Naked Portraits Pt. 03

To be part of the conversation I said, "I like the New York Yankees."

That evoked a flat blank stare from Hawk. Even Kira had something close to a sneer on his handsome face.

I put my hands up and backed off.

After dinner, we retired to the bar and the guys got the bartender to put a Japanese baseball game on the TV. For two guys that didn't share the same language, they had no trouble understanding each other as they watched and talked about the game. Like me, Emiko had no interest in baseball. Apparently, female contempt for organized male sports held no national boarders.

Emiko and I left the guys at the bar and sat in a booth near by. I found out that she had been to the Louvre in Paris. After the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam, the Louvre was my life's Mecca. I begged for details.

"On our anniversary last year Kira took me on a special tour based on the Larry Brown novel 'The Da Vinci Code,'" Emiko said. "The tour visited all the places in Paris touched on in the book."

I burned with envy and hung on her every word and description. The wine flowed and the conversation found its way to Georgia O'Keefe, a favorite of Emiko's. Then logically we moved on to female genitalia, and that naturally led right to Hawk's big dick.

"Is Hawk's penis truly that big?" Emiko asked leaning in close.

I laughed. "Yes it is."

She laughed too. The wine was loosing us up.

"Back home Kira and I considered joining a club to..." I didn't get the last part and asked her to say it again. I didn't get it the second time either. She and I went back and forth and then I got it.

"Wife swapping?" I said in English then I searched my brain and found the closest Japanese equivalent.

"Yes! Wife swapping," she said as her cheeks went a bit pink. "We went to a gathering of couples that do such things but we both found everyone unsavory or a little bit crazy ... and ugly." She laughed. "A fat man like a sumo wrestler and his plump wife begged Kira and I to join them but we politely declined and then ran away from the party never to return." She laughed again and puffed her cheeks out and did a sumo pose on her side of the booth.

I laughed too.

Emiko continued.

"We tried again and met up with a couple that was more to our liking through the internet. We almost went through with it but at the last moment, Kira backed out. The woman was very attractive but he did not like her personality, she was so cruel. The husband was handsome but had no..." I missed the last part. She pondered then said, "I'll use American word I know, no balls."

I laughed she pronounced balls, bulls.

"The cruel wife did all the talking and she treated her husband badly always calling him names. I could not make love to a weak man like that. We were very embarrassed and Kira and I walked away. The woman called us cowards as we left." Emiko shivered her shoulders dramatically. "Very bad experience."

I shivered in sympathy.

"We tried one more time with the internet but it failed again so we just gave up." She went quiet for a few seconds then leaned in and said very softly, "Would you and Hawk like to 'wife swap?'"

She said wife swap in English. I should have seen where this was going, but because of the wine it took me by surprise.

"Have you talked to Kira?" I asked unsure what else to ask.

"No," she confessed, "but I know he likes you. I can tell because he tries to make you laugh." After a short pause she added, "You are very beautiful."

My face warmed at the blunt compliment. Unable to look her in the eye just yet, I looked over at Hawk and Kira. Something good must be happening with the Tokyo team because the guys clinked beer mugs then high fived. Kira was smiling. Smiling suited his handsome face. I looked back at Emiko whose face was very red. I saw that she wasn't approaching this lightly.

"Why do this thing?" I asked. "Kira looks to be a good lover?"

"He is, but we want some adventure," Emiko confessed. "We were married at eighteen, over twenty years now. We both crave new things but don't want to sneak around." She caught my eyes and said, "You and Hawk are very nice." She looked away from me and looked at her wine glass. She turned a deeper shade of red and said, "I like the idea of being with an American man." She took me by surprise by saying the next thing in accented English, "It turns me on."

I sat stunned and tried to get my wine muddled head into focus. Emiko took my silence as rejection.

"I have offended you," she said sounding deeply mortified. "I am being very rude." She bobbed her head in a tiny bow, and then made to get up. I put my hand on her arm making her sit back down.

"How do we tell the men?" I asked her. She looked panicked for it seemed that she hadn't expected this to fly. I waited, allowing her time to think.

"I will ask Kira," she said.

She swallowed the last of her wine and then reached over and finished the last couple of sips in my glass too, and then she got up and walked to the bar. Her ass was spectacular in her designer dress. I watched her put her hand on her husband's shoulder lean in and speak into his ear. Kira swirled in his bar stool, looked at me then back at his wife. They exchanged more words then he looked back at me again. I smiled and shrugged. Kira excused himself from the bar and came to the booth and sat across from me. Emiko stayed at the bar with Hawk.

"Are you sure?" Kira asked.

"Are you sure?" I returned.

"I think so? What about Hawk?"

"I'll go tell him." I got up and went to the bar feeling both excited and apprehensive. I sat in Kira's vacated stool and looked at Hawk. "Emiko and Kira want us to join them in their room."

"They want to finish the party up stairs? Sure." He drained his glass of beer then reached for his wallet to pay.

"They want to swap are you interested?"

He froze in the act of pulling bills from his wallet and then his eyes narrowed giving me an accusing look.

"It was Emiko's idea, honest," I said instantly.

Hawk looked at Emiko sitting on the other side of me at the bar. She smiled and gave him a goofy little wave. I got up and went to the booth, Emiko and Hawk followed. When everyone was seated again, I spoke in Japanese.

"We move slow because we all have had a few drinks. I suggest we split up, Emiko with Hawk and me with Kira. We'll give ourselves an hour to get acquainted. If anyone of us changes his or her mind we end it no questions asked. Understood?"

The Kokuras nodded in agreement.

I translated for Hawk.

Kira and I left the restaurant and followed a path that led us to the ocean. We took off our shoes and carried them as we walked side by side in the sand. We were hardly alone, it was a beautiful warm night and people were everywhere. We walked quietly for a little ways, waiting for the other to talk. This was crazy I thought. I've had too much to drink and should call this off.

"This is all fake you know," Kira said.

My brow wrinkled in confusion. Was he criticizing the swap thing or was my Japanese failing me again?

"Waikiki beach, all the way from diamond Head to Ala Moana Beach, is all man made."

"I didn't know that," I said relieved that he was just making conversation.

"This was all swamp and rocky shore, no sand, and no hotels. Ironically, this area was the most undesirable real-estate on the island for a long time. Then they hauled in the sand and drained the swamps, put up breakers to calm the shore. The hotels soon followed."

I didn't know any of this and was embarrassed that an outsider knew more about my home than I did. Moreover, finding out that my island's big tits were just an expensive boob job seemed so tacky.

We found ourselves standing on a path lined with torches. I looked at Kira in the orange glow of the fire.

"Was this originally your idea?" I asked him.

"No, Waikiki was made back in the twenties I think."

I laughed. "No, the wife swapping thing," I said.

"I know," he said with an embarrassed laugh. "This has been Emiko's idea from the start. She was a wild one when we were young. That fire still burns in her."

We turned our heads and looked at each other. Then next we knew, we were kissing. The kiss was soft and quiet. The smell of his cologne mingled with the smell of the sea. His hands rested on my back. With every passing second our inhibitions melted away and we pressed in closer. My physical world was reduced to the the feel of his warm mouth and nothing else seem to matter. If passing tourists took notice of us, we didn't know ... or care.

The kiss wound down, we separated, I looked into Kira's face.

"Let's go back and see how Emiko and Hawk are doing," I said.

He nodded and we walked back to the hotel side by side, inches apart, not daring to touch for we knew it would trigger another kiss. I couldn't speak for Kira, but I didn't want this to get any hotter only to find out Hawk or Emiko had called it off. As we waited for the elevator, we were the king and queen of restraint. But that lasted barely a second the moment the elevator door closed and we bashed into each other for another kiss and then pulled away instantly when the door chime sounded at Kira's floor.

Chapter 24 Kira and Emiko

We beat Emiko and Hawk back so were forced to wait. I sat in a chair near the balcony entrance; Kira sat on the edge of the big bed, both of us vibrating from the sexual tension in the room. I wanted to spring across the room, knock him flat on the bed and cover every inch of him with kisses. But I held myself in check, not allowing my crotch to do all the thinking ... for once. When did I become such a guy I wondered?

To distract myself, I thought of a painting of Kira in the orange firelight of tiki torches with an indigo-black background in the style of Caravaggio. For a few seconds I covered my face with my hands and moaned internally for actually considering going Baroque.

Betty did? So why can't I? I thought recalling her painting of me and Venus the redhead. And it occurred to for the first time to wonder ... what had become of that painting?

