Author: Bob Williams
Title: Happy Meeting
Universe: The Megumi Stories
Summary: In a hotel in Osaka, a beautiful girl is
accidentally locked out of her room - nude
Keywords: MFF, exhib, Japan

=====

HAPPY MEETING

It was after midnight when I left the hotel bar 
to return to my room. There were still a few 
other members of the convention there, including 
some friends and fellow-journalists attending 
from Tokyo, and the evening had become very 
convivial - enjoyable enough for me to forget my 
resolution to get an early night. The second day 
of the conference was to begin at nine sharp, and 
I had a presentation of my own to make. But in 
the end I decided that the drink in my hand had 
to be definitely the last, and made my 
good-nights. I had already accepted that I should 
be spending the night alone: there was alas no 
time to investigate the Osaka nightlife and pick 
up one of the city's famously beautiful and 
sexually inventive girls, and the few young women 
present at the convention were either not to my 
taste or were already spoken for.

I left the elevator on the fifth floor and set 
off down the corridor towards my room. I passed 
no one till, on turning a corner, I saw a girl 
standing outside a room a few doors closer than 
my own.

She was a lot more than averagely good-looking, 
which, bearing in mind that a girl of average 
looks in Japan would turn heads in America, meant 
a great deal. I guessed she was about 1.60 
metres, say 5 feet 3 inches, with hair hanging in 
gentle waves half-way down her back and a pretty 
oval face with a slightly receding chin and big 
eyes - at least they seemed big because she was 
looking at me with a startled, frightened air. 
Her breasts were firm and large enough to suggest 
some surgical enhancement, but not unnaturally 
exaggerated; they were nicely balanced by her 
hips and a temptingly slender waist, and her 
legs, even without the benefit of heels, were 
long and shapely. I was able to take in all these 
attractive features at a glance because she was 
completely naked.

She had been knocking ineffectually at the door 
of her room as I turned the corner in the 
corridor, but as she became aware of my approach 
straightened up and faced towards me making the 
classic gesture of modesty of a Japanese girl 
taken by surprise, one hand protecting her 
crotch, the other covering the lower part of her 
face.

"Good evening," I said as I came up to her, "is 
there any way I can help you?"

She said nothing, paralysed by the 
inappropriateness of the situation in which she 
found herself.

"Are you locked out of your room?"

Obvious questions with simple answers seemed the 
best way of putting her at her ease. She lowered 
the hand covering part of her face and mouthed 
"Yes." She would probably have gone on to 
apologise for the inconvenience she was causing 
me if I had given her time.

"May I suggest," I continued, taking care not to 
sound in the least threatening or aggressive, 
"that you come to my room for a few minutes while 
I contact the Reception and ask them to send 
someone to help you?"

"Oh, but I couldn't trouble you ..." she began.

Since the only alternative was to stay nude in 
the corridor till staff appeared in the morning 
that was hardly a considered reply - just a 
response of automatic Japanese politeness. I 
decided more automatic exchanges would ease our 
relationship.

"My name is Bob," I said with a stiff masculine 
bow. "How do you do?"

"My name is Akiko," she replied with a deeper, 
more graceful feminine bow. "How do you do?"

We were getting on splendidly, I thought. We 
could have been meeting formally at a conference 
in her office, or more casually at a reception. 
On a more normal occasion I might have asked "is 
that Akiko meaning 'autumn child'?" and cemented 
the relationship by asking her to show me how to 
write the characters.

I took her very lightly by the elbow and guided 
her along the corridor. For the first time since 
I arrived in Japan, and started fucking Japanese 
girls, I was grateful for the Japanese obsession 
with removing shoes whenever possible. Normally I 
found myself arguing with Japanese girls about 
how much more desirable they looked in their 
high-heels, strutting nude around my apartment or 
in bed. But as Akiko walked obediently beside me 
along the hotel's industrial standard corridor 
carpet in her bare feet I could not help thinking 
how a Western girl would be receiving 
subconscious messages that something was wrong: 
to a Japanese girl's mind her lack of shoes no 
doubt seemed entirely natural.

As we made more automatic conversation - 
apologies for the inconvenience she was causing 
me, assurances that she was doing no such thing - 
my mind was working fast. The gentlemanly thing 
to do, of course, would be to bring her at once 
the hotel's towelling bathrobe which I had 
noticed hanging in my closet so that she could 
cover her nakedness while I picked up the phone 
to the Reception. It would be very ungentlemanly 
to take advantage of her helpless nudity. But I 
had always found that in getting what I wanted 
from girls - and giving them what they wanted - 
ungentlemanly behaviour, if discreet and subtle, 
led to the mutually most satisfying results. Of 
course if she actually asked for something to 
wear I would bring it for her at once. But if I 
could distract her from doing so ...

