UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 02 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 04: UNFINISHED AFFAIRS BY BOB WILLIAMS ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, CHIYOKO, HANAKO, SAMMY, HIROKO, NATSUKO, SACHI, MAKI, YUKI AND AYAKO PART 02 CHAPTER II A Party There are lots of sex-parties most nights in Tokyo, especially at weekends. If you ask the right people you soon get invited. The nice thing about Japanese sex-parties is that there are usually lots of spare girls. Japanese girls like to go around in groups, and if you invite one girl she often brings her friends. This is how I met a sweet girl called Chiyoko who was still looking for a partner. I first noticed her crossing the lawn towards the house. She was wearing gold sandals with very high heels - maybe five inches - but knew how to walk in them. Otherwise she was naked: but then so were quite a few other girls, even though the party had only just started. What really attracted me to her was not her pretty nudity in the warm evening sunshine but her easy, confident stride, so different from the self-conscious shuffle of many Japanese girls - especially when they know they are being watched. She had long shapely legs and a charming figure, a sweet little waist emphasising the firm young breasts which had still, perhaps, a little further to grow. Her breasts had hard pink nipples. I always prefer little pointed nipples to the big splotchy aureoles that some girls have. I was sure that if I watched her as she went past I would soon be treated to a view of an equally firm, delectable young bottom. But I had no intention of letting her go past. As she came closer I saw I had been mistaken in thinking she was fully naked: she had on tiny g-string panties just big enough to hide her pussy, in a semi-transparent golden material which glittered slightly in the rays of the sun. Where had she come from? Had she been fucking some lucky man further down the garden? But the fact that she had not yet lost her g-string suggested she had still to make her first choice for the evening - unlike the naked couples embracing and stroking each other on the mattresses and rugs laid out on the lawn. Nor had I, for that matter: I had undressed on arrival at the big house but was still wearing one of the cotton bathrobes thoughtfully provided for his guests by our host. Not that they got much use at his parties. I wasn't sure why I was bothering with one myself. The girl was quite close to me now, aware of my interest but looking down with a slight blush and a charming display of false modesty. I could see the bows on her hips holding up the tiny scrap of equally false modesty between her legs. He would be a lucky man, I thought, who got the job of untying those bows. I didn't see why it shouldn't be me. I started walking in a direction which would cross her path. She could see me coming but made no attempt to avoid me. As I stood in front of her she looked full at me for a moment, then modestly looked down again, her eyes brushing my obvious erection on the way. She kept on coming; then, when we were a metre apart, stopped. She tossed her long hair back over her shoulders and looked at me appraisingly. She said nothing, waiting for my first move. "All alone?" I asked. She looked me over again, not hiding her interest in my erection poking through the cloth of my robe. Then she raised her eyes to my face, took a decision and smiled. "Not any more," she replied. "I'm going back to the house too," I said. As we walked I slipped my right arm round her delicious waist and soon felt her hand in response on my left shoulder. We entered the big drawing-room through the garden windows. Dance music was playing: it had just changed to a slow song, so there were not many couples using the space cleared in the middle of the room. More were responding to the music on the couches and mattresses spread round the edges. Without asking her I took her onto the floor, quickly untying the belt of my robe so that it hung open. We stood swaying together, pretending to dance but in fact enjoying the opportunity for our bodies to get to know each other. I had one hand on her smooth bottom, pressing my erection flat against her stomach. I lowered my head and we kissed. At first she responded only with her lips. I looked down and smiled at her serious face, then kissed her again. This time she replied passionately, her hands digging into my back through the cotton as her tongue tangled with mine. I let her win and she licked and tickled the inside of my mouth. "You don't smoke, do you?" she whispered as we pulled apart for air. "No." "I'm glad. I don't like the taste." She herself tasted sweet, of something she had been drinking perhaps. I kissed her again, trying to guess what it was as I took my turn to fill her mouth with my tongue. Maybe she always tasted sweet like that, naturally. I hoped so. I ran the tip of my tongue along the inside of her upper teeth, tickling her palate. It was a trick one of my earliest Japanese girlfriends