Even in the half-light of the Schlosshotel suite, Gabriele’s supine body gleams.
My eyes wander across the delights of her semi-nakedness, my mouth watering at the prospect of the feast to come. Her breasts – each adorned by a crisp green circle shaped from a banana leaf, and topped with a brilliant white chrysanthemum – rise and fall more rapidly as she watches my scrutiny.
“You promised me no cheating,” I say. “Genuine Nyotaimori was what we agreed.”
She smiles wantonly, but says nothing.
At least there are no banana leaf trays laid along the tops of her thighs or across her belly to plate the food. Instead, the rose petals and the chilled sushi sit directly upon her naked flesh. I can’t stop myself from licking my lips.
“What would you like first?” she asks. She speaks English with hardly any accent at all. Not for the first time, I wish I’d paid more attention in those long ago German lessons. Flirting with her in her own language would be wondrously decadent. I can’t help but feel that I’ve missed a glorious opportunity. I shrug mentally. Perhaps there will be time yet for me to correct my oversight.
My eyes track back to her flat abdomen. I reach forward with my chopsticks and lift one of the hosomaki, one filled to the brim with succulent avocado, from her belly. I guide it effortlessly to my mouth and much thoughtfully.
“Delicious.”
Gabriele frowns. “You needed to start with an aphrodisiac?”
I study her slender face; the long brunette sheaf of silken hair, coiled over her shoulder; the sultry chocolate depths of her eyes. She exudes intelligence and sensuality in waves, and it’s all I can do not to sweep the food from her exquisite nakedness and take her where she lies.
But that’s not the game we’re playing.
So instead, I return her knowing smile. “You’re all the aphrodisiac any man could desire. I just wanted to cleanse my palate.”
“Then you should have tried the kappamaki,” she replies with a hint of haughtiness that strengthens her accent, and tweaks my cock deliciously.
“Touché.”
I reach forward again, this time deftly plucking a sashimi salmon rose from atop her left thigh.
“You’re also a cheat,” she grins.
“How so?”
“I thought we had both agreed that chopsticks were boring.” Her brown eyes – flecked with dancing amber – hold mine tighter than a vice. “Use your hands … your tongue. Grab it … lick it, my dear.”
I place my chopsticks down on the low table to my side, bend forward and take a mouthful of negitoromaki from her navel. The piquant flavour of the chopped scallion blends beautifully with the rich dryness of the tuna flakes.
“Mmmmm. Delicious.”
“The food?”
I look at her along the line of her body. “The serving platter.” I press my lips against her abdomen, once, twice, three times, and she finally trembles.
“Don’t,” she whispers. “You have your banquet to finish.”
And so I do. I devour every morsel from her, every last makizushi, until she is left utterly naked except for the two flowers, and the rose petals, and the ridiculously diminutive g-string. I lift the chrysanthemums from her breasts, teasing her nipples in turn with my lips and my tongue, suckling, biting gently, until both peaks are hard with desire. And then I help her up from the low futon, lead her into the tiled bathroom, press her back until she’s enveloped by the cascading warmth of the shower. As she watches me, I strip aside the heavy cotton robe I’ve been wearing, drop it to the floor, let her see just how hard she’s made me. She’s reaching for my cock even as I’m walking towards her.
We kiss, long and slow, our eyes closed against the running water. I don’t waste time trying to remove her g-string: I just snap the thin sides in turn, and throw the sodden cotton across the bathroom. All the time she is stroking my hardness, running the smooth glans across the tops and the insides of her thighs. Eventually, she clutches the length of my shaft against her soft belly. I ache to be inside her.
“You taste Japanese,” she says, breathing hard when our lips finally part.
“Is that bad?”
“Not for me.”
I slip down her wet body, my greedy lips traversing her breasts, her belly, her thighs. I’m still famished, famished for her. I press my tongue deep inside the aromatic heat between her slim thighs; drink the spiced nectar of her lust as though I’ve just staggered out of the Kalahari. I flicker the tip of my tongue against her clitoris, and when she starts to shiver above me, I ease two fingers inside her and stroke the front wall of oiled velvet until she trembles and shudders, and I fear she’ll lose her footing.
“Jesus!” she cries out, clutching my head savagely, forcing my mouth ever harder against her flesh.
And when the shuddering has become trembling has become shivering once more, I ease my way back up her body, lift one of her thighs and guide my cockhead along her sodden cleft until its tip nestles within the entrance to her sex.
I kiss her again.
“You taste like me now,” she gasps.
“I know that’s not bad.”
And as our lips and our tongues entwine once more, I ease my full length inside her, until her mouth spasms against mine, until her nails rake my back from my shoulders to my ass. The water and the steam envelop us. I’m surrounded by sensation: the muted thunder of the shower; the waxing and waning of her lips and her tongue; the softness of her breasts against my chest, and the strength of her thighs around my waist as I lift her against the wall. Above all, there’s the tight heat of her cunt, drawing my focus lower, ever lower. I feel my resistance slipping, disintegrating.
“Come inside me,” she gasps. “Komm in mir!”
