UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 05 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 05 CHAPTER V Sweet Hanako This piece is a bit different. I write with a male audience in mind - though women do read me, and sometimes write to say so. But a while ago a magazine aimed at young girls asked me for a series of articles about a Japanese girl who would be very sexy but also sweet, soft and feminine. So I invented Hanako and sent them the first piece. Unfortunately it didn't do well and the publishers decided to cancel the series. I can see why. Hanako is, as I said, an invention. The other girls I write about are real - changes of name and a few personal details aside. But Hanako is a bit too sweet to be true. All the same, I am fond of her and decided to give her another chance in this collection. Hello! My name is Hanako, and perhaps you can guess from that that I am Japanese. I live in Tokyo and I'm twenty-one years old. I'm 1.71 metres tall, which everyone says is tall for a Japanese girl - in fact I don't think it is really these days, because we're taller now than our mothers were and a lot taller than our grandmothers, but if people want to say I'm tall, I don't mind! Perhaps I look tall because I have long legs - I know it's not modest to say so but I'm rather proud of my legs and try to keep them nice, and always wear high heels because they look best that way. Otherwise I'm quite slim, and sometimes people say I have a nice figure, but I don't think so really - I do wish my breasts were bigger! My hair is quite long - dark, of course, like all Japanese girls except those who bleach it a paler colour which I think is vulgar - straight, and easily long enough to cover my breasts if I let it fall forwards. Well, that's me, and I'm writing this because a friend told me people in Western countries like to know about modern Japanese girls and their lives, especially their sex-lives. I'm not very interesting, really: I don't have the sort of dramatic, tragic life that girls have in the books I read. In fact, now that I think about it, my life is very simple and happy. The most important thing in my life is sex, which I adore, but that's normal isn't it? Practically all Japanese girls nowadays love sex. In the old days in Japan nice girls were supposed to keep sex for marriage, but that's all changed. Marriage is for having a husband - assuming you want one at all - with a good income and position, a home, and one or two children. Nowadays we girls like to have plenty of sex before we get married, and put off marriage so as to go on having it for as long as possible. The only thing that's a bit unusual about me is that I love sex best when it's in public, with lots of other people watching. Or in the open air: that's lovely too. And I expect you'll think it's naughty of me but I adore showing myself off to an audience. At first I just used to display my legs, because I'm so proud of them, in very short skirts and sexy high heels as I said, but then I got more daring and began to show off my breasts too - even though I think they're too small - and then at last everything! It's one of the most exciting feelings in the world, knowing that men are looking at me and getting aroused and wanting me: almost as much as when they actually take me - but not quite as exciting as _that_, of course. That's the best of all. At first it was a bit difficult finding places where I could show myself off the way I really wanted to. Of course miniskirts and transparent blouses helped, and I could wear those wherever I liked, but somehow they were never quite enough! But now I can show myself off fully nude as much as I like because I work as a hostess in a very exclusive private club in a fashionable part of Tokyo called Akasaka. No, I'm not going to tell you its name because I promised I wouldn't, and I don't think foreigners would be allowed in anyway - only a very few ever come to the club and then only as guests of members who guarantee their cleanliness and good behaviour. I'm one of the hostesses who greet the members when they arrive, and pour their drinks and chat to them and look after them. We greet them at the door wearing just little g-string panties and matching high heels, all in the same colour chosen by the _mama-san_ who runs the club. When I started working there I was a bit sad that I even had to wear the little g-string instead of being deliciously nude from the start. But of course as the evening progresses the little panties come off and the fun begins! Some of the girls are also strippers and dancers: there's a little stage and they dress up in special sexy costumes so that they can take them off again to music, and when they've done that they come down off the stage completely nude except for their high heels, and of course then they stay nude so that the members can enjoy them. I do that too sometimes, when the _mama-san_ tells me to, and even though I'm not a good dancer I love undressing while the gentlemen watch. But best of all is sitting with the gentlemen in nothing but my little panties, and gently encouraging them to do lovely things to me. I explain shyly to them that, even though there's nothing I'd love more than to be completely naked for them, it's the rule of the club that I wear at least my g-string; but if they insist on undoing the little bows of my panties themselves - how could I stop them? And so they undress me while I pretend to object, and then I present my panties very sweetly to one of the gentlemen and invite him shyly to be the first to have me. This has all been carefully worked out by the _mama-san_ and when I started my job at the club she explained it to me. Of course it is lovely that a girl can be completely open about her sexual wishes nowadays, and tell a man frankly how much she wants him to make love to her, just as he is free to tell her all the lovely things he wants to do to her. But men still like to feel they are winning a little battle when they have a girl. So pretending that