The door opened. Emiko and Hawk were back. I immediately noticed Emiko had on a different dress and jewelry. She walked over to Kira, kissed his cheek and dropped a shopping bag on the side table.

I looked at Hawk; he shrugged and said in a whisper, "We went shopping," but didn't elaborate beyond that.

"What happened?" I asked in a forceful whisper demanding more information. He shrugged again and I elbowed him in the ribs.

"Ouch! She took me shopping you crazy local girl," He said through clenched teeth as he rubbed his ribs.

"I thought that you liked the green one?" Kira asked admiring the new dress she wore.

Emiko turned and posed for him. The dress was short, black and sexy. It was also translucent and I could clearly see her underwear beneath.

"I changed my mind, I think that this one is sexier." Emiko said. She gave Hawk a small smile as she turned to posed again.

Emiko sat down with Kira on the bed, Hawk sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting in near the balcony door. The moment had arrived for us to officially decide if we were going to do this thing. No one spoke and everyone was looking at me.

With my heart pounding like a taiko drum, I got up and closed the shades. Then I walked to the middle of the room and pulled my white dress over my head exposing my white silk lace bra and boyshort panties, both items were white but not a match. At home, I couldn't find the panties that matched the bra or the other way around and these two were the closest I could come up with. The sound of my pounding heart was deafening inside my own head. After smoothing down my hair I turned to Emiko. She sat on the bed unmoving staring up at me.

Oh my God! Don't flake out now chick! I thought. It would be beyond humiliating to have to put my dress back on at this juncture.

Emiko slowly stood. Hawk settled into the chair I had vacated, his eyes flickered from Emiko then back to me. Kira sat in the middle of the bed with legs crossed, his eyes locked unblinkingly on my near naked form. I liked the raw hungry look on his face.

"Your dress is very sexy," I said to Emiko.

"It will be good to go clubbing in but too revealing for any thing else," she said with obvious nervousness in her voice. She forced a smile, and then bravely pulled the new dress over her head revealing sexy red-laced bra and panties. Of course her underwear matched. She had that body that was both slim and curvy at the same time. The two extra inches at her chest made her look busty compared to me. There was no way this chick was forty-two. Hawk's eyes greedily danced up and down Emiko as she stepped toward him. My chest constricted as jealousy took hold.

Maybe this swap thing wasn't such a good idea my logical brain interjected

Irritated at my automatic reaction to Hawk's lust for Emiko, and determined to ignore my logical half, I turned to Kira on the bed, knelt before him and pulled the tucked shirt from his khaki slacks. I glanced over to see that Emiko quickly had Hawk down to his underwear and it rocked me when he pulled her in for a kiss.

Had they kissed before coming back to the room? Why not? You kissed Kira, I reasoned.

My shock turned to panic and just as I was about to call the whole thing off, Kira's hands flowed over my lace covered breasts. I turned to him, he had removed his shirt and I automatically ran my fingers over his tan hairless chest. We knelt facing each other and we kissed. I ended the kiss abruptly, and with lustful frantic hast, I freed him of his trousers. His erection strained at the material of his black briefs. Back on our knees, we kissed again.

My hands roved over his smooth back and his hands stroked my neck. I absently remembered reading somewhere that men from Japan had a thing for necks. Hundreds of old Japanese prints of long necked maidens flashed in my head. Then for an odd brief second Van Gogh's Japanese Woman at the Café Terrace bobbed to the forefront.

I ended the kiss, slid off the bed and stood. With hands shaking from excitement, I unhooked my bra exposing my B-cups.

"Stand up," I told Kira. He swung his legs to the floor. "Not on the floor, on the bed," I said.

He complied and stood up on the firm hotel bed. I waved him closer then pulled his boxer briefs to his ankles. The height of the bed put his circumcised erection at about chin level. It jutted out at a near perfect ninety-degree angle, very different from Hawk's graceful banana like curve. Without the use of my hands, I took the head of his cock into my mouth. And then swallowed him down to the base, and then pulled back letting him bob free of my mouth. With my hands, I pushed the shaft against his stomach and took both of his balls into my mouth rolling them around with tongue and gentle suction. Then slowly, I pulled back allowing him to pop out of my mouth one ball at a time. Still holding his erection against his abdomen, I blew air on his wet balls for a couple of seconds, and then aggressively gripped the shaft and swallowed him to the base again.

