Slopeside Fun In Japan
When I was a kid, I lived in Japan. Things were pretty loose back then, and no one enforced the drinking age. In 8th grade we went to bars, and there were beer machines on the streets.
One week in the winter, my school sponsored a ski trip up to the mountains. Amazing slopes, fresh powder all week, and natural hot springs in the hotels...what more could I ask for?
How about going out drinking at night in town and seeing the teachers getting wasted?
We were all pretty nervous to be in the same spot as the teachers, but we all pretended like it wasn't happening. We even ran into them at the bar on occasion and all they said was 'Be careful!"
One night, though, I walked back to the hotel early because I was feeling achy after a bad fall. Even a couple of whiskey and sodas didn't help, so I left to get in the hot spring and then go to bed. When I got to the bath section, though, I wasn't as alone as I thought I would be. One of the Japanese women who taught at my school was there, and she was wasted!
Cultural side note: you don't get into a hot tub or a hot spring right away. First, you have to shower off on these ridiculous tiny stools and get the sweat and dirt and deodorant off yourself so the bath stays clean.
Nakamura-san (that was her name) was wobbling on the stool, doing her best to rinse off but having a hard time. I stood in the doorway wrapped in a towel and drank in the sight! She was around 30, and her skin was creamy and smooth. Her breasts sagged a little so that the dark pink nipples pointed down, but I could not have cared less--I was seeing a woman's breasts and loving it! Even better, she sat with her knees wide apart and was directing the shower head between her legs, trying to coordinate swipes with a washcloth and sprays of water. I gazed in awe as she pulled first one and then the other side of her pussy open. She had sparse, dark pubic hair and I could see the brighter color inside her with every stroke. As I stood there, my hand went unconsciously to my groin and I stroked my cock through the towel.
When she finally looked up and saw me, I thought the shit would hit the fan. Instead, she giggled happily and said my name.
"Kana-san!" she slurred. That's how Connor comes out phonetically.
"Nakamura-san" I replied politely. "Genki desu ka?" (are you OK?)
"Yopparai desu!" she giggled. (I'm wasted!)
I nodded and smiled. I realized at that point that I was still stroking my cock, though, and I looked down to see if it was visible. It totally was! Six inches of smooth, hard teenage meat was tenting my towel out as it lay along my thigh fighting to stand up straight. I looked quickly back at my teacher to see if she noticed. She had.
"Sugoi desu ne!" she said, nodding owlishly. The best translation is "wow--looks great!".
I grinned in reply and noticed that she had dropped the washcloth and the shower head but was still stroking her pussy.
"Mitai desu ka?" (want to see?) I asked suddenly, finding an inner spring of courage.
She nodded again, her lips curling into a smile.
I walked toward her and tugged at the tucked edge of the towel, timing it so that when I stood right in front of her (in my sexy flip flops), the fabric dropped away and my cock sprang up and smacked my belly.
(I'll stop translating now...I'm sure it's annoying!)
"Is that for me?" she mumbled with a loose-lipped grin.
"Yes, teacher!" I replied formally.
Less formally, though, I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair, pulling her gently but firmly into me. She didn't hesitate at all--her mouth opened and her hands wrapped around my shaft at the same time I felt the first touch of a woman's mouth envelop my cock head. It was paradise! I stood like a statue, afraid to move, afraid to break the spell, as she began to suck and then lick all around while her hands tugged up and down my length.
Please remember--I was young and totally inexperienced. I would have run like a rabbit if I hadn't had some liquid courage or the time to admire her body before she saw me! As it was, it was only a couple of minutes before I felt a startling wave of pleasure grip me and I exploded into her mouth, jet after jet of hot, young sperm bathing her tongue and vanishing as she swallowed and milked me. Like most Japanese women, she expressed her pleasure with a series of high-pitched (almost annoying) moans, but I was in no position to complain! I could barely stay on my feet as the waves of pleasure rocketed through me.
When my orgasm was done, she took her lips off the head and smiled up at me. Her knowing hands kept tugging me, though, not letting me get soft. With more dexterity than I thought she could manage, she swiveled to the side and sat down on the brilliant blue tiles, pulling me along by my cock as she dropped six inches to the floor. When she lay back, she maintained her grip and I followed along. My knees hit the floor between hers and as she reclined, my body stretch out to lay on top of her. Just as our lips met, she guided me between her labia and I sank blissfully into her slick pussy just as her tongue found mine and I felt the scr**e of her tight nipples against my hairless chest.
All of a sudden, it hit me--I was fucking! I was fucking a real live woman--my teacher!--instead of fantasizing and fucking my own fist in the dark. I had no clue what to do, but I was guided by the encouragement of her hips rocking up to meet me and began to thrust into her steadily. Her hands moved to my ass and set the pace by pulling me against her as her heels crossed behind my thighs, locking me in place.
I could taste the tang of my cum on her tongue, but I stopped caring as I watched her eyes close in bliss and her head fall back onto the tiles. I happily buried my face in her damp hair and kissed the side of her neck as I thrust into her. Little mews of pleasure burst from her throat with every push and I could feel her grinding her pubic bone against mine every time I bottomed out inside her, so I began to do the same in response. That double the moaning and she grew more and more frenzied, pulling me against her faster and faster. Just when I thought I was going to cum again, she froze. For the first time in my life, I felt that rush of lubrication and the wild pulsing around my cock that signals success--she was quivering beneath me as an orgasm ripped through her! I raised myself up on my elbows so I could watch her expression and as much of her body as I could see. Her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth was open in a steady stream of high-pitched syllables (iku, iku, which means "I'm cumming!"), and a dark flush crept across her chest as she shuddered.
I could have stayed like that forever, but when she recovered, Nakamura-san had other plans. Maybe she had sobered up a little, or maybe she just knew what she was doing, but she rolled me over deftly and ended up straddling me, my cock still buried inside her. Her hair hung in damp tendrils around her face and her breasts jiggled just above my chest.
"Now you will cum!" she said seriously, her eyes dark and intense as she looked down at me.
"Okay!" I answered with a grin, my hands reaching up to fondle her breasts.
With the ease of experience, Nakamura-san rocked her hips and raised herself up and down in one amazing, fluid motion. My cock felt stimulated from every angle at once and I knew I couldn't last long. Relaxing to the inevitable, I pinched her nipples and then grabbed her hips as I got close, pushing up off the warm tile floor to drive myself deeper inside her as I felt my orgasm approaching.
"Yes!" she ..(continue confession)
