full climax before finally doing what I think she'd originally wanted, bending her low while her body was still shaking and shuddering from its effect, and then triggering another phase as I pushed my cock deep inside her pussy.

From the noises she made I couldn't tell whether she had just one, incredibly long, rolling climax, or a series of apparently extraordinarily strong peaks. And her responses continued right through to my own, and then persisted even after I'd actually finished spouting semen into her and was merely moving my cock slowly back and forth to extend the delighted enjoyment I was getting from the feel of her tightly clinging pussy.

'That was as beautiful as you are Keiko.' I whispered when I'd caught my breath.

'Yes it was, and you are magnificent Michael. A man who truly makes love, not just fucks.' she said in a still breathlessly hoarse voice. 'And now, whenever I see the Sydney sky-line on TV or in a movie, I'll think of you, and of being made love to while I looked out at it.'

'That's nice to know.' I replied as I continued running my fluttering fingers up and down over her slender body.

'And that feels wonderful!' she sighed, arching her body upwards and resting her hands lightly on the backs of mine then pressing them just a little more firmly down against herself.

'Your body was made for caressing.' I said softly. 'So slender, so perfectly shaped. And such silkily soft skin. Just made for caressing, and kissing.' I added as I ran my lips down across her shoulder.

In spite of, or perhaps it was actually because of the strength of the rolling orgasm she'd just had, I felt continuing tremors running up through her as my hands and lips moved over her body. So maybe I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was when I felt one of her hands directing mine back down to her pubic mound.

'So gentle, so strong.' I heard her whisper as my fingers began slowly working their way around that sensitive area, moving ever closer to the spot where I understood she actually needed them to be.

But then she suddenly, and to me at that moment, quite inexplicably pulled my hand away. 'We need to be practical Michael, at least for a minute. Do you have tissues?' she added in an obviously agitated voice.

It took me a second or two to understand the reason for both her action and her question, but then it dawned on me. Although it was slowly wilting, my cock was still effectively plugging her pussy, but when it slipped out as we moved there would be a rush of our co-mingled fluids.

Right then the last thing I was concerned about were possible stains on the carpet, apart from anything else there were already quite a few of those around, especially in the bed-room. But if she was concerned it might constrain her responses, and right then that was the last thing I wanted.

The solution was simple, I just pulled back and turned her a little, then bent and lifted her bodily, ignoring her half-hearted squealing giggles of protest as I carried her through to the bed-room.

Having lain her down I knelt beside her, enjoying the opportunity that gave me to take a few moments to really look at her. As I'd told her, her body really was beautiful. Each slender curve seemed to have been created just to lead on to another, her rounded breasts and hips enhanced by the slimness of her waist, her long shapely legs drawing the eye to the treasure nestling at their apex.

I bent down and kissed her, and her arms reached up around my neck and pulled me lower as her tongue probed upwards for mine. As we kissed I ran one hand down over her body, and as it slid lower she moved her legs so my fingers could slip down between her thighs. I curled them and reached under her, feeling the wetness seeping from her still puffily swollen pussy, feeling her body trembling as they slipped up between its delicate folds.

Although her pussy had held it in such a tight grip while I continued caressing her after our orgasms that my cock had never completely shrunk back to its unaroused size, and just looking down at her had begun to re-excite me, it was still some little way off being fully erect again. But I knew exactly what would both fix that, and I felt sure, also give her at least as much pleasure as a straightforward fuck would do.

When the kiss came to an end I continued stroking her pussy but moved further down the bed so I could also kiss her breasts, and circle her still stiffened rose-bud-like nipples with the tip of my tongue. She lay there, making soft, barely audible mewling sounds and her entire body quivering so much I got the impression that at that moment she was utterly helpless, that I could have done absolutely anything I wanted to with her.

So I knelt there, my hands, lips and tongue continuing to kiss and caress her, and only hearing a weak, token protest when, ignoring the seeping overflow from her pussy, I moved lower still and then pushed my head up between her thighs.

The sexually charged smell and taste of her finished off what had been developing between my legs, and by the time my flickering tongue had turned her mewling whimpers of pleasure to more deep-throated cries, and her trembling quivering to much more powerful tremors, I had a fully engorged erection again.

But I was getting so much pleasure from licking and sucking her adorable pussy that I ignored the growing need inside myself until long after the effect of her climax had waned.

