Konnichiwa Cowboy (5 page)

Once he was fully embedded, with hands teasing and
twisting her nipples and clit, Matt withdrew and pushed back in. It
wasn’t an easy slide, but the condom he had on, made slick by honey
dripping from between lower lips, made the journey that much
easier. He was concerned for her, although the fear was quickly
dispelled when he dipped a finger into her pussy and was greeted
with a tightness that rivaled the one she had on his rod.

Fucking both channels, he found a pace and kept at it
as best he could. He had to since the sounds and jumble of words
she offered in return seemed to be filled with pleasure, and he got
off hearing the result of his sexual skill. That was what he
wanted, for her to have a good memory of anal sex. In his mind it
was a necessity since when it came to intimacy, any type, it always
went back to sharing women with his brother.

Matt closed his eyes and imagined seeing Sakura
moaning between him and Ted, naked and pleading for more of their
attention. They would both be focused on her and she would always
be ready for them. Even if she was working on something, she’d be
ready to take them on so they all were fulfilled. Body, heart, and
soul—heart—just imagining what it would be like if they possessed
her love sent him spiraling out of control.

The intensity of his orgasm took him by surprise. His
entire body tightened and strained forward as he called out for the
woman he wanted. There was no sense of reality where he found
himself. He became so lost in his passion that, in the heat of
coming, he actually shouted the unthinkable.

“Sakura!”

“Yes! Yes!”

Robbed of breath, he held her tightly as he throbbed
inside her ever tightening hold. Their coming together was
incredible. Unfortunately, the glow of a great fuck quickly slipped
away when he realized he’d called out the name of another woman.
That was so wrong. Even if the one he held was a prostitute, nobody
at the peak of receiving pleasure deserved to be called by
another’s name.

After he could breathe somewhat more calmly, Matt
moved them around until they lay on their sides. He hadn’t pulled
out of her yet, he couldn’t. She felt too good to leave. They
stayed where they were for some time, neither saying a word. There
were many things going through his mind. Eventually he
apologized.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t right.” He smoothed a hand
over her hip, trying to ensure she knew he meant it.

“Shhh,” was her answer and he accepted it. Obviously
she hadn’t wanted to talk about being called by another woman’s
name and he had to respect her position. The mistake was his
regret, no need to force her to respond.

They snuggled for a bit longer and he eventually
looked at the clock. It was almost time to get up. Maybe after they
showered together, he could make up for vocalizing one of his
deepest desires by feasting on her pussy. One last time and it
would really be all for her.

“I have to take a shower. You want to join me?” Matt
rubbed a hand over her soft, fleshy ass. He savored the feel of
this woman who gave him a great deal of pleasure, even if he had
placed the face of another over hers. She looked so delicious lying
naked in front of him, her flesh still glowing from the last round
of sex. He found it a struggle to leave the bed, even though he
knew he had to. There was no way he could miss his flight. A
meeting in San Francisco with a transportation firm and someone
from the U.S. Department of Agriculture had already been arranged,
and were required to move forward on the project.

Laughing at her grumbled response, he watched as she
curled into a ball and already looked like she was asleep.
Understanding her not wanting to get up quite yet, he pulled the
sheet over her as he walked into the other room.

Turning on the bathroom light, he shut the door
behind him and went about cleaning up. Maybe she’d join him once
she heard the shower running.

While he took off his boots and socks, Matt laughed
softly as a few memories from the night before came back to him. He
wished he had a picture of them together, the geisha and the
cowboy. As far as he was concerned, the night could only have been
better if his brother had been there to take part. He couldn’t
believe the boots had stayed on all night long. That hadn’t
happened in years.

Turning on the water to a steaming hot temperature,
he stepped into the shower and started scrubbing little patches of
her white and red makeup off his face, chest, and down around his
cock. Obviously the stuff had been necessary in creating his
fantasy woman, but it was difficult to clean. Instead of coming
right off with a bit of soap and water, the colored substance
simply moved around. It was only after some serious scrubbing could
he get the stuff off his flesh and on the washcloth.