they are breaking club rules is a nice way of combining my eagerness to be made love to and a little victory to be won. So the _mama-san_ says, anyway. There are a few private rooms but generally the sex takes place on comfortable couches and sofas in the main club room where everyone can watch. Sometimes I take two or even three gentlemen at once; and when the club is busy I hardly have time to clean myself before my next partner wants to take me. So now you can understand why I said I lead a very simple, happy life! Maybe things are easier in your country, but here in Japan public nudity and sex aren't really allowed. It seems very unfair: what harm am I doing by showing myself off naked and having sex with anyone who wants me? But that's the way it is. The club where I work is very private and very exclusive, as I said; and the _mama-san_ has very special connections with local syndicates and the police. When I first went to work there the other girls told me she had once been the mistress of a very senior politician in the Liberal Democratic Party, and could do what she liked so long as she was discreet. She herself says that keeping the club free of unwanted interference costs her a lot of money, which is why she can't afford to pay us girls more. I'm not sure I believe her but I love the work so much that I don't complain. The club closes about two or two-thirty in the morning, and then I put on casual clothes - usually just jeans and a top or jacket so as not to draw attention to myself - and sensible shoes, and take a taxi home. Taxis are very expensive at that hour - usually I have to stand on the corner holding up three fingers to show I'll pay three times the fare on the metre - but I don't have far to go because I have a tiny apartment nearby. I'm very lucky: I can only afford it because I share it with my partner Jiro. And now I must tell you about him. I love Jiro very much and I think he loves me, and I do everything I possibly can to please him and keep him. He is five years older than me and he is big and strong and gentle. His grandfather was a Korean labourer brought here during the War, which I think is what makes him so big, but we don't tell people that because of the prejudice against Koreans. He told me only when we'd been lovers for months. He does the same sort of work I do, in an exclusive club for wealthy Japanese ladies who want handsome male company. Some are successful unmarried businesswomen who earn plenty of money and have nothing much to spend it on except clothes and foreign holidays and discreet liaisons; others are married to company executives who lost interest in them soon after the honeymoon. As I told you, I don't earn much at my club; there are no bonuses and even when there are tips we hand them in to the _mama-san_ who is supposed to share them out fairly - I can never decide if that _is_ fair! But being a man, Jiro naturally gets paid more than I do, and some of his ladies give him expensive presents. So we can afford the rent. Jiro gets home earlier than I do as his club closes around eleven: the married lady members have to get home before their husbands return from an evening of "business entertainment" with customers and contacts. So I let myself in very quietly. The first thing I do when I get home is take off my outdoor clothes. I never let Jiro see me dressed casually if I can help it: for him I wear either smart sexy clothes or nothing at all. Then I have a long relaxing bath and wash off all the taste and smell of the men who have had me. I brush my hair, and put on a little make-up and scent myself with a perfume I know Jiro finds exciting. Then I slip naked into bed beside him. Sometimes he wakes up and if he is feeling strong enough makes wonderful love to me. More often he just grunts a bit and rolls over and holds me in his arms, which is lovely too. I'm never jealous if Jiro is too tired to make love to me. I know he's been with other women all evening, of course, but only so he can pay the rent and sometimes, if I'm lucky, buy me a little present. When I wake up, usually around eleven, I am normally alone as Jiro gets up earlier. I finish in the bathroom; then slip on a pair of high-heeled sandals and go and join him. As I told you, I like best to let Jiro see me naked - always with high heels, of course; but sometimes I put on a transparent blouse and a little tight miniskirt or something even more daring just to tease him. Watching his big cock come aroused and start to want me is one of my greatest joys. He has usually got some food ready: some breakfast for me and a light lunch for himself; and we eat together. We often don't have much appetite as we are so looking forward to what will happen next! Jiro picks me up in his strong arms and carries me to where we will make love. Our apartment has a tiny balcony, just big enough for the two of us to lie on, and when the weather is nice we often make love there. The fresh air, and the knowledge that people are probably watching us, add an extra spice to our pleasure in each other. Jiro's gentle, imaginative love-making makes this the best time of the day. He visits all my holes, including my arse if it isn't too sore from the previous evening; and unlike most Japanese men he doesn't pull out at the last moment to spurt his cum over my face and breasts. Personally, I love it when men do that to me, but Jiro likes best to come in my mouth, and says he can't understand how any man could withdraw at such a moment! I suck and tickle the sensitive underside of his cock, trying to postpone his climax; but of course I adore the thick, salty taste of his cum - every man's cum tastes different, did you know that? - and swallow it delightedly while his fingers or tongue pleasure my pussy. Then we lie together for a while and chat about things: what happened the night before, and whether our partners did anything new or original. When Jiro is ready we make love again, and this time he usually likes to finish in my cunt or my arse. We don't do it more