had taught me. She'd been a bored married woman, the mother of one of my English pupils, a lot older than me. What had her name been ...? "Oh, that was lovely!" she said as we came apart at last. "Yes, it was," I said. Then, deciding to take a bit of a risk, I added with a smile, "How many happy cocks have been in that sweet mouth?" She froze for a moment, and I wondered if I had gone too far too quickly. But surely that tongue technique hadn't been learnt just from kissing? She smiled again: she hadn't been shocked, just thinking - or counting. "Oh, _lots_!" she then said, with charming self-importance. "But not nearly enough," she went on with a blush which spread all the way down to her breasts. "I found out very early that a girl who can suck cock well is always popular. So I practised a lot, and soon I learnt to love doing it. Somehow it puts me in charge ... do you know what I mean?" I knew what she meant. "And of course I adore the taste. Sucking cock - making a man come in my mouth - is _almost_ as good as ... you know ..." Suddenly she giggled, twisted round in my arms and leant her back against me. We stood close together, no longer even pretending to dance. I stroked her firm young breasts, lightly pinching the pretty little nipples between my fingers. They were already hard and erect. Her head was on my shoulder now and I could tell from her breathing how much she was enjoying what I was doing. My erection was pressing against her bottom: suddenly she stood on tiptoe and wriggled against me until it was lying smoothly between her legs. I felt her tighten her thighs and hold me there. I was aware of occasional flashes as other guests photographed us, but she didn't seem to notice, or mind if she did. "And of course," she went on, continuing what she had been saying as if there had been no break, "it's _fantastic_ when a man then wants to do the same thing to me." She turned her head and looked at my face anxiously. "Do you like doing that? I do hope so!" "Of course," I said. "Whenever I can. You'll sit on my face for me, won't you?" She said nothing, but wriggled her bottom even more tightly against my erection. I slid one hand down her smooth stomach until my fingers plucked at the edge of her g-string. "May I?" "Of course ... please ..." she whispered. "I _love_ being nude. _Completely_ nude," she added after a moment. My left hand, still cradling her breast, could feel her heart pounding. I slid that hand down to her hip, and slowly, agonisingly slowly, pulled apart the little bows of her panties. Equally slowly I drew the tiny scrap of cloth from between her legs, one hand pressing it against her so that she could enjoy the sensation to the maximum. Her head was rolling to and fro on my shoulder as she moaned and gasped with pleasure. I stuffed the g-string into the pocket of my open robe with one hand, stroking her pussy with the other. She was rubbing her thighs together now, squeezing my cock and my fingers as the juice gushed from her cunt, and I felt we would both come if we did not change position soon. There was an empty armchair near where we were standing, and I began to steer her towards it. "Oh, _yes_, darling - oh, please fuck me - take me - I want to be fucked!" she begged. I shrugged off my robe and tossed it into a corner of the room, then sat down in the chair and began to pull her onto my lap; but she had other ideas. Soon she was kneeling on the carpet in front of me, her tongue spiralling and slurping round the head of my cock. Oh well, I thought, if this is what she means by being fucked, bless her ... She began to take my cock into her mouth, her tongue vibrating deliciously against the underside. Someone knelt beside her for a close-up shot. She turned her face towards the camera, smiling with her eyes as she continued her maddening and heavenly stimulation. Then she concentrated on her work again, and I could feel the head of my cock, now about half-way into her mouth, bouncing against her throat. Her eyes looked appealingly up to my face, wanting reassurance. "Oh, that's _so_ lovely, darling," I said. "Can you try and swallow it?" At once she leant further forward, her hands pressing into my thighs, and I felt her throat muscles gape and then grip my cock. I was past telling her in words how wonderful she was, but she didn't need to be told that any more. She wanted to choke, of course, but my cock was so tightly wedged into her throat that she couldn't: instead her muscular spasms added another dimension to the incredible delight she was giving me. She leant yet further forward, forcing the thick tube of flesh as far into her body as it would go. Her face was pressed against me now, her deep breaths through her nose tickling my stomach. I was within seconds of coming now, and she knew it. She pulled away from me a little and my cock was free of the tight embrace of her throat. For a moment I thought she expected me to pull out altogether and come all over her face in the way Japanese girls love; but then I realised she just wanted me to