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 Japan Camp Counselors 7: Consoling Michiyo By Ken Maeda

   The story so far: I'm an 18-year-old Japanese-American who is working
for the summer as a camp counselor in Japan.  All of the other counselors
turned out to be beautiful young women: the statuesque Mika, funny Chie,
wholesome Kayo, cute Mai, shy Kimiko and intense Michiyo.  For a while, it
looked like Mai and I were going to go out, but she got too serious a bit
too soon, and I ended up falling for her best friend, Chie.  We made love
one night on the shore of the river, but since then she has been
preoccupied with consoling Michiyo who apparently broke up with her
boyfriend.  At bedtime, Mika sent me down to make sure all our kids were
tucked in, and somehow I got talked into going down to the big communal
bath with Sayuri and Yayoi, two of Mika's high school girls.  Suddenly, Mai
and Chie came into the bath, so I hid, and then chased Sayuri and Yayoi off
to bed, before going out to see Chie and Mai.

   Covering my erection with my towel, I took a deep breath and then
stepped out the glass door to the relative darkness of the outdoor bath
where Mai and Chie had gone.  There was enough light for me to make out
their bare backs and behinds, quite shapely really, their skin glistening
wet in the moonlight.  Seeing the two of them side by side made me realize
that Chie's skin was rather lighter than Mai's.  Unfortunately, Mai caught
a glimpse of me out of the corner of her eye, and quickly covered her
delicious little ass with her hands.  This was not the first time I'd seen
her nude of course, but the last time we'd bathed together here, we were
alone.  I mostly wanted to talk to Chie, but having the two of them here
made things a bit more complicated to say the least.

   "Ara!  Ken wa itsu kara haitte kita no?  (Oh!  Ken, when did you come
in?)" Chie cried out, covering her breasts and pussy with her hands.  The
question sounded innocent enough, but there was something about the way she
said it that made me wonder if she had seen me hiding behind Sayuri in the
bath just a few minutes before.

   Mai strode through the knee-deep water over to where she'd left her
towel, and hurriedly wrapped it around her.  What I didn't understand was
why she was walking around nude outside in the first place if she didn't
want to be seen.  I guess it was night, and the camp is pretty isolated,
but surely the people who live nearby must know about this place.  Anyone
could just walk round to the side of the building, and the bath would be in
clear view.  Chie didn't even bother to go for her towel.  I was still
trying in vain to hide my raging hard-on behind my own towel.

   "Atashitachi no koto wo nozoite ita deshou (You were spying on us,
weren't you?)" Chie shot at me accusingly.  She loved to tease me like
this, but all I could do was smile wanly, hoping the innocent Mai didn't
think I was too much of a letch.  Mai turned away, and looked down at the
ground, embarrassed by the whole situation.

   "Koko ni haitta toki, Ken-san inakatta ja nai.  Doko de kakureta no? 
(You weren't here when we came in?  Where were you hiding?")

   Damn.  Even if Chie hadn't seen me hiding behind Sayuri, she still
seemed to have a pretty good idea that something was up.

   "Sonna ni okoranai de yo.  Betsu ni nozoite ita wake ja nai shi (Don't
get so angry.  I wasn't spying on you)."

   "Dattara kaette yo.  Ima onna no jikantai dakara (Then, leave.  Now is
the women's bath time)."

   We hadn't really set up a system of men's and women's bath times, but I
didn't want to argue either, and antagonize them any further.  I took one
last look at Chie's tight little body, and then beat my retreat.  I still
wanted to talk to her, but anyway, it would definitely be better to get her
alone.

   I got changed, and headed up to the lounge, but no one was around.  I
started to go back to my room, when I noticed Michiyo's door open.  As I
walked closer, I could hear her crying again.  Something about the way she
was crying - her soft sobs - gave me a lump in my throat.  I felt a bit bad
about the way I'd thought of her, as sullen and brooding.  Now that we were
counseling the same age group, we'd been talking more, and it was clear
that her silent intensity hid a gentle kindness and sensitivity I found
quite appealing.

