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Journey to the East - Part 3 [MF, Mf, asian]
by Richard Rivers (r_rivers@cryogen.com)
(c) 1997

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This story contains graphic descriptions of sex and should not 
be read by anyone under 18, or anyone offended by such 
material.  Blah Blah Blah...

The story is divided into seven parts, of which this is the 
third, describing a week-long stay in Japan.  Readers only 
interested in graphic descriptions of sex acts should probably 
wait for some of the later parts, or better yet, skip this story 
entirely.

The author does not mind constructive comments.  I suppose: 
"This is a piece of crap!" is constructive on some level, but 
what I have in mind would be more along the lines of 
technical pointers or anything that might help future offerings 
attain a higher level of craft.  Of course compliments are 
always welcome.

Sorry for the delay in posting between parts 2 and 3!


Richard Rivers
12/97


A JOURNEY TO THE EAST
 

Day 3, Tuesday:

Megumi did not meet me in the library that morning but she 
had been there long before me and left a stack of papers lying 
neatly on the desk waiting for me when I arrived.  Losing 
myself in the tedium of my work is something I have always 
excelled at--it's the only way to survive in this job--but I just 
could not do it that morning.  Thoughts of her plagued me, 
and fragments of our brief conversation the night before 
replayed themselves in my memory.  I did not know what to 
make of her attitude towards me.  Was she teasing me, 
leading me on?  Or did I expect too much, only just having 
met her?  Was she just trying to be kind in letting me down?  
And what did she mean by my "Americanness", calling me 
"un-Japanese", were these subtle digs?  

After two hours of fruitless time at my desk there was a soft 
knock at the door.  On opening it I discovered an elderly 
woman standing in the hallway, Mrs Ogawa I assumed, and 
behind her the young Satomi.

"Forgive the intrusion," she said.  "Miss Yoshino informed 
me that I would find you here at this hour.  I am Mr Ogawa's 
wife, and this is our daughter Satomi."  She bowed slowly.  
They had on brightly colored silk robes, the mother in blue, 
the daughter bright red.  Satomi held a tray with a tea pot and 
three small cups on it.

"We have brought tea for you, Mr Sato," Mrs Ogawa said.  "I 
hoped that this might be a convenient time for us to formally 
welcome you and show our appreciation."

"Of course, please come in," I said standing aside to let them 
pass.  The young girl followed her mother into the room like 
an acolyte trailing her priestess.  Beautiful in her poise, her 
eyes remained fixed intently on the tray she was carrying.  

I escorted them to a low sofa situated near the bookshelves 
facing out the large windows into the garden.  The mother 
and I sat in silence while Satomi served us. The delicate 
hands I had yesterday seen pulling lilies out of the pond now 
gracefully moved about the lacquered tray, arranging the cups 
and pouring from the pot, each tiny movement, sensuous in 
its delicacy and precision.    

When she finished serving the tea, Satomi seated herself 
beside the sofa in such a way that I could see her out of the 
corner of my eye.

"We are honored to welcome you here Mr Sato," the older 
woman said, "especially in light of your father's greatness.  
Both my husband and I have devoted ourselves to following 
his career.  We have all of his recordings and my husband has 
seen him perform when traveling over seas on business."

"Thank you Mrs Ogawa," I said.  "I am very proud of him 
too."  Sipping my tea, I glanced at Satomi.  She sat primly 
with her knees together and her eyes fixed on the tea pot and 
tray resting on the low table in front of her.  Becoming aware 
of my gaze her eyes briefly flitted up, large eyes, beautiful as 
a deer's, that flashed across mine before her eyelids lowered 
and hid them.  

"And your mother?" Mrs Ogawa asked.  

"She died,"  I said.  "She had cancer, when I was six."

"Oh, I'm so sorry.  How very sad.  And your father, did he 
ever remarry?"  

"No, he didn't.  He took it very hard.  It changed him, his life, 
I think.  After that he was never the same, and it was just the 
two of us from then on..."  My voice trailed off.  Satomi's eyes 
glanced off mine again, fleeting.  The three of us sipped our 
tea in silence.

"Your estate is beautiful," I said, "particularly the garden.  I 
am enjoying my time there whenever I can."

"This estate has been in my husband's family for ten 
generations," she said.  "It is a great treasure.  My husband is 
the first male heir to live in Tokyo most of the year.  All of 
his ancestors lived here all year.  The history of this guest 
house is particularly interesting," she gestured in the air  
"The original building that stood here was built to house 
concubines of the patriarch, and the garden was for their 
entertainment and diversion; its maze-like structure was 
supposedly designed to heighten the senses of lovers and to 
give  real meaning to the idea of the chase, pursuing the 
object of one's desire.  It is a family legend that the master of 
the house would slip out and by moonlight and search for his 
favorites.  The women played a game, hoping to be caught of 
course, but not too easily, for he enjoyed the chase and it was 
often she who hid the most cleverly would gain the favor of 
his attentions, sometimes only after a full night of intrigue 
among the groves and along the paths."

I glanced in Satomi's direction only to find her eyes already 
resting on me and quickly flitting away.

"Of course none of that goes on now," Mrs Ogawa went on 
with a laugh.  "The concubine's house burned down in the 
nineteen twenties and was rebuilt as the guest house you see 
now.  The garden is too great a treasure to ever change.  We 
still enjoy it in our own more modern ways, particularly my 
daughter.  She seems to spend almost all of her time out of 
doors when we are here."

She turned to her daughter.  "Don't you Satomi?"  Satomi 
nodded shyly, without looking up.

"Her English is fine," the mother said with pride, "she works 
very hard at it, although you may never know it.  She is a 
little shy around strangers."

Taking advantage of the opportunity I allowed myself a 
longer look at the girl, studying her delicate beauty.  She 
blushed and looked down at her hands resting in her lap.

"We don't mean to disrupt your work Mr Sato,"  Mrs Ogawa 
said, breaking the awkward silence. "My husband has spoken 
glowingly of your talents.  Don't let his manner fool you.  He 
is very pleased with the project so far."  She rose to her feet.  
"We will go now.  Satomi, have you not one word to say to an 
honored guest?" she asked the girl as I accompanied them 
both to the door.  

"It is a pleasure meeting you," she said in the clearest bell-
like voice, her eyes meeting mine for the first time, locking 
me in their gaze.  Her purity, her virginal beauty pierced me: 
this time I looked away first.

***

I worked long into the afternoon and Megumi never came to 
see me.  Of course she had no need I reasoned: the amount of 
work she left me in the morning would see me through the 
entire day and probably well into tomorrow.  Still I found 
myself looking out the window often, wondering where she 
might be, hoping to see her.

After supper, passing in front of the house towards the library 
I caught sight of Megumi some distance away in the garden.  
I quickly abandoned my plans to continue working and set off 
in search of her instead.  There were many paths she could 
have taken I realized once I had reached the spot where I had 
seen her.  My hope of finding her diminished.  She might 
have been heading in the direction of the Ogawa's house, in 
which case I would never catch up to her: she knew all the 
quickest ways.  Slowing my pace I decided to enjoy the 
evening.  My body was stiff from long hours of sitting and the 
evening air felt cool on my skin, the sweet fragrances 
soothing as I began to wander aimlessly along the pathways.  

I imagined myself to be the master of this house long ago, 
what it must have felt like setting out on these paths each 
night in search of my concubines, unsure which one I might 
encounter, around which bend in the path I would suddenly 
discover my partner for the night.  

The light was failing as I found myself skirting the edge of 
the pond, traversing the path from which I had seen Satomi.  
The density of the trees blocked out much of the light forcing 
me to walk very slowly.

"Mr Sato!" an unfamiliar voice hissed, whispering from 
somewhere off the path.  "Mr Sato, wait!"

I stopped, unsure from where the voice had issued. There was 
a soft rustle of leaves and a figure emerged  behind of me.

"Mr Sato, it is me, Satomi," she said in a half whisper.

"Oh, good evening," I said softly.  "Why are you whispering?"

"I'm sorry," she said a little more loudly "it is just that we are 
not alone here."  

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Of course I mean Megumi."  Her voice sounded a little 
perturbed.  "You were searching for her just now, were you 
not?  I'm surprised you did not go directly to the bridge as you 
have for the past two evenings, that is where I have been 
waiting."

"How do you know about that?" I asked, uncomfortable that 
the girl knew about my comings and goings.

"I just do," she said.  There was a long silence before she 
spoke again.  "Do you think Megumi Yoshino is a beautiful 
woman?"  she asked softly.

"Satomi!"  I stammered.  The young girl had completely 
taken me off guard.  Could this be the same shy creature who 
had sat with me in the afternoon, blushing every time I 
looked at her?

"You don't have to answer me Mr Sato," she said coolly.  "I 
know you do.  All men do.  They buzz around her like bees, 
just as you are buzzing around the garden now, searching for 
her.  Well, I know you will not find her again tonight, not 
here anyway."

Her precocious manner completely shocked me.  I didn't 
know what to say to her.  I stood in dumb silence looking at 
her.

"But I'm certain you would like to see her right now, wouldn't 
you?"  she asked, teasing me.

Without waiting for my reply she set off on the path, sharply 
whispering over her shoulder: "Follow me!"