I had decided on this plan of action as we 
reached my door. I smiled down on her as I hunted 
in my jacket pocket for the key-card. I inserted 
it in the reader and ushered her into my room. 
(One of the differences between Japanese and 
Western hotels is that in the former the room 
key-cards actually work.)

"Bathroom over there if you need it," I said.

She smiled gratefully and vanished. While she was 
gone I arranged the room's single armchair in the 
best position for what I had in mind. I pulled 
off my shirt and kicked off my shoes and socks. I 
could hear water from the bathroom, then she 
reappeared with that undefinable air of a girl 
who has attended to her appearance as best she 
can. If she was at all surprised to see me partly 
undressed, she said nothing. It was after all my 
room and I was a _gaijin_ or Westerner with 
notoriously unpredictable and incomprehensible 
habits. As soon as she was settled in the chair I 
went over to the telephone on the bedside table. 
Standing so that what I was doing was partly 
hidden from her, I picked up the receiver; then, 
instead of pressing 9 for Reception, I held down 
the bracket where the earphone rested so as to 
cancel the call. I did my best to look as if I 
were waiting impatiently for a reply.

"No answer," I said. "They must have gone off 
duty for a moment. I'll try again in a few 
minutes."

The only other seat in the room was a small 
uncomfortable stool by the dressing table, which 
I had carefully pushed out of sight. I sprawled 
as elegantly as I could on the floor before her, 
resting one elbow on the arm of her chair, 
careful - as yet - not to touch her.

"Are you from Osaka?" I asked.

Another stupid question requiring a simple 
answer, of course. If you live in a city you are 
unlikely to stay in a hotel there.

"No, I'm from Tokyo," she said.

"Oh, so am I!" I said, as if that simple fact 
created a bond between us. "I'm a writer. I'm 
here for a convention. And you?"

"Well, I'm an actress. I'm here to make a video."

"How exciting. What sort of video?"

"It's a ... an adult video ... You don't mind 
...?"

"But that's wonderful!" I said hastily before she 
could start apologising. "I adore Japanese adult 
videos. I have a big collection. What can I have 
seen you in? I'm sure you're very good."

"Actually, so far I've played only very small 
parts. But I was so happy when my agent called 
and said he'd got me a main part in a big video 
being made in Osaka."

Trying to make it seem a natural response to this 
exciting news, I scrambled round till I was 
sitting between her legs, one hand now resting 
lightly on her knee instead of on the chair-arm.

"Tell me how you came to be locked out of your 
room."

"Well, the person I'm sharing with ..."

"Boy-friend? Partner?"

I like to be sure about a girl's situation before 
I make love to her. A wimpish boy-friend, a 
junior salaryman say in the company where she 
worked as an Office Lady, would not deter me, but 
a lover missing a pinky or two and with a taste 
for full-body tattoos deserved more respect. That 
hardly seemed likely, though: _yakuza_ girls 
tended to go in for bleached hair and trophy 
body-jewellery. Very stimulating, of course, but 
Akiko's style was more wholesome.

"No ... a girl, she's playing the other main part 
in the video," so replied, so naturally that she 
had probably not appreciated the reason for my 
interest. "We met for the first time in the 
afternoon, at a conference with the video 
director. We're sharing a room, actually,"  she 
went on with an intriguing touch of 
embarrassment, "it was supposed to be a twin-bed 
room but there was some mix-up at the hotel and 
it's a room with one big bed. The man from the 
video company said he was very sorry and would we 
mind accepting it. At least for one night. Of 
course we didn't want to make difficulties, and 
said yes."

I now had both hands on her thighs, caressing 
them lightly as I looked up at her face. I had 
already guessed what was to come. If there were 
two female stars in this video, then it would 
undoubtedly include a big lesbian scene. It would 
not surprise me at all, I thought, if the company 
had deliberately arranged for the two girls to 
spend a night in a double-bed together, so they 
could get to know each other and arrive on set 
already experienced in each other's sexual 
skills.