   I debated just going away to leave her to cry, but somehow I just
couldn't leave her like that.  I knocked, just to see if there was anything
I could do.  The force of my knock pushed the door open wider, till I could
see her lying face down on her bed crying into her pillow in the dark room.
She had changed into her off-hours clothes: her backless top and hip hugger
jeans.  The way she was lying, face down on the bed, you could see the
curve of her ass sticking up in the air.  Then the strangest thought hit
me. I suddenly realized that Michiyo was the only one of the counselors I
hadn't seen in the nude at one point or another.  For some reason, this
struck me as decidedly unfair.  I'd seen all the others.  Why not her?

   "Michiyo-san, daijoubu desu ka.  (Michiyo, are you alright?)"

   She stopped sobbing, but didn't pull her head up from the pillow right
away.  I tensed wondering if I'd gone too far in knocking.  She slowly
wiped off her face, and raised her head.  There were black lines running
down her cheeks, her mascara having mixed with her tears.  I nervously
stepped into the dark room, and handed her a tissue from the box on her
desk.  She wiped her eyes, but the mascara just spread further.  She looked
like one of those Goth girls from a Halloween dance.

   I just stood there for a moment, but then she rolled back against the
wall to let me sit on the edge of her bed.  She was obviously in a very
emotional state, feeling lost and lonely.  She looked up at me with wide
eyes as if searching for something to believe in.  The look tore at my
heart.  I found myself drawn to her, attracted by her vulnerability. 
Michiyo looked down for a minute, and then tried to get a grip on herself.

   "Ken-san, yasashii ne.  (Ken, you are a kind man)." She seemed so happy
to have me there.

   "Anooo...  (Um)." I wanted to ask her what had happened, but I wasn't
sure how to phrase it.  Had her boyfriend dumped her before she got a
chance to dump him?  Or maybe she hadn't really wanted to dump him at all,
but knew it was coming.  Maybe that's why she'd seemed so intense these
last few weeks.  Perhaps she wasn't like that at all.  Maybe she was a
cheerful girl who'd just hit on some bad times.

   She looked back up into my eyes.  She rounded her lips, wet and
glistening, into a little circle as if she were about to say something. 
They looked so soft, feminine and inviting.  She radiated this raw
emotional sensuality.

   She lay back on the bed and half closed her eyes looking up at me almost
like a purring cat.  Her body was twisted in such a way as to emphasize the
round fullness of her breasts and the curve of her hips.  I looked down at
her blouse, and her nipples were sticking up making little indentations in
the thin material.  The top button of her jeans lay undone.  The naked
flesh of her taut tummy and belly button was in clear view, but I couldn't
quite see where her pubic hair began.  I remembered the night when we'd
played the King game, and she'd jumped on top of me, her pussy just inches
from my throbbing cock.  I looked back up at her face, now completely lost
in her spell.  I wanted to kiss her, to feel her in my arms, to ease her
sorrow and pain and replace it with joy.

   She raised herself up, and we sat there our faces poised a few inches
from each other.  Almost before I realized it, our lips had connected.  My
senses were swirling as I drank in her musky aroma, the delicious taste of
her ruby red lips.  I'm not sure who initiated it, but she did not resist.
I pulled back, but her lips followed me forward.  Her loneliness and
sadness were melting away into passionate abandon.  My hands instinctively
settled on her breasts, kneading their soft warmth, teasing the nipples
through the thin cloth of her blouse.  I've got to see them.

   Her lips opened, and I slid my tongue in.  I pulled at her top, but it
was too tight.  I fiddled with the strings that ran down each side, but in
the darkness, I couldn't see how to get them undone.  I lay down beside
her, and slid my hands into the waistband of her jeans at the side.  They
slid down as her hips undulated in and out with pleasure.  Oh god, she was
such a work.

