Konnichiwa Cowboy

by Tilly Greene

  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.

  Chapter Five

  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.

  Looking out the window, the plane picked up speed as it rushed down the runway and away from Japan. Suddenly a wild thought that came out of nowhere took his breath away. He gripped the hand rests and sat up ramrod straight, only his seat belt held him in his chair. What if he’d done more than pretend, what if he had actually spent the night with Sakura?

  A wild thought, indeed. At times the woman he’d been with had reminded him of the one he wanted, but that was it. All of that could be blamed on his imagination and wishful thinking. There was, however, one thing that made him seriously think it could have been her. If Sakura had actually spent the night with him, then the geisha’s hurried departure and leaving the money behind made much more sense.

  No matter what part of the world it happened in, a prostitute wouldn’t leave behind money she’d earned doing her job.

  “Oh, shit,” he muttered under his breath and gripped the armrests as the plane lifted off. Collapsing back against the seat, whether from the force found in the cabin or from what he’d just realized, he knew it was going to be a very long flight indeed.

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  Hearing the bathroom door close, Sakura rolled out of the bed and hurriedly put her kimono back on. Pulling it together, she roughly wrapped the obi around her waist like a belt, then tied it. She grabbed her shoes and, as quietly as she could, left the room. With tears rolling down her face, she made her way down the hall to her room as fast as she could and tapped on the door, hoping her friend was awake.

  Before she could tap again, the door opened and she was unceremoniously pulled inside the room.

  “You’re crying! Are you all right? Are you hurt? What happened?”

  “I’m okay. Really, Molly, I’m better than okay. I couldn’t let him see me like this,” she motioned to her face. At some point during their night together, she’d gone to the bathroom. Sakura had looked in the mirror and seen how most of the makeup had been smudged into an ugly mess, making her more recognizable. Not knowing what else to do, and yet knowing she wanted at least one more time to feel his possession, she’d pushed around what was left, ensuring it covered as much of her face as she could and went back out to the bed. She was lucky that throughout the night, he hadn’t turned the lights on any brighter than they’d been.

  When she was alone and had time to think about all that happened, she knew she’d first think about the last time they’d made love. She’d finally been able to feel him inside her and it was exactly as he’d promised. It had been incredible. Unlike any other time she’d been taken that way or any other, sex with him had been a true pleasure. However, she thought it might have been that way because he possessed her ass while he’d continued to pay attention to her pussy. Having both places touched and stroked, loved, at the same time, gave her a hint of what it would be like to be taken by two men, and she’d liked it a lot.

  “What happened? The sun is coming up and I was worried about you.”

  “Don’t worry about the tears, Molly. It was a wonderful night, way beyond my dreams. It was so amazing. I couldn’t have imaged such pleasure, but best of all, he shouted out my name as he came. He called out for Sakura!”

  “So you don’t regret going to such extreme levels to get your man?”

  “No, no regrets other than I can’t think of him as mine. Molly, I can’t go back to how I used to live. After one night with him, I feel like I’m a complete woman. Somehow I have to figure out a way to make Matt see me as a potential lover.” Using a tissue to blow her nose, she knew crying wouldn’t solve anything. It was time to figure out a way to make her dream come true. “I know he enjoyed his time spent with Yuki and he even mentioned at one point being turned on by me. Sakura, that is. He actually talked about how he and his brother share everything, including women. Even if it is a woman they love. If I can figure out a way for him and his brother to see me and the geisha as one, I know we could make a life together.”

>   “Are you sure about this? Two men? At one time? That is a serious move to make.”

  “Oh, yes, I’m positive. All he talked about enjoying sexually wasn’t disgusting, far from it. He made me want to try and see how well we’d all fit together.”

  “What about your parents?”

  “I don’t know, Molly. I really don’t know what to do about them. I don’t want to hurt them, but I can’t continue to live the way they want me to. They are stifling me with love. Returning to their rules would feel like I’m being strangled, my heart slowly dying. Last night was amazing. He made me feel alive and wanted. That was living and I want to live.”

  “Then we’ll figure out a way to make it happen.”

  “You’re such a good friend.” Sakura gave her friend a hug for how easily she offered support. From the very beginning of their friendship they’d been more like sisters than friends. She knew how lucky she was to have such a positive person at her side. It made her believe dreams were possible. “You have to come with me and maybe you’ll find a man over in the U.S. as well.”

  “We’ll see. First, let’s get you cleaned up and rested. Later, we’ll sit down and make a plan for you to gain not one, but two men. Watch out, Wilson brothers, you’ve been warned. Sakura Nakamura will soon have you begging for her heart.”

  They laughed and cried together. She was sure catching two men wasn’t going to be as easy as Molly made it sound, although she wasn’t afraid of working hard for what she wanted. Sakura promised herself that she’d do whatever was necessary to ensure they knew she was open to being theirs. However, she wanted what they found with each other to be about more than sex and, for that to happen, there needed to also be love. She refused to settle for anything less.

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