I do not know what percentage of Japanese women 
are committed lesbians. I am sure there are 
statistics: Japan has statistics on everything. 
But there seems no reason why the proportion 
should be different from that in Western 
countries. The number of _un_committed lesbians - 
girls who are basically heterosexual but enjoy 
some lesbian contact - must be huge. Japanese 
girls discover the pleasures of sex through 
physical contact, stroking and petting, with 
school-friends. Even when they have moved on to 
sex with boys those girlish delights continue. 
Groups of teenaged girls meeting in each other's 
homes dare each other to undress and soon morph 
into heaps of deliciously innocent naked 
sensuality, perhaps including newcomers being 
introduced to the harmless joys of multiple 
sucking, fingering and simple sex-toys inducing 
pretty orgasms. Any initial embarrassment is soon 
removed by the typically Japanese, and especially 
typical female Japanese, reluctance to stand out 
from what the group is doing. Later, those girls 
who settle for "respectable" lives with 
hard-working husbands, PTA meetings and wives' 
coffee-mornings in boring "bed-towns" may well be 
drawn into lesbian relationships, one-on-one or 
in groups, for lack of other sexual outlets. No 
one in Japan would think that strange or see it 
as an exclusive life-style choice. Given the 
astonishing physical beauty of young Japanese 
women, and their graceful sexual generosity, it 
is hardly surprising that other women find them 
as irresistible as men do.

"And what happened?" I asked gently, already 
knowing the answer.

"We had something to eat in the coffee-shop, then 
decided to go to bed as we had an early start. 
And as soon as we had both undressed - can you 
guess what happened?"

Of course I could.

"Tell me," I said softly, my eyes on her face.

"She put her arms round me and kissed me ... Of 
course I was surprised, but I didn't mind really, 
I was rather flattered, she is more experienced 
than me and ... Well, it felt nice ..."

"And ...?"

"Soon we were on the big bed together, and she 
was doing such lovely things to me, and I was 
trying hard to do nice things to her in return 
..."

I leant forward and pressed my face into her 
lower stomach, my hands now moving up to hold her 
bottom and pull her closer towards me.

"It was a long time before we finished, and we 
were really tired. Then, in the middle of the 
night I woke and needed to go to the bathroom. I 
could hear her sleeping soundly beside me and I 
didn't want to wake her so I slipped out of bed 
without turning the light on and thought I could 
find the bathroom ... and the next thing I knew I 
had opened the room door by mistake and there I 
was in the corridor with the door closed behind 
me."

"Where I found you."

"Yes."

"Nude."

"Yes ... oh, yes ..."

"Yes ... yes."

That was the last thing either of us said for 
quite a while. I pulled her towards me till she 
was lying almost flat on the seat of the chair, 
and placed one hand firmly under her bottom to 
stop her wriggling. She held her thighs wide 
apart for me and I pressed my open mouth hard 
against her cunt. I could feel her hands on the 
back of my head as she held me in place. I could 
not have escaped even if I had wanted to. I ran 
my tongue along the luscious petals of her pussy, 
enjoying the rich taste of the love-juice which 
had been gathering there as her sweet lust 
mounted. I wanted to tell her how lovely it was 
but my lips had more urgent things to do - and 
other ways of showing her how she pleased me.

I reached my spare hand up to fondle her firm 
breasts, feeling her heart pounding as I did so. 
Just as an experiment I took one erect nipple 
between finger and thumb, pinching and twisting 
it hard. She made no effort to brush my hand 
away - rather took one hand from the back of my 
head and placed it over mine, holding it there 
and willing my torture of her nipple to continue. 
A vision of her bound and helpless, surrendering 
to the loving caress of one of my whips, came 
into my mind. Careful, I thought: just because 
she enjoys the stimulation of having her nipples 
pinched and twisted does not necessarily mean she 
has been fully introduced into the paradise of 
masochistic orgasm.

I moved the tip of my tongue up to the sweet 
little clitoris, struggling shyly to erect itself 
from the hood surrounding it. I had to grip her 
even more tightly to stop her bouncing away from 
the extreme stimulation, so longed for and yet so 
overwhelming. I could hear her gasping and crying 
for more, unable to express herself in words and 
yet making herself clear in the way lovers so 
like to hear. Her tiny love-button stimulated me 
in return with what felt almost like an 
electrical charge, as if I had touched the tip of 
my tongue against a battery. Both hands were 
clutching my head again now as if she wanted me 
never to stop, but after a while I managed to 
move further down her crotch again and dig even 
deeper into her juicy cunt, slurping up the 
delicious nectar flowing from that magic source 
which is waiting to be tapped deep inside every 
girl's insatiable love-hole. Her gasping, 
wordless cries came louder and at last I felt her 
whole body go rigid, relax for a moment, go rigid 
again, as it seemed to want to merge with mine in 
an eternal fusion.