   She pulled away, and flipped over on to her front again to give me a
better shot at undoing her top.  I could just see the top of her
wonderfully round ass cheeks peering out from above her hip huggers.  Her
hips looked so inviting.  I pulled at her jeans, but they were so damn
tight.  Ever so slowly, I worked them down till the silky smooth flesh of
her lilywhite ass slid into view.  There was a tan line where her jeans
ended making me feel like I was entering forbidden territory, one of the
precious few to ever get this far.  I wondered if she'd slept with her
boyfriend.  She certainly knew how to get me excited.

   Finally, I pulled down her jeans far enough to get a glimpse of her
pussy between her legs.  I was shocked to find the lips of her vulva wet
and slippery to the touch.  Had she been masturbating when I knocked?  Had
she been fantasizing about her old boyfriend?  Or perhaps about me?  I only
dared hope.  I fumbled in my pocket for a condom.  I'd intended to use
these on Chie, but Michiyo was in obvious need of consoling.  I pulled my
hand from between her legs, and ripped open the condom packet, and quickly
freed my dragon from its confines.  Once he was in proper uniform, I
crawled on top of her, and lowered him closer to the gates to the castle.

   She turned her head to look back at me, but made no move to stop me as I
slid him into her waiting pussy.  She shuddered as he inched forward
squeezing into the wet warm confines of her luscious twat.  Her
outstretched fingers quivered, as I pushed deeper and deeper inside her.  I
reached down with one hand and grabbed her ass stretching it outward, so I
could get in even deeper.  With her legs pinned together by her jeans, she
was helpless, struggling to rise.  I thought she might be trying to push me
off, but then I realized she wanted me to peel off her pants.  My cock was
burning hot, but I pulled out of her long enough to pull her jeans down and
off.  She got up on all fours to make it easier for me to reenter her.  She
had a delicious red twat accented by her lush black pussy hair.  As I eased
back in, she was already squeezing and milking me mercilessly.  It wouldn't
be long before I blew.

   Suddenly from the door, we heard the sound of footsteps and voices.  It
was definitely Mai and Chie coming back from their bath.  The door to
Michiyo's room was open, so we could hear them quite clearly.  I knew that
I had to pull away and hide, but the feelings of pleasure were so intense.
I continued to thrust into Michiyo's delectable cunt.

   "Michiyo, daijoubu desu ka (Michiyo, are you OK?)." It was Mai's voice.
I was half way out of my head with desire.  Her voice just made me even
more excited.

   "A, hai.  Chotto matte ne (Yes, just a minute)," Michiyo called out, her
voice amazingly calm considering I had my long one stuck deep up her crack.
She moved to pull away from me, but in the fever of my desire, I held her
hips tightly, and pulled her back into me.  She was clearly close to the
edge too because she arched her back, and trembled violently, but finally
she managed to claw her way forward, and pull away.  I continued to stare
at her naked ass, but she quickly got up, pushed me into her bathroom, and
closed the door.  I could hear the three of them talking, but I was too
worked up to be able to follow what they were saying.  I pulled up my
pants, but I was still too hard to easily do up the fly.  With some effort,
I finally got the dragon back into its cage.  After what seemed like
forever, Michiyo opened the door, and whispered,

   "Hayaku itta hou ga ii yo.  Chie-chan-tachi wa mou sugu modotte kuru
(You'd better go quickly.  Chie and Mai will be back soon)."

   I kissed her on the lips, and then quickly tiptoed back to my own room.
I was extremely frustrated and nervous as hell.  I tried in vain to calm
myself, but I kept thinking of Michiyo's luscious body and pussy.  Unable
to take it anymore, I stripped down, and took a cold shower.

   I changed into my pj's, but sat on my bed debating what to do.  It was
so quiet, but I couldn't very well take the risk of going back to Michiyo's
room.  For all I knew, Chie and Mai might still be there with her.  As I
pondered what to do, a rap came at my door.  I opened it, and there stood
Sayuri, the girl who'd been grabbing at my penis in the bath earlier.

   "E?  Doushita n da?  (What's wrong?)," I asked gruffly, clearly not in
the mood for more of her shenanigans.

   "Nemurenai.  (I can't sleep)." I felt the hairs on my neck stand up as I
realized she was only wearing the top half of her pj's.  She was holding
her pillow in front of her, so I couldn't tell if she had underwear on, but
her legs were definitely bare.  Nervously peering down the hall, I came out
of my room, and pushed her into the stairwell where our voices wouldn't
carry so much.

   "Dattara, jibun no beddo ni modotte, hitsuji demo kazoe na (Then you'd
better get back to your own bed, and count sheep)."

   She looked up at me with her big innocent eyes, and then looked down
sadly, hurt that I would send her back.

   "Ashita datte iroiro aru kara, hayaku nenai to.  Ore mo neru kara
(Tomorrow there's another full day ahead.  I'm going to go to sleep too),"
I told her in my best counselor tone of voice.

   She slowly turned away, and started plodding down the stairs.  I stared
after her, her pj top just barely covering her behind, not quite able to
tell if she had anything on underneath.  She had an appealing little body,
and definitely had a thing for me, but I had more-or-less made up my mind
to resist her charms.  She'd be gone in a few days, and I didn't want to
spoil things with Chie or Michiyo or whomever it was I ended up going out
with.  I breathed a deep sigh of relief, and headed back to my room to get
some sleep.

   As luck would have it, the next morning as I left my room, I saw Michiyo
coming out of hers.  She bowed her head forward to hide her face with her
hair, and scurried off in the other direction.

   "Hey, where are you going?" I called out in English.  What is it with
these girls anyway?  Chie was exactly the same way the night after we did
it.  I wandered down to the cafeteria.  The girls were all in a circle
around Michiyo, but they could tell that something was up.  Here, Michiyo
was supposed to be heart-broken, but she didn't look that way at all.  She
almost looked happy.  I decided to sit with my kids, but I was glad to see
I'd done some good.  I could still picture her delectable body naked there
in the dim light of her room.

   We'd missed out on the field day earlier in the week because of the
rain, so today we had some outdoor activities planned.  Mika's group took
the swimming pool, while the rest of went down the hill.  Michiyo's group
and mine got to play 'Daruma-san ga koronda,' a game where you have to
freeze every time the person who is 'it' is looking at you.  They pretty
much ran it themselves, while Michiyo and I sat, and watched.  I wanted to
talk with her about the night before, but she kind of signaled with her
eyes that this was not a good idea with so many people watching.  At least,
she was being friendlier than Chie has been since that night on the
riverbank.  I started to compare in my mind Chie and Michiyo's skills as
lovers.  I hadn't managed to go all the way with Michiyo, so I couldn't
really compare.  We'd just have to go all the way, and only then would I be
able to come to a 'fair' decision, I decided.

   The morning passed quickly, and soon we went up the hill for lunch.  We
were a bit early, so we let our kids run back to their rooms.  While I was
standing alone in the empty cafeteria, Mika's girls came through still
dripping wet in their swimsuits from their swim.  I spotted Rika, the cute
girl whose ass I'd got a nice view of the night before when we were playing
Jenga.  She looked pretty foxy in her blue one-piece swimsuit, but she
shied away when she saw me watching her.  Sayuri though came right up to
me, and bumped her shoulder playfully against mine.

   "Ken-chan, nani shite ita no?  (Hey Kenny, what were you doing?)" She'd
wrapped a towel around her shoulders, but it didn't go down far enough to
cover her crotch.  Her swimsuit was pink and silver, and so tight you could
see the line of her crack right through the material.  I tried not to look
at it, but I started to get stiff in spite of myself.  The other girls went
upstairs to change, but Sayuri stayed talking with me jumping around
excitedly and spreading her legs to give me the best possible view of her
tight little cunt.  Despite myself, I started to feel attracted to her and
her infectious enthusiasm.  The counselors all flirted with me too, but
none seemed as determined as Sayuri to get me to pork her.  I wondered what
she would be like in bed, but then my kids started to flock into the
cafeteria, so I left her, and went to pick up my lunch.

   I sat with my kids, but looked over at where Michiyo, Chie and the other
counselors were sitting.  Sayuri, however, got in the way, kneeling on the
bench between us with her back to me.  She leaned way forward evidently to
give me a good look at her precious little rear with her slender thong of a
swimsuit wedged tightly in between.  I couldn't help staring till my kids
started wondering what I was looking at, so I tried to change the subject.
Sayuri looked over at me with a look of supreme confidence.  She only had a
day or two left, but she seemed determined to get me yet.

   The afternoon went by uneventfully, and at night, we went down to the
summer center to let our kids finish up their skits for the big final night
bash.  Michiyo and I left them to it, and we sat out on the wooden steps of
the center enjoying the cool night air.  Our very close encounter of the
night before made it hard for me to get the conversation rolling.  I wanted
to pick up where we left off, but I didn't want it to seem like I was just
interested in sex.  The only thing I could think to talk about was her
ex-boyfriend, but she still seemed quite sensitive about that, so
ultimately I just kept quiet.  This might sound weird, but sometimes I
think in Japan, you learn to trust people by spending time with them just
sitting there not saying anything, more so than by making witty
conversation the way people tend to do back home in the States.

   Our kids finished up, and we all headed back up the hill to the main
building.  Michiyo went to her room, and shut the door.  I sat there
wondering if I should knock when Mika and Kayo came up.  They knocked, but
apparently Michiyo told them she wanted to be alone.  Mika and Kayo came
into the lounge, and they asked me about how the day had gone.  For some
reason, Mika seemed to have decided I wasn't such a bad guy after all, and
our conversation went smoothly for once.  Kimiko and Mai came back from
tucking all the kids in.  I wondered for a sec if I should have volunteered
to do that, just for an excuse to drop in on Rika and Sayuri, but it's
probably for the best I didn't.  It would have sounded too suspicious.

   Chie came into the lounge, but she seemed a bit on edge.  I wondered if
she was angry about my "spying" on her and Mai in the bath, or somehow knew
about my near thing with Michiyo.  She didn't seem too upset though, just
not her usual friendly self.  Everyone seemed pretty tired, so soon enough
they all headed back to their rooms.  I opened the door to my room, but it
seemed so dark and lonely.  Oh well, tomorrow is another day.

   I woke up the next morning in kind of a weird mood.  As you've probably
noticed, I'm not really the sentimental type, but for some reason, I felt
sad that this would be our last day together with this group of kids.  My
own kids had been nice enough, but I found my thoughts drifting to Mika's
girls.  I'd enjoyed their innocent coquettishness, our game of Jenga and
getting coaxed into the bath with Sayuri and Yayoi.  It'd been fun.  My
relationship with Chie and my abortive tryst with Michiyo were of course
still on my mind, but they could wait.  I wanted to at least say thank you
to Mika's girls for welcoming me into their room and their lives.  I felt
like I owed them that much.

   Everyone was busy getting ready for the big bash that night.  Michiyo
and I helped our kids polish up their skits.  Michiyo seemed less strained
than the last few days.  The shock of being dumped by her boyfriend was
fading.  I didn't know where that left us, but she seemed happier anyway.
The day wore on, and I still couldn't find an opportunity to chat with
Mika's girls, at least not without arousing the suspicions of the other
counselors.

   After supper, we let our kids go get ready.  After the skits, there was
a plan to put the smaller kids to bed, and have a dance.  I kind of pointed
out that I was the only adult male, but Mika explained it was going to be a
square dance.  All the girls and even the other counselors seemed pretty
excited about the idea of a dance, and as I wandered the halls everyone was
busily getting made up and dressed up nice.  I quickly changed into a white
shirt and dress pants, and then quietly nipped down to the second floor to
see what Sayuri and Yayoi had cooked up.  Rika answered their door when I
knocked.  She was clutching a towel in front of her and obviously in the
midst of changing.

   To be continued

   Ken Maeda You can find my stories on Don Gordon's web page:
/~DonGordon/ Or his ftp site:
/files/Authors/DonGordon