Learning_About_Myself.02 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/02 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION 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 just an unusually vivid erotic dream, of the kind 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. There are so many things we could do together. It'll be such fun to show you. 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 the area I had shaved 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, grabbed some tissues with which to dry my fingers, 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 doing that, 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.[2] 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." She smiled affectionately. "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 out 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. "Look how the nipples are pointing through the cloth!" she said. "Oh, pretty! But now we must do your hair." "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 bare back 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 look - 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 whatever you have." 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 bar, or perhaps a 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 shorts 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. At first I tried to pull the skirt down, but soon decided there was no point. To my surprise I found I rather enjoyed the feeling of naughtiness which came from showing off like that. 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 - and even more nice-but-naughty. I was a little surprised at feeling like that, but told myself it must be all right since I was only doing what Reina did. "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 was unsure 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 behind her neck 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 sparkling black bra and panties, 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. Her breasts were firm and perfectly shaped, the nipples hard and erect - just like mine when I masturbated, I thought. 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 black 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![3] 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 between her legs 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 pussy, 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_ pussy, as mine so wanted to do. Now she was on her back on the stage, her knees up and wide apart, showing her glistening cunt 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. Something told me that behind that closed door a whole new dimension of sexual ecstasy existed - an experience I had never had and could not imagine, but which I knew was _there_. 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 managed a shy smile as I looked at him. "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 so that he could see more. 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 into 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 hardly be sophisticated to wear my very unsmart school 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 that 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 renewing the aching pleasure he had given them. Then I turned my back and, looking coquettishly over my shoulder, reached round and began to slide the zipper down my skirt. 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, once again trying to recall exactly _her_ movements. "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. He understood my feelings so well, I thought. 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 as she showed 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_[4] ... 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.[5] "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 four little bells hanging from my breasts tinkling prettily 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. You will teach them to me, won't you? 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.[6] A naked girl. A completely nude girl like me, yearning 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?[7] "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 by the evil villain on the beautifully suffering heroine. "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. Her 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 intensify 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 strongly 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. My eyes shut and my face buried in Reina's lap, I could see her clearly as she came to me. She was telling me what it was like to be whipped, 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 found 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 _yukata_s. 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 you 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 [2] My little friend Fujiko worked there - see Chapters II and III of _Work in Progress_. If Reina bought sex-toys and fetish 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 understand. - B W [3] 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 [4] _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 [5] 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 [6] "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 [7] 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 [Next in Part 03: Chapter III: The Video] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams