Leaving Taipei I flew northwest up the Ryukyu Island chain. I knew that this plane had fought in the Okinawa campaign, one of the bloodiest fights of the Pacific war.
One particularly interesting kill was scored by a Marine Lieutenant R.R. Klingman of VMF-312 Checkerboards, over Okinawa. According to the story, he was in pursuit of a Ki-54 ("Nick") twin engine fighter at extremely high altitude when his guns jammed due to the gun lubrication freezing in the extreme cold. He simply flew up and chopped off the Ki-45's tail with the big propeller of the Corsair. Missing five inches off the end of his propeller blades, he managed to land safely and was awarded the Navy Cross. Like I said, the Corsair is one tough bird.
On most of the island landings, the Japanese had tried to fight it out on the beaches, launching banzai charges leading their men into the teeth of machine gun fire and getting slaughtered. Glorious but stupid. On Iwo Jima, a little volcano of no real significance, but desired to use as an emergency base for bombers returning from Japanese raids, the commander, General Kuribayashi, decided to do it differently. He had his troops wait until the Americans were fully landed, then attack and try to destroy them. Most Japanese commanders were convinced that the superiority of the Japanese fighting spirit would guarantee victory. Unfortunately, as so many have found out when relying on God in battle, God is on the side of the heavy artillery and the heaviest artillery was Amercian. When Banzais didn’t work, he retreated to the volcano and had his men hold up in tunnels dug right into the rock. The Americans had to dig the Japanese out, tunnel by tunnel. What was expected to be a three day fight lasted for five long weeks.
It was on Iwo and Okinawa that the Corsair really came into its own, as a ground support plane. Time after time, the guys on the ground would run into trouble and the bent wing bird would swoop in firing rockets and dropping bombs to get them out of trouble. The Japanese began calling the Corsair, Whistling Death, because of the sound made as it dove. It was the angel of mercy to the American ground pounders.
I looked out at the island below and wondered if my plane felt it. Did it remember the fighting that had gone on here so many years before? The engine hummed along apparently no different than any other stretch of flying. Down there, many Americans had given that last full measure of devotion to keep Americans free. It might have been cheesy, but I saluted those black sand beaches where so many had fought so that I could fly free.
I was just south of Japan where the last sea battle of the Pacific happened. The Japanese had exactly one capital ship left, the super battleship, Yamato. In the crazy time at the end of the war when it was apparent to everyone else that Japan had lost, the fleet decided to send Yamato with a few destroyers and a cruiser against the entire allied Pacific fleet consisting of thousands of ships that were supporting the invasion of Okinawa. It was to be the grand banzai of the navy, glorious. Of course, as soon as the Americans realized the ship was at sea, they attacked it with planes.
This plane was on one of the carriers which launched strikes that day. Down there, this plane had attacked those few Japanese ships. The Yamato, designed to be unsinkable, absorbed an amazing pounding. Yamato was hit by at least eight bombs and thirteen torpedoes. It was too much. The ship capsized, then blew up, probably a main ammo room went. The battle, a footnote in history, ended the day of the battleship now so vulnerable to airpower.
I wondered if this plane was the one that dropped a bomb that sank one of the destroyers or pressed in against Yamato itself. What was it like to be a pilot, flying down through tracers arcing up to meet you, bullets flying by as you maintained a straight dive so that you could put the bomb on target? I had done it, but nobody was shooting at me, and the bomb guided itself. It was hard enough that way.
I crossed the southern coast of Japan and flew over the inland sea and on up to Osaka. Osaka was once the Imperial capital of Japan until Tokyo replaced it during the long reign of the Tokugawa Shoguns. I had wanted to see Osaka ever since having read James Clavell’s book Shogun. I also had a little research in mind.
For most the past decade, it's been almost old hat to hear stories of school girl prostitution, or enjo kosai as it's euphemistically called in Japanese, "compensated dating." Since I was in going to be in Japan, I decided I was going to do a little research myself on this topic. I thought it important to know whether these stories had any factual basis and direct experience is the best teacher…
The taxi driver dropped me off at a small city park. He had told me how to approach the girls. I was to say I was looking for a girl who spoke English. The first girls all rebuffed me and several ignored me. I was beginning to think this was a crazy idea when a beautiful young girl in a school outfit approached. She looked down as she got close. “Excuse me,” I said bowing. This made her look up. “I am looking for a girl who speaks English.”
She returned the bow, and said in understandable English, “I speak English.”
“Ah good. My name is Mike.”
She bowed, “My name is Utada.”
I returned the bow before continuing, “Please, I hate to bother you, but I am visiting Osaka and I wish to learn about something I have read about.” She nodded. “I have heard of enjo kosai.”
Her eyes widened and I thought she was about to bolt. She nodded several times. “Yes, you wish to talk about enjo kosai?”
“Yes.” I looked around the park. “Maybe someplace more private would be better.”
She nervously looked around as well. “Yes.”
I led her to the corner where the taxi man told me to go. I held up my arm and a taxi swerved over. We climbed in the back. I gave the driver the hotel address card. He bowed and smiled and took off. We didn’t talk on the way to the hotel. The girl looked uncomfortable. When I looked her way, she smiled and nodded but I could see it was an act.
At the hotel I led her to my room. The tension was building the closer we got. Inside, it seemed she was about to burst. I sat on the bed and motioned to the couch. She slouched into the couch and toyed with the pillow and her hair. Her school skirt rode high up her legs which aroused me. I don’t think she was aware of it. She was nervous but relieved that I hadn’t attacked her as soon as the door was closed behind us.
“So, please tell me, do you have friends who have done this?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” she said.
I waited but nothing more came. Her hands were worrying her purse.
“Ah yes.”
“You want to talk abut enjo kosai?” she asked hopefully.
“And also experience it,” I said. “What would it cost?”
There was a pause, then she named a price three times higher than I had read, and those were Tokyo prices. On the other hand, she was flat out beautiful, young, and obviously not a pro at this. And she was willing to be with a Gaijin. I might not ever find a girl as beautiful willing to ‘date’ a Gaijin. “All right.”
“Oh ko,” she said. It looked like tears were coming to her eyes.
“What’s the matter?” I asked concerned.
“Please excuse me. I didn’t think you would say yes.”
“Oh. That’s why the price?”
“Yes.” She looked surprised, “You know the price is too high?”
I smiled. “Yes, but you seemed worth it.”
“Oh.” That seemed to please her.
Everything came together and seemed to make sense. “You haven’t done this before?” She looked away and shook her head. “Your friends have?” She nodded, still looking down. “And so you decided to try?”
She nodded. “It was, well you were Gaijin and I thought no one would know. Then I could buy clothes like my friends, and I could buy a cell phone.”
So, being a foreigner actually worked in my favor. “Ah, I see…” I reached into my coat pocket and took out the cash. I counted out the amount she had said, took it to her and put it into her hand. She looked scared, her hand nerveless.
“I can’t,” she said quietly.
“Please, take it. I would like it very much if you would take it. Please.”
“But…” she said looking up at me.
“I would like very much to learn about enjo kosai. And very much from you because you are so very beautiful. But please take the money anyway,” I said.
“I can have the money if I leave?”
I nodded.
She looked at the money for a moment, then back at me. I went back to the bed giving her plenty of space. I sat quietly, waiting. She put the money into her purse and stood up as if to leave. I bowed. She set her purse down then and returned the bow. “Do you think I am beautiful?”
“Oh yes,” I said with complete sincerity.
“I will show you enjo kosai. Please, this is my first time.”
“I understand,” I said. I stood and held out my hand. She came to me, nervous but also having made the decision, I could see some excitement as well. “Together, let us make it beautiful.” She smiled. I bent down and touched my lips to hers, briefly.
Her eyes were open looking into mine. I kissed her again, this time pressing against her lips and body, holding her against me. I felt her relax. This time as I pulled away her eyes were closed. It was progress. I kissed her again, this time allowing my hand to wander over her back still pressing her into me. My hand slid down to her hip and I carefully slid her zipper down. She froze as I slid the zipper. At the bottom I waited, still holding the zipper. Our eyes were locked together and I knew this was the moment of decision; which way would she go?
She smiled shyly, then kissed me. That was all I needed. Her skirt dropped to the floor. I started to lift her blouse but she grabbed it and took it off. I started throwing off my clothes as she finished getting undressed. Damn, but she was beautiful naked. I stared at her, my cock fully erect. Now that she had committed, without a word she lay on the bed and her eyes invited me to lie next to her. I joined her on the bed, put my arm around her and kissed her, first on the forehead, then worked around her face then on the lips. The kiss melted into a hot kiss that started the blood rushing. We kissed while our chests rubbed against each other.
I moved over her, my thigh between her legs. Still kissing, I began to play with her breasts while she rubbed against my thigh. I kissed her neck and bent down to her breasts, slowly licking and sucking first one then the other. When she started little moaning sounds I ran my hand down between her legs lightly playing with her lips. She was already wet so I slowly inserted my finger between her lips, playing with her clitoris.
I kissed down across her belly until I found her womanhood. She was starting to hump up against by hand and as my head approached I smelled that wonderful bouquet of aroused woman. I couldn't wait and ran my tongue over her lips and clit. I sucked her clitoris up between my lips repeatedly while licking it. I was using my finger to massage her labia at the same time.
She started humping and thrashing around, so I had to use my free hand to hold her against my face as I continued licking and sucking. Man she was wet. She started moaning and gasping. Finally, she grabbed my head pulling me against her and screaming in Japanese while her hips were bouncing all over. I hung on like riding a bronco until she collapsed back, shuddering, her muscles tensing and relaxing as she gasped for breath.
I kissed my way up until I was holding her in my arms and slowly kissed her lips. She said, "I feel so funny." I didn’t want to let her get to far away from her climax so while she was still swept up in that feeling, I rolled over and positioned myself between her legs. Holding myself up I placed my cock at the gateway of her pussy, rubbed it around to get it wet, and slowly slid in. There was a little resistance as my cock pierced her. She yipped as my cock went all the way in.
I could feel the walls of her vagina slowly opening. God, is there any feeling better than this? That wonderful intense pleasure when you first enter a woman. Half way in I reversed direction and slowly pulled almost all of the way out. I pushed all the way back in with no resistance. I lowered myself until our chests were touching.
I kissed her and started a rhythmic fucking. She was moving against me and I could feel her rubbing her clit against my rod. I continued kissing her deeply as we established a slow yet strong rhythm. She started moving against me insistently. I picked up the pace. I thrust into her completely and held perfectly still pushed up against her clit as she rubbed against me and threw her head back. I could feel her spasming along my shaft. As she slowed, I started fucking her again. I caught her right before her climax had ended and the new sensations threw her into a series of climaxes as I pounded into her. She scraped her fingers across my back. I couldn't wait any longer. I came, intense waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The feelings were so intense they completely sapped all of my strength and I collapsed onto her. Jesus.
Our breathing slowly returned to normal and I lifted myself onto my elbows as some strength returned. We lay like that for a while, kissing occasionally. I rolled over to her side still holding her in my arms. We just lay there basking in the wondrous afterglow. At some point I must have drowsed off because I woke several hours later to find myself alone. I looked around the room and her clothes and purse were gone. I guess that made sense. She probably had to get home before her parents started worrying.
In complete lassitude I lay back in the bed and basked in the experience of enjo kosai. Too bad schoolgirls in America don’t practice compensated dating. I fell into a deep sleep.
I had arrived in Osaka too late for viewing the Cherry Blossoms, but not too late for a very different kind of Cherry Blossom.
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