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 Year away in Japan Part 5

   By Don Gordon

   The story so far: I'm a 23-year old American who's just finishing up a
one year work stint in Japan as an English teacher in a small seaside town
not far from Tokyo.  I was all set to go home, when suddenly one morning,
one of my students, a cute girl named Ai, gave me a peek under her skirt.
She was naked underneath, and it turned out she was doing it to get me to
stay another year.  I got so worked up about it I ended up catching the
flu. The next day, Ai showed up to take care of me, and ended up sleeping
over.  The next morning, Elise, my girlfriend from the States, phoned, and
Ai realizing that she might lose me, suggested we go to a park to make
love. Once we got there, she ended up stripping off all her clothes, and
with people here and there and rain pouring down, I lent her my shirt, and
we sought refuge in a temple.

   Relieved that the boys who had been coming this way had passed us by, Ai
started looking around the temple.

   "I never been here before," she remarked.

   "Yeah, me neither."

   Beside the main altar, there was a small alcove where there were some
sculptures of various Buddhist deities on display.  Ai looked from one to
the other as if she were searching for something, till her eyes finally lit
up.  I followed her gaze, and there was a statuette of a nude woman.

   "Who's that?"

   "Benten.  She's kami (=goddess) this temple."

   Slowly, I began to realize that perhaps Ai had picked out this
particular area for a reason.  She looked at the statue, eyes wide, and a
gentle smile on her lips.  I was about to lecture her on the difference
between goddesses and real live girls, but realized that I was partly to
blame for all this.  If I was going to lecture her, I should have done it
that first morning when she was flitting around my classroom with no
panties on under her skirt.

   Ai turned to me, and giggling, again put her arms behind her head
imitating the pose of the Benten statue.  Pretending to be unhappy with the
likeness, she looked at me coyly, and then started to undo the buttons of
the shirt I had given her.  We both glanced nervously towards the door, but
I did not move to stop her.  She took the shirt off, handed it back to me,
and once more lifted her arms up.

   The nude figure of Ai was much more vivid and sexy than the tiny old
bronze statuette - the pinkness of her young flesh, her pitch-black pubic
hair, the inviting roundness of her small breasts.  I put my arms around
her, and leaned down to kiss her.  She was shaking like a leaf, partly from
the cold water that was still dripping down her skin, but also in evident
excitement.  She pulled away, but shyly licked her lips, and then kissed me
back.

   I reached down, and lifted her up into my arms.  She looked surprised
and afraid that she would fall, but I slowly kneeled down cradling her body
underneath me to keep her from touching the cold marble floor.  I put my
hand between her legs, and ran my fingers up her crack.  She shuddered, but
she was completely drenched in her own juices.  Unable to wait any longer,
I undid my trousers and pulled them down, my engorged member longing to get
inside her.  I clumsily pulled a condom from my jean pocket, opened it, and
carefully slid it on, her eyes watching me wide with wonder.

   I lifted up one of her legs, and pulled it up and around to the other
side of me.  She fell backward, but managed to stop her fall by putting her
hands out on the floor behind her.  She was spread-eagled helplessly in
front of me, so I grabbed her hips, and pulled her towards my aching cock.
I slid the head of my cock along her crack, but she was so tight, it
wouldn't go in at first.

   Just when I thought I'd found the right angle, we heard the clacking of
a stick on the marble floor back toward the entrance.  We both froze, my
cock poised anxiously at her heavenly gates.  I wanted so much to just
slide it in, and hump away, but the clacking of the cane was coming closer,
so finally with an act of will, I lifted Ai off of me, and quickly tossed
her my shirt.  My cock was so stiff I could barely get it to go back inside
my undershorts.  I finally got it in, and carefully did up the zipper, just
as the temple priest came around the corner and into view.  Ai got the
shirt back on, and stood up, but she looked absolutely terrified, her hair
still dripping wet from the rain.

   The priest just stood there facing us and not moving, a long staff in
his hand.  He was bald and older, wearing the formal black robes that many
Buddhist priests do.  I was so flustered at first I couldn't look him in
the eye, but I gradually noticed that he didn't seem to be looking at us
either, but rather at something on the wall behind us.  I turned around to
see what it was, but Ai said softly,

   "His eye cannot see."

   What?  He's blind?  I looked back at him not quite believing her.

   "E?  Gaikoku no kata desu ka?  (Are you foreign visitors to our
country?)," he asked.  At first I felt sure this meant he could see us, but
then I realized he had heard Ai speak in English.

   "Iyee, watashi wa nihonjin desu keredomo, tomodachi wa amerikajin desu
(No, I'm Japanese, but my friend is American)." Ai stood up holding the two
sides of her shirt together, still unsure of whether she was right.  The
priest's eyes looked toward her voice, but they were ever so slightly off
to the side from where Ai was standing.  "Ano, koko no oboosan desu ka (Are
you the priest of this temple?)"