come in her mouth, rather than deep down her throat, so that she could enjoy my taste. I was past caring, anyway: gobbets of cum, my first of the evening, were forcing their way up my cock and on to her soft caressing tongue. It seemed as if the spasms would never stop. At last for a long moment we were quiet together, until I felt her swallow deeply and then begin to lick me clean. My cock was free of her at last and, still wet with her saliva, began to feel cold. I reached for one of the damp cloths placed in convenient piles on occasional tables, and wiped myself quickly as she scrambled up to join me in the big armchair. She was still wearing her sexy high heels: I liked that, it showed that she knew how to flaunt her nudity. I held her close and told her how wonderful she was. "I always like to start by finding out how a man tastes," she said. "They all taste different. Did you know that?" I said I knew. "Sometimes I do blind tasting," she went on. "You know, blindfolded, and sucking a series of my regular lovers to see if I can tell who is who." "And can you?" "Not always." "You should practice more." She giggled. "Now you must fuck my cunt, please," she said. "Oh, not now!" I begged. "I thought you liked me." "Surely you know a man has to have a little time before he can do it again." "Yes, I know. Men are so useless. Why can't you come all the time the way girls can?" "I don't know. I'll be ready again soon," I promised. "You can have twenty minutes. After that, if you can't do it, I'll find myself a man who can." "All right," I said. "Twenty minutes." We were neither of us wearing a watch anyway. I slid my free hand between her open legs from behind and gently stroked the damp petals of her cunt. "Nice?" "Very nice." I tried to think of something else to talk about while we were waiting. "Tell me your name." "Chiyoko." "That's nice. Mine's Bob. American." I inserted the top joint of my third finger into her cunt, and tickled her clit with my second. She nestled happily against me, murmuring appreciation. The springy curls of her cunt hair were short and neatly trimmed. Either that or they had only recently started to grow. "How old are you, Chiyoko-chan?" "Er, sixteen." Somehow I wasn't convinced she was telling the truth. But it didn't matter. "And when did you first find out about sex?" "A few years ago. I was twelve." "That's a bit early, isn't it?" "Well, it just sort of happened. We were experimenting ... girls at school. You know ..." "And when did you first have a real man? In your cunt, I mean?" She giggled delightfully, and began to tickle my balls lightly with the tips of her fingernails. It wouldn't be long now before I was ready to enter her cunt myself. "Well, that was a bit later. After I'd tried lots of other things first." "Was it nice the first time?" "Not very. But nice enough for me to want to try again, and go on trying till I got it right." "How many times did it take?" "Four or five. Then I had my first real orgasm - you know, a proper one, not just the nice sexy feelings I'd had from all the other things I'd done - and then I _knew_. What sex was really all about. After that I just couldn't get enough. Fucking, I mean." Her hand moved up and began to stroke my hardening cock. "I read in a girls' magazine recently that sex is like an addiction. Like a drug. Once you've _really_ experienced it you want it again and again. The more you get, the more you want. You can't stop." "Who wants to stop?" She giggled. She knew how to stroke a man's cock: I was ready again. I wondered if she was really sixteen. It's almost impossible to tell a Japanese girl's age. Sometimes they act younger than they are because they know a fantasy of being teased and tempted by precocious little underage sluts stimulates their lovers' lust. And the physical self-confidence that had so attracted me when I first saw her walking across the garden: did that really belong to a sixteen-year-old, even when freed from her ugly school uniform and showing herself off in sexy heels and nothing else? Perhaps it did: a young girl who had already been lucky enough to be taught by an older lover how to show herself off nude would know how to respond to desire and move well when men were watching her. Was she perhaps _younger_ than she said, and afraid to admit it in case it got her into trouble? I decided to explore further. "Still at school?" I asked casually. "Yes of course," she said, without seeming to suspect my reason for asking. "So I can really only do this sort of thing at weekends. During the week I have to be a good girl and stick to my lessons and do my homework. Then my mother lets me go out with friends on Saturday and Sunday. You honestly wouldn't recognise me if you saw me with my school uniform on." "I wouldn't recognise you if I saw you with _any_ clothes on." She giggled again. "What are you going to do when you leave school?" "Oh, it's a long story." "We've got lots of time. And I'd really like to know." She curled up on my lap. With the hand that wasn't stroking her cunt I