As it was getting late, and they were to be at Tomiko's house for dinner, they got dressed and left the school. She drove much like the taxi driver that had taken Miyoko and Michael from the airport to the hotel. Suddenly Tomiko pulled up into a parking lot, turned off the ignition, and exited the car like she was in a Stock Car race, and had to make a pit stop, with only the statement,
"Wait here. I'll be right back."
She ran through the parking lot into a drug store. Three minutes later, she was back with a small package and they were off again.
"What was so important, Tomiko?"
"My Sensei, told me about a depilatory that is used primarily for removing pubic hair. When I shaved; it didn't seem as smooth as you might have wished."
They arrived at her house in forty-five minutes flat. When they walked into the dining room, Michael's Mother was seated at the dinner table, drinking a glass of wine.
"I'm sorry we are late Auntie, is my Father angry?"
"I wouldn't know. He isn't here and nether is your Uncle. Well I suppose there is no reason to wait dinner any longer." She said in a surly tone.
She signaled the maid and told her to beginning serving dinner. The maid served Michael first, due to the Japanese custom of him being the man. It was some type of fish soup.
"I hope you like it Michael-san." The young maid said smiling and flashing her eyelashes.
"He doesn't like fish of any kind. Take it away... immediately." Said Tomiko, with a snarl, letting the maid know that he was off limits to her.
"Yes maim. I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"Just do it." Tomiko said, scowling at her.
"Yes maim."
She then placed the soup in front of his Mother. The maid hurried back to the kitchen and returned with some soup for Tomiko, and a salad for Michael. They ate in silence, except for his Mother's continual grumbling. Michael was startled; as every so often he heard his Mother utter a swear word, cursing his Father for being so insensitive.
About half way through the salad, and a very nice; full-bodied, white wine; both Michael's Uncle and his Dad came in the front door laughing at something not privileged to the rest of the family.
"Thank you for calling and letting me know that you were going to be late, Dear." Michael's Mother said to his Father sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, I lost track of the time."
"Oh good dinner is ready." Said his Uncle. "Let's eat brother, I'm starved."
After that they ate in silence. At the close of dinner, Michael excused himself, wishing everyone a good night, and left the house via the garden door. When he arrived in the hilltop hide away, Tomiko came out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of black satin panties, a t-shirt that said, "PARTY GIRL", and some knee high stockings. She placed her arms around him and said,
"Michael, do you think that the maid that served us dinner is cute?"
"I didn't look at her," he said, a little white lie on his lips. "I don't recall; why?"
"I think that I will have to tell my Father to dismiss her."
"Why would you do that?"
"I think that she likes you Michael."
"Don't do that Tomiko. I have no feelings for her whatsoever. The poor girl is just trying to please everyone. You are not that mean, are you?"
"No ... but if she ever looks at you that way again ... well let us just say; it won't be pretty."
"Jealously in such a sweet little girl. Don't do that. You are the only girl in the world for me; honest."
"I won't say anything to my Father, but just for you ... Michael. Do you like my panties?"
She began rubbing herself against him like a kitten looking for affection. Reaching down, she rubbed her hand against his groin area. When his penis began to get hard she said,
"Mmm, You do like my panties."
She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. She had him stand by the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him. After pulling down his pants and underwear, Tomiko, began stroking his cock. She then pushed him back gently until he was seated on the side of the bed. She placed her mouth on his penis, sucking it hard.
Michael was almost ready to cum, when they heard somebody, knocking at the front door. Tomiko told him to answer it, and said not to let whoever it was into the bathroom. Michael pulled up his pants and slipped on his t-shirt, slowly walking to the door, expecting the worst. When he opened the door, he found his Mother crying.
"What's wrong Mom; why are you crying?"
"Your Father has me so upset."
She walked in and started for the bathroom.
"I need some tissues Michael."
"There are some on the end table next to the couch. Come over here and sit down."
She proceeded to tell him that his father had changed a lot since they came to Japan. She suspected that he might be having an affair, and wanted Michael to follow him. He explained that he would not be a spy for her, or for his Father for that matter. He was not the type of son to get involved in his parents marital disputes.
Michael suggested she confront his Father with her suspicions, and talk it out. The conversation went on for an hour, until his Mother left. When he tapped on the bathroom door, Tomiko peeked out.
"Is she gone?"
"Yes ... finally."
"Come on Michael, let's go to bed. My butt is sore from sitting on the hard toilet seat. Please massage it for me."
They got into bed. Tomiko lay there on her stomach and Michael rubbed her butt as requested. As his hand slid over the perfect mounds, a finger would on occasion slip down between her cheeks, touching her butt hole, and further down to her puffy vaginal lips. She moaned and lifted her hips to make more contact.
