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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
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	FOREIGN AFFAIR
          	        by Ann Douglas
                  Part 1

	"God this is boring."  Amanda McIntyre
thought to herself as she reached for another drink.
	For the hundredth time, she cursed Jim
Peterson for getting sick two days before the trade
delegation was to leave for Osaka.  Then she cursed
her boss, Bill O'Hare who had volunteered her to
take Jim's place.  Nine days in Japan and she hadn't
been included in any discussion of importance.  Every
day they would hold meeting after meeting  where
nothing was really accomplished.  Then at night, the
men on both sides would go out and survey Osaka's
night life.  And of course she wasn't included in this
male-bonding ritual. Never mind that it was during
this hedonistic forays that the real deals were made.
	She had considered telling Bill to go to hell,
but then  she'd be looking for a new job by now.
Ever since she had come out last year, Bill O'Hare
had made no secret that he didn't want that "dyke",
as he always referred to her in private, in his
department.  He never said or did anything in public
that Amanda could prove, but the signs were always
there.
	Looking at her watch, the 24 year old blonde
decided she'd done her bit for the company and
started to make for the door. The cocktail party was
already gearing down and she knew she wouldn't be
missed.  Besides,  the men were probably already
gearing up for their next pornographic excursion.
	As she neared the door, she ran into Pete
Wilson, the head of their delegation.  Her luck was
really running in the red today, Pete's view of her was
only slightly less antagonistic than Bill O'Hara's.
	"Leaving already?"  The tall gray bearded
man said.
	"I have a little headache, I was going to lay
down."  She lied.
	"I see,"  Wilson said in a disapproving tone.
"Well I'm not surprised. It's not like you've been
much of a team player on this trip.  When we go
home tomorrow without the trade agreement, I'm
sure your lack of cooperation will be noted."
	"Lack of cooperation...?"  She asked.
	"That's what I said."  He replied. "There's not
a man on our delegation that wouldn't put it all on
the line to get the Japs to sign.  Yet when Hitanuma
asked you out for drinks, you insulted him by
refusing.  He's not the type of man who forgives or
forgets."
	"Wait a second ,buster."  Amanda shot back.
"No way you're going to pin this one on me.  You've
never even looked at all the position papers I've
submitted.  If you did and followed some of their
advice, the people here at Hiraizumi Industries
 might've been more willing to deal.  If this
agreement falls through it's become of your hard nose
non-cooperative negotiation stand. Not because I
wouldn't roll over for Mr. Hitanuma. If you wanted a
corporate whore, you should've brought your
secretary."
	With that she turned and walked away.  She
could feel his eyes burning into her back.  Of course
Wilson and the others had already agreed to put the
blame on her.  They'd report that if only she'd have
been a little friendlier to the Japs, they'd have gotten
the agreement.
	"I've been set up."  Amanda noted.  "It had all
been a set up."  Jim Peterson had never been sick. It
had all been arraigned beforehand.  If the mission
went sore, it was all that dyke's fault.
	Her face flushed with anger as she reached
the elevator.  "Well fuck them all."  She said out loud
as she hit the call button.  "I'm better off leaving this
lousy job anyway."
	Amanda took the elevator to the rooftop
gardens instead of her room.  She needed the night
air to clear her head.  After about a half hour, she
began to regret her earlier outburst.  She should've
quit this job months ago, at least then it would've
been on her own terms.  Now as a fired employee,
one which was blamed for the failure of a important
trade deal, her future prospects would be  few.
	Lost in thought, she hadn't heard the soft
footsteps behind her.  When the new arrival finally
spoke, Amanda nearly jumped five feet.
	"Konbanwa, Amanda san." A soft fluid voice
said.
	Amanda whirled about to find herself facing a
rather attractive  Japanese woman.  She stood a few
inches shorted than Amanda's own five foot six. Her
short  black hair showed the slightest touches of gray
and Amanda guessed her age to be about mid-
forties.  Of course it was always hard to tell with
some oriental women. They looked pretty much the
same from thirty  to sixty.  She wore a bright green
cocktail dress which accented her small breasts.
	Searching her  temporarily hazy memory,
Amanda tried to place where she had seen the
woman before.  She had to have been some executive
or other's wife.  How else could she have known her
name.  Try as she could, the young woman just
couldn't place her.
	The older woman just smiled for a moment,
then made a hand motion leading to a large glass
door off to the left of the garden.