   "Hai, sou desu.  (Yes, that's right)."

   Ai moved in quite close to him, but he didn't blink nor register her
presence.  Quivering nervously, she decided to test her theory, and let her
shirt fall open a bit exposing her naked pussy to his gaze.  As she waited
for his reaction, she flushed red, her breathing quite audible.  I looked
down at her pussy still dripping wet with rain and her own juices, and then
at him, but he was still looking slightly above her head.  Satisfied that
she was right, she motioned for me to hand her a handkerchief.  I pulled
one out, and watched still somewhat anxious as she began wiping the cream
off the inside of her legs right there in front of him.

   "A, gomen nasai ne.  Sakki tomodachi to hashagisugite, meiwaku datta
kashira (Oh sorry.  I hope we didn't disturb you with our fooling around.)"

   "Iya.  Daijoubu desu.  Nanka sakende iru you na ki ga shite shirabe ni
kimashita (No that's OK.  I thought I heard someone moaning, so I came to
see if you were OK)." His voice sounded sincere, and neither Ai nor I could
tell how much the priest suspected.

   "Ah, doumo.  (Thank you)." As soon as Ai had gotten cleaned up, we
excused ourselves, and high-tailed it out of there as fast as we could. 
Even after we got outside, Ai was shaking, but obviously still high from
having wiped off her wet pussy right in front of a priest.

   "That was amazing!" she bubbled, looking up at me beaming.  It had
stopped raining, but the ground was quite wet.  Once we got around to the
back of the temple, she started fiddling with the buttons on her shirt.  I
looked down at her, more nervous than ever now that we'd been discovered
once.

   "Maybe you'd better keep it on."

   Ai still had that same mischievous gleam in her eye.  She looked around,
but there was no sign of anyone.  She came closer.

   "Donarudo, kiss me."

   I have to admit, my feelings for her were growing stronger all the time.
She was crazy of course, but it was a craziness I found irresistible.  I
kissed her gently, and she started tugging at my trousers.

   "Ai, don't be silly."

   "Why?  We almost did...  in temple."

   "Yeah, well, that was...  I mean...  anyway, I think we'd better go back
up, and get your clothes before someone else finds us."

   She looked up at me curiously, tilting her head coquettishly to the
side, seemingly dissatisfied at my stodginess, but then she just blinked
and smiled.  She held my hand, as we walked back into the woods.

   It had stopped raining, but all the leaves felt quite wet as we brushed
past them.  She shivered, and snuggled up close to me.  We heard a cracking
sound on the path ahead, and she stopped, and stood stock still, trying to
see what it was.  Some birds flew out of the trees into the sky.

   "I don't suppose too many people will be walking around here with the
path all muddy like this," I ventured.

   Ai took this as to be my permission to take her clothes off again.  She
undid the shirt, and let it slide down her arms before handing it back to
me.  Her pink skin almost seemed to glow against the dull green and grey of
the forest.  I hadn't really had time to take a long look at her since we
arrived, so I took the shirt from her, and let her walk on ahead.  She
smiled at me wistfully, and then slowly walked along the path spreading her
arms out and obviously enjoying being free of her clothes.  She looked so
peaceful and content.  Maybe, she isn't an exhibitionist, just a nudist.  I
briefly imagined myself taking her back to the States and the two of us
leading a carefree and happy life, going to nudist beaches together and
having a great time.  Maybe she'd learn to like the States, and we'd be
happy together.

   I came out of my reverie, just as we came to the steep slope leading up
to where we'd left our things.  Ai bent forward, and was grabbing onto
plants and rocks to pull herself up.  She'd make a great rock climber.  I
couldn't help but stare at her little upturned behind, her bright red pussy
lips peeking out from amid her soft black pubic hair.  I forgot completely
what I was thinking, and stood transfixed by her sexiness and beauty.  I
could feel my cock stiffening again.  She paused at the top of the slope,
her graceful form highlighted against the now blue sky.

   "Don't you come up?" she asked sweetly.

   When I finally made it up, she was getting her clothes out of her
backpack.  I think she'd started to get cold running around naked like that
for so long.  I wanted to sit down on the ground sheet, but the rain had
formed little puddles in it here and there.  I lifted it up and shook it
off, while Ai put on my hoodie again.  The way her tight little body filled
it out made it hard to believe that the hoodie was actually my own.  She
looked a damn sight better in my clothes than I ever did.

   I started to wipe the ground sheet off with some tissues from my pack.
Ai walked over to the edge of the cliff, and peered down at the ocean
below. The hoodie hung just about halfway down her round little ass cheeks,
driving me to distraction.  I couldn't seem to get the ground sheet dry,
and I was getting increasingly frustrated, not so much with the sheet as
with my inability to have sex with Ai.