And it was only when I lifted myself up to push it into her that she recovered some sense of control, pushing herself upright and saying. 'No, wait Michael! Let me do it for you now.' she added as she rolled me over on to my back.

She gasped something in Japanese when she saw the state of my rearing cock, then looked up with wide-staring eyes. 'I'm not so good as Tushi at this, but I try.' she said, then dropped her head and pushed her mouth down over it.

It was clear that she hadn't had the same amount of experience at cock-sucking as Tushi, but her eagerness to please me made up for most of that, and after a short time I was in no condition to really make comparisons. Using her hands in conjunction with what her lips, tongue and mouth were doing, she soon had me twisting and groaning in the same helpless delight as she had been a short time before.

But as she must have had a particular finale in mind she was still careful to make sure her stimulation stopped just short of actually getting me off. And when it was obvious that I simply couldn't take any more of her skilful manipulation, she lifted herself up, then jammed her sopping pussy hard down on to the throbbing mass of it.

She rode me to a truly spectacular orgasm, and from her enthusiastic actions and rising cries of excitement I got the impression that she had also had yet another one too.

She sat on top of me for some time, occasionally squirming herself down against me, but much of the time just sitting there, her eyes half closed, and slowly recovering both her breath and usual composure.

Then sometime later she got off me, asked which door led to the bath-room, and with her hand clutching her crotch, scurried quickly across to it.

While she was gone I gave myself a quick wash-down at the kitchen sink then, having re-dressed, put some coffee on to brew. Keiko appeared briefly to grab her clothes, then disappeared again for some little while before finally re-appearing, and looking just as scrumptious as she had an hour or so before.

'You look good enough to get me started all over again.' I said with a grin.

She smiled and her face coloured prettily. 'And after what you have done, I think I would like that if you actually did.' she said in a low whisper, then added. 'But I think taking a rest for a while will make it better for us both.'

I agreed, and we sat down for the coffee and some biscuits I found in a not too well-stocked cupboard. Neither of us said very much for some time, both content to allow ourselves to slip into our own private thoughts. Which in my case, for at least a good part of it, involved wishing I'd had a little more opportunity to see her in just her undoubtedly eye-catching underwear.

Then when we had finished she said we should straighten the mess we'd made of the bed, and bluntly refused my suggestion we just leave it. And it was while we were re-making it that she suddenly noticed the surf board propped up behind the door. 'You surf?' she asked excitedly.

I said that yes I did, and she then asked if we could do that, so she could watch, and take some photographs of me in action.

I'd frankly had other things in mind, but a surf would be good, it would refresh and re-invigorate me, and I had after all missed out on the one I'd intended to have on the Friday afternoon. So I agreed, and a short while later we were heading down to the beach together.

Before I went in she insisted I pose for a few standing there with my board, which I admit made me feel a bit silly, then she sat watching and clicking through an in-built telephoto lens while I went out. Although the surf was far from its best I caught a few decent waves and a couple of them gave Keiko the chance to snap me as I rode them all the way in to the shore.

'I've only seen it on TV before, it looks very difficult to do.' she said when I'd done and was towelling myself down. 'You're very good, and that was exciting.'

'It's mainly about balance, and being able to read what the wave is going to do, which isn't always possible.' I said, noticing how intently she was watching me. 'But I hope you got a few good shots for the record of your trip.'

'Oh yes, thank you, some very good pictures.'

'So what now, some lunch?'

I could tell from the look on her face that she wanted to say something, but for some reason was actually hesitant to do so. 'What is it Keiko?' I asked.

She still didn't reply immediately and I could see there was some sort of internal tussle going on, so I just waited.

'I know this will sound wicked, but could we take something back with us, I mean to your home?' she finally said somewhat reticently.

'Of course we can, if that's what you'd prefer. But don't you want to see some more of Sydney while you can?'

'I'd prefer to see more of you Michael.' she said softly. 'As I said, watching you was very exciting.'

It suddenly dawned on me what she meant, and I had to admit that the thought of more of what we'd already shared sounded a lot better than spending the rest of the day cruising around the city. So we grabbed some take-away food and headed home, then actually left the meal for later, much, much later.

We spent most of the rest of the day in or around my bed, from time to time dozing or getting up for something to eat or drink, but for a good deal of it just doing the most wonderful things to, and with each other.

