I would love to.

That weekend you met up with your Aunt in the very heart of the city. The Japanese restaurant she had made reservations to had been open only six months, set up in the basement of a high-rise building. The last time you had been in the building was when you had visited the very basement floor where the restaurant now was, but then it had been the biggest pool hall in the city. The glass doors on street level were rather nondescript, only the very Japanese-style floral pattern etched into the glass indicating that this was the right place. You opened the glass door and went down the quite narrow staircase to another glass door decorated in the same fashion. After the second door you were in a small sake bar with a reception podium to one side and a bar counter on the other, glazed glass door leading to the larger restaurant area. It was obvious this was fashioned as a sort of waiting area for when the restaurant was fully booked.

An Asian looking man roughly your own size came through a door behind the bar and quickly walked up to the reception podium, bowing his head slightly to you. He was dressed quite formally in what was to Western eyes "oriental" but in fact was simply over-designed to appear so. The man swiped an ID card through a slot on the podium and tapping at the hidden touchscreen before looking at you again.

"Welcome, sir. How may I best serve you today?" He asked and looked at you with a warm smile.

"Yes, uh, my aunt made a reservation for two, I'm not sure if she has arrived yet or not. By the name of Allen." You stated and the receptionist looked at his screen, flicking it a few times to scroll around a list of reservations.

"Ah, yes. Your aunt is waiting inside. Please follow me." The man said and flashed a smiled to you, stepping back to the glazed door and opening it for you.

As you walked to the main restaurant area, you saw the place was decorated in a rather old Japanese style, echoing what you saw in Samurai flicks usually. For whatever reason there were even small Chinese dragons along the walls of the main floor. The place was busy, but there were a few empty tables. The receptionist guided you through the entire main floor and to the swinging doors to the kitchen, hanging a right just before them and through a wooden sliding door that you had not even noticed was there. A narrow corridor led to several rooms, in many of which a sound of talking and giggling could be heard. Private rooms for more privately inclined guests, you fathomed. Another sliding door later you were in another corridor with more bulky looking doors on the rooms that lined it. You could hear the dull thud of your footsteps be immediately muffled, indicating that the place was heavily soundproofed. Finally your male guide stopped by a door and opened it for you without going inside personally. He offered you a warm smile and bowed his head slightly as you entered, the door closing behind you.

The room was small and intimate but did not feel claustrophobic despite the amount of soundproofing. It was decorated in a much more authentic Japanese fashion to the point where it was largely empty with only a long low table in the center with small round cushions set next to it. You saw your Aunt already seated next to the table and she rose as you entered to rush and give you a warm embrace. She had not changed at all in all the time you had known her. She was pushing into her fifties but still fit and naturally free of wrinkles or grey hair. Her breasts, although a little saggy by now, still looked firm under her clothing and her ass was finely toned by years of yoga, which she started before it became to cultural phenomena that it now was.

"Oh my god, it's great to see you!" Your aunt told you while squeezing you a bit tighter in the hug, finally releasing you afterwards and guiding you to the table.
"You look so much bigger than you were the last time I saw you. When was it? When you were just about to leave for College?" She mused by herself and you simply nodded with a smile. It had been a long while.

As she knelt back down onto the pillow, she struggled slightly with the business-fashion knee-high skirt she had chosen to worn and quickly tugged on it fiercely so she could get comfortable. Other than her skirt, she had heels which she had left by the door and a simple white blouse that had a small collar. In the lighting you could see slightly through her blouse and saw that she had chosen to wear a white bra as well. Surprisingly she was not wearing stockings. She usually did every time she wore skirts, but perhaps this time was a conscious departure from her normal much more formal way of dressing.