	"Yokoso oide kudasareta, Amanda san."  She
said as she made an inviting gesture with her hand.
	Now seeing that there was an apartment
beyond the glass doors, Amanda realized that she had
just been invited in.  The woman must be married to
one of the corporate big wheels to rate a home like
this.  Reaching the door, she stopped and gasped in
amazement at the decor.  It was totally western.  It
could've been a Penthouse on Park Avenue.
	"Dozo."  The woman said as she again
motioned for Amanda to enter.
	Once inside, Amanda took a moment to take
in her surroundings.  Most apartments in Japan were
tiny affairs yet just this living room could house an
entire family.  A large screen TV occupied the far
wall, surrounded by a state of the art stereo system.
On the nearby piano was a photograph of a younger
version of the woman standing next to a much older
Japanese man.  She didn't recognize the man, he
hadn't taken part in any of the trade talks.
	The woman said something else that Amanda
didn't quite catch.  She felt a little foolish not being
able to understand.  Yet it wasn't her fault that she
didn't speak Japanese.  Searching her memory for
what she hoped were the right words, Amanda said
the only Japanese phrase she had been able to
memorize.
	"Gomen nasai nihon goa hanase masen"  She
said, hoping that she'd just said she didn't speak
Japanese and not some other ridicules remark.
	The woman just smiled again and pointed to
herself.
	"Mariko."  She said simply.
	Amanda breathed a sign of relief.  At least she
hadn't insulted her.
	"Amanda."  She replied. "Then I guess you
already knew that."
	Mariko moved over to a small wet bar and
asked with her hands if Amanda wanted a drink.
	"Why not," Amanda said as she indicated
acceptance with a motion of her hand.
	Silence reigned for a few minutes as both
women tasted their drinks.  Amanda kept asking
herself, what did she do now.  There was only so
much she and Mariko could do with hand gestures.
	"This is good."  She noted out loud as she
sipped more of her drink.
	"Hai!"  Her host agreed.
	"Well, thank you for the drink, but I guess I
really should be going."  Amanda finally said as she
placed the glass on a small table.
	Mariko seemed agitated as the American
woman started to turn in the direction of the door.
She reached out and took hold of Amanda's hand.
The smaller woman's  grip was quite strong and
surprisingly warm.  Amanda looked into her dark
eyes and smiled.
	 "If only we spoke the same language,"
Amanda mused as she enjoyed the touch of Mariko's
hand in hers.  "Then I'd be able to tell you what an
attractive woman you are.  Back home I might  even
try to entice you back into my bed."
	She paused a moment then went on, knowing
that the Japanese woman didn't understand a word
she was saying.
	"I don't even know if they have such a thing
as lesbians in Japan."   She concluded.
	Mariko's eyes suddenly lit up at the word
lesbian.  Her grip grew stronger and she seemed to
pull Amanda closer.
	"Les-bins."  She repeated, again looking deep
into Amanda's blue eyes.
	A confused look covered Amanda's face.
Was Mariko asking if she was a lesbian?  Had some
member of the delegation made a remark identifying
her as one?  Or was Mariko trying to say that she too
was a lesbian?
	The tall blonde didn't have a lot of time to
ponder the questions as Mariko took her hand and
pressed it firmly against her small breasts.  As the
naked palm pressed against the exposed flesh at the
top of her dress, the Japanese woman let out a soft
sigh.
	If she wasn't a lesbian, Amanda said to
herself, she was at least curious enough about girl sex
to have brought her here.  However she had heard
about Amanda, she must have decided to take
advantage of her sudden appearance on the roof.  If
only to satisfy her curiosity.
	To respond was very  tempting.  Amanda had
always been very careful to keep her business and
personal lives very separate.  Back home, a husband
might head straight for the divorce court if he found
his wife with another woman.  Over here there was
no telling what could happen. From what she'd seen
of Japanese husbands, they  were so conservative
that they made Jesse Helms look like a bleeding heart
liberal.
	Then again, there wasn't much more she
could do to screw up her career.  Mariko was very
beautiful, and it had been so very long since she'd
broken up with her last girlfriend.  Maybe it was time
to throw caution to the wind.
	Mariko then took the decision out of
Amanda's hands.  Pulling the American closer, she
leaned forward and kissed her.  So fluid had been her
motion, Amanda was surprised by the sudden touch
of her lips.  She opened her mouth to respond and
felt a soft touch as Mariko's tongue entered her
mouth.
	"It seems like you've done this before."
Amanda said as their tongues caressed each other.
	Finally the kiss ended and the two women
separated,  each stepping back about a foot.  Mariko
reached out and placed her outstretched hand on
Amanda's large breast.  Running it across the
blonde's blue dress, she stopped when she reached
the large nipple. Her smile grew with wider as she
found it already hard.
	"I guess they're a little larger than You're use
to."  Amanda grinned.
	Cupping both of Amanda's breasts, Mariko
stepped closer and kissed the exposed flesh of each
one. Then she lifted her head higher and kissed
Amanda's lips again.
	This time, Amanda was ready and returned
the kiss with all of the passion she could.  She pulled
the older woman against her, so that their breasts
pressed against each other.  As her tongue again
explored the inner reaches of Mariko's mouth,
Amanda slid her hand down the Japanese woman's
back and then pulled up her dress.  Then continuing
downward, her hand slipped beneath the elastic of
Mariko's panties and finally came to a rest on her
smooth buttocks.  Amanda squeezed the soft flesh
and was rewarded by a small sign from Mariko.
	They stood there a few minutes, holding each
other tightly.  Then Mariko motioned for Amanda to
follow her into another room.  Taking hold of
Mariko's offered hand, Amanda willingly followed.
	Entering one of the side room, Amanda found
herself confronted by a bathroom of immense
proportions. In the center of the room was a large
tub, big enough to  easily fit four people.  Next to the
wall length vanity stool a large glass enclosed
shower, with water nozzles on all three of the interior
walls.  All in all, the bath was larger than Amanda's
bedroom back home.
	Letting go of Amanda's hand, the older
woman began to disrobe.  Her bright green dress
soon draped a small stool against the wall, and her
panties quickly followed.
	Amanda couldn't help but be impressed.
Whatever her age, Mariko was in excellent shape.
Her breasts, though small, were round and firm,
capped by small brown nipples.  Her skin was smooth
and hairless, even the area around her womanhood
was nearly bare.
	Suddenly feeling a little awkward, Amanda
quickly followed Mariko's example and dropped her
clothes onto another chair.  She knew Mariko's eyes
were riveted on her as she reached behind and undid
the latch of her bra.  One hand held her 38d bra
against her breasts as the straps came undone. Then
with an erotic slowness, she let the heavy material
also fall to the floor.  The sudden freedom from
constraint caused Amanda's breasts to bounce, much
to Mariko's vocal delight.
	Next came the thin white panties, revealing a
hairy blonde bush.  Amanda always preferred to let
her hair grow wild in that region, as a mark of
independence.  From the reaction in Mariko's eyes,
she could tell that the Japanese woman also
approved.
	  Standing naked on the smooth tile floor,
Amanda rubbed her large breasts, bringing circulation
back to them as well as causing the nipples to harden
even more.  She had always been proud of her
breasts and spent at least an hour a day working out.
	Mariko moved to Amanda and ran her hands
all over the taller woman's body.  The immense smile
on her face made words unnecessary.  She stoked
each breast with girlish joy.  Then moved down to
the curly mound of blonde hair.  She was fascinated
by it's size.  She looked down at her own sparse
mound and looked  a little disappointed.
	"No, its beautiful."  Amanda said with a smile
as she reached down and stroked the Oriental
woman's pearl."
	Mariko's smile returned and she took
Amanda's hand and led her to the large shower on the
far side of the room.  Once inside, Mariko closed the
glass doors and hit a bright green button on a wall
panel.  In response, all three shower heads came
alive, sending a warm drizzle all over the two
women. From a small shelf in the corner, Mariko
produced a bar of soap and began to massage
Amanda's back with it.
	Normally, Amanda preferred to be the
aggressor in a situation, but this time she felt
different.  Mariko's small hands felt so good as they
moved up and down her back that she was content to
just follow where ever the dark haired woman led.
Finishing with Amanda's back, Mariko reached
around and began to cover her breasts with soap.
Her laughter filled the small chamber as she played
with the large globes.  Then she slid her hands down
to the hairy bush and covered that as well with a
soapy lather.  She slid her soapy finger inside
Amanda,  quickly following it with a second.  Then
she began to slowly pump the fingers in and out.
	Amanda turned around to give Mariko better
access to her charms.  Now face to face, Mariko
wasted no time in bringing her mouth to Amanda's
melon sized tits.  Her tongue outlined the large
nipples as her fingers reentered Amanda.  Then she
began to suck in earnest, bringing a small squeal  of
exuberance from Amanda.  As her fingers glided
faster and faster in and out of the American woman,
Mariko tried to take more and more of Amanda's
breast into her mouth.  The water from the overhead
showers continued to cover their bodies, washing
away the growing scent of girlsex.
	Amanda braced herself against two poles
build into the shower wall, wondering if they had
been installed there for exactly this purpose.  The
lithe Japanese woman continued to slide her fingers
in and out of Amanda's now dripping cunt.  With
each thrust of her hand, a new wave of delight swept
through Amanda's body.  Finally, having had her fill
of suckling at the American's large breasts, Mariko
moved her attention to between her legs, replacing
her cum covered fingers with her soft probing
tongue.
	The soft touch of the woman's tongue proved
electric as Amanda spread her legs wider to give her
greater access.  If it weren't for the handgrips on the
wall she'd fall flat on her ass.  Like a surgical
instrument, Mariko's tongue covered every inch of
Amanda's inner walls.  The waves of delight now
crested at more than twice the previous level as
spasms racked Amanda's body.
	"God, this woman is fantastic!"  Amanda
thought to herself.  "No way this is her first time."
She continued, remembering former lovers who had a
lifetime of lesbian sex behind them, yet still had
nothing near Mariko skill with her tongue.
	Continuing her onslaught on Amanda's sex,
Mariko slid a soapy finger into the blonde's anus.
Lubricated by the soap and water, it slid in easily and
it wasn't long before she was finger-fucking
Amanda's ass as furiously as she had her pussy.
	"Eat me!"  Amanda yelled as yet another
spasm roared  through her.  "Suck my pussy!"
	She didn't know if the Japanese woman
comprehended a word she said, but the intent was
certainly  understood.  Mariko doubled her efforts
and it wasn't long before Amanda felt herself on the
threshold of an incredible orgasm.
	Letting go of her handholds, she grabbed the
back of the Japanese woman's head and pulled her
deeper within her.  Just in time to receive an eruption
of cum.  Mariko scooped it up with her tongue as
fast as she could, but so intense was Amanda's climax
that she couldn't keep up.
	Amanda meanwhile was totally lost in estacy,
grinding her cunt into the Japanese woman's face.
She didn't care if she suffocated, as long as she
continued to delight her with that magic tongue for
just a few more seconds.	
	Finally, she began to regain control of her
shaking body and she eased off a little.  Panting, she
leaned against the tile wall.  Mariko slowing removed
herself from between Amanda's legs. She also
removed her fingers from both Amanda's ass and her
own pussy, which she had been masturbating as well.
	Rising to her feet, she kissed Amanda hard.
The American loved tasting her own cum on another
woman's tongue and sucked it deep within her.  It
had been one of the most dynamic climaxes of her
life.  She couldn't wait to return the favor.	
	Surprisingly, Mariko hit another button on
the panel and the torrid of water abruptly stopped.
She slid the glass doors open and led Amanda out of
the shower.  Handing Amanda a towel. she quickly
dried herself off.  Then she motioned the blonde to
follow her into yet another room.
	The third room turned out to be a bedroom,
as large and expensively furnished as the other
rooms. In the center was a large oval bed, covered
with red satin sheets.  Mariko quickly moved to the
center of the bed and invited Amanda to join her.
	Sliding up to her, Amanda immediately began
to kiss her small breasts, taking the tiny brown nipple
into her mouth.  As she worked on one breast, her
nimble hand worked  the other.  Then she would
switch.  Mariko clearly enjoyed the attention,
moaning softly with closed eyes.  Amanda moved
down the soft golden body, kissing her way to the
small black triangle that covered Mariko's still wet
cunt.  Parting the lips with her fingers, she kissed the
small bump of her clitoris.  Then she began to lick the
dried cum off it, mixing it with her own saliva.  She
felt a little silly thinking that an Asian  woman
might've tasted different. Of course it would be
different, not because she was Asian but  because
everyone's body chemistry  was different.
	Long minutes passed as Amanda worked her
own magic on Mariko's garden.  The older woman
mimicked Amanda's earlier actions as she held her by
the back of the head and matched the white woman's
rhythm with each thrust of her pelvis.  Every lurch
forward was met by Amanda's ready tongue.
	Sweat covered Mariko's body as she began to
rock with a series of mini-orgasms.  Amanda was
determined to give as good as she had received.
	Mariko was shouting something in rapid fire
Japanese.  So rapid was her speech, burst of words
between gasps, that Amanda would've been hard
pressed to understand her if she knew the language.
	Finally, with hand motions, she made Amanda
understand that she wanted something in the night
table.  Rolling off her, Amanda slid open the draw
and reached inside.  Grasping a long slim object, the
American lifted it into the light.	
	Crafted of a pure white ivory, it couldn't
simply be called a dildo. Ten inches long and two
inches thick, it was a work of art, painstakingly
crafted by an artist's hand.  Every line, every vein had
been recreated.  Amanda had seen a similar object
d'art in a museum.  If this was genuine, and there was
no reason to believe it wasn't, it had to be at least
three hundred years old
	"Is this what you wanted?"  She asked as she
moved back to Mariko.
	"Hai!"  The Japanese woman replied as her
eyes opened wide. "Harigata!"
	"All right, what ever makes you happy."
Amanda answered as she gently ran the antique cock
over Mariko's womanhood.
	It had been a long time since Amanda had
used a dildo on another woman.  She didn't use one
herself and few of her lovers did either.  They were
usually the province of bisexual woman who still
enjoyed being penetrated.
	Smearing the head of the artifact with
Mariko's lubricating cum, Amanda positioned it's
head at the entrance of Mariko's tunnel of love. With
a slight motion, she lid the head of the harigata
inward, until it disappeared between the pink lips.
Then she slid it back an inch, before moving it
forward two inches.  She repeated the gesture a
dozen more times, until she was sure the Japanese
woman was good and lubricated.
	Mariko had been calling out words of
encouragement, again in rapid fire Japanese.
Amanda knew she was going too slow, but was
afraid that she would hurt the smaller woman.  Then
in a quick movement  Mariko grabbed the base of the
harigata and pulled it within her.
	The cry of joy and look of rapture on her face
told Amanda that she was dealing with one
determined lady. So be it.  She grabbed hold of the
ivory phallic and began to frantically slide it in and
out of her host.  Amanda never understood other
women's obsession with being fucked.  She herself
had only one experience to compare it against almost
seven years before.  Watching the volley of emotions
running across Mariko's face as she greeted each new
thrust, Amanda wondered if perhaps she was missing
something.
	It wasn't long before Mariko's body grew
suddenly tense and her face grew filled with a
determination to hold off orgasm as long as she
could.  Amanda increased her powerful thrusts,
having added her tongue to the effort a short time
before. Mariko suddenly let out a loud yell as she
gripped the headpost above her and exploded in a
burst of passion.  Amanda continued her efforts,
trying to make it last as long as she could.  It seemed
like an eternity, then the room became deadly silent.
	Slowly, carefully, Amanda withdrew the
harigata. It was covered she noted with a glossy film,
the result of her efforts.  Unable to resist the
temptation, she lifted it to her mouth like an ice
cream pop and began to lick it clean.
	Mariko laid there quietly, her body exhausted.
Amanda lifted herself higher into the bed and
snuggled up against her.  The two women embraced
and Amanda smiled.  It wouldn't hurt just to lay there
for a little  while, she thought.
	
	
	The next thing Amanda knew, the room was
filled with sunlight from the overhead skylight.  It
was morning.  She looked to the other side of the
bed, only to find it empty.
	"What time is it?"  Amanda asked herself as
she jumped up and looked for a clock. "How could I
have spent the night?  At least on the bright side, her
husband never came home."
	Surprised to find her clothes laid out neatly at
the base of the bed, Amanda began to quickly dress.
A chime from across the room drew her attention
from to a small clock on a dresser.
	"Nine O'clock!"  She exclaimed.  "The final
meeting is scheduled for ten.  I have to get out of
here."
	Just then, Mariko entered the room, carrying
a tray with tea and a collection of small breakfast
pastries.  She was wearing a dark blue robe that was
loose enough to give a splendid view of her small
breasts.
	"Anata wa yoko nemutla ka?"  She asked as
she placed the tray on a small table.
	"I'm sorry, but I have to run."  Amanda
replied as she pulled on her shoes.  "I hope you
understand enough to know how incredibly special
last night was.  I'd stay if I could, but I have to try
and save what little is left of my career."
	With that she jumped up and started to head
for the door.  She paused just long enough to kiss
Mariko good-bye.
	"I really do want to thank you again."  She
said before reluctantly turning to leave.
	"Do itashimashite." The Japanese woman said
just before Amanda disappeared out the door.


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