"Aye, careful," Kira gasped. "Keep that up and I'll come like a teenager."

I freed his hardon from my mouth and smiled up at him. I held a hand out. Kira took it and stepped down from the bed.

Off to the side I heard Emiko say, "I want to see Gwen's beautiful drawing."

"I'm curious to see it too," Kira whispered.

Kira and I stood side by side and watched Emiko kneel before Hawk as if in prayer. Uninhibitedly, with steady hands I might add, she slid his briefs down spring his big erection free. Reverently, she gripped the shaft with both her hands. It impressed her that even with both hands, she couldn't fully grip all of him.

"Aye," she said softly.

"I had the same reaction the first time too," I said.

A highly charged thrill rippled through me as I watched Emiko take the tip of Hawk's penis into her mouth, but with the thrill, came a wave of ugly green jealousy again.

Get into this girl, I scolded myself.

Kira got my attention when he slipped behind me and slid my panties down to my upper thighs until gravity took charge and they dropped to my ankles. Both his hands roamed around front, the left caressed my breasts, the right softly traced the pattern of my pubic mound, all the while pressing his erection against my backside. Eventually his stiff penis nestled between my ass cheeks pointing up. Just when his fingers were about to discovered my clitoris, he turned me around to face him and kissed me. Both my hands explored his balls and erection as we kissed. I liked that we were the same height. I stopped with my hands on his erection, pressed against him and explored his back and tight ass.

My exploring sparked a frenzy of touching; his hands roaming everywhere with undisciplined desire. When he roughly gripped my ass cheeks. I responded by grinding my pelvis against his erection. My breasts screamed for attention too, so I stole his hands away from my ass, created a gap between us wide enough for him to feel my chest. He caressed both of my small mounds sending waves of pleasure in the direction of my crotch that screamed for its share of attention too, prompting me to push the his right hand down lower.

Shockingly, he roughly pushed me away from him. An expression of confusion clouded his handsome tanned face. "You have enchanted me. Are you are a sorceress?" he asked.

I couldn't tell if he were serious or joking. My eyes sought Sally's two Venuses resting on the dresser. Kira followed my gaze then unexpectedly dropped to his knees before me.

"Not a sorceress, a goddess," he corrected.

I smiled at his joke.

A line of warm wetness flow down my left thigh where it quickly cooled. Kira's leaned in and with the tip of his tongue trace the fresh line of moisture up my thigh to my opening and wet excited clitoris.

"Aye! be careful, you've made me into a teenager quick to come!" I said in hitching Japanese.

Kira made a sound; I think it was a laugh. When his stiffen tongue hit just the right spot, I lost all strength in my legs. In a semi controlled fall, I collapsed backwards onto the bed. Kira crawled in after me but stayed low and wove his arms under my thighs. One of his hands drifted up to my breasts, and the other hand splayed my vaginal lips wide exposing my engorged clitoris. He put his warm mouth to work, tongue and teeth seeking out all the right spots. I gasped and cooed; he certainly knew his way around down there.

A sudden bounce knocked Kira off rhythm for a second as Emiko and Hawk joined us on the big bed. I heard her complain."Why are you going down on me and not fucking me?" but she quickly changed her tune. "Oh my, you are very good at this," she gasped.

"What did she say?" Hawk's asked, his head popping up from between her legs.

"This is a fine time ... to ask for a translation ..." I said around gasps of my own. With a great deal of focus I manage to translate for him. "She asked why are you going down on her and not fucking her?"

"Why has he stopped with his mouth?" Emiko demanded to know.

"Now She's complaining because you stopped with your mouth." I quickly lost interest in Hawk and Emiko for Kira was about to drop me over the edge.

A primal force from deep in me pushed its way up looking for violet release. Just as I was about to scream from the madding pleasure, everything stopped. It was like someone had turned off a switch and I was no longer near the edge of orgasm. The flat of Kira's tongue pressed against my clitoris; both of his hands were on my breasts, his thumbs pressed in just below the nipples. I was still turned on, just no longer at the brink of orgasm. I lay blinking at the hotel's white ceiling, my body in a state of buzzing confusion wondering what the fuck had just happened. Lately, when my orgasm starts to roll in, it's like a Mack truck with no breaks on a downhill run.