Travelers

[Honey_B]

"A tourist is someone who thinks about going home the moment they arrive. Whereas a traveler might not come back at all." - The Sheltering Sky

~~ The adventures of a couple who are traveling around the world. To begin with, this thread will have four parts

India - I will be playing this native Californian. Twenty years old, with sun-streaked blonde hair, her eyes are of Pacific green. Her body is slim and strong from years of action on the waves. Back home she is just another Californian girl. In Japan, she is an exotic beauty.

Mark - India's boyfriend (played by afternooner)

Haru - A renouned Japanese artist (played by Swashbuckler)

Aiko - Haru's beautiful toy (played by soliloquy)

And so it begins...

IC ~~ I felt nervous after ringing the bell. Looking at Mark and his expression, I could tell that he was nervous too. On the train riding out to the city, we'd talked it over again and again. Mark kept falling back to the what made us agree to do this in the first place - "We do it at home all the time anyway. Why not get paid for it." Why not? Wouldn't that change something? Wouldn't we feel strange with somebody watching us? I couldn't worry about that. The reality of our situation couldn't be ignored. We were in Asia and broke. Both of us had been trying to find enough money to continue our trip around the world. We were getting a little desperate and Haru would pay us well.

I'd been to see him on my own already. Two weeks ago, I had answered an advertisment asking for foreign women. The job entailed nude modeling for a Japanese artist. I snapped up the job. It meant a hundred dollars just to bare my breasts and sit still. When Haru asked for more explicit shots, I got smart quick. I upped my price. I also made sure he never touched me. He asked my why one day and I told him about Mark. The next day he phoned me with his proposition.

Mark and I had taken a taxi from the train station. When the cab pulled up the driveway, Mark whistled. Haru lived well outside of Tokyo, in a lovely traditional house surrounded by huge gardens. The place was like a lush oasis. I rang the bell again and turned to Mark.

"Are you ready for our big adventure?"

 

[afternooner]

Mark

"We do it at home anyway , why not get paid for it"

I realized she was making sense yet some how I didn't feel exactly right about her plans. I trusted her and knew she was dedicated to me yet a thought ran through my mind that maybe this was more than she even she could handle.

In california it was different swimming at the nude beaches everyone was the same and even the courious onlookers who sometimes came around, they didn't bother me, but to have someone scrutinize her body, for arts sake, I understood all of that and even then had reservations. I thought about how free and easy we had been, making love in braod daylight not worrying about who was watching even getting off on the feeling, maybe some one was. Here in a strnge country I was just a little apprehensive. But we talked it out and agreed the money was needed and what easier way to get it.


" Are you ready for our new adventure?"

I swallowed hard.

"Lets do it

 

[Honey_B]

India

The wait seemed to take forever. When the door opened, I felt a little jolt of excitement. Yeah, I was a bit of a thrill seeker. I think that's why I had fallen for Mark. He always seemed willing to go along with whatever wild thing I suggested. This trip for example. Still, I always had a small fear in the back of my mind that one day, I might push him too far.

The door was opened by one of the most exquisite woman I had ever seen. I forced myself not to do a jaw drop. Who is this? She wasn't here the last time I was. I definately would have noticed.

"Hello, I'm India and this is my boyfriend Mark. We're here to see Haru."

I did the awkward thing Americans always do. Sticking out your hand for a handshake just as you realize that you're in Japan and should bow instead. My fingertips brushed the side of her breast as we both bowed. I would have gone crimson if it hadn't been for my tan.

"Looks like I haven't gotten the hang of your customs yet."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Haru

I had watched from the recesses of a darkened window as they aproached. The hint of nevousness hung about both of their necks like an albatross. As they aproached I devoured everythign about thier bodies with my eyes, her western tanned pale flesh was very intriguing. THough not nearly as interesting as her sunburst of softly wind spun gold that surrounded her face. I had always found that european hair so exquisite, it vibrant color was so unusual. And like so many things, that which I find unusul I also find erotic.

The bell rang, its freindly distant chime and i slipped away fromt he window. pulling on my royal blue kimono withthe silver dragons, I stretched and languished as the perfect silks fell about my flesh. I held my face with no trace of emotion as I slid the paper doors open and took my seat at the low table waiting for my guests.

 

[soliloquy]

Aiko

The door chimed and I rose to cross the room. I hesitated before the door, apprehension taking over me for a moment. Inhaling deeply, I opened the door to an exotic American couple. Her hair was the golden blonde that so many school girls in Japan were going for these days. Their tanned skin and emotion-filled faces had me staring just a moment too long.

I bowed, as is custom, and the young woman held out her hand. It grazed my breast slightly, and created a tingling sensations which threatened to cause my nipples to tighten. She spoke too quickly for me to understand her, and so I simply nodded with a demure smile and led her to where Haru was waiting for us.

As we entered the room with the small table, Haru smiled at me, allaying my fears. Haru isthe man I love as I have loved no other. My name, Aiko, means beloved, and he is the only person in my life who has ever made me feel so. I felt the hunger in his eyes as he gazed on the exotic beauty. Jealousy threatened, but I remembered his assuring words from the night before.

I had scarcely heard the propositon escape his lips than I was slipping out of his lap in protest. But Haru always knew how to calm me, to persuade me. And persuade me, he did.

 

[afternooner]

Mark

The aura of this place and it's occupants was everywhere unindating my body as well as Indias, as I felt her hand tremble in mine. It was if we were in a trance. I turned to India her face was one of wonder. My fears and apprehensions seemed to have disappated into the softness of the scene. I was speachless my usual California directness gone. I put my arm protectively around India not so much that I felt that she was in danger but to reasure her that where ever she went I would be there with her.
Aiko led us to the table where Haku sat. we awaited his instructions in silent accordance sensing a harmony and peace around and about us.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Haku

The room opened and my guests entered led by the dutiful Aiko. "Pleae sit," I said waving a robed arm to the other end of the table as the americans entered in a tone that was just freindly enough to not be commanding, but still held enough strength for them to know it was only half invitation. "Welcome to my home," I said as I looked intently into Mark's face, ignoring the beauty that was at his side. This western-modern relationship of apparent equality with their females always made me uncomfortable, I found it hypocytical and annoying. "Care for some tea, or perhaps sake?" I asked quietly. "Aiko, serve our guests some refreshment, my treasure," I instructed without a glance, but a honeyed sweet voice, keeping my eyes locked on the nervous man across the low table. Watchign his every reaction, judging his stomache for what he was goign to submit to for a few american dollars. Americans had one culture, and that was greed of gold; it made them fairly predictable even countign any of their repressed sexual desires.

 

[Honey_B]

India

I opened my mouth and then shut it just as quickly. Haru refused to acknowlege me. I didn't want to anger the man who could save our hides, but this was just too rude. Besides, I wasn't used to a man ignoring me. I waited for Mark to speak and when he didn't, I couldn't help but pipe up.

"We would both love to try some sake."

I addressed myself to the lovely Aiko. Maybe a little alcohol would loosen my boyfriend up.

Turning my eyes on Haru, I said, "I'm not sure what you had in mind, but we have both talked it over and we're game for just about anything."

 

[soliloquy]

I dutifully served the saki, pouring tea for myself. I took in the exotic couple carefully, not wanting to seem as though I was watching them. Sinking into my position next to Haru, I was able to look at the pair without seeming intrusive.

These Americans were funny. The woman seemed to exude confidence, and perhaps a superiority over the man. The man, on the other hand, seemed nervous, and looked to his girlfriend for support.

Ever so often, Haru would touch me, as if to reassure me, or remind me of his presence. There was no need. I was always painfully aware of his presence.

This would prove to be an interesting encounter, indeed.

The tea warmed my body, but it was the excitement that built a fire deep within.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Haru

I squoze Aiko's small hand tghtly and let the sake slide over my tongue before releasing her and responding to the woman's remark. Keeping my eyes upon my male guest, "So you both have talked this over have you, Mark, may I call you Mark?" I asked quietly, keeping my face from showing any trace of emotion. Studying his reaction by watchign his face, and aiting for the uncalled for shriek of his female, that I had no doubt would soon be interupting the still of the room.

How strange I still found it that Aerican's despite all their bluster, seemed driven not for thier woemn, but by them. I would not be surprised if in the future it was proven that the majority of those Americans that defeated the Empire of the Rising Sun were in fact not men, but American women with GI Joe haircuts. Some Japanese historian should investigate that possiblity. I think that the reason that this has not yet been revealed is for the embarrassment of Japan more than for the AMericans who dutifully wait to be hen pecked. I truth I can see the wisdom of holding back on this revelation until all the soldiers of Japan had past from natural causes to not rub salt into their ancient wounds of defeat.

 

[afternooner]

Mark

I could feel India tense as Haru spoke to me and not to her, she wsn't used to being ignored. I noded as he went throuhg the preliminary introductions and following his serious demeanor. assured him that we were ready to comply to his request. Taking a drink of the saki I cleared my throat.

" As an artist I'm sure you're aware of Indias natural beauty and ...I hesitated if you wish to paint us both... to portray the act of lovemaking we are prepared for that also. You'll find us quite well matched as far as appetite and endurance, and having studied tantra sex and some of the other eastern methods, I'm sure you wont be disappointed. I took another drink, my speech wasn't so much to impress him butto boost my own confidence. I felt India squeeze my hand in agreement and looking in her eyes I could see she was already desiring me.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Haru

Setting my sake asside as I listened to the confused American speak. I let him finish before I corrected him on my purposes, "Yes, I am an artist, and your woman is of inspiring beauty. However, it is not my intent, as yet to paint you. A great hobby of mine is cinematogrophy. You have been brought here to be filmed, but in portrail of lovemaking. Rather the actuallality of sex is what I shall film you, at my direction, and discretion. Perhaps later, when I have analyzed the celuloid revalations; then if you are both worthy at that time I may indeed decide to lay aside my cameras and take up my brushes."

"But for now, what you are being paid far above your talents for, is simply to be filmed while engaged in various sex acts," seeing the look of American disdain crossing his face slowly, I continued. "I assure you, sir, this is not one of your poorly contrived American adult films. This is for my private collection and study. I am not an American pornographer, had I been, I certainly would not have sought you both out," with a quick glance at his female, "perhaps, your woman, but not the two of you. As realism is very important to an artist, but of little marketable value to American pornographers."

 

[soliloquy]

Their words meant very little to me as I curled up next to Haru. To me, he represented security and strength. His hand, though mobile, never left my body, sometimes touching my hand, my thigh, or brushing the side of my breast. He knew how his touch affected me, and was always in favor of keeping me slightly aroused.

As the men spoke, I shyly looked over the beautiful girl before me. She sipped her drink, but the look in her eyes was not one of fear or nervousness. She looked as if the idea of what was to come was thrilling and exciting. I don't think I will ever quite understand these American women who wear their emotions so boldly.

I dipped my head as her gaze met mine.

My heart started to pound in anticipation. I grabbed Haru's hand and squeezed it lightly.