” I could tell that she was totally unimpressed, so I knew I had to act fast. I found out that her name was Hiromi and I asked her the usual shi... just to keep her talking. I must admit, as she talked to me, I wasn’t paying attention, I was checking her out the best I could. She was surprisingly tall for a Japanese girl. I would guess she was about 5’7″. She had straight black hair, pearl white skin, and lips to die for. She was wearing bright red lipstick which screamed. She can’t breath at all. She starts to kiss him back as he runs his hands down her thighs, back up over her chest, and on her neck. He puts his hand behind her head and pulls her closer to him, taking in all of her that he could. She kisses him back, running her hands over his stomach, and then to the tops of his pants. He lets go of the back of her head, stops kissing her and takes her hands in his. She smiles at him softly and asked why he stopped. All he could do was smile at her. He leads. He felt hot and breathless as she began a very low seductive moan. He pulled her up into a standing position with him and felt her press herself against him, grinding her pelvis hard against his erection. He began to kiss her, starting at her closed eyes, cheeks, nose and then her neck and shoulders. As he reached the small black strap on each shoulder that held her dress up he picked it up with his teeth. She shrugged her shoulders and the straps fell down taking the top of her dress with. Each night we would cuddle up together for comfort rather than sexual desire. Twice one of the maids came into bed with us, simply because she was upset by what she had seen that day and needed the warmth of a shared bed.We were travelling with three soldiers for our protection; not, this time, for guarding me. A cook and three servants, plus Avril, baby Johnson and myself, made up the band of lonely travellers. We carried enough for ourselves, but not enough for sharing with the few hungry.