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Foreign Sex exchange (HaruxFinn)

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Finnaholic

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Takahashi Kiyomi had just gotten off the plane, having just arrived from Japan. Clad in a tshirt and jeans, she blended in with the rest of the travelers inside the airport. Moving to get her luggage, she looked around for any sign of her host family, not knowing what they were like.

Kiyoshi had shoulder length black hair, that she usually wore in a ponytail. At 5'4, she was of an average height for a young Japanese female. Once she got her suitcases from baggage claim, she looked around again, wondering if the family she would be staying with were even there.
 
Matt never had thought he'd be married, but here he was, standing at the spot where he told Kiyomi to meet him. It was just him and his wife hosting this young lady from afar. Perhaps it was wrong, but he couldn't shove away the thoughts of all the things he'd do with this foreigner while the wife went away for her day job. His job was at home, so for a while, the two would be alone.

He just hoped Kiyomi would spot his 5'8" form, clad in jeans and a shirt, standing next to his wife and waving his hands in the air, the wife holding up a sign to point out where they were.
 
Kiyomi had seen the man standing with his wife, his hands waving maniacally. For a second, she thought he was waiting for someone else, but then she saw the sign in his hand. She couldn't read what was written on it, but since no one else had approached him, she realized that he and his wife were to be her host family. Picking up her bags, she walked over to the pair, bowing at the waist. "Konnichi-wa"

((lol that's like the only japanese word I know...))
 
((It's alright. I don't know much more beyond that either. ))

Matt stopped flailing his arms when Kiyomi finally made her way over to them and bowed. Without a word, he helped by taking her luggage from her, then turned to his wife. They head out of the airport and back to their car, tossed the luggage in the trunk, got in, and the wife wound up driving home.

Once they arrived, Matt went ahead and helped Kiyomi get her things into the house and up to her room, where she'd be staying for a while. All that time, while the wife wasn't watching, Matt found himself stealing glances at Kiyomi.
 
Kiyomi followed the man up to her room when they arrived at the house. Lifting a suitcase onto the bed, she started to unpack her clothes, placing her kimonos neatly in the dresser that had been provided for her. The rest of her clothes were hung up and placed in the closet, all the while unaware that her host was staring at her.

Once she had everything unpacked, she sat down on the bed to read one of the manga's that she had brought with her from home. She'd planned on reading it on the plane, but had fallen asleep instead.
 
Matt smiled as he watched Kiyomi unpack her things. He sure wished he could see her in those various kimono and other things she had hung in the closet. "Hmm interesting thigns you have there. I wonder if I could see anything on you?"

It was then his wife called him away, leaving Kiyomi alone for a few moments. Soon she'd hear the door open and shut, the car start up and drive off. It seemed the misses of the house needed to run to work, since it was early in the morning. He didn't need to go to a place for work....instead working out of the house.
 
The clothes she'd put in her closet were just clothes that any regular teenage girl would wear. Looking over at him, she just blinked, having no clue what he had just said. Hearing the wife call for him, or that's what she'd assumed since he left the room right after hearing her, she went back to reading her manga.

Looking up again, she heard the car doors, followed by the vehicle driving away. After reading a couple more pages, she closed the book, and headed downstairs to try and find something to eat.
 
He was still downstairs when Kiyomi came walking by. Again he looked towards her, a little disappointed she didn't change, but he hoped maybe she would for him alone. "If you're hungry, I'm not sure what you would like to eat." he said, before getting up from his chair in the living room and walking around to the kitchen to meet up with Kiyomi.
 
She looked at him when she heard him speak, but turned back around, looking through the closets, trying to find something that looked appetizing. She was used to traditional Japanese cuisine, so most of the stuff she saw didn't interest her at all. Turning back to Matt, she pointed at the stove, then at one of the cupboards, hoping he knew that she wanted him to cook her something.
 
Matt blinked and shrugged. He had no idea what to make, not being versed in Japanese food. That and he feared he didn't have the right things to make a meal from that country. The best he could do was ramen.....the instant kind. Rummaging through the cupboards, he found some in a cup which he filled with water, heated in the microwave, then handed to her. "Careful....not sure how warm it is." he said

After handing it to her, he again finds himself looking Kiyomi over. Some how he wanted to get close to her, but how, he didn't know. Maybe she'd give him some hint.
 
