Japanese Reality

They entered the small room together, nervous glances exchanged between them. She stood before him in her traditional Japanese kimono, her body hidden beneath the silk folds. He admired her beauty as he removed his shoes at the door. She watched him warily, not understanding his intentions.As he approached her, she could feel his gaze traveling up and down her body, taking in every curve. His fingers lightly brushed against the fabric covering her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She tried to step back but he was already there, forcing their bodies closer together.Afraid yet intrigued, she allowed him to help her out of the kimono. There they stood, naked for the first time, their bodies pressed against each other, his hardness against her softness. His warm breath ghosted across her cheek as he lowered his lips onto hers in a slow, passionate kiss.