The encounter happened so quickly I never regained my 
composure.  As she started walking away from me I felt I had 
no choice but follow.

Twilight descended on the garden as I followed her along an 
unfamiliar path that climbed steeply, switching back through 
shadowy groves of trees.  The girl walked quickly and 
stealthily, the only sounds of our passage the occasional 
clump of my wooden sandal on a stone and the wind rustling 
in the branches high above our heads.  When the path leveled 
out I looked down: it surprised me to see that we had come 
around behind the guest house and were some height above 
where it lay nestled against the steep hillside.

"Now, quiet as a mouse," Satomi said putting a finger to her 
lips.  "Take off those sandals and leave them here."  She was 
just a shadowy figure standing close beside me in the growing 
darkness.

She led me off the pathway and down the steep hill towards 
the house.  The ground under my bare feet was covered with 
soft and springy moss.  Satomi walked more slowly now, 
carefully placing each foot on the ground in front of her, 
shifting her weight cautiously.  I did the same, afraid that I 
might dislodge a small stone and send it clattering onto the 
roof below.  

We descended still lower and the eaves of the house rose to 
meet us.  Satomi stopped and whispered:  "The windows are 
open.  We must be even more quiet; we will be able to hear 
what is said inside but we must also hurry, we are late."

Without waiting for a reaction she turned and continued.  
Now the eaves of the house were right beside us, at my 
shoulder height.  Leaning over I could see that this wing of 
the house butted almost up to the hillside.  Only a narrow 
chasm about four feet wide separated the wall of the house 
from the sheer edge.

Satomi stopped in front of me.  Turning, she put her finger to 
her lips but made no sound, then crouched low to the ground 
and sat, letting her legs dangle over the drop off.  Ducking 
under the overhanging eve she began sliding along sideways;  
I noticed a large square of pale blue light several feet farther 
down the wall: a window.
 
I slid across the moss covered rocks until I was sitting beside 
Satomi looking into the open window.  I realized that my 
room in the other wing of the house had a similar window set 
high in the wall to let light into the room from above the 
slope of the hill.  It opened inward by means of a small crank.

It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the dim bluish light 
flickering from candles burning inside.  The first thing I 
became aware of was the sound of heavy rhythmic breathing.  
After a few seconds I realized I couldn't make out anything in 
the room because I was looking at the far wall.  The position 
of the high window made me have to lean forward to see 
down into the room.

The sight of Megumi's nude body crouched astride a man 
took me by surprise.  She gently rocked herself back and forth 
over him, pushing off with her hands on his chest.  How 
beautiful she is, I thought as I looked down at her.  The 
candle light reflected off her shiny black hair splayed over her 
shoulders; her shapely breasts shook slightly from the force of 
her motions.  Between her arms I could see in the dim light 
the shadow of her navel centered on her firm flat belly, and 
below it the soft patch of downy black hair between her 
thighs, pressed against the man's body.  The sound of her 
breath floated out of the window to me: a slow deep 
inhalation in time with the rise of her body, held for a 
moment as she held herself poised above him, then a quick 
sharp exhalation as she let her pelvis fall back onto his, 
driving him deep into her.  Her fingers curled and uncurled 
on his chest, grasping handfuls of his flesh as each wave of 
pleasure wracked her. 

Shadow the man's face but from the color of his skin and the 
hair on his chest I guessed him to be Caucasian.  He lay with 
his arms crossed behind his head, watching as Megumi rode 
him, the softness of her body sheathing and unsheathing him. 

I glanced sideways at Satomi: she seemed lost in the spectacle 
unfolding below, but as I turned back  I noticed out of the 
corner of my eye that she quickly glanced at me as well before 
returning her attention to the lovers below us.  

Megumi lowered her chest to his sending her hair cascading 
around their faces, spreading out across the pillows and 
sheets as an ink well overturned spreads its contents over 
clean white paper.  He brought his arms down and hugged 
her body tightly; spreading his legs apart farther he began 
thrusting himself into her from below.  Megumi let out a low 
cry that he answered with a drawn out groan.  She lay still on 
top of him as he thrust upward seeking to probe into her as 
deeply as he could from below.  His hands began sliding up 
and down her back, then went lower grasping the sides of her 
wide flat hips, pulling her down to meet his upward strokes.  

I watched him methodically and slowly impale her beautiful 
body over and over before he released her hips and brought 
his hands to her shoulders, pushing her chest away from his, 
straightening her upright.  She folded her arms across her 
chest and hugged her breasts as she began vigorously 
bouncing up and down on him.  Her breaths now had enough 
force to produce low vocal sounds, something between a grunt 
and a syllable that squeezed out of her every time she let her 
full weight fall on him.  The muscles of his belly contracted 
and relaxed as he tried to increase the force with which they 
came together by stabbing upward into her, synchronizing his 
motions to hers.  Bringing his hands up to grasp her slender 
waist he pulled her down onto him even harder.

