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happened the
night before were slow in coming back to him, and that was fine. At
that time, he was happy letting his lust take
precedence.
    Slowly, he started to wake up and
remembered he was in Japan, fulfilling a long held fantasy about
taking a geisha. Ever since grade school he’d been interested in
the ladies who wore robes and exotic makeup. In his young mind,
there’d been so much mystery and seduction attached to the women.
He wasn’t sure why, but the makeup and dress still turned him on.
When he learned he was going to Japan, he’d hoped to find a chance
to spend time with one. Then, after speaking with the concierge
who’d been so helpful to him throughout his visit, he found out
geishas weren’t sex workers like he’d thought. After a few
questions and a couple hours, Hiedo had told him a prostitute
dressed as a geisha was available for him and he couldn’t be
happier.
    More awake, he thought about how
there was no steady woman waiting for him back home and yet, for
some odd reason, it felt right to wake up with this one in his
arms. It wasn’t just the sex that he’d liked with Yuki, although it
had been much better than he’d thought possible without entering
her pussy with his cock. No, if he was honest with himself, and he
always was when it came to sex, then he had to admit it had more to
do with how she’d made him feel inside that left him thinking
they’d made a good fit.
    The more he thought about the night
before, the more he kept going back to the first time they’d come
together and she’d told him to pretend she was Sakura. It hadn’t
felt right to do that, and he hadn’t planned to kiss her until his
impending release helped him take things possibly further than he
should have. He wasn’t sure why, but it had been an easy thing to
do.
    Matt had wanted to wake up with the
sexy and intelligent consultant in his arms since before he’d
arrived in Japan, which made it even easier to pretend it was true.
There was no way to know what his geisha actually looked like, not
with all the makeup she had on. The only thing that made it more
difficult to think of Yuki as the woman he wanted was her thick
accent. Sakura had wonderful command of the English language,
better than him, and the geisha didn’t. When she spoke, and if he
remembered correctly it hadn’t been much, there was a distinct
difference between the two women.
    He rubbed his nose gently around
Yuki’s ear and shifted her hair away enough for him to place a kiss
on the soft skin. Keeping his hard-on pressed against her ass, he
moved and looked at the back of the woman he held. In the room’s
dim lighting, he saw Sakura because he wanted to. Yuki’s hair was
longer and currently a mess, but they both had straight, silky
black hair. There were two other physical things similar about the
two women that made it easy to pretend they were the same person.
They were both small-bodied and favored a sweet flowery
scent.
    No, there was nothing substantial
he could use to separate the two women in his mind and decided to
leave it alone. It hurt no one for him to keep pretending he spent
his last night in Osaka with the woman he’d wanted, and that was
what he’d do with another instead. There was not much more time for
him before he left, and adding more memories to his special night
seemed the right thing to do.
    Once he’d settled the issue in his
mind, Matt let his need rise up and push forward for her attention.
He could tell she was awake in his arms, so he set out to seduce
her into playing some more. The way she moaned and eased the way
for his fingers to play between her legs told him she may want
another round of sex as much as him.
    “Are you up for another go before
it’s time to get up?”
    The only verbal response he
received was a hum, with the more complete and enticing answer
delivered by her body. She pushed her ass even more firmly against
him and reached between her legs to move his eager hard-on to rest
against