than twice because Jiro needs to keep his strength for his ladies in the evening. Being a girl, of course, I don't have to worry about that: we girls can fuck non-stop for as long as we want - not fair, is it? When at last we have finished, and tidied up the apartment, Jiro gets dressed and goes out. He often goes to a nearby gym to work out for an hour: he enjoys it, and has to keep in good physical shape to please his ladies. I am too lazy to exercise properly, though when I remember I lie on the floor and go through a routine to keep my stomach muscles strong and my legs and bottom looking firm and trim. On the whole I think the best exercise for a girl is plenty of sex. Some days Jiro has lunch-dates with his favourite ladies. He puts on a suit or smart casual clothes for that, rather than the tight leather or denim he wears at his club. He doesn't usually have sex on his dates, as his ladies just want the company of a handsome, attentive man who unlike other Japanese men will tell them how attractive they are and how he enjoys being with them. Sometimes they bring other ladies with them, sounding them out before inviting them to their club as guests or potential members. It is not surprising that the manager of the club values Jiro as a big attraction, and sees that he is well paid. I first met Jiro when he was on one of his dates. It was in a restaurant, much too expensive for me normally but it was a girlfriend's birthday and a group of us were giving her a treat. We were fascinated by the big, handsome man being so attentive to an older woman; and when she had gone - paying the bill herself without embarrassment - and he returned to the table to collect something, the birthday girl (who had had more to drink than she usually did) invited him to join us. But it was me he asked out a few days later. And the day he suggested we should start living together was the happiest in my life ... At that time I was earning a rather precarious income from one-night stands as a stripper and bar-girl at the sleazier end of the sex trade, but Jiro already had good contacts and introduced me to the club where I work now. I don't have many dates with the members of my club. It's not that it's forbidden: it just doesn't happen much. But I get two free evenings a week (plus a few days off each month, of course) and never quite know what to do with them. Often I go to work anyway: what else does a girl want to do on her free evening but get laid, and my club is the best place I know for that! And occasionally I say yes when I am asked for a date. It feels a little strange to be with one of the members outside the club. I dress nicely for him because of course it is the first time he will see me with any clothes on. But afterwards we usually go somewhere where I undress for him and he repays me with a good fucking. I never quite know why men sometimes want to pay to have sex with me: I am available for nothing at a club where they, or their companies, pay the subscription anyway. Sometimes Jiro and I are free at the same time together, and then we make it a very special evening. I try to please him by wearing the sexiest possible clothes; and we pretend we have never met before, that I am his pick-up and we are about to have sex for the first time. When Jiro has gone out, I do the housework - not that there is much in our little apartment - and sometimes go shopping. In my life I don't need many clothes, of course, but sometimes I buy things I know will please Jiro, including - very daring! - bondage and fetish outfits to add occasional extra spice to our love-making. I have recently discovered a sex-shop which sells such things in a room behind the racks of pornographic magazines, and they are beginning to expand my sexuality. I have even looked longingly at the beautiful, curling whips on display in the shop, but have never yet bought one. I do know how wonderful they feel when they kiss me, but I don't think Jiro knows I know about that sort of sex and I'm afraid of shocking him. He's never even asked if I would enjoy being whipped. One day ... Perhaps I could open the subject with Jiro when we are chatting together by pretending, as a sort of joke, that a member at the club had suggested something rather perverted which nonetheless sounded fun ... I wonder how he will react. Soon it is evening. I get myself something to eat, then take a shower and put myself through a beauty check: hair, nails, skin. Every couple of weeks I trim my cunt-hair: not too short, I like to keep it curly and springy, but Jiro once said that nothing turns a man off more during love-making than getting hairs stuck in his teeth. Then it is time to put on casual clothes again and walk, or take a taxi, to my club. I am on duty at nine, but I like to be there early. I bring my shoes with me, and new tiny matching panties are there waiting for me. My heart begins to beat with excitement as I fit the coy little g-string snugly between my legs and tie the bows on my hips, the ends hanging conveniently for my lovers' hands to pull apart. I check my hair and face in the mirror, and give my nipples, already erect, an extra tweak to make them point sexily forward. Then I am in the main club room. "Welcome!" I say softly as I bow. "I am Hanako, and I am here to look after you ..." I modestly lower my eyes and pretend to be unaware of the new arrivals' mounting excitement as their eyes roam over my appetising near-nudity. I try not to let them see that I am as excited as they are. "This way, please!" I say as I precede them to a comfortable group of chairs, my elegant legs and pretty bottom shown to best advantage by my high heels. They want me already, I can tell. And I adore being wanted, looking forward to what will happen next. As I warned you, I lead a happy, simple life. But I hope you enjoyed reading about it all the same. Tell me if you did, and perhaps I will write more for you. [Next in Part 06: Chapter VI: Megumi and Sammy: Girl Talk] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams