Learning_About_Myself.02

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF
BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS

PART 02

CHAPTER II

My First Adventure with Reina

Reina's alarm-clock woke us both up in good time for 
the business of getting me off to school. During the 
night we must have rearranged ourselves so that we 
were no longer lying head-to-tail and were respectably 
covered by the ­_futon_, but I had no memory of it. In 
fact it took me a moment to remember exactly what 
_had_ happened during the night: at first it seemed 
like an unusually powerful version of the erotic 
dreams I often had after masturbating myself to sleep. 
Then it all flooded back. I propped myself up on one 
elbow and looked down on my beautiful cousin - my 
lover. She smiled up at me charmingly. Then her arms 
were round me and again I felt the thrill of her 
lovely lithe body pressed against me. Did we have time 
to ...? No, unfortunately not.

"That was so lovely last night, Saa-chan," she said. 
"Of course I want to do it again. And lots of other 
exciting things. It's such fun to have someone to 
teach. And you want to learn, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" I said. "_Everything_!"

"Well, so you shall. Starting when we go out this 
evening. But now it's time to be a schoolgirl again. 
From now on you have a double life."

"Yes, I suppose I do."

"So off to the bathroom and into your uniform - 
breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes."

==

Reina's remark about a double life nagged away at a 
corner of my mind, the way things like that do; and 
then all of a sudden its significance burst on me. Of 
course I owed it to her - above all I owed it to 
_myself_ - to immerse myself in the extraordinary new 
world of sensuality she had revealed to me. But I also 
owed it to my mother, who had made sacrifices to send 
me to a good school and give me the best possible 
start in life, to make the most of that too. It would 
be wrong to neglect my studies and spend my time 
day-dreaming about what was in store for me in the 
evening. So I pulled myself together and concentrated 
on what was happening around me. It was a normal 
school day: an English class, which I enjoyed because 
it was my best subject, and a PE class in the 
gymnasium. I giggled girlishly with my friends as 
usual as we changed and compared our developing 
bodies: I put out of my mind the secret knowledge of 
what girls could _really_ do to each other which I had 
learnt so dramatically the night before! But I made 
excuses to my friends and did not accept their 
invitations to join them as usual after school, 
explaining - quite truthfully - that we had a visitor 
at home whom I had to help look after.

The house was empty when I returned: Reina was not yet 
back. I thought about starting the bath for us both, 
but then decided to make do with the shower. I put my 
schoolbooks neatly on my desk - there was no need to 
think about homework till Sunday evening - stripped 
off my school uniform and wrapped myself loosely in a 
_yukata_. On my way to the bathroom I opened my 
mother's dressing-table and took one of the disposable 
razors she occasionally used on her arms and legs. I 
had something I very much wanted to do!

After washing myself in the shower I soaped myself 
between my legs, sat down on one of the little stools, 
and set to work with the razor to remove every trace 
of hair. It was more difficult than I had expected: 
there were so many strange crevices and bumps there, 
and of course I had to be very careful not to cut 
myself! But at last I managed it, washed myself again 
thoroughly and explored the whole area with my 
fingers. It felt smooth and nice. When I was dry I 
wrapped the razor in some tissues and buried it 
carefully in the kitchen rubbish bag. Then I returned 
to my mother's dressing-table and used a little of her 
skin-cream to make my crotch feel fresh and silky 
smooth. That felt very nice! I knew what I wanted to 
do next and lay down on the _tatami_ in my little 
room. I didn't bother to spread out the _futon_: the 
firm and slightly rough feel of the rice-straw matting 
added to the pleasure I was feeling. I was experienced 
at masturbation, of course: we girls secretly 
exchanged tips at school and there were often useful 
advice articles in the magazines we shared. I had only 
my fingers to pleasure myself with. I knew there were 
rather thrilling toys which girls could use to 
increase their gratification but I didn't have any - I 
couldn't afford them and had nowhere to hide them. But 
my expert fingers, combined with the excitement of 
what I had been doing to myself and the thrill of the 
unknown evening ahead, soon brought me to a high pitch 
of sexual enjoyment. In the privacy of my room I 
didn't have to worry about anyone seeing or hearing 
me, and I was soon whimpering and rolling from side to 
side.

I was so preoccupied that I did not hear the street 
door open, and it was only when I heard Reina's voice 
from the other side of the paper _fusuma_ partition 
calling gently "Saa-chan! Are you in there?" that I 
realised she was home. I quickly scrambled to my feet, 
rearranged my _yukata_ and joined her with many 
flustered apologies. Of course she knew what I had 
been doing!

"That's all right, dear!" she said kindly. "I'm glad 
you are enjoying yourself - and getting in the mood 
for this evening."

I blushed. In my masturbation fantasy I had been 
dreaming, as I stroked my clitoris, plunged my fingers 
into my wet pussy and pinched my erect nipples, about 
the evening ahead. Of course I had no idea, really, of 
what would happen to me or where Reina was planning to 
take me, but I was already deeply aroused at the 
thought of expanding my sexual education under her 
affectionate care.

"I must take a shower," she said. "It's been a hard 
day at the studio! While I'm gone, you can be looking 
at the clothes I've brought for you."

She handed me a white carrier bag. Even before looking 
inside, my attention was caught by the elegant black 
logo: a stylised image of a Japanese girl's 
long-lashed eyes looking through a mask. Beside her 
was the word "Restraint" in Roman letters and the 
Japanese equivalent "Resutoreinto" in _katakana_.

"Is that the name of your studio?" I asked shyly.

"Oh, no - it's a bag from a shop where I buy things. 
[1] The dress I've brought you comes from the costume 
department at my studio."

"Ooh! Are you sure it will fit?"

"Of course! I've held you in my arms enough to know 
your size. But I've brought several pairs of shoes - 
all the same, but in different sizes, just in case."

She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me to 
investigate the bag's contents. The main item was a 
lovely little dress in a pale blue material, slinky 
and shimmering. I at once slipped off my _yukata_ and 
held the dress against my naked body. It felt 
wonderfully stimulating - oh, I did so hope it would 
fit! I tried to examine myself in the mirror of my 
mother's dressing-table. It seemed terribly - 
wonderfully - short. There was a tiny silver panty in 
the bag, and three identical pairs of silver 
high-heeled shoes in slightly different sizes. The 
heels seemed dreadfully high: would I be able to 
manage them?

The _fusuma_ slid open and Reina returned, her body 
fragrant with scent and covered loosely by her 
_yukata_.

"Now, let me look at you," she said. "Oh, yes - well 
done!" She was looking at my crotch and saw at once 
that I had shaved off the little fuzz of hair of 
which, until she instructed me better, I had been so 
proud. "Let me check!" She reached for me and her 
long, sensitive fingers stroked and probed, sending 
lovely shivers through my whole body. "Yes, very good! 
As smooth as anything. You must keep it like that. At 
least for the time being. The sweetest little _paipan_ 
I've ever known."

"_Paipan_?" I asked uncertainly.

"Yes - you play mah-jong don't you? That's the name of 
the tile with nothing written on it: perfectly smooth, 
you see, and pale ivory. Just like you!"

Her fingers had left my crotch and were now gently 
holding my chin. She leant forward and kissed me 
tenderly on my lips. Another tremor of lovely 
sensation passed through me. Would there be time ...? 
I wondered hopefully. Alas, no.

"Let's get started," she said in a practical tone. 
"You've found the panties, have you?" She picked up 
the little scrap of silver cloth with the four long 
narrow ties in some transparent material. "You're so 
pretty it's almost a shame to cover you!" she said 
with a return to her girlish, flirtatious manner. "But 
I think we must ... to begin with at least ..." she 
added in a private murmur, as she helped me fix the 
little triangle over my shaven cleft and showed me how 
to tie the long strings on each hip with the bows 
neatly even and the ends of the strings dangling 
elegantly. She tilted the dressing-table mirror so I 
could admire myself. Then I turned round and looked 
over my shoulder as best I could: the back of the 
panty, as it rose between my buttocks, was so narrow 
and the strings holding it were so nearly invisible 
that I was virtually naked. Of course I had worn 
t-back panties before, but never as glamorous and 
exciting as this. Certainly there would be nothing to 
stop my bottom feeling the enticing contact of the 
lovely slinky material of my dress. I wondered what it 
would feel like to wear it with nothing at all 
underneath ... There was certainly no question of 
wearing a bra: the back of the dress, as I now stepped 
into it, pulled it up and let it mould itself against 
me, was very low and the divided halter-neck front 
only partly covered my breasts. Reina helped me tie 
the two little strings in a neat bow behind my neck. 
Again I examined myself in the dressing-table mirror. 
My firm new breasts seemed to want to push through the 
thin material. I was pleased that they had grown 
enough to do that. I experimented with the bow, 
loosening it so that my breasts were less firmly 
covered.

"Yes, dear, I know what you're thinking!" said Reina.

"I wasn't thinking anything ..." I said lamely.

"Oh, yes, you were. Or should have been. It _would_ be 
nice to wear the halter-neck loosely, so that men's 
hands can easily slide in and pleasure you. You enjoy 
having them stroked, don't you?" I blushed and looked 
down, remembering the agreeable fumbling of the boys 
whose cocks I so enjoyed stroking and sucking. "I'm 
sure your breasts are very sensitive," she went on. 
"So they should be when they are still growing like 
yours are - and if they get a lot of stroking they'll 
retain their sensitivity. But for tonight I think you 
will look even nicer in that dress if it is as tight 
as you can make it. Like a second skin." She retied 
the bow firmly as she spoke. "Now we must do your 
hair," she said.

"Oh ... how should I wear it? Hanging loosely down my 
back? I hadn't thought of anything else."

"Oh no - something tidier than that, so it doesn't 
cover your back too much." She considered for a 
moment. "I'd like to see you with a sort of 
innocent-but-provocative look. Yes, a thick braid 
would be nice. Turn round and kneel down."

I obeyed her and was at once rewarded by the sensuous 
feel of a brush passing repeatedly through my long 
hair. After about twenty strokes Reina was satisfied, 
divided my hair into three tresses and braided them 
together. She tied the end and added a little silver 
bow: I could feel it tickling my back just above the 
low waist of my dress.

"Very nice!" she said, admiring her handiwork. "Now I 
must get ready myself."

"Oh! What are you going to wear? I'm longing to see - 
I'm sure you'll be so beautiful! Much more beautiful 
than I could ever be ..." I added sadly.

"You'll see. But you must try on those shoes. Not 
here, of course ..." she gestured at the _tatami_ 
floor "... but there's carpet in the other room. Try 
them on there. Decide which pair fits you best."

I took the shoes into the living area and left her to 
her own preparations. I laid the three pairs out in a 
row on the carpet and examined them. They were 
identical except in size: strappy silver sandals with 
high slender heels. I decided to try on the 
middle-sized ones. As I had feared, the heels were 
difficult to manage and I had to hang on to the backs 
of the chairs as I practiced taking little steps from 
one side of the carpet to the other. But I gradually 
found the trick of it - my calf muscles were already 
aching slightly but that didn't matter: it was worth 
it, even without a mirror I could see that my legs, 
stretched by being forced onto high tiptoes, looked 
slimmer and more elegant than they could ever do in my 
practical school shoes. And the teetering pose gave me 
a strange, pleasant feeling. The shoes I had chosen 
fitted well but - just as an experiment - I took them 
off and tried the smallest pair. Ooh yes: the pleasant 
feeling was made all the stronger by the constriction, 
and my feet looked so much prettier! Before I could 
change my mind, I took the shoes I had chosen to the 
entrance hall where they would be ready to step into 
when we were ready to leave, and placed them there 
beside a very elegant pair of silver boots.

The boots reminded me that I was longing to see what 
Reina had chosen to wear for our exciting evening out 
together. As I returned to the living area she was 
standing there waiting for me, wearing black fishnet 
tights and body-stocking. Over them she wore a bikini 
bra in a shiny black material, and matching shorts. 
They were tight enough not to need a belt to hold them 
up, but she was wearing one just for decoration: a 
series of black squares each decorated with a silver 
_Playboy_ rabbit, and held together with silver 
chains. Nothing else except long silver gloves which I 
could tell were intended to match the boots waiting 
for her at the entrance. Her long bleached hair 
tumbled down her back in waves. She looked so 
beautiful and sophisticated! I gazed at her in 
adoration.

"You look wonderful!" I said.

"Oh, thank you ..." she said, accepting my worship 
casually.

"So much more sophisticated than I do," I said. "Will 
I be able to look like you ... one day?"

"Oh, yes," she said, still casual. "But just now you 
look so nice as you are: innocent, young and very 
provocative."

"Provocative?" I asked anxiously.

"Yes. Sexy but looking as if you aren't aware just how 
sexy. You'll be a success, where we're going. You'll 
see." She put her head on one side and looked at me 
critically. "I think you could manage a little more 
make-up, without spoiling the innocent look. Hold 
still."

She opened her handbag and took out a lipstick. To my 
delight it was the petunia shade she liked and which I 
had so admired. I parted my lips a little and she 
applied it for me.

"Now, it would be fun to show off on the subway like 
this, and see what happened, but I think it would be 
better to wear something on top. Go and get a light 
coat or something."

I had only the raincoat I wore over my school uniform 
on wet days and felt very dowdy beside Reina in her 
fashionable long coat: she wore it belted tight round 
her waist but otherwise open so that her beautiful 
legs showed as she walked. Of course the men on the 
subway train looked at her and paid no attention to 
me. But I consoled myself with her promise that I 
would be a success, where we were going ... wherever 
that was.


It was a sort of basement restaurant, or cafe, or bar, 
or club in one of the big buildings in the area round 
Shinjuku Station. A young man greeted Reina and was 
polite to me, and took our coats. Reina then led the 
way into the main room. I had never been in an 
establishment like this before, and looked around 
excitedly. There were chairs arranged at round tables 
in the centre of the room. The lighting was low but 
coloured spotlights swung to and fro across the 
seating area. There seemed to be a lot of men and a 
few girls, and most of the seats were taken. Reina 
made straight for a bar which occupied the whole of 
one side of the room, higher than the seating area and 
better lit. The barman welcomed her by name and she 
introduced me as her cousin. Instead of trying to find 
room at one of the tables, Reina sat on one of the 
tall stools by the bar, and motioned me to do the 
same. The stools were made of some kind of silvery 
metal and she looked wonderfully glamorous sitting 
there with her long legs crossed: in contrast with the 
discreet lighting in most of the room, the spots 
shining on the bar were bright without being intrusive 
and showed her lovely figure perfectly, her shiny 
black bra and pants shimmering whenever she moved. I 
felt very dowdy in comparison and rather shy. Sitting 
there on her high stool beside the raised and brightly 
lit bar, she at once attracted attention; but I soon 
noticed that when men had finished looking her over 
their eyes moved to me and seemed to like what they 
saw. I copied Reina, crossing my legs. Knowing that I 
was being looked at made me wriggle slightly and the 
sparkling material of my pale blue dress glittered in 
the lights shining on me. I soon began to enjoy myself 
and feel more confident. Perched on the high bar-stool 
I found that my little skirt rode up and I couldn't 
help offering my admirers glimpses of my tiny silver 
panties. I enjoyed that too. I swung one foot in its 
high silver shoe. I was glad I had chosen to wear the 
smallest pair. Somehow it made me feel glamorous - 
even naughty in a nice way.

"Lovely to see you again, Reina-san," said the barman. 
"It's been a while. Sayaka-san's new here, isn't 
she?" He turned to me. "I hope you'll become one of 
our regulars. It's a treat to see a beautiful 
newcomer." I blushed and looked down. I wasn't shy or 
embarrassed at his compliment: it was rather that I 
wasn't sure how to manage the strange sensations I was 
feeling. "So, what will it be? On the house of course, 
to celebrate your first time."

"I'll have a whisky _mizuwari_," said Reina. 
"Half-and half, and just a little ice. And," she went 
on firmly, "you can give her a fruit-juice cocktail 
with just half a measure - _half_, mind - of vodka."

The barman poured Reina's whisky from a bottle with an 
elaborate label - perhaps, I thought, it was one of 
the expensive single malts I had seen advertised - and 
added a little ice and water. My drink came in a big 
mixer glass with lots of ice and a pretty paper 
umbrella. When Reina raised her glass I did the same 
and took a sip from mine. The drink had a slightly 
strange taste and by the second or third sip I could 
feel all through me a kind of tingling excitement. I 
didn't know what was going to happen that evening but 
whatever it was I was ready for it - I wanted to 
experience it.

"Make it last," said Reina with a kindly smile.

There was a sudden change of atmosphere in the room. 
The lights began to dim and I could tell, even without 
checking, that people were no longer looking at me as 
I sat displayed on my high stool. I felt a strange 
mixture of relief and disappointment. The barman 
dimmed the spots in the bar area.

"Here we go!" he said. "It's a new girl. New since you 
were last here, anyway, Reina-san. Only just sixteen 
and very keen. The customers like her. I think you 
will too."

The end wall of the room was covered by a curtain. I 
hadn't paid much attention to it, but now the curtain 
began to part in the middle and pull open, revealing a 
little stage or platform. As the lights went up and 
shone brightly on the stage I saw that a girl was 
standing there. From where I was sitting on my high 
stool at the raised bar I had a clear view of her: she 
was about my age, I thought, or a little older, and 
was dressed like me in a tight sparkling halter-neck 
dress with a tiny skirt and very high heels - like 
mine except that hers was black. Fast music was 
playing and she began to dance: as she twisted round I 
saw that she was wearing a bra under her backless 
dress - an odd thing to do, I thought.

She danced vigorously around the stage, showing 
herself off to the audience, and then standing with 
her legs wide apart as she rotated her upper body, 
making her long hair swing round and round. After a 
few minutes she stopped, stood with her back to the 
audience, pulled her hair round to her front and began 
to play with the bow holding up her dress. Gradually 
she pulled the two ends apart until the front of her 
dress fell! Now I understood why she was wearing a bra 
underneath. She turned and faced the audience, 
wriggling her hips while her hands slowly eased her 
tight dress down over them. At last it fell to the 
floor. While the audience clapped she stepped out of 
the dress, bent to pick it up in an elegant gesture, 
and tossed it to one side so that it was hidden by the 
curtain.

She looked wonderfully beautiful standing there on the 
stage under the bright lights in her little silver 
bikini, swaying from side to side in time to the 
music. It didn't seem to bother her at all that 
everyone in the room was gazing at her and admiring 
her. I felt very envious: I was sure I could never 
look so beautiful and confident! Then she began to 
dance again. The music was louder and faster now, and 
she seemed to enter a world of her own as she danced 
with her eyes almost closed, running her hands up and 
down her body.

Suddenly - oh, my goodness! - while she had her back 
to the audience again she started to pull apart the 
little bows holding up her bra. When they were fully 
undone and dangling loose, she turned to face us 
again, one hand holding the bra against herself so 
that it just hid her breasts. But only for a few 
moments. Soon her hand fell and dropped the little 
bra, and we could all see her nakedness. Oh, how 
lovely she looked!

But that was not all. As she danced on, still seeming 
to dance for herself alone and not for all of us 
watching her, her fingers began to play with the bows 
of her little silver panties. Oh, yes! Oh, yes 
_please_! Everyone in the room wanted her to remove 
them and let us all enjoy her complete nudity - I 
wanted it as much as anyone! [2] I was leaning forward 
on my stool, gazing at her and longing for her to do 
it for us. For _me_. Suddenly I realised that I was so 
involved in the girl's dance that my hands were 
vigorously stroking my own breasts through the cloth 
of my dress. Had anyone noticed? The barman had - he 
was smiling at me but discreetly looked away when I 
caught his eye. I picked up my glass and took a long 
sip of the fruit-juice to steady myself. Again I felt 
that slightly bitter taste on my tongue and a strange 
tingling flooded through me, stimulating me.

I looked at the girl again. She had almost finished 
pulling the little bows apart. Then, as she had done 
with the bra, she held the panties loosely across 
herself with one hand - and then slowly let them drop 
and tossed them aside. She was now standing there for 
us all to see and enjoy, completely nude. Oh, she was 
so beautiful! I had seen school-friends naked when 
changing for gym class, and they often looked enviably 
pretty, but this girl's high-heeled shoes made all the 
difference, stretching her and forcing her onto her 
highest tip-toes. From my vantage-point at the bar, 
and with the bright lights falling on her, I could see 
that, like me - yes, like _me_! - she was completely 
hairless. _Paipan_, Reina had said. And Reina had been 
right: the sweet nakedness of her crotch made her even 
lovelier. And even more desirable. Even I, a girl, 
could see that, and feel it. I could tell that my 
hands were now on their way to stroke and tease my own 
crotch, but I stopped them, clenching them together on 
my lap.

The girl started dancing again. Then she was down on 
her knees. _Her_ hands were stroking and teasing _her_ 
crotch, as mine so wanted to do. Now she was on her 
back on the stage, her knees up and wide apart, 
showing her glistening pussy to the audience as her 
fingers probed, stroked, pinched ... brought her to an 
ecstasy which I could imagine, and share. Even over 
the loud music and the cheers of the audience her 
cries of joy were clearly audible. She raised her hips 
off the floor and, supported only by her feet and her 
shoulders, thrust her fingers deep, deep into her 
love-hole. "Oh, oh ... help me ... oh, I'm coming!" 
she screamed as the curtain slowly closed.

As the lights came up in the bar area I could hardly 
remember where I was. I almost thought I was lying on 
my own _futon_, masturbating as I often did - though 
not as skilfully as the girl had done on stage for us 
all to share her enjoyment.

"Yes, she's good. Very good," Reina was saying. "Did 
you enjoy that, Saa-chan?"

I nodded. I could not trust myself to speak. She leant 
towards me and spoke softly and confidentially.

"Don't you admire her? She's only a little older than 
you." I could still say nothing. "Would you like to do 
that?" She waited for a moment. "You would, wouldn't 
you? You know you'd like to. Just say yes, and leave 
everything to me."

I stared at her, still unable to trust myself to 
speak. It wasn't that I was embarrassed at the idea of 
being naked in front of other people. I had been naked 
- or nearly - with the boys whose cocks I so enjoyed 
sucking and stroking. I was simply paralysed by what I 
had seen, by what I had _shared_ with the girl on 
stage. And something deep inside me knew that from 
this moment my life would never be the same again. At 
last, and with a great effort, I forced my lips to 
utter a silent "yes."

Reina smiled, patted me on the cheek and pulled away 
from me. I looked out into the main room, towards the 
stage, without really seeing anything. Suddenly I 
realised that two people were coming towards me, 
making their way along the narrow open strip which ran 
along the front of the bar where we were sitting. One 
of them was the girl who had performed on stage, still 
exquisitely nude. The man with her had his left arm 
round her waist and as they came closer I saw that she 
had her right arm across his back, her hand on his 
shoulder. They passed close but did not look at me: 
they had eyes only for each other. They moved on 
towards the entrance area of the establishment and 
disappeared from view. How wonderful, I thought 
longingly, to have such self-confidence - to be able 
to show oneself off in public like that without a 
scrap of embarrassment! And she was only a little 
older than me ...

"Lucky girl!" said Reina. "She's off to have her 
reward. The beginning of it, anyway."

I shifted on my stool, and suddenly realised that I 
was uncomfortably wet.

"I must ... go to, you know ..." I managed to say.

"Of course. Here, you'll want this."

Reina reached into her handbag and passed me a little 
packet of wet-wipes. I stood up, pulled down the hem 
of my skirt as well as I could, and set off unsteadily 
in the direction the loving couple had taken. I 
assumed that the rest-rooms must be off the entrance 
lobby. The young man who had welcomed us was still 
standing behind the reception desk: he guessed at once 
what I wanted and directed me with a friendly smile to 
the correct door. There was no sign of the beautiful 
naked girl and her lover.

There was no one else in the rest-room, but to be safe 
I went into one of the stalls and locked the door. I 
pulled up my skirt and removed my panties. They were 
completely soaked! What had happened? Juice dripped 
from my pussy when I was aroused of course, I knew 
that, but even in bed the previous night with Reina I 
had never known anything as copious as this. I had 
been unconsciously stroking myself while watching the 
beautiful girl dance naked: had that been enough to 
produce such a flow? Or had the mere thought of such a 
wonderful sexual display - of perhaps, one day, being 
permitted to do what she had done before an admiring 
audience - been so arousing as to make my pussy flood 
with juice?

I put the little panty down on the lavatory cistern to 
think about later. I tore open Reina's packet of 
wet-wipes and began to clean myself. Ah, that was 
better! Not sticky and uncomfortable any more: I began 
to feel cool, fresh and lightly scented. I pulled my 
skirt down again and peered cautiously out of the 
door. Still no one. I took the panty over to one of 
the basins and rinsed it thoroughly. I tried to dry it 
with one of the hand-dryers, but soon realised that 
would take ages. What should I do? I couldn't put the 
wet panty on again: that would make me feel as 
uncomfortable as before. Could I - dared I - manage 
without it? I used the last of the wet-wipes, making 
myself as fresh and dry as possible, then dropped the 
wrappings in the waste-bin. I squeezed out the panty 
as tightly as possible, tied it into a little package 
with the strings that had held it up round my hips, 
then ventured back into the lobby. I walked carefully, 
as upright as I could, afraid that every step would 
reveal my shameful nakedness to everyone. But no, I 
told myself, it wasn't really shameful: just private 
and somehow rather thrilling, and thanks to the 
wet-wipes (or was there some other reason?) I felt 
fresh and strangely at ease.

The young man at the reception desk was speaking 
softly on the telephone and tapping information into 
his computer. I hesitated a moment. There was another 
door opening off the lobby on the side opposite the 
rest-rooms. I could hear sounds from behind it. Surely 
that was the voice of the lovely girl who had stripped 
for us - and for herself - on stage? She seemed to be 
crying and moaning as she had done when she 
masturbated, but with greater urgency and intensity. I 
could also make out another sound, a sort of rhythmic 
rustling, and wondered what it was. But before I could 
think further the young man stood up quickly, put down 
his phone and politely ushered me back into the main 
room.

Walking carefully upright, I rejoined Reina at the 
bar. Some men had joined her, and she was talking 
cheerfully to them and had no time to bother about me. 
I scrambled onto my stool and did my best to pull my 
miniskirt down over my bare bottom. I crossed my legs 
and hoped I was hiding my nakedness. I put the little 
silver bundle I was clutching down on the bar, trying 
to hide it discreetly behind a container of paper 
napkins. My throat felt dry and I looked round for my 
glass. The ice had melted, leaving it half full of a 
mixture of fruit-juice and ice-water. I gulped the 
cold liquid down gratefully, and then felt a little 
giddy from the remnants of the vodka Reina - I now 
remembered - had allowed me. I clutched the cool glass 
against my breasts and closed my eyes. At once the 
lovely naked girl and her attentive companion appeared 
to me. This time, as she passed me, the girl looked up 
at me and said in the most beautiful voice I had ever 
heard: "Of _course_ you can do it! You know you want 
to do it! Come and join us - be one of us!"

Then I heard Reina's voice saying, "Saa-chan! Are you 
all right?"

I opened my eyes and shook my head to clear away the 
wonderful vision. As I turned towards her on my stool 
I could feel that my pussy was damp again - but at 
least I didn't have the discomfort of a scrap of 
soaking wet cloth pressing against me.

"I'm fine!" I said.

"Good! I was worried about you. I want you to meet 
some friends of mine."

There were three men gathered around Reina's barstool: 
two Japanese and a tall _gaijin_. The Japanese were 
both wearing roll-neck pullovers and smart jackets; 
the _gaijin_ was more casually dressed in open-necked 
shirt and slacks. I waved at them with a cute smile: I 
didn't want to scramble down off my stool and bow 
formally to them: that would risk - no, more than risk 
- letting them glimpse my nakedness. The two Japanese 
men smiled slightly and nodded, while the _gaijin_ 
came over to join me.

"Hi! My name's Bob," he said. "That's a very pretty 
dress you're wearing."

I was flustered. I wasn't accustomed to being praised 
by strange men, and I had never met a _gaijin_ 
socially before. Fortunately he seemed to be able to 
speak Japanese, even though he sounded strange.

"Thank you," I said politely. "Are you American?" Most 
_gaijin_ were, I knew.

"Yes, I am. I'm a journalist, a writer. What is your 
name?"

"I am called Sayaka."

"Sayaka-san. That's a nice name. But I expect your 
friends call you by a nickname?"

"Yes, I am usually called Saa-chan."

"And how old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"Really? I thought you must be older. You look so 
sophisticated."

I blushed and could think of nothing to say.

"Is Reina-san your friend?"

"My cousin. She is older than me. And _much_ more 
sophisticated! I have never been to a place like this 
before."

Bob was standing very close to me now, one hand 
resting on the back of my stool. He wasn't quite 
touching me, but the thought that he might made my 
skin tingle. His eyes had left my face and were 
looking down at my breasts, only partly covered by my 
dress. I could feel his glance as distinctly as if he 
were stroking me. It made me feel confused and 
awkward; but at the same time it made me wish I had 
tied the strings of my halter-top more loosely. After 
all, I thought, my breasts are rather nice: firm and 
plump. Boys have admired them, stroked them, kissed 
them, even spurted their hot cum over them which was 
rather thrilling ... Then Reina called across to me 
and the moment of intimacy passed.

"Saa-chan! We're thinking of going on somewhere else. 
Are you ready?"

I had to climb down off my stool now. In my effort to 
keep my thighs together I was clumsy and Bob took my 
arm to steady me. It felt rather wonderful but I had 
no time to think about that now. I turned towards the 
bar, ready to pick up the little bundle I had 
discreetly left there. To my horror it had vanished. 
What was I to do now?

The barman noticed my distress and came towards me.

"Wasn't there ... I left a little ... there was 
something I put down here ..." I stammered.

"Oh yes," he said casually. "Your panties, wasn't it? 
I'm so sorry - I cleared them away. Did you want 
them?"

"Well, I ..."

"Lots of girls leave their underwear lying around 
here, and they never normally want it back, so I just 
clear it away so as to keep the bar tidy. I'm sorry - 
I didn't know. Shall I look in the bin and see if I 
can find it?"

"Saa-chan - are you ready?" said Reina's voice. It was 
too late now.

"No, it's all right ... it doesn't matter," I said.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening," said the barman with 
a friendly and rather knowing smile.

What else could I say? Bob was still standing close to 
me and he had thought me sophisticated: I didn't want 
him to see that I wasn't after all! Of course he had 
heard the barman talking about girls losing their 
underwear and not wanting it back, about how that was 
a normal thing at this bar. Now he knew that I was 
wearing nothing under my dress, that I had removed my 
panty of my own free will, that I actually _wanted_ to 
be naked - and yes, yes, I _did_! The lovely nude girl 
had told me that just now as she passed with her 
lover. Had she really spoken to me or had I dreamt it? 
It didn't matter. She was right. I was nude under my 
little dress and that was what I wanted. I knew it and 
Bob knew it. This shared knowledge was making a bond 
between us but was also making me giddy with 
excitement. Or was that just the vodka I had drunk? As 
we moved away from the bar he took me by the elbow, 
then put his arm gently round me, played with the end 
of my long braid for a few moments, and stroked my 
bare back. Already we had entered on a new level of 
intimacy. Where was it leading me? I looked up at him 
anxiously, my lips parted.

We returned to the street with Reina and one of the 
Japanese in front, the other Japanese man close behind 
them and Bob and me following. I forced myself to walk 
normally: the cool evening air flirted with my naked 
pussy, drying the liquid which had dripped from it, 
making it tremble with - with what? We stopped by a 
big car parked in a side-street. I suddenly remembered 
something.

"We've forgotten our coats!" I said anxiously.

"So we have!" said Reina. "Well, never mind. We won't 
need them. They'll be safe where they are, and we can 
pick them up another time."

"But ..."

It was all right for Reina, I thought, who probably 
had lots of clothes. But I would need my coat for 
school and would not be able to stop worrying about 
it. _When_ could we come back for it? I didn't know 
what Reina had planned for the rest of the weekend. 
Fortunately Bob understood.

"I'll go back and get them," he said quickly.

I looked up at him gratefully.

"No, I'll go," said one of the Japanese men. "You get 
the girls into the car."

The second man unlocked the car and climbed in behind 
the wheel. Reina got into the front passenger seat, 
while Bob guided me into the middle of the back seat 
and sat on my right. The other man returned, tossed 
our coats into the trunk, and got in beside me. The 
car was comfortable but it was a bit of a squash for 
the three of us in the back. I couldn't help touching 
the two men on either side of me. Soon Bob had his 
hand on my right thigh. I knew I ought to have moved 
away but there was no room - and anyway it felt too 
good to object!

"Are you comfortable, Saa-chan?" he asked gently.

"Oh, yes ... where are we going?"

"Don't worry: you'll enjoy it. I don't suppose you've 
been to a love-hotel before, have you? But of course 
Reina has, she goes to them often."

That made it all right. She would look after me. 
Suddenly we turned down a dark side-street and made a 
rapid right turn down the slope into the basement of 
an anonymous building. There were rows of parked cars, 
but the driver soon found an empty space. When we had 
all climbed out, he pulled a chain across the back of 
the car and hooked it to the other side of the space 
so that a wooden board hid the car's number-plate.

"Just for privacy," said Bob, who noticed my interest. 
"In case anyone wants to know who's parked here."

He took our coats from the trunk and carried them over 
his arm as we walked across the garage into a lobby. I 
would have liked to be wearing my coat: I was still 
trying hard to keep my skirt as far down my thighs as 
possible and was very worried that it had ridden up as 
I sat in the back of the car and allowed my new 
friends to guess at my secret nakedness! But somehow I 
was torn between embarrassment and pride at being so 
blatantly sexy in my little dress. In any case it 
would surely be unsophisticated to wear my coat over 
it.

In the lobby was a big board with pictures of 
different hotel rooms, most of them dark but some 
illuminated. The others discussed which room to choose 
while I waited to be told what to do.

"Better not too elaborate," I heard Reina say. "No 
special theme, this time at least. She's not, you 
know, familiar with ..."

"All right," said one of the Japanese. "I guess 
they're all well equipped, anyway. How about this 
one?"

No one objected, so he inserted his credit card into a 
slot and pressed numbered buttons. After a moment one 
of the pictures went dark and the elevator doors 
opened. When we reached our floor there were two doors 
facing us. He swiped his card through the lock 
mechanism of the door on the right and turned the 
handle.

As I followed the others in I found myself in a large 
but otherwise normal looking L-shaped hotel room with 
a bathroom to one side of the entrance. As the lights 
came on, and discreet background music began to play, 
I saw that the bed was enormous and there were also a 
large couch and a couple of armchairs. There was a 
refrigerator in one corner and a sort of sideboard 
containing glasses and with some items I could not 
quite see laid out on the top.

Bob dropped our coats onto a corner of the couch. The 
three men took off their jackets and added them to the 
pile, and kicked off their shoes. Reina stood in the 
centre of the room, raised her arms above her head, 
tossed her long wavy hair back and stretched.

"Oh, I'm ready!" she said, "I've been ready for 
_hours_!"

One of the Japanese men stood behind her, his arms 
holding her and his hands cupping her breasts through 
the shiny black material of her bra. The other man 
stood in front of her and kissed her on the mouth. She 
let her arms fall onto his shoulders and stroked the 
back of his neck as her hands pulled him closer to 
her. She paused a moment, smiled and then returned his 
kiss.

"Help me undress," she said coquettishly when at last 
their lips parted again.

I watched with a sort of fascinated envy as the man 
standing behind her unhooked her bra and the one who 
had kissed her knelt and began to undo the belt and 
zipper of her tight shorts. Then Bob put his arms 
round me and I had no attention to spare for Reina.

Of course I had practiced kissing often enough with 
the boys, and girls, at our sessions after class at 
school but Bob was showing me things I had never 
learned before. At first he just kissed me lightly on 
the lips, and that was nice; but then his tongue was 
opening my mouth and was pushing my tongue back as it 
explored inside me and our saliva blended and mingled, 
and he had one hand on the back of my head and the 
other on my bottom pressing me against his crotch and 
making my treacherous little skirt ride up my thighs 
and over my bottom, and I did what Reina had done and 
put my arms round his shoulders and with one hand 
stroked the back of his neck and I wanted it to last 
for ever but I was gasping for breath ... and then we 
were together again and my skirt was even higher and 
his hand was stroking my naked bottom and he was 
sucking my tongue into his mouth and I was doing what 
he had done to me and exploring his mouth and the 
thrilling taste of the whisky he had drunk ... at last 
we pulled apart and he turned me round in his arms and 
then when I felt him stroking my naked breasts I 
realised the hand that had been behind my neck had 
pulled apart the bow holding up my dress without my 
knowing it ... and then one of his hands moved down my 
body and pulled my skirt up round my waist and ... and 
... his fingers began, oh so beautifully and so 
gently, to explore the cleft between my legs ...

"Oh, it's lovely," I said, "don't stop ... but I'm 
afraid I'm dripping again ..."

I suddenly realised I had given myself away by saying 
"again".

"Don't worry," I heard him say, "I love it when you do 
that."

And then his fingers were probing more deeply, my 
wetness lubricating them as they began to plunge into 
my pussy and even to tickle my anus, setting off great 
spasms of pleasure all over me, and his other hand 
stroked my sensitive breasts so nicely, and gave me 
another kind of spasm by occasionally pinching my hard 
nipples.

"Don't stop!" I begged.

But at last he let go of me, leaving me panting with 
desire for yet more of this wonderful pleasure.

"Let me see you take your dress off," he said as he 
sat down in one of the armchairs.

Well, I was nearly naked already, with the top of my 
dress hanging loose and exposing my breasts. I 
remembered vividly the lovely girl who had taken off 
her dress on stage earlier in the evening, and how 
much I had wanted to do what she had done. Well, now 
was my chance!

I tried to recall how she had done it. With a little 
smile I straightened my skirt, pulling it down over my 
bottom. I swayed gently in time to the background 
music as I stood in front of Bob, and stroked my 
breasts and pinched my nipples as he had done. Then I 
turned my back and, looking coquettishly over my 
shoulder, reached round and began to slide the zipper 
down my skirt. Then I faced him again and eased the 
skirt slowly ... oh, so slowly ... down my hips as she 
had done. At last the dress fell to the floor. Of 
course unlike her I had no panties to take off. I 
stepped out of the circle of my dress, bent to pick it 
up, and tossed it onto the couch to lie on top of the 
men's jackets.

"There!" I said as I posed shyly, one hand behind my 
head and playing with my braided hair as she had done. 
"That's all I have to take off. I'm sorry. Shall I 
take my shoes off too?"

"No, no!" said Bob. "Certainly not! You look lovely in 
them. A girl should always wear heels when she's 
wearing nothing else."

"Do you think so?" I asked, seriously interested. "We 
don't wear shoes indoors. Or at least ..."

Not in a domestic interior like a bedroom, I meant.

"That's something I never understand about the 
Japanese," he said. "A naked girl looks _much_ sexier 
in high-heels. You look incredibly sexy. Do you enjoy 
being nude?"

"Yes," I said quietly, not giving myself time to be 
shy. "I do."

I blushed and looked down. Of course I had been naked, 
or partly, in my after-school sex sessions, but I had 
never imagined I would enjoy so much being fully naked 
for a strange man to look at. A man I had met less 
than an hour before. But I did. It thrilled me and I 
felt as if I never wanted to be anything else. Once 
again, it was that lovely girl, so happy and beautiful 
showing herself off naked to everyone on the little 
stage, and then more intimately with her adoring 
lover, who had taught me the truth about myself.

"Come over here," said Bob. "No - first let me ..."

He stood up and quickly removed his trousers, then 
unbuttoned and took off his shirt. There was an 
exciting bulge in his underpants, and when he pulled 
them down and stood naked before me the biggest and 
most beautiful cock I had ever seen was pointing 
towards me. I could hardly stop my hands reaching out 
for it, longing to stroke it, to caress it, to adore 
it ...

Bob smiled as he saw my interest.

"See what you've done," he said with a gesture towards 
his erection. "All your fault! Making me want you so 
much."

That was what Reina had said, or nearly: that it was a 
girl's naked beauty that caused a man's cock to become 
big and hard, creating an erection which was then her 
property to use exactly as she wanted.

"Come here!" he said softly.

Again his hands were stroking me, thrilling me, now 
with no clothes or constraint between us.

"Your breasts are very sensitive, aren't they?"

"Yes," I said, blushing.

"They're lovely and firm ... and still growing, I 
think?"

I just looked down shyly. Of course I wanted them to 
grow even bigger: I wanted so much to have beautiful 
firm big, sensitive breasts with elegant, pointed 
nipples like the girls in the _manga_ cartoons. Even 
though I knew they were idealised and had lovely 
figures that no real-life girl could hope to match. 
But a perfect figure like that was still my dream, 
however silly it might seem.

"I think we should decorate these pretty breasts, 
don't you? Would you like that? Now, where did I put 
my jacket?"

From the heap of clothes on the corner of the couch he 
produced something which tinkled prettily. It looked 
like a complicated pair of earrings, tangled together. 
With one hand he took my right nipple and stroked and 
petted it till it was as hard and erect as it could 
possibly be. Then he opened the jaws of a little pair 
of metal pincers and attached them. The pretty 
instrument bit into my nipple, kissing it, stimulating 
it and sending a wave of happiness through me like the 
pleasure I gave myself by squeezing my breasts when I 
masturbated. Only better - _much_ better.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Oh, _yes_! It's _lovely_!" And then, very daring: 
"May I have the other one?"

"Of course."

Again he stroked and petted my nipple and, when he was 
satisfied, attached the second pair of pincers. I let 
out a great sigh of pure happiness.

"Good?"

"Fantastic! I never want to take them off!"

"I don't want you to either. You look so charming 
wearing them. But we can make you even more beautiful. 
Look."

There were tiny holes at the ends of the levers which 
opened and closed the pincers, and Bob carefully 
attached little metal hooks to each one. From the 
hooks hung sweet little silver bells at the end of 
slender chains. Whenever I moved the bells tinkled 
prettily.

"Oh, that really is beautiful!" I said. "But ... can 
the pincers pinch harder?"

To my surprise, instead of replying he took me in his 
arms and kissed me.

"Oh, Saa-chan, you are wonderful!" he said at last. "I 
do love girls like you! Now, let me explain. There are 
lots of different kinds of clamps made to be attached 
to girls' breasts, to make them look beautiful and 
give them lovely feelings. These ones are called 
butterfly clamps. And they have a special feature. 
Look." He hunted again in his jacket pocket and pulled 
out a long silver chain. There was a hook at each end 
which he attached to the mechanism of each clamp: the 
loop dangled against my tummy and tickled me nicely. 
"If you pull the chain it will make the clamps grip 
more tightly. Try it." I did. The lovely feeling 
flooded through me even more strongly. I pulled again. 
"Careful!" he said. "If you pull like that the clamps 
will bite more fiercely, but there's no way of making 
them bite less. Except taking them off and starting 
again, of course."

"Oh, I don't want to do that! I never want to take 
them off!"

"I'm glad. They really look pretty on you. And it's so 
nice to know you're enjoying them so much."

"Oh, I _am_!"

He took me in his arms again, and his fingers stroked 
my achingly sensitive breasts once more before 
returning to my dripping crotch.

"Oh, lovely!" he said. "_Paipan_, nopan [3] ... What I 
love best in all the world. _Pan-pan_ ..."

"It's not the same _pan_, you know," I said seriously, 
anxious to correct his Japanese. "I know it sounds the 
same, but it's different."

"Yes, yes ... just one of my little jokes."

"Oh," I said, not seeing the joke at all. [4]

"Never mind, it's beautiful anyway. Absolutely lovely. 
Do you not grow any hair, or have you shaved it?"

"Well, a little," I admitted, "so I thought I should 
shave it. You do like it shaved, don't you?" I asked 
anxiously.

"I adore it. And thank you. My lovely _roriita_."

Reina had used that word, I remembered, to describe a 
young sexy girl with no hair. He was kneeling in front 
of me now, and began to kiss my pussy. The tip of his 
tongue slid along my cleft, gathering drops of liquid.

"I've never known such a lovely naked pussy. Please 
let me kiss it. You'll enjoy that, won't you? Like 
this ..."

He made me stand with my feet apart, then lay down on 
the floor with his head between them. He reached up 
for my thighs and pulled me down into a kneeling 
position. I could hardly believe he wanted what he 
seemed to want, but his hands were seizing my waist 
now and pulling me into position over his face. Of 
course Reina and I had done something like that to 
each other in bed the previous evening, but could I 
make a man do that to me? Was it allowed?

"That's right, darling ... sit on my face ... yes, oh 
_yes_ ..." I heard him say.

And then I was pressed hard against his open mouth, 
his tongue pushing deeply into my cunt, slurping up my 
liquid, driving me into an ecstasy of delight by 
fucking me as I had never been fucked before. I swayed 
from side to side, the little bells hanging from my 
breasts tinkling and the rapture spreading from my 
crotch blending exquisitely with the bliss from the 
little pincers tightly gripping my nipples.

But then ... oh, but then an awful thing happened. The 
fruit-juice and ice water I had drunk earlier was 
having the inevitable effect on me and the ecstasy 
pounding through me was destroying my self-control. 
Oh, why had I not peed when I had the chance at the 
club? Already I could feel the first drops of pee 
escaping from my bladder and mingling with the thick 
liquid dripping from my cunt. He must have noticed! He 
must be so annoyed with me! Desperately I begged him 
to stop, to release me, to let me rush to the 
bathroom. I felt him release my crotch but only long 
enough to shout out, "Yes, darling! Yes! Oh, let it 
come!" And then his open mouth was firmly clamped 
against me again, his hands still tight round my 
waist, and now his thumbs pressing against my lower 
stomach, forcing my bladder to give way ... I couldn't 
help it. In a mixture of relief and shame I let its 
contents flood into his mouth. I felt his throat 
muscles gulping rhythmically as he drank it down. And 
then I was empty again, and his tongue was slurping up 
and down my crotch, cleaning me, driving me to ever 
greater ecstasy, drawing the thick juice from my cunt. 
I swayed from side to side, moaning and gasping as 
spasms of pleasure chased through me. The pretty 
silver bells hanging from my breasts tinkled in time 
to my movements. I remembered what he had told me, and 
managed to grab the looped chain controlling the 
clamps, pulling it sharply to increase the bliss of my 
tightly gripped nipples. At last the joy was more than 
I could bear and, screaming incoherently, I reached a 
climax - the first true orgasm I had known.

I fell forward onto the carpet, tearing myself away 
from his mouth. I lay there sobbing, my legs tangled 
in his arms, my heart pounding, convinced that I was 
going to die. For a few moments I must have fainted. 
When I returned to life, I was lying in his arms and 
he was stroking me tenderly.

"Oh ... oh ..."

"Yes, darling, I know. Take it easy. There's lots of 
time."

"But ... but I did something terrible. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be silly. You were wonderful."

"But I ..."

"Yes, of course you did. It was lovely."

"Do you really like it when a girl does that?"

"I _adore_ it. From a young girl like you. Young 
Japanese girls' piss is delicious." He laughed. 
"Especially when she mixes it with love-juice like you 
did. Yours is the best I've ever tasted."

"Do all men like ... like it when a girl does that?"

"Not all men. But lots do. It's a good idea to ask 
first."

My heart and breathing were returning to normal. I sat 
up. My hands found my breasts: I discovered that my 
nipple-clamps had been removed.

"But did you enjoy it?" Bob asked.

"It was fantastic. You were wonderful to me. Please 
... please will you do it again?"

"Of course. That and other things. _Lots_ of other 
things."

"I want to do it again and again. And the other 
things, whatever they are. I never want to stop."

"I'm sure you never will. I love girls who never want 
to stop."

I looked down his handsome body, reclining on the 
floor.

"Oh, but ..." I said, conscience-stricken. "You did 
such marvellous things to me, and I still haven't done 
anything to you! Your poor cock ...!"

"Yes, you have darling. You sat on my face the way I 
love. You peed in my mouth and came in my mouth the 
way I adore. And you're just about to do more lovely 
things to me. Just wait and see. Go and have a quick 
wash and then I'll be ready."

As I passed the bed I could see what Reina had been 
doing while I was so preoccupied with the pleasure Bob 
had been giving me. She was lying on her back, her 
legs dangling over the end of the bed while one of the 
two Japanese men stood between them and vigorously 
fucked her cunt. The other man was kneeling beside her 
face as she stroked and sucked his cock. How lovely to 
be taken by two men at once! I thought. Would men want 
to do that to me?

The bathroom was well equipped with toiletries and I 
quickly washed and dried my crotch before scenting it 
lightly with the toilet-water provided. I smoothed the 
big braid hanging down my back and checked that my 
shoes were properly fastened. Yes, I thought, as I 
looked at myself as well as I could in the bathroom 
mirrors, really tall high-heels do a lot for a girl. 
[5] A naked girl. A completely nude girl like me, 
longing for endless sexual pleasure ... I returned to 
Bob, doing my best to take long elegant strides. 
Already I wanted to leave behind me the embarrassed, 
pigeon-toed shuffle of the traditional Japanese girl. 
It didn't go with the sensually aware, sexually active 
me I was trying to create. Reina had finished what she 
had been doing on the bed and disappeared into the 
bathroom as soon as she saw that I had returned.

"May I have my pretty clamps again, please?" I asked 
Bob.

"Of course. Let me help you."

Again I felt the flood of pleasure and happiness 
rising in me like a fountain. I pulled the chain 
hanging from the clamps and felt the flood surge to 
even higher levels.

"I can see you are already addicted to them," said Bob 
with a smile.

"Of course!" I said. "After all, they're doing to me 
what I do myself when I ... you know, do _onani_."

Suddenly I blushed and covered my face with my hands. 
Had I said too much? I hadn't wanted to admit to this 
man - this stranger - that I masturbated. But then, I 
thought, why not? Every girl does: what was there to 
be ashamed of? [6]

"I wish I could watch you when you do that," said Bob. 
"Japanese girls are so charming when they masturbate."

So it had been all right to mention it.

"Now, will you come over here? I want you to help me 
choose some more little toys for us to enjoy 
together."