Kiyomi reached for the cup, her hand brushing his as she took it from him. Setting it down on the counter, she looked around for some chopsticks. All she could find was western eating utensils, which she had never learned to use. Taking the cup, she moved to sit at the table, using her fingers to eat the noodles instead.
 
Matt shook his head a little, holding back the urge to chuckle. "I figured...maybe you'd need these." he said, handing her a napkin to wipe her hands with, and a pair of chopsticks he had found from the last time he and the wife ate at one of those Asian buffet-type restaurants.

He went to wipe her fingers, his fingers brushing at her hand a bit to get an idea what her skin feels like. "Do you dress other ways? I want to see."
 
She looked at him, confused as to what he was saying, and even more confused when he started to clean her hands off. She could have done it herself, but she figured it was an American custom to clean each other's hands after meals. Once he was done wiping her fingers, she reached for the chopsticks so she could finish the noodles he'd prepared for her.

Once she finished eating, she went back upstairs to her room, laying on her stomach on the bed, her bedroom door open still.
 
Matt waited once she finished and after a moment, he followed suit, heading upstairs. He went up to her room and in, looking to Kiyomi on the bed on her stomach. "You are okay I hope." he said. "I should probably..... oh nevermind. I'm Matt. You are?"

He looked over to the closer and peeked at the still-open doors, looking at the sorts of things she had brought for wearing. He then looked back to Kiyomi. "I wonder, could you dress up for me.? Maybe show me how you'd look back in Japan?"
 
Kiyomi closed her book, turning over onto her side, the shirt she's wearing riding up a bit to show a bit of her breasts underneath. Blinking in confusion, she could only make out what she thought was his name. Pointing to herself, she told him her name. "Kiyomi"

Still confused, she went back to reading, having already introduced herself. Unless he found a way to get the message across, she'd never show him what she looked like in one of her kimonos.
 
"Kiyomi. Pretty." Matt turned and went over to the dresser, and brought out one of the neatly-folded kimono she had brought with her. He rather liked how it looked, but would love it if her shorter, smaller body were in it. He turned to Kiyomi. "Kiyomi? Wear this?"

(Fixed)
 
Kiyomi looked up again when he started going through her dresser. Getting up, she held her hand out for her kimono. She waited for him to leave, not wanting to change in front of him. "You can leave now, Matt-sama."

((the italics indicate her speaking in Japanese)
 
(gotcha. Sorry for the delay also. This forum hides subscribed threads and only shows those I make myself.)

Nodding, Matt figured he would let Kiyomi surprise him. He steps out of the room and shuts the door, but leaving it open a little. Once out in the hallway again, his mind rushed with thoughts of how she'd look in that kimono, and trying to come up with ways to bring himself close to his Japanese house-guest. "Maybe she'll make a move or something? She can't speak English so she couldn't tell me when to try getting close and on her." he thought to himself.

Unable to take it anymore and wanting to see how Kiyomi would react, Matt turned back around and looked into the room through the crack he left open in the doorway.
 
Satisfied that she wouldn't be seen, she started removing her clothes, not noticing that her door was open a crack, or that her host was watching her. Clad in just her bra and panties, she folded her t-shirt and jeans, placing them on her bed before picking up her kimono.

Once she had her kimono on, she turned toward the door, still failing to notice that it was cracked open slightly. "Matt-sama, you can come in now." It was unlikely though, that he would understand what she was saying, just like she couldn't understand his speech.
 
Matt could only understand the "Matt-sama" bit of what Kiyomi was saying. The rest was just gibberish Japanese to him. Still if that was his cue, he took his chance and ran with it. Opening the door quickly, he stepped back into the room and looked Kiyomi over for a moment, rather admiring the kimono. Moving in quickly, Matt proceeded to reach out for her and grab hold of her around the waist.
 
Kiyomi watched him as he looked her over. She felt a little uncomfortable, even more so when he suddenly reached out and grabbed her. "No Matt-sama! Let go of me!"
 
Matt couldn't understand Kiyomi, the female's words again coming out as gibberish save for "Matt-sama". Maybe she meant "Please continue?" Whatever it was, he wasn't letting up now that he had a hold on her. Matt went and pulled Kiyomi along towards her bed, then sat her down, sitting beside her....at first. Less than a second or so passed before he shifted over, getting into Kiyomi's lap.
 
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