Romancing Rieko Pt 1

B y Bj (bhart@senet.com.au)

An almost entirely true tale drawn from some recent happy memories. This original work is entirely suitable for all ages. Later parts are guaranteed to be far less clean. :-)

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Part 1: A tram to Glenelg.

My Thai friend Bay called at about 10:00am to tell me that she had missed her bus. She was supposed to meet me and some of the other exchange students at the tram stop in the middle of Adelaide at 11:00, so I jumpe din the car and raced off to pick her up. I had Yuko in the car with me, because there wouldnít be time to pick her up on the way back to the city.

I guess I better explain; my friends call me Bj, and Iím a 21 year old Australian. My ancestry is anglo-welsh, so I have brown hair and eyes. Iím around 178cm tall, (thatís 510 in the old system) and slim, but very fit from Taekwan Do training 3 nights a week. Four years ago I went to Japan on a yearís exchange... and thatís when I guess I was ìprogrammed. Ever since, I seem to only be attracted to asian girls.

In the three years I have been back in Australia, Iíve stayed involved with the exchange organization that I went to Japan with. Every year a group of 20 or so high school students from around the world come to Adelaide, and I have been helping on camps held throughout the year. So I get to know a lot of overseas students, which is how I got to be meeting two Thai and two Japanese high school students at the tram stop at 11:00am one Sunday morning.

The long drive had made us almost late in getting to the city, so I hurriedly found a park and jogged to the tram with Bay and Yuko. At the stop we met Ink and another asian girl who was sitting with her, and just then Miki arrived from the other direction. The tram was about to leave so we all climbed on and found seats. It was Sunday, so the carriage wasnít crowed, and we could find room to all sit together.

It was around the middle of October but still fairly cool weather, meaning the girls were dressed in jeans and shirts, except Bay and the girl I didnít know. Bay, who is a little chubby, was wearing a long dress, and showing quite a bit of cleavage. The other Thai girl, Ink, was looking as cute as always with her tiny slim body in tight jeans and an extra tight t-shirt. Yuko and Miki, the Japanese girls, were about average looking, but really fun; nice 16 year old Japanese girls who hadnít been in the habit of giving blow-jobs for karaoke money back home.

I was interrupted from looking at the girls (being a lecherous 21 year old) when Ink introduced me to the girl I assumed she had brought with her. Her name was Rieko, and she was Japanese. Apparently Ink didnít know her until 5 minutes ago when Rieko had asked her how to catch the tram. Rieko had only been in Australia for a week. I took a good look at her while giving her a big smile. She certainly was pretty cute, and slim. Her hair was shoulder length, black with a few brownish highlights. Perhaps a little too much makeup, but her clothes were stylish without being slutty. Her shirt had a wide scooped neckline, and her smooth shoulders and graceful neck were exposed, with a small bright silver neck lace setting it off. I couldnít see much of her body while we were sitting down, but I looked into her big liquid eyes and felt my pulse quicken as she looked back with the slightest flash of fire.

I had been dumped only a few weeks before, so I wasnít looking to meet anyone, just enjoy the day with some friends. So while I appreciated the sexuality that Rieko was radiating, I just chatted to her in a friendly way. I started out with my standard joke, starting a conversation in Japanese then denying that I speak the language when they ask, again in Japanese. It usually gets a few laughs and breaks the ice. Today was no exception, but as soon as Rieko realised I was fluent in her language, she pounced. We started chatting away about Japan, where I had lived for my year, where she was from, and how much she wished she had someone to show her around Adelaide who she could talk to. In less than 10 minutes she had made me promise to call her four times, and given me her number and address.

I was feeling a little overwhelmed. Suddenly meeting a gorgeous young Japanese girl and getting her phone number on the tram to *Glenelg*! I found out she was actually 21 and here to study and work in the wine industry. All the while she was unconciously doing all those wonderful Japanese girly mannerisms, that Iím sure fellow nippon-o-philes love as much as I do. Her conversation was pure though, no flirting, and I was trying to be laid back. I didnít dream of anything happening that day. Things like that simply *donít* happen to me.

Needless to say, nothing did happen, and we got to the stop near where her friend lived. With a wave, a waft of perfume and a hurried goodbye to Ink she was off the tram and getting smaller in the distance. I put the bus timetable with her number of it safely back into my bag.

The day at Glenelg was fun. Being a bunch of girls, Ink, Bay and the others wandered up and down, looking at ships of overpriced surfer brand clothes, until I led them down to the beach to each lunch and acheive the real purpose of the day; drink the bottle of wine we had won at a quiz night a few weeks ago. Between five people a bottle of red doesnít go far, so I had brought some red label Johnnie walker with me as well. The wine was surprising good, and the Johnnies went down very well. The day passed by while we got a little tipsy and soon enough we headed back to the tram and back home again.

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End of Part 1

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