The usual familial conversation began to catch up on things, questions of relationships and other personal life events, but with your Aunt some questions always also probed towards work and especially now when you were setting your own place up the catching up quickly came to her asking for the broad picture on how you were setting up your own business. Your conversation was interrupted by two women in kimonos, although probably not actual kimonos but instead dresses made to look like ones, and a young short woman in a dressing gown walking in through the door. With them was a small cart full of large fresh leaves and some flowers. With a bow each of them came up to the table and the woman in the gown made sure the table was clean, leaning over it and studying it. You were stunned as she next took hold of her gown and removed it, revealing every bit of her smooth ebony skin to your eyes. She had the most beautiful hourglass figure you had ever seen. She was above average size for a woman, but she was more thick than fat, giving her amazing smooth curves without any place showing any sign of flabbiness to it. The tuft of hair between her legs was kept short and looked like it had been quite recently waxed into a landing strip, the rest of her body waxed to a silky smooth surface. Your aunt let out a quick giggle as she noted your mouth locked open, the ebony beauty placing herself on her back on the table between you and your aunt, your eyes locked onto the soft obviously natural D-cup breasts that separated as she went to lie on her back, the boobs jiggling as she shifted in small quick movements. The sight made a shiver run up your spine.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't tell you about this at all, did I? This is called nyotaimori. I quite fancied it while in Japan and found this place offered the same services I saw there. It's freshly made sushi, served off the body of a model, man or women. I prefer the women for this, it's just way more fun." Your aunt stated and laughed, the two women on kimonos descending on the black woman on the table, covering her skin with the sharp green leaves and placing flowers between her legs. All of it served the dual purpose of decoration and sanitation. Once they were done, the woman on the table smiled and lifted her head just a bit so her dark hair flowed over the side of the table and a small cushion was placed under her neck to support her head. With a few final touches she was ready.

The women in the kimonos bowed again and exited with the cart they had brought in, leaving the three of you in the somewhat stunned silence of the room.

"Oh, don't look like that. This is perfectly safe and all the models are volunteers and well paid. Some say it's very liberating." Your aunt said and smiled reassuringly, although it did nothing to quench the throbbing happening in your own pants.
"Oh, miss, tell us your name. Please?" Your aunt continued and the ebony beauty on the table opened her clear blue eyes and etched a warm smile on her face.

"It's Nisha, ma'am." The ebony woman said and you Aunt let out a burst of dismissive air from between his lips.

"You don't need to call me ma'am. We're eating off your body, I don't think there's any room for formalities here." She stated rather bluntly while looking at the woman, "This here is my nephew David and I am Lisa. And it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Nisha."

Just after the introductions, the door opened again and a single woman in a kimono, not one of the ones that had decorated Nisha, came in with a tray. She placed a napkin before you and your aunt, onto which she laid small porcelain plates and across the plate a pair of chopsticks for each of you. With a smile she then uncovered the rest of the tray, beginning to place portions of sushi all over Nisha, setting them delicately onto the leaves covering her front with a pair of chopsticks of her own.

While the waitress was doing this, an Asian man roughly in his thirties walked inside with a cart of his own, setting himself up in the corner of the room. He pulled out retractable shelves from the cart and placed on them several small ice boxes, by the smell of them filled with different kinds of freshly prepped fish. He wiped off the top of the cart with a disinfectant wipe and then began his own job of preparing more sushi for you at a pace that seemed fitting to your eating speed. The woman in the kimono went to the door and made sure it was closed properly, then moving to the sushi chef and taking a seat next to him, waiting to place more sushi on Nisha.

You and your aunt shared a glance and then began picking at the small portions of food on the ebony woman. At some point through the quaint light conversation the sake began flowing more freely.

"You have really nice dark skin, Nisha," Your Aunt complimented and you looked at her with a quirked brow as the change in subject came out of nowhere. But you couldn't disagree either. Without even thinking, you looked at Nisha with a smile and nodded.

"It's perfect complexion. It really brings out the decoration and the shades of color in the sushi." You mused and Nisha smiled and thanked both of you. The sake continued flowing and eventually reached the point where you, having used chopsticks less than a handful of times throughout your entire life, could not grasp the sushi with the slender sticks. The frustration began growing inside you and with a light-hearted chuckle your Aunt turned to Nisha.

"I apologize, I know it's not usually part of the service, but is it alright if my nephew eats with his fingers? I will pay extra if you nee-" Your Aunt started but Nisha interrupted her with a surprisingly excited "Yes!"
After a moment of stuttering she then looked at you and your Aunt, her face gathering a crimson tint to it.

"I-I'm sorry. Please, go ahead and use your fingers if you want." Nisha said finally and flashed a nervous smile.

You and your Aunt began both using your hands after that, telling yourselves it was out of the sake of simplicity and not anything else. But you could not deny that being now able to touch the ebony model lying in front of you was very exciting and by the shade of red that your Aunt was also flushing, she was of the same mind. You had never seen her that way before but now as your precious Aunt placed her hands on the ebony woman and looked at her intensely, you saw a burning inside her that was normally hidden. It made her look steaming hot, even to the eyes of her nephew.