The fantasy night had ended up being great, yet
different than he’d expected. He hadn’t put his cock into her
pussy, but had come a multitude of times. Maybe he could’ve pushed
her submissive side further—that made things hotter—but oddly
hadn’t.

Looking down at his once again hard cock, he was
disappointed that she hadn’t joined him. Sex in the shower was
always satisfying. He finished cleaning and turned the shower off.
It wasn’t until he was rubbing himself dry with a thick plush towel
that he acknowledged one thing he definitely felt uneasy about.
After all the time they’d spent together, in the most intimate of
ways, he hadn’t seen her face without the geisha makeup. He could
walk by Yuki on the street and not know it was she whom he’d spent
the night nearly fucking.

A mistake, but Matt wasn’t going to dwell on it. He’d
rectify that with his resurrected erection in a few minutes.

For months, telephone conversations between him and
Sakura had left him hard at his desk. When he knew he was about to
meet her in person, the need had ramped up to previously unimagined
levels. As he’d thought, she was stunningly beautiful—smart, witty,
and genuinely enjoyable to be around. Upon seeing her for the first
time, he’d discovered her to be a real turn-on for him, only
somehow he’d worked hard to remain focused on the final prize and
ignored everything else. To bring the Big W Ranch up to spec so
they could sell their beef in Japan.

In order for that to happen, with all the stiff
regulations the government had added in the past few years, he and
Ted had needed help. After asking around, a good friend and fellow
cattle rancher from Canada introduced them to Mr. Nakamura, a
gentleman whose company imported a great deal of North American
meat into Japan. Discussions of what they had to offer eventually
led to the man offering help from his quality assurance department
in devising a program that would put the Big W Ranch in line with
Japanese government’s particular regulations.

For most of the past month, he and Sakura had worked
together devising a plan to help them make the changes necessary to
sell beef in Japan. He really liked her and wished she lived in the
States so he could see her socially. That would be great if she
were attracted to him, but he hadn’t believed she was. Sure, they
flirted, but it must not have meant much to her. She’d disappeared
since they’d finished creating a plan and hadn’t even shown up for
dinner on his last night in Japan. Granted, even if she had wanted
to spend time with him outside of business, it couldn’t have been
serious. There was no way she’d go for the sharing thing he and his
brother preferred or the pleasure they found in the BDSM
playground.

After he finished combing his hair, Matt looked in
the mirror and finally acknowledged the truth of last night. He’d
arranged for a prostitute to play out a fantasy he’d had for a
geisha and he’d pretended he’d spent the night with the woman he’d
worked with instead. He seriously liked Sakura, but he had to
accept it wouldn’t work out between them, and Yuki was a
professional.

Not wanting to dwell on the things he couldn’t
change, he muttered to himself about how quickly he’d become
attached to the geisha’s oral skills. Matt walked out of the
bathroom looking for one last blowjob while he feasted on her
pussy. Wrapping a hand around his erection, he stroked the length
as he imagined it was Sakura wrapping a well-painted pair of geisha
lips around him, sucking for his seed.

Stopping short of the bed, he looked around the room
and realized he was alone.

“Well, shit, where’d she go?”

The money rested on the table top where he’d left it
last night, and a few pieces of her clothing were lying on the
floor. It looked as if she’d left in a hurry. Walking toward the
closet, he stepped on something silky and realized it was her bag.
Looking inside showed no more condoms, although there was a key
card with the hotel logo on it. Most likely the concierge had
arranged for a place for to her get ready and change into street
clothes before they left.

Maybe Yuki would be back when she realized she forgot
the key and money.

It didn’t take long before he finished dressing and
packing, all without any sign of his recent bedmate returning. Matt
took one last look around to make sure he hadn’t left anything
behind and looked back at the silk bag on the bed beside the hair
thing with bells on it that she’d worn. The latter item made him
smile as he remembered how it rang as she gave him a blowjob. It
was a good memory, and he wondered if he’d continue to get a
hard-on each time he heard it ring.