   "Everything is all wet," Ai said cheerfully, as if this were a cause for
joy.  She squatted down next to me, her curvy hips not quite covered by the
hoodie.  "Donarudo, we don't have to do today."

   I looked back at her sadly.

   "Donarudo, don't be sad." She leaned over and kissed me softly, and I
felt all my worries melt away.  She moved to pull back, but my lips pursued
hers, hungry for their tender warmth.  I was intoxicated by her scent, her
warmth, the softness of her skin.  She broke away again this time gasping
for air.

   To keep from falling back, she wrapped her delicate little fingers
tightly around my arms, but this was more than I could take.  I had to take
her, to have her, to feel myself inside her and glory in the feeling.  My
inner beast broke free of its chains, and I sprang forward hungering to
taste her lips again.  She fell back into the mud landing on her bare ass.
The mud flew up splattering me in the face and all over both of us.  As I
gazed hungrily down at her widely spread legs and her taut little pussy in
between, teacher and beast raged against each other in my mind.  The beast
was urging me forward, oblivious to the mud and her feelings.  She looked
at me shocked for a moment, squirming around in the mud.  I ran my
mud-smeared hand up her inner thigh, and then suddenly she broke out
laughing.

   I don't know if she planned it, but anyway, this was exactly the right
thing to do.  Somehow the sight of her laughing, the cheerful sparkle in
her eye, stopped me just at the edge of the precipice.  I backed away and
slouched into the mud, the beast once more shackled and latched into its
cage.

   Ai's laughing slowly faded back into a contented smile.  It seems she
had found my clumsy pawing ticklish.  She didn't seem to realize how close
I had come to taking her, or perhaps it was just that she trusted me.  She
sat up, straightened the hoodie, and calmly started wiping away the mud
from her body as best she could.  I felt a twinge of guilt for not having
shown her more respect.  My sexual frustration had become so acute that it
had momentarily gotten the better of me.  I don't think she realized that
she was playing with fire.  I suddenly remembered the feeling of her tongue
running up my penis as I talked to Elise this morning.  God, it's no wonder
I'm so worked up.  Could any man take this endless teasing calmly?

   Ai dug her watch out of her bag.

   "Oh, Donarudo, it's almost supper time.  I have to go home.  My parents
wait."

   I hadn't thought about that.  She hadn't been home for the last day and
a half.  They would surely be wondering where she was.  I began wiping the
mud from my hands, suddenly saddened that we would have to part.  Ai
noticed my sadness, and moved her face down in front of mine.

   "Ok, don't worry.  I have idea.  Tomorrow after school, you come near my
house.  I take you excursion, show you interesting place."

   "Alright."

   We both got up, and brushed the mud off.  I got out some tissues, and
handed her a couple.  She started to blush as she nervously ran the tissue
down the crack of her bum.

   "Don't look," she said shyly.  I realized that this was probably the
first time I had ever seen her blush.  I kept on looking at her face
enjoying seeing her embarrassed for a change.  She finally got tired of
telling me not to look, and walked away through the tall grass a bit to
hide what she was doing.

   "You can't go home all covered in mud," I yelled out.

   She came back, and hastily dug her underpants out of her bag.  I watched
as she put them on, quite surprised by this sudden streak of bashfulness.
She got out her jeans, and after she'd squeezed into them, looked at me
peevishly.

   "Can I use your shower?"

   "Sure."

   We walked back to the station, still trying to wipe off the mud.  We
caught the train back to my place.  She had a quick shower, and changed
back into her school uniform.

   "See you tomorrow at school," she said as she left.

   That night, I just took it easy, and tried to figure out what I should
do.  I had to go pick up my plane ticket home at some point, and time was
running out.  I decided to wait for Monday, and see what the weekend would
bring.

   The next day at school, I stopped by at the main office, and the
principal himself came out to see if I was all right.  The whole week I'd
been so focused on Ai, I'd almost forgotten that I'd left school Tuesday
with a raging fever.  They all seemed quite concerned, but I told them I
was fine.  The students in my homeroom seemed just as worried.  They wanted
to go on one last excursion before the year ended, but I told them I wasn't
sure if we'd have time.  For one thing, Ai was taking me out on our own
little excursion that night.

   In class, Ai continued to ignore me, which I still found unsettling, but
I knew she was just trying to avoid giving us away.  When I came back from
lunch, I found a note on my desk on when and where to meet her.  We had
each other's cell phone numbers, so it wouldn't be hard to hook up.  School
finally finished, and I managed to slip away before my fans converged on my
room.  I went home, showered and changed, and filled up my backpack.  Ai
had told me to bring stuff for an overnight trip "just in case." I wasn't
sure what she was up to, but I packed my pj's, a change of clothes,
toothbrush and shaving kit.

   To be continued

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