I discovered she had meant what she said about getting excited by just watching me, well at least watching my cock. She never appeared to get tired of seeing it grow as she slowly caressed it, then, when I was once again fully erect, crouching close and just staring at it as she kept it fully engorged by using just the light touch of her fluttering finger-tips. I'd never had that done to me before and admit I enjoyed it, probably more than she knew, because even while doing it she kept glancing up at my face to see if I was getting too frustrated from being held in that state for so long.

But even if I hadn't experienced the intensity of the pleasure I actually did during that time it would have been well worth putting up with it just for the benefit of the force of the climaxes we eventually shared. Naturally I could feel how much more powerful my own were as a result of being so delightfully delayed, but it seemed from her own reactions that Keiko got a very similar benefit from just having been watching my cock.

At one stage I called her Miss Insatiable, which made her laugh, then admit she was a bit worried how she was going to cope with the feelings I'd stirred during the rest of her holiday. 'When I'm back in Japan it won't be so bad, things will go back to normal I think. But until then I'm sure it will be hard.'

'Maybe you'll meet someone in Queensland, there are plenty of bronzed Aussies there.' I suggested.

'Oh I think one is more than enough for me Michael. I'll just have to look at my pictures when things get too difficult.'

I never did get to see her underwear properly, but figured that was a small price to pay for one of the most sexually exhausting days of my life. Having taken her back to the hotel so she could pack ready to leave early the next morning, I simply returned to my sheet-tangled bed, and with the smell of her and the results of our vigorous activities filling my head, fell asleep.

It was only when I was tidying up before getting ready to leave for work the next morning that I discovered she had slipped the cash she'd given to me, and which I'd returned to her, back into my pocket. And now that they had left their hotel I had no way of getting it back, I didn't even know where they were staying in Queensland. Then I remembered we'd exchanged business cards when we'd first met, and I still had that too. It was a typical Japanese business card, printed both sides, one in English, and it included her business e-mail address.

So I waited until the following week, when I knew she would be back at work, to send her a message asking for details of how to return the money.

But although less sexually exciting the week in between wasn't without it's memorable moments. As I had guessed, my boss was over the moon with the result and immediately agreed that Fiona should take on the project manager's role, giving me a sly, knowing look when he said he expected the two of us to work very, very closely together from then on.

Fiona was if anything even more thrilled than my boss had been, and from the expression on her face seemed to be looking forward to working with me as much as on the project itself. And in fact it was her suggestion that we get together outside the constraints of the office so we could work through exactly how to approach that relationship.

And not too long after that we did just that, very, very successfully, but that's another story.

I received a reply from Keiko early the following week, saying quite a few things that a business link really shouldn't have been carrying, but ending by saying she didn't want the money returned. She said that it was not very much, and that after all the kindness I had shown Tushi and herself they would normally have bought me a gift of some sort, so I should spend it on doing that on their behalf.

I couldn't really do anything else, so after saying that under the circumstances it was I who should have been buying her gifts, just thanked her very much.

She sent me another message a week or so later saying that she and Tushi had shown some of their photographs of their trip to their 'secret group' friends, and she hoped I didn't mind but they had included a few of me. She didn't say which, but said their friends had been 'both very, very impressed, and even more envious of their good fortune', were her words.

A few weeks later I received another from her, that time saying that one of her friends from the group was planning a holiday with her friend and had asked Keiko to ask if I would mind showing them some of the things I had shown she and Tushi.

The wording itself was quite innocuous, but was also ambiguous, especially as Keiko had sent photo attachments of the two girls. Although they lacked something that I'd seen in Keiko, they were undoubtedly attractive and I replied saying if their schedule was convenient I would be glad to spend some time with them.

And that's how it began, for the next year or so I would get an e-mail every two or three months telling me another couple of girls were visiting Sydney. It soon became clear that Keiko was screening her end, only making contact with me about girls who both spoke reasonable English, and who were both good-looking and sexually adventurous.

As by then Fiona and I had developed a strong, and extraordinarily satisfying relationship I had to make excuses for those odd week-ends I was 'otherwise engaged', and there were times when I wondered if my sexual capacity would cope with it all. But as they say, 'variety is the spice of life', and I certainly had more than my fair share of that.