We moved towards the sideboard with the strange tools 
laid out on the top. Bob picked up a thick, ridged 
dildo in translucent plastic.

"Have you used one of these?" he asked with a gentle 
smile as he handed it to me. "When you do _onani_, I 
mean."

"Well, no," I said, embarrassed at my lack of 
experience. "I know what it is of course. And I'd love 
to try. I expect it's even better than my fingers." 
For a moment I was astonished at myself, feeling able 
to discuss masturbation techniques so frankly with a 
strange man. I was becoming more sophisticated, I 
thought! "But I've nowhere to keep it at home. Hide 
it, I mean."

"That's a pity. Perhaps we can help you. Give you a 
place to experiment in private."

He put his right arm gently round my waist. I suddenly 
remembered the lovely nude girl going off to have such 
a beautiful time - I was sure - with her attentive 
lover. He took the dildo away and handed me something 
else with his left hand. It was about the same size 
and ridged like the dildo but in black. It seemed to 
be folded up or looped together somehow.

"How about one of these? Have you ever experienced 
anything like this?" Bob murmured softly.

"No, I don't think so. What is it? Oh - I see!"

As I held the toy the looped part fell from my fingers 
and thin black strips tumbled to the floor, spreading 
out like a girl's long hair. It was a whip with many 
strands. Was it really a sex-toy? It seemed much more 
an instrument of punishment for a girl who had done 
something terribly naughty. I had seen such things in 
_manga_ cartoons, but always used on the suffering 
heroine by the evil villain.

"No, no ... do you think I would like it?" I asked 
anxiously. "It's very pretty," I added quickly, 
wanting to say something positive.

Bob held my hand so that together we shook the long 
strands gently. They rustled and made abstract 
patterns on the carpet. He took the instrument from 
me, released my waist and held the whip in his two 
hands, stretching it out as far as it would go. Then 
he playfully twisted it round my waist, letting me 
enjoy the strands' pleasant tickle before pulling it 
away from me. The agreeable feeling made me wriggle, 
and the little bells hanging from my nipple-clamps 
began to tinkle. He looped the whip together again, 
took me once more in his free arm and kissed me.

"Yes," he said softly as we came apart, "I think you 
will like it very much."

Our arms round each other, we walked back towards the 
couch. Reina was sitting at one end, her legs crossed, 
wearing only her long silver boots, and smiling at me.

"Is Bob being nice to you?" she asked.

"Oh, yes!" I said. "Very, very nice! Nicer than any 
man has ever been to me before!"

"Than any boy" I should in honesty have said, as my 
experience with grown men was so far limited to those 
who rubbed themselves against my school uniform skirt 
in the subway, imagining I did not understand what 
they were doing.

She looked up at Bob, still holding the toy he had 
chosen, and nodded.

"Come and kneel in front of me here," she instructed 
me.

I knelt looking up at her. He fingers stroked and 
tweaked my breasts, making my bells ring.

"You like wearing these clamps on your breasts?" she 
said.

"Oh yes! You know I do!"

She leant forward and kissed me.

"Then you will like the other little toy Bob has 
chosen for you. Rest your head on my lap."

She stroked my head and neck. She picked up the long 
thick braid of my hair and played with it, using it to 
tickle my back and shoulders.

"Nice?" she said in a teasing voice.

"Mm'mm. Very nice."

Suddenly I was aware of Bob's gentle fingers tickling 
my bottom in unison with Reina's on my neck. It felt 
lovely. And the tickling increased: I could tell that 
he was now using the thin leather strands of the whip 
to increase my pleasure. The strands seemed to fall 
lightly on my bottom, then tickle me delightfully as 
they were slowly withdrawn. They fell again. Then they 
fell a little more heavily, as if they were being 
pulled onto me instead of just falling naturally. 
Reina was tickling and stroking my shoulders, neck and 
breasts more intensively now, and the leather strands 
were falling on me more and more heavily. They began 
to stimulate the backs of my thighs, then moved up to 
pleasure my waist and back before returning to my 
bottom. Bob was whipping me quite hard now and the 
lovely tingling was flooding through me, joining the 
feeling from the nipple-clamps in a single wonderful 
sensation. As the leather strands fell and rose again 
they made a sexy rustling noise. I suddenly remembered 
what I had heard for a few moments from behind the 
door of the private room at the club. Had the 
beautiful naked girl been whipped like this by her 
attentive lover? From the sounds she had been making 
she had liked it! So it must be all right for me to 
take pleasure in it. I imagined her telling me about 
it, urging me to enjoy it as much as she did - just as 
she had shown me how much I longed to share her 
happiness in offering herself nude to an appreciative 
audience.

"Is that nice?" I heard Reina say in her teasing 
voice. "Are you enjoying it?"

"Oh, yes! Yes! More! Oh, harder, please!" I begged.

She stroked my ears and neck, oh so tenderly - the 
contrast with the gently stinging lashes on my bottom 
and thighs added a beautiful piquancy to the mounting 
ecstasy flooding through me. I had never felt anything 
so lovely. Of course I stroked myself in bed, and of 
course we girls did delightful things to each other's 
bottoms and thighs in our after-school sessions. But 
this was new, and wonderful. This was the way I wanted 
to be pleasured from now on - for ever. The loving 
caress of the multiple thin leather lashes was taking 
me to heaven, and I wanted it never to stop.

But then suddenly it did.

"Oh, _no_! Oh, _please_ don't stop! It's so 
wonderful!" I begged in my distress.

"I must have some relief now," I heard Bob's voice 
say. "She's so lovely and pink - I must take her!"

"Oh, you've been so good to me!" I said, 
conscience-stricken. "And I've done nothing for you - 
yes, you must take me, any way you like!"

I felt his fingers gently stroking my bottom and 
opening my pussy and anus - gently, and yet stinging 
my wonderfully sensitised skin with his touch. A 
finger - I suppose it was - entered my pussy. There 
was no resistance: it had been dripping juice in its 
happiness as he whipped me. The finger twisted, probed 
and sent ripples of pleasure through me. His hand 
turned and now two fingers were inside me, moving up 
and down, opening up my love-passage. I was incoherent 
now, screaming and begging into Reina's lap, knowing 
only that I wanted this wonderful intrusion to go on 
for ever.

Suddenly the fingers withdrew, but before I could 
protest I felt something hard and yet supple demand 
entrance. It could only be the head of his longed-for 
cock. I braced myself against Reina who held me firm. 
Past the lips of my pussy it drove, the thick cock 
entering me, deep, oh so deep, until I felt the tickle 
of Bob's pubic hair against my sensitive bottom ... 
for a while the great tube of hard flesh was content 
to stay there, motionless apart from the throbbing of 
his pulse. Then it pulled out a little way and slammed 
back into me. Again. And again. I was screaming 
helplessly now, feeling again that wave of joy 
flooding through me, consuming me, that I had known 
when Bob's wonderful tongue had granted me my first 
true orgasm. It did not last long: the urgency of 
Bob's pent-up lust was too great. After ten or a dozen 
glorious thrusts I felt the cock thicken further as 
the beautiful cream his balls had been making for me 
raced in spasm after spasm along it, bursting deep 
into me.

Gradually my orgasm subsided and I felt him withdraw. 
Reina leant down towards me.

"Tell him to give it to you. To suck. To clean," she 
whispered urgently.

"Oh, please, Bob," I cried out obediently, "let me 
suck it clean for you!"

I pulled away from Reina, crawling a little way from 
the couch. Suddenly Bob was sitting there where she 
had been, holding his dripping cock between two 
fingers. I reached out for it, reverently caressing 
his heavy balls, worshipping his cock with my lips. My 
tongue teased the last drops of white cream from the 
tip, then began to lick the shaft, steadily, slowly, 
pulling it deeper into my mouth. His hands, free from 
the need to hold his cock and protect the carpet from 
drips, now rested on the back of my head, pulling my 
face onto him, holding me where I wanted to be. The 
cock was still hard and demanding. I had expected that 
it would shrink and go slack almost as soon as the 
spurts of cum had finished. That was what happened to 
the pretty boy-cocks I was accustomed to sucking after 
school. But it seemed there was more to come: his 
desire for me was still strong and unsatisfied. I 
stopped just cleaning him and began to suck him in 
earnest. I could tell from his appreciative murmurs 
and the way he was holding my head that I was pleasing 
him. Then I heard him call out, "All right, she's all 
yours! Whip her ... fuck her ...!"