It’s the last thing – the only thing – that I needed to hear. I erupt guiltily and guiltlessly, the pleasure hot, deep and Richter Scale-intense. And as we stand there, our faces turned away from the water so that we can draw the humid air deep inside us, I realise that the yearning for mastery of a tongue beyond my own might be little more than the desire for another trapping. Communication will always find a way to transcend language.
Gabriele smiles that heady mixture of wantonness and sensuality.
“So,” she says. “Tell me what you would you like for dessert.”
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is lust not a universal language ? … i wouldn’t need you to say a word …in a shower with you…one look in your eyes and i am sure i would know exactly what you wanted…as for desert…your juices would be my choice xx
Seems to me that your mind is on one track in particular, Madame…
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Ich liebe japanische Nahrung. Wann fangen wir an zu essen? Dieses ist eine wundervolle Geschichte. Danke soviel!
Another ‘finishing line’ situation, Ms H? Just tell me when and where to bring my chopsticks…
~EA
I just thought i’d check to see if u’d written anything before i went to bed.. and i must say.. that’s an excellent bed-time story.. and not the sort that will put me to sleep! ; )
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Well, you do know how I like to keep you up and restless, Raven…
~EA
One should never forget to include Moon on the Water, an excellent junmai ginjō for a decadent Japanese meal such as this.
That was remiss of me, Liz - I apologise. Still, my mind was very much on the food … or rather, the platter. A chilled sake would an excellent addition to the meal though. Think anyone would notice a rewrite?
~EA
This month’s issue of Scarlett had nyotaimori in it too, is this post deliberately co-ordinated? Or is it just the new fad? Honestly, you’d think sushi was already fashionable enough, now it comes with boobs.
Plus personally I’d never say that tasting Japanese is much of a compliment normally when kissing, given that the vast majority of Japanese people I’ve met have awful breath
Suteki na hanashi wo tsutaete agete, arigatou ne.
Nope, no co-ordination. I’ve no affiliation with Scarlet - none that I’m aware of, anyway. As to fads … I just happened to be inspired to use the subject by a remark made to me. Total chance. But I’m glad you still enjoyed the story. Do itashi mashite…
~EA
Ahh Blacksilk! You stole my theme for my comment I was gonna make! You little drazel!
Just bought Scarlet after a hiatus of 3 months - oh how I missed it - I seem to be in a sushi overload existence. How super.
Such a fabulous post, EA. As always and especially here: delicious.
‘Drazel’? There’s another new one for my lexicon…
~EA
Lol ~EA… I was simply telling you how much I love Japanese food, when do we eat? Oh, that the story was wonderful. Thank you….
Don’t tell me that was your first German comment?!? I can do other languages too, if you like!!
I think it was my first German comment - though I don’t think I’m going to consider that definitive unless you provide proof that you were wearing Lederhosen when you made it…
~EA
i was lucky enough to be an invited guest at a seating…..these young women are not only beautiful but exhibit a power of strength not to move…..my session lasted four hours….it is truly an art in my opinion (if all parties involved are consensual)
Don’t worry, Nymph - I employ a “must be a 100% consensus” rule around here…
~EA
what a sumptuous setting! this is the first piece of erotica i’ve seen to be inspired by that. truly ingenious!
and as all great writers, i’m sure you know this but you love hearing it anyway - your writing is delicious =P
That’s lovely of you to say so, Li - thank you…
~EA
The sensuality, the sexuality of food…
My two favourite topics put together in such an sexy way.
I aim to please wherever I can, Aurea…
~EA
EA, you make me hungry, in more ways than one. Don’t ever stop posting, and if you come to Australia any time soon, let me know…
It’s my desire to make you hungry in all sorts of ways, YoungMinx. And be assured, the next time I find myself a few days from boarding a Qantas 747…
~EA
EA,
you are truly a gift! I would love to be your serving platter. I can promise a very sweet pussy for dessert…..
That sounds delicious, Natasha…
~EA
I am a sushi virgin…
Then let me know if I can help you with your oriental cherry…
~EA
I don’t have a pair of lederhosen, ~EA, but I’m sure I could find a sexy pair of leather hotpants, along with a feather in my felt cap, and not much else… would that satisfy you?
Oh, I think that would be good for starters…
~EA
As sexy as always… especially the clean-up, and the promise of dessert.
You can do a lot with a main course. But that shouldn’t mean that you skimp on starters or afters…
~EA
My goodness EA, if only I wasn’t a vegetarian… Surely we can come to a more reciprocal arrangement…..?
Minx, I’m absolutely positive we could…
~EA
This was amazingly good.
You are one, helluva, writer.
~~excellent!
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Will.
bottomsUp!
Cheers, Will…
~EA
Wow, I love sushi and this just takes it to a whole different, higher, exquisite level!!! Bravo!!! My face is steaming…
I do so enjoy raising a woman’s temperature with my words…
~EA
Sushi alone has the power to arouse me.
I think I would enjoy being fed sushi after all of that.
I’m sure feeding it to you would be just one more pleasure to enjoy…
~EA