By the usual standards of business in Japan, it had been a successful day; reading between the lines of the immaculate and codified politeness between our side and theirs, it seemed that we would get the sale I had travelled from the UK to close. All that remained was a team dinner - and then, in the morning, back to Haneda airport for the flight home. At the meal we were to be joined by Sakura, a manager from one of the other sections based locally. I hadn’t met her before and wasn’t really looking forward to another evening of shop-talk, so I had resolved to keep the evening brief and retire to the hotel to pack. Sakura had the high cheekbones and soft, unblemished skin common to many Japanese women, which gave her a youthful air - but the crow’s feet wrinkles that appeared at the corners of her eyes when she laughed, together with bracket-like dimples at either end of her perfectly-lipsticked mouth, gave her an expressive face rich in character and experience. She was perhaps in her early fifties, but she could have passed for fifteen or twenty years less. Her hair was cut into a short, glossy bob, which she would habitually tuck behind one ear while talking. I found her utterly absorbing; worldly, funny and clever but with a sense of her own fallibility. On the walk to the taxi rank, still deep in conversation with her, I jokingly lamented that I’d been in Japan several days and not had Sake. ‘I have Sake’ she said, brightly. ‘My flat is not far’. We sat on her low sofa and drank her sake and had a somewhat amorphous conversation which staggered between politics, customs, history and even TV chefs. During one of the warm, blurry lulls in conversation she leaned forward and rested her forehead against mine, eyes closed. ‘Let’s get comfortable’ she whispered. She left the room, and I heard the opening and closing of drawers and the sounds of a bed being made. Two minutes later she reappeared in the doorway to my side, wearing a white satin gown. As soon as I turned and set my eyes on her, she shrugged it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor to reveal her naked body. She was lithe but shapely, with soft undulations like flowing water. Her breasts were small but beautiful, with perfectly circular brown areolae. Her lower stomach area bore a faint crepe-paper texture of soft wrinkles, and her pubic hair was shaved to stubble. I think she could not have been more beautiful. I shed my clothes quickly but in as dignified a way as I could muster and walked towards her, my penis unfurling and swelling with each step I took. When we stood face-to-face I noticed I must have been the best part of a foot taller than her. She led me into the bedroom and motioned towards two scarves of fine decorative material tied to the bed end, before leaning in to whisper in my ear: ‘My body is yours’. She sat up on the bed with her back to the frame and I tied each wrist so that her arms stretched to either side. I knelt on the bed beside her. I traced my finger around her face and she rested her cheek on my open hand, eyes closed and mouth smiling. I gently stroked her glossy bob cut with a flat palm, then used my splayed fingers to comb through it before gently and playfully gathering my hand into a fist to grab hold of a handful of hair. Her eyes flicked open and she gave a little sudden intake of breath when she realised my intention. Holding her head still, I swung one leg over so that I was straddling her and placed the tip of my cock against her richly coloured, pursed lips. I felt the most delicate tickling sensation as her mouth opened slightly and her soft tongue began to flicker and lap around the swollen bulb. I pressed my dick forward and slid it into her mouth, her jaw stretching to accommodate its girth. I began, ever so slowly, to slide it in and out. I remember seeing her lipstick leave faint smears on the shaft every time I slid out, her lips drawn tightly around it. As the sensations grew, I grabbed another handful of hair with my left hand so that I had her head clasped tightly. I drove my cock deeper into her throat and held it still, rocking her head back and forth with increasing speed. Her nostrils flared as she tried to catch her breath, and my cock was slick with her saliva as I reamed her delicate mouth. She was humming with pleasure, the sounds altering with the depth of my cock. Suddenly her eyes screwed up tightly and momentarily I felt her entire body become rigid with tensed muscles. She coughed around my dick and I realised I’d pushed a little too far down her throat. After moving to round the foot of the bed, I grabbed both of her ankles and pulled her towards me, so that she was lying flat. She scissored her legs apart and drew them up as I eased myself face-first into her crotch, which was slippery with anticipation. I used my right hand to part her labia and gently licked upwards from her vagina a few times with my tongue flat and wide, before tensing it and probing stiffly and hungrily around her clit. She began to buck her hips; and slipping a finger in and out of her at the same time brought her legs around the back of my head, with calves crossed over and gripping tightly. The bedsheet underneath her was soaked when I lifted myself up and took firm hold of her wrists, driving my stiff bare cock into her. I fucked her hard, and her moaning took on a new, more urgent character. As I felt the familiar tide rising in my balls I pulled out and straddled her abdomen so I had a good view of her small but deliciously feminine breasts. Slowly, luxuriantly, I stroked my cock, while we looked each other directly in the eye. It wasn’t long before she had to close her eyes again as great stringy gobs of cum were spurting clear over her chest and spattering down on her face. She began to make a goldfish-motion with her mouth, parting her lips and pressing them together again. Fine threads of sticky cum stretched between them, until the sheer amount of semen caused bubbles to appear at her nose and mouth. Once the fountain had subsided, I told her not to open her eyes, untying the scarves and using them to dab the pools of cum away from her eyelids. We did not utter another word but fell into a timeless embrace of perfect understanding, feeling each other’s breathing, until we were both asleep. At daybreak I dressed and went down to the street to get a cab to my hotel, and then on to the airport. I think she saw me go, but she didn’t stir. There was nothing left to discuss.