caressed her thighs and tickled the fold behind her knees. Like most Japanese girls she had pretty, plump knees. You seldom see Japanese girls with the sort of stringy, bony knees Western girls have. They seem to have a little extra strip of fat on either side of the kneecap, which makes their knees so deliciously round and dimpled. It's one of the reasons a Japanese girl looks so enchanting in a miniskirt. Or in nothing, of course, like Chiyoko. "Well, you remember I told you I love sex?" I remembered all right. "Uh-huh." "Of course I soon had lots of lovers, once the boys found out about me. And I was keen to be taught everything there was to learn. You know, how to suck a cock, the best positions for being fucked in my cunt and, well, you know, so on." It wasn't easy the way she was sitting on me, but I managed to slide my fingers along the damp crack between her legs till I could press lightly on her arsehole. It was tiny, and firmly closed. "Here, too?" I asked. She giggled, and wriggled her arsehole delightfully against my finger. I took that as meaning yes. "Do you enjoy it?" "Well, sort of. It's strange. It hurts, but in a rather beautiful way, if you know what I mean." I took note of the fact that she had discovered pain could be beautiful. It opened up possibilities. "Anyway," she continued, "I want to keep it small and tight as long as I can. My lovers say it's best like that. So I only do it on special occasions." "Could tonight be a special occasion?" She put her arms round my neck and kissed me. I could taste a slight hint of the raw-egg flavour of cum along with her natural sweetness. "I thought you wanted to know what I'm going to do when I leave school." "Well, go on." "Even though I've been learning how to fuck for, well, _years_, I've only recently started coming to parties like this. One of my older lovers was invited here to this house, and brought me." I was impressed. She must have been attracting a good class of lover. Our hosts, a wealthy American businessman and his Japanese partner, didn't invite schoolboys - though sexy enthusiastic schoolgirls like Chiyoko were always welcome. "I didn't really know what to expect - though I guessed something special was going to happen when he bought me a very sexy dress and a _tiny_ matching g-string, and made me promise to wear them with my highest heels. In fact I didn't have any heels high enough to satisfy him and he bought them for me too. I'm wearing them tonight. D'you like them?" She stretched out a leg and waggled her slim ankle. I could confirm that the shoe did indeed have a five-inch spike heel. It was fixed to her foot by a band across her toes and a tight, narrow ankle-strap. Her nails were neatly painted gold to match. I could see I would have to set aside plenty of time for sucking and kissing those sweet little gold toes. "Very much. They make your legs look great." "It was difficult learning to walk in them. But it was worth it ..." "And your toes are so pretty!" I said. She flashed them temptingly at me, then lowered her leg and returned to the subject. "Of course when I found out what the party was really all about, and saw the other girls taking their clothes off, I was _so_ happy! I was desperate to join in and do it too. Oh, it felt so lovely! Not just going almost nude, I mean; being looked at! All those men wanting me and watching me as I walked around in just my g-string and heels, and pretended not to notice the way they looked at me - it made me tingle all over with excitement. It was my first time in public, you see. _Really_ in public - not just with school-friends at the gym after classes. Of course they asked me to take off my g-string, and I pretended I didn't want to - but of course I _did_ want to! Desperately! And when I couldn't bear it any longer, I took it off ... I'd never known being nude could be as nice as that! It felt _wonderful_! And some of them started taking photos of me: _that_ was a thrill! I know you'll think I was very naive, but I hadn't imagined they'd want to do that. To begin with I just walked about naturally and pretended not to notice; but then they started asking me to pose in ways they especially liked, and I _loved_ doing that!" "You're a real little exhibitionist, aren't you?" "If that means a girl who enjoys showing herself off nude in public, and teasing men and making them all want her, then _of course_ I am!" she said severely. "That's what I'm trying to tell you! Don't you like girls like that?" "Certainly I do. And you're very good at it." "Well, I think our host thought so, because he told me I would always be welcome at his parties. I can come any time I like. I don't have to find someone to bring me." I was even more impressed. Our host had famously high standards. "What happened to the photos?" I asked. "Oh, that was another thrill!" she said. "The next week-end, after the party, my lover who had brought me here asked me if I'd seen myself on the internet. Of course I hadn't, I don't know much about how to use it, but he did of course and he showed me - oh, so _many_! - pictures of me naked and me being fucked and having a lovely time. And he explained how anybody anywhere in the world who knew where to find the pictures could enjoy looking at me nude. I mean, _completely_! Can you imagine how wonderful it feels to know that men all over the world are loving you and desperate to have you?" "I don't know. I've never tried it." "Never tried the internet?" she said, puzzled. "No, I mean, I've never been wanted by men all over the world." It fell rather flat. "Well, anyway," she continued, "that's when I decided what I want to do when I leave school. I want to be a nude model, I want to be photographed nude by the best photographers, and be desired by men all over the world. And I want to act in sex videos, being fucked again and again for the camera. And when I'm not doing _that_, I'm going to work in those places where men go to watch girls take their clothes off, and nude girls serve them drinks, and everything ..." Her face suddenly looked serious for a moment. "There _are_ places like that, aren't there?" she asked anxiously. "It's not just a story they make up to sell girls' magazines?" "Yes, there are," I said. "Lots. Don't worry. Especially the places where the girls take their clothes off while the men watch." "Are the girls _completely_ naked?" she asked anxiously. "Oh, yes. Certainly at the places I go to. And when they're nude they invite the customers up on stage to fuck them." "Ooohh! How _wonderful_!" she said delightedly, obviously imagining herself doing that. "The places with nude waitresses are very exclusive and difficult to find, because in theory girls aren't allowed to be completely nude and in close contact with the customers when they are serving them. It's supposed to be illegal." "Why would anyone want to forbid it?" she asked, puzzled. "I can't imagine anything more beautiful." "Don't worry. I expect you'll have to start in the really sleazy places and work your way up to the nice classy ones, but you'll manage." "What do you mean by really sleazy places?" "Well ... places where you spend all evening going from customer to customer, providing the services they've ordered." "Sounds _lovely_!" she said, picturing it in her imagination. "What sort of, er, services do they order? Really sexy things? The naughty things I really love doing?" "Oh, yes," I said. "And some delightful things so extreme even you have never thought of them." "Oooh! Will you teach me to do those things ... whatever they are?" "Yes, of course. But you'll have to come to my apartment for that. I have a special room for teaching you special things - with all the right equipment." "Oooh, yes _please_!" "And when you've finally got a job as a beautiful nude waitress, let me know, and I'll come and be a customer." She giggled again, then suddenly looked more serious than I had seen her look before. "I've thought about that a lot," she said, "ever since I decided what I wanted to do in life. Sex is too beautiful to sell. I'll have to earn my living, of course, and if publishers and film companies and night-clubs and places like that are willing to pay me to show myself off nude and ... and do all these lovely naughty things you say I haven't learned about yet, there's nothing wrong with that. It's like being an actress, after all. But I want everyone to understand that I'm not really doing it for money, I'm doing it because I love it and _love_ it and can't stop ... when a man wants me, I enjoy giving myself to him so much ..." She scrambled out of our chair and stood up, holding out her hands to me. "Come along!" she said. "You've had _far_ more than twenty minutes. If you aren't ready to fuck me _immediately_, I'll go and find a man who is." I was ready. "Let's go and fuck in the garden," I suggested. "All right, but don't forget you _promised_ to let me sit on your face," she said severely. I stood up too and we embraced. "I haven't forgotten. We'll do that first. I'm longing to know what your pussy-juice tastes like. I'm sure it's good." "Most men have been kind enough to praise it, and come back for more," she whispered with mock submissiveness. "Take me any way you like. Let's pretend I'm a waitress in one of those lovely places, completely nude, just like I am now, and wanting _so_ much to satisfy you. I'm new at the club, and you're my first customer. It's my job to do _everything_ you ask me to do. I'm a bit shy, but so keen to be a success. Would that be a nice game to play?" "Very nice." "And you're going to teach me beautiful ... you know, _naughty_ things I've never done before ... aren't you? Please? But when you really can't wait a _moment_ longer, please pull out of wherever you are and come all over my face. I _love_ it when men do that." I promised I would. But I also promised myself that first I would give equally special attention to many other bits of her - starting with each one of those tiny gold toes. [Next in Part 03: Chapter III: Chiyoko: After the Party] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams