Not fully, but enough for him to feel the soft, tiny woman in bed with him. His cock hardened. He slid a hand from her hip to stomach and then further down until he cupped her pussy. Enjoying how good her bare mound felt in his hand, he pulled her a little closer and smiled as he heard a little groan fill the quiet room. Opening one eye, he lifted his head and looked at the clock sitting on the bedside table. It was five in the morning and he was in a hotel room. Laying his head back down, he dipped a finger into her heated slit and slowly circled the tip around in the opening. The details of what happened the night before were slow in coming back to him, and that was fine. At that time, he was happy letting his lust take precedence. Slowly, he started to wake up and remembered he was in Japan, fulfilling a long held fantasy about taking a geisha. Ever since grade school he’d been interested in the ladies who wore robes and exotic makeup. In his young mind, there’d been so much mystery and seduction attached to the women.