I assumed, if I thought anything, that the two 
Japanese men had recovered from being drained dry by 
Reina and were ready for more. Suddenly I felt again 
the lovely tingling in my bottom and thighs as the 
soft leather lashes began to pleasure them. As I 
sucked Bob's cock and stroked his balls, the whip gave 
me the satisfaction I wanted so badly. After a while 
it stopped but only so that another cock could enter 
my pussy, invading my love-hole, claiming it with the 
slow, steady assault of a lover whose first urgent 
lust has been relieved and is ready for the real 
business of the evening. A faint memory came to my 
mind of Reina being fucked on the bed by two men at 
once, and my wondering whether I would ever be 
desirable enough for two lovers to take together. Now 
I knew the answer: _Yes_! Yes, yes - oh yes!

And not just two - three! For the rest of the evening, 
once I had brought Bob to his second climax and 
swallowed his rich cum, the three men took it in turns 
to whip me, to come in my mouth, and to invade my 
ecstatic, gasping pussy.

In the end, they had to admit they were exhausted and 
spent, and could do no more. I of course could have 
gone on much, much longer - if only there had been 
more men there to want me and love me! I think Reina 
felt the same. After all, she had been very generous 
to me, letting me benefit from the three men's lust 
and, after her first double fuck, demanding none of it 
for herself.

"Time to go!" she said at last. "You must get dressed, 
Saa-chan. Bob will drive us home."

A provocative thought took possession of my mind. 
After all, if we were going home by car and not by 
public transport ...

"Must I?" I asked, rather shyly and tentatively. "It 
feels _so_ much nicer like this ..."

Reina was about to assert her authority, but Bob 
intervened.

"You've acquired a taste for it, have you? Showing 
yourself off nude in front of an audience? Teasing us 
men?"

"Yes, I'm afraid I have," I said with a blush.

"Well, let her stay as she is," said Bob. "She only 
has to go as far as the car, and she has her coat. 
There's hardly likely to be anyone around in the 
garage. And if there is - does it matter in a place 
like this? Why not let her enjoy it if it excites 
her?"

"Oh, all right," said Reina, a bit grumpily I thought. 
She took off her boots preparatory to putting on her 
fishnet tights and body-stocking, and dressing in her 
shiny bra and shorts. Then she picked up my little 
blue dress, smoothed it out and hung it over her arm. 
The men were ready before she was.

The five of us left the room together and returned to 
the lobby in the elevator. Even though Bob had draped 
my coat over my shoulders, I was trembling with 
excitement at the thought that some stranger might see 
me. I was making the big discovery that to be nude in 
a public place where anything might happen is 
enormously more thrilling than taking one's clothes 
off among a group of friends. The two Japanese men 
said good-bye in a perfunctory way and left by the 
street door in search of a taxi. I noticed that they 
did not bother to thank Reina or me for the sex we had 
shared, but I bowed politely as they departed.

No one came into the lobby or the garage. When we 
reached the car Bob opened the doors and Reina got 
into the passenger seat beside him, leaving me on my 
own in the back. I soon let the coat slide off my 
shoulders and enjoyed the sensation of being driven 
nude through the Tokyo evening traffic. After all, I 
thought, I have had quite a lot of sex but I am eager 
for more if anyone wants me ... but no one paid any 
attention to me. When at last we reached home Reina 
insisted that I put on my coat properly and buttoned 
it up before leaving the car: she didn't want the 
neighbours to see me as anything other than a 
well-behaved schoolgirl. I could feel my other life 
taking charge of me again.

==

"Well, you had a nice time, didn't you?" she said to 
me later. "Especially with Bob."

"Yes," I said dreamily, "he was wonderfully good to 
me. I felt he was teaching me things I had never 
known. Only vaguely imagined."

"M'm, he has quite a reputation as a teacher of young 
girls."

We had showered together, then put on _yukatas_. Reina 
had found some hamburgers in the fridge and grilled 
them: there were no buns but she toasted some thick 
slices of _shokupan_, Japanese white bread. After we 
had eaten she sat on the cushions on the _tatami_ 
leaning against a backrest, while I lay with my head 
in her lap. I was still dreaming of Bob, his beautiful 
cock, his lovely whip and the nipple-clamps he had let 
me wear.

"I hope he will teach me many more things," I said 
sleepily. "Do you think he will?"

"Of course he will. If I ask him." She thought for a 
moment. "You're getting quite a taste for that sort of 
thing, aren't you? Group sex. Public nudity."

"Oh, _yes_! It was so nice at that place you took me 
to. When that beautiful girl took her clothes off ... 
and then when she went off with her friend, still 
nude! I wanted to do that too!"

"Did you, dear?"

"Oh, so _so_ much! And she was only a little older 
than me! Are there other places like that? Where _I_ 
could ... do what she did? Will you take me to them?"

"Lots. Of course I will. And yes, you can do what that 
girl did. Once you've learnt how to do it well."

I wriggled more deeply into her lap.

"You don't think it's wrong to do these things to 
please men, do you?" she asked in a serious tone. "You 
know, demeaning? Somehow making less of yourself as a 
girl?"

I sat up, startled.

"No, of course not. Why should I think that?"

"Well, there are some girls who do. Influenced by 
western women, I think. Feminists."

"Do western women not want to please men?" I asked, 
astonished.

"If you want to understand the mental processes of 
western women," she said with a laugh, "I suggest you 
ask Bob to explain. And when he's done that, you'll 
see why he lives in Japan."

"I think ..." I began seriously, "... well, I don't 
know ... but I _love_ sex. I want as much of it as I 
can possibly have."

"Well, that's obvious enough," said Reina. "I only 
have to look at you."

"And it's nice when I do it to myself. And," I added 
hurriedly, anxious not to seem ungrateful, "I _loved_ 
what you did to me last night. But it's best of all 
with men, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes," said Reina. "No doubt about that."

She held out her arms to me, wanting me to stop 
talking and return to her lap, but I hadn't finished 
what I had to say. I needed to express my thought 
before I lost hold of it.

"So I want men to want me. So I must learn how to look 
and behave and ... er ... you know, dress the way men 
like. Then they will want me and will give me lots of 
lovely sex. That's right, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm glad to can see that. What use 
is a man without an erection? And once you've given 
him an erection it's yours to do what you want with. 
Remember?" She yawned. "Now, it's late and we must go 
to bed."

"Ooh ... may I sleep with you?"

"Of course. And I want you to do nice things to me. 
It's your turn. I had much less sex than you did this 
evening, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Oh, yes, yes! But will I know what to do ... to 
please you?"

"Don't worry. I'll teach you. Yes, I'll teach you all 
right."


FOOTNOTES

[1] My little friend Fujiko worked there - see 
Chapters II and III of _Work in Progress_. If Reina 
bought sex-toys and equipment at Restraint then she 
had very sophisticated tastes. No doubt she was 
offering Sayaka a discreet opportunity to ask about 
the shop's specialities, but she was too excited about 
her dress to take it. - B W

[2] I didn't understand then, of course, but I 
understand now that the one person in the room who 
wanted it more than anyone was the girl herself. 
Stripping in public is an amazingly erotic experience 
in which the performer is teasing herself as well as 
her audience, making herself wait till she can stand 
it no longer and her own overwhelming desire compels 
her to become fully nude at last. - S O

[3] _Nopan_, which comes of course from the English "no 
panties", is the Japanese word for a girl who is 
enticingly naked under her skirt. - B W

[4] The Japanese language has so many words confusingly 
sounding almost the same while meaning something 
different that for the Japanese puns are a nuisance 
rather than a source of simple humour. - B W

[5] "High heels may well be the most potent aphrodisiac 
ever concocted," says Dr William A Rossi, in _The Sex 
Life of the Foot and Shoe_ (1976; new edition 1993). 
Whether the aphrodisiac has a more powerful effect on the 
girl wearing the heels or the man looking at her is an 
interesting question. - B W

[6] In a recent survey of Japanese girls 32.69% admitted 
to masturbating at least twice a week. 26.69% said they 
did it every day and 14.39% at least twice a day. Asked 
how long each masturbation session lasted, 24.5% of the 
girls replied less than 10 minutes, 49.7% 10-30 minutes, 
16.9% 30-60 minutes, 3.6% 60-90 minutes and 2.9% more 
than 90 minutes. Answering a multiple-choice question, 
the vast majority said they masturbated in bed or 
elsewhere at home, but schools (including classrooms) 
were also popular locations. Minority choices included 
public places like parks, trains, shops, verandas and - 
in the case of 2.19% - telephone boxes. Now, where can I 
meet the girls who masturbate twice a day in public for 
more than 90 minutes at a time? I'm sure we can establish 
some beautiful relationships. - B W


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