Deciding on the best way to get the items to her, he
stuffed the money he’d put on the table and added more from his
wallet, before putting it in her bag. Even though she hadn’t been
Sakura, Yuki had made him believe she was, making his geisha
fantasy even more amazing. It had been a spectacular night. Without
thinking, he put the decorated comb in as well and pulled it
closed.

Stuffing the bag in his jacket pocket, he left his
room and made his way to the lobby. Lucky for him, Hiedo manned the
concierge desk.

“
Konnichiwa
, Wilson-san. Your car to the
airport is here when you’re ready to leave.”

The man bowed low in greeting, like he had throughout
his visit, and yet Matt still wasn’t used to it. For some reason,
the polite and traditional move made him feel awkward. Instead of
returning the bow in kind, he reached out to shake the man’s
hand.

“Good, good, thank you. Before I leave, I need to
talk with you about the lady you arranged for me last night. She
forgot to take her purse and the money we discussed is inside. Can
you see that she gets it?”

“The woman you spent the evening with was supplied by
Nakamura Enterprises. They organized everything for you, including
payment.”

“Who at the company organized my companion?” He
wasn’t sure he wanted the answer, but he had to ask.

“Sakura Nakamura.”

“Shit!” Matt muttered and wanted to kick himself in
the ass. How stupid could he be? Fulfilling a fantasy wasn’t worth
all the problems that could now develop. And it wasn’t only
business he was thinking about, but Sakura as well. What he felt
for her was personal. He would never have chosen to spend his last
night with a prostitute if it meant he’d lose her respect.

“Is everything all right, sir?”

“No, everything is all screwed up and it’s my fault.
I have a flight to catch. Thank you, Hiedo, for all your help.
Arigato
.” He pulled his hand from his pants pocket and, as
he shook the other man’s hand again, he passed him a tip for all
his individual help over the past month. It wasn’t the concierge’s
fault everything was all messed up.

Cursing to himself, Matt knew he would never
understand the Japanese culture, although he was pretty sure
nothing good could be seen in his spending time with a prostitute.
In fact, despite all the good work they’d done together for the
past month, it was entirely possible that Nakamura Enterprises
wouldn’t want to purchase their beef. Unfortunately, he couldn’t
blame her if she turned against him, not all people were as
comfortable in their sexuality as he.

Without paying attention to his surroundings, he
finished checking out of the hotel, made his way out to the car,
and on to the airport. Feeling like an idiot, he kept going over
all that had happened and tried to figure out where he’d gone
wrong. Actually, that wasn’t true. He wanted to know if there was a
chance to turn it all around and make things right. Not only right
with the company, but with Sakura in particular. The more he
thought about it, the easier he accepted that it was the latter’s
opinion which mattered most, not the possible loss of business.

After he’d checked in for his flight and made it
through security, he found a payphone and tried to reach her at
work. It was Sunday, so Matt wouldn’t really expect to catch her at
work, but it was the only option available. He had to try and find
her someplace, just on the off chance she was there. When her
voicemail answered, he listened while preparing what he’d say. It
had to be the most difficult message he’d ever left, but it had to
be done.

“Hi, Sakura, it’s Matt. Ummm, I need to talk to you
about, well you know, but I guess it can wait until I get back to
America. Hope you’re all right. Take care. Bye.”

He hung up the phone and sighed heavily. How was he
going to explain what he’d done to her through a phone line? He
wanted to stay and find her, somehow explain why he’d spent time
with a prostitute, except he couldn’t. Not with a meeting between
him, a major transporting firm, and a representative from the U.S.
Department of Agriculture.

Later, while he was sitting in his seat, the plane
left the gate and started to make its way to the runway. Matt
thought about how he was going to tell his brother what had
happened. He had no idea what to expect, but he had to explain
everything to him. They were more than siblings, more than business
partners, they were best friends.