He stopped her, holding her down on himself with his strong 
hands.  I heard his husky voice, a low half whisper: 

"Megumi, turn around.  I want to see your beautiful ass."

She leaned forward and they kissed deeply before she rolled 
off him.  Glistening wet, his stiff penis fell to his belly after 
sliding out of her.  He grasped and held himself pointing 
straight upward as she turned around and positioned herself 
astride him.  Now facing his feet, she arched her body 
backwards sending her hair slithering down her back.  
Bringing a hand between her legs she took and guided him 
back inside herself.  He groaned as he watched his penis 
disappear as she lowered herself slowly, carefully onto it.

Now she leaned forward, grasping his ankles in her hands 
and I traced with my eyes the line from the base of her neck, 
between her jutting shoulder blades, down the cleft of her 
spine.  Below her waist her hips spread, their soft feminine 
fullness flaring out from her slender upper body.

As she rocked herself slowly up and down, her partner 
brought his hands to her waist,  hooking them over her hips 
and pulling her down onto himself.  "Fuck me Megumi," he 
said.  "I love watching your sweet ass go up and down."

She rounded her back and lowered her head between his 
ankles: her body now described one graceful arc that rose 
from her hips, over her shoulders and descended in the pool 
of her hair coiling about his feet.

I glanced over at Satomi who caught my eye briefly before we 
each looked back through the window.  I felt slightly self 
conscious watching such a scene with the young girl beside 
me.  The way she acted made her seem sophisticated beyond 
her sixteen years: she had seen this before, that was obvious, 
but how many times, I wondered, and what kinds of things 
had she seen?

When I looked back through the window Megumi was lifting 
herself off her partner who rose to his knees as she turned and 
lay in front of him.  He held himself over her as she grasped 
his penis with two hands and stroked it before guiding it back 
inside her.  Moaning as he entered her I saw his buttocks 
clench tightly, forcing himself all the way in.  Their bodies 
were still for a moment, then he lowered himself onto her and 
they kissed while he slowly started making thrusting motions.  
Her hands found the small of his back and grasped him 
tightly as she brought her knees up enabling him to penetrate 
her more deeply.

His thrusts became more powerful;  I could see the muscles in 
his back and thighs knotting and unknotting; his breathing 
grew louder and an occasional grunt emerged from deep 
inside of him.  Megumi was more serene.  Her eyes had 
closed and there was a dreamy ecstatic look on her face.  

The man paused for a moment to hook his arms under her 
legs and spread them wider; he pushed them apart and 
towards her shoulders lifting the lower part of her body off 
the mat so that the angle at which he thrust into her was 
almost straight down.  Now Megumi brought her hands to 
either side of his face.  "Fuck me!" she gasped and he obliged, 
slapping his body against hers so that we could her the sound 
through the open window.  He continued slamming his body 
against hers, forcing her legs down almost to her shoulders, 
folding her lithe body upon itself.  Spreading his thighs apart, 
he straddled her, giving the maximum force to his thrusts, all 
the weight of his body concentrated on his stiff penis.  

They were both panting rhythmically and making involuntary 
groans as he repeated his relentless pounding.  He stiffened 
and his motions became less fluid as he jerked himself back 
and forth.

"Megumi...Megumi..." he said over and over again, his voice 
torn from deep in his chest.  "You feel so good...I can't stop.  
I'm going to come."   

"Don't hold back,"  Megumi whispered harshly.  "Come for 
me.  Fill me with your hot come."

With a loud cry he shuddered and became still for a moment.  
Megumi answered with a long low moan as he came inside 
her, his pelvis making small jerky thrusting motions while he 
drained himself.  His spasms slowly subsided and he released 
her legs from under his arms, groaning when she wrapped 
them about his waist and pulled him tightly inside her.  They 
exchanged a long kiss and he began  thrusting himself into 
her again, now much more slowly, gently.  

They disentangled after several minutes and he rolled off to 
one side.  Megumi had just reached for a small towel and was 
wiping off his glistening penis when I felt a nudge from 
Satomi.  I didn't want to leave so soon: it interested me what 
they might have to say to each other, but the young girl's 
nudging grew to a push and I had no choice but to slide 
carefully along the rocks until I could stand up again.  With a 
finger to her lips Satomi began leading me back up the 
hillside and away from the house.

***
Fin, Part 3 of 7

Richard Rivers 12/97