"Oh, that was wonderful!" I said when I was at 
last able to free my mouth enough to use it for 
speech.

"Thank you ... oh, thank you!" she gasped. "But 
I've done nothing for you! Let me, let me!"

I heaved myself to my feet and quickly removed my 
trousers and underpants. My cock sprang erect. I 
helped her to stand too, and at once her hands 
reached for it.

"Yes! Oh, yes! It's so _big_, so beautiful. I 
must have it! Let me love it!"

Was she being sincere, was she saying what she 
hoped I wanted to hear, or was she even repeating 
lines she used in her bit-parts in sex-videos? Of 
course it did not matter. For Japanese girls 
there is no difference between what they feel 
sincerely and what is appropriate to the 
situation in which they find themselves. That is 
why they are such wonderful actresses in 
sex-videos, such sweet whores and such satisfying 
lovers.

We collapsed onto the floor together and I spread 
out on my back. Her clever hands began to stroke 
my cock and balls and soon she was drawing my 
erection into her mouth. She was an expert 
cock-sucker - but then all Japanese girls are 
that. It is one of the first things they learn 
when they discover their sexuality. It would not 
be long before I lost control and exploded 
joyfully into her throat.

"Give me your cunt again!" I begged.

She emptied her mouth long enough to say "Yes! 
Oh, yes please!"

Then her crotch, still soaking from our earlier 
love-making, was trembling over my face. I 
reached up to the chair and managed to drag the 
seat-cushion down onto the floor and under my 
head. My arms were round her waist and her thighs 
were pressed tightly on either side of my face. 
Her skilful hands and mouth resumed their 
maddening stimulation of my cock and balls. There 
is something especially wonderful about making 
love and being made love to in that position, 
surely mouths and tongues cannot be better used 
than in delighting the most sensitive and central 
parts of the adored partner's sexuality. A girl's 
cunt is just so beautiful, it demands to be 
kissed and worshipped. I suppose girls feel the 
same way about a man's erect cock - certainly 
they always seem to. Then the wonderful flow of 
delicious thick love-juice and - if you are 
lucky - the sudden extra spray squirted into your 
mouth at the moment of climax ... I feel almost 
ashamed that all I can give my adored partners in 
exchange is the little mouthful of creamy fuck, 
but I have never known them complain as they 
greedily gulp it down. These delicious liquids 
are almost wasted in cock-to-cunt fucking: the 
tongue and the mouth and the throat are equipped 
with the sensory organs to appreciate their 
luscious beauty.

We came. We came together; and, yes, she was a 
squirter, bless her, filling my mouth at the 
supreme moment with a flood of tasty liquid less 
viscous than the cunt-nectar she had been feeding 
me till then. As for me, I had not had a girl 
since the previous evening and my balls were well 
primed with the thick cream that girls love so 
much.

At last we were lying face-to-face again in each 
other's arms, our hands telling each other how 
much we had relished the pleasure given and 
received.

"What's your favourite fantasy, Bob-san?" she 
asked suddenly with a cute smile.

That was easy to answer.

"Meeting a very sexy and completely nude girl 
lost in a hotel corridor," I said, "and fucking 
her non-stop all night. What's yours?"

She giggled charmingly.

"You won't be shocked?"

"Of course not! Tell me. I told you mine."

"Well, when I masturbate I sometimes dream of 
being the only girl in a group of fifteen or 
twenty men, completely nude and being fucked 
non-stop all night."

"One not enough for you?" I asked, giving her a 
friendly spank on her bottom.

"To begin with," she said, "but then ... Do you 
think my fantasy can ever come true?"

"I don't see why not. Mine just did."

"Ooh ..."

"When we get back to Tokyo," I continued, 
"assuming of course you still want to know me 
then, I'll invite you to my apartment where you 
can be nude with fifteen or twenty of my friends. 
And I guarantee they - we - will fuck you 
non-stop all night."

"Will you really? How wonderful. I've always 
wanted to do that. Have that done to me, I mean."

"Promise." I decided to take the risk of 
exploring the hint of submission in those last 
words. "And not just fucking - I have a big 
collection of ... tools ... devices for giving 
girls ­_very_ special pleasure."

She said nothing, but she gasped and I could feel 
her heart beating fast. Our gentle touching and 
stroking was becoming more insistent. We were 
both getting ready for the next fuck. Thinking 
about my fantasy, and how it had so far become 
reality, was pushing one part of my mind into 
speculation about Part Two: the part I had not so 
far mentioned. Should I take the gamble or not? 
Here was a beautiful and willing girl in my arms, 
and my next fuck was certain. All I had to do was 
help myself. On the other hand something even 
more exciting might just be within reach. I 
decided to risk it.

"What about your friend? Won't she be worried 
about you?"

"Yes, I suppose she is."

"Why don't you ... let's not bother about calling 
the Reception for help ... why don't you call 
your room and see if she's awake? You could ask 
her to open the door for you."

"All right."

I helped her to her feet and, arms round each 
other, we went over to the telephone. She called 
a number and it was answered at once.

"Oh, Reiko-san, I'm sorry. It's me, Akiko, I'm 
_so_ sorry. I'm locked out, please will you let 
me in?"

There was a rapid squawking from the other end 
which included "what happened?" and "I've been so 
worried about you."

"I'm coming now," said Akiko, and hung up.

"Well ..." she said, looking at me.

"I'll come with you," I said.

That after all was an essential part of my 
fantasy Part Two.

She looked at me, her eyes dancing with 
merriment.

"That would make two of us locked out of our 
rooms, nude," she said.

For answer I opened the closet and pulled on the 
towelling robe waiting there. I did not bother to 
tie the belt, but carefully stored the key-card 
in the pocket as I took it from the slot 
controlling the lights and opened the door. We 
stepped into the corridor together. Just a few 
doors down an anxious face was peering out 
towards us. There was a whispered exchange of 
apologies and reassurances, in the course of 
which I was briefly introduced. For a little 
while it seemed likely that the door would slam 
shut behind Reiko, leaving me with two 
deliciously nude girls to look after, but at the 
last moment they moved back inside. I followed 
without waiting to be invited. The room was 
identical in lay-out to my own; feeling somewhat 
overdressed I slipped off my robe and dropped it 
on the armchair.

"You poor darling, you must be exhausted," Reiko 
was saying - to Akiko, not to me.

"I'm all right. Bob-san has been looking after 
me."

"Yes, I can see a girl who has been well looked 
after," Reiko responded with a steely glint in 
her eye. "Go and have a wash and then let me take 
care of you."

Akiko disappeared and the two of us looked each 
other over. I did my best to resemble a 
benevolent uncle - if a naked man in his forties 
with an enormous erection can ever look 
benevolent. Reiko was a couple of centimetres 
shorter than Akiko and stockier: instead of 
Akiko's graceful beauty she had a trim, exercised 
body whose well-toned fitness I very much wanted 
her to demonstrate in my company. Just at the 
moment there seemed little prospect of that.

"I am in love with Akiko," she said at last.

"So am I in love with Akiko," I replied.

"You can't be. You've only just met."

"So have you only just met."

"I am not prepared to share her with a man."

"I am very willing to share her with another 
girl. In fact I'm looking forward very much to 
doing that."

There was a pause.

"For a man you are not stupid."

"I understand you are preparing a big lesbian 
scene in the video you are making."

"Oh, she told you about that, did she?" She 
hadn't, of course, but it was an obvious guess. 
"We're both looking forward to it very much 
indeed."

"I'm looking forward to watching the video. Very 
much."

Akiko came out of the bathroom, still charmingly 
nude and with an air of saintly innocence. She 
joined us and put her arms round us both.

"I love Akiko much more than you do," said Reiko.

"I love you both just the same," said Akiko.

"I'm sure I'll love Reiko as much as I love 
Akiko," I said.

So that was all clear. Akiko moved a step away 
from us and her hands reached for my cock.

"Oh, it's so beautiful!" she said, "and so big!"

Reiko said nothing. It was clearly my turn.

"I want Reiko to sit on my face," I said, "so I 
can find out if she tastes as delicious as Akiko 
does."

"And I want this in my cunt," said Akiko quickly 
before Reiko could have her turn, "so I can find 
out how lovely it feels."

"Haven't you done that already?" asked Reiko with 
the air of a schoolmistress criticising the 
non-arrival of homework. "What have you two been 
doing together all this time?"

"Oh, sucking each other," said Akiko innocently. 
"It was lovely. Bob is very good. And he came 
beautifully in my mouth."

I began to urge the girls towards the bed. They 
were soon kneeling facing each other and before 
they could exclude me I pushed myself between 
them and lay back luxuriously. I could feel Akiko 
preparing to take command of my erection. Reiko 
clearly had no intention of being a spectator as 
her beloved and I renewed our passionate 
coupling. Soon my vision was blacked out, her 
crotch descending onto my face and wriggling into 
position as her muscular thighs gripped my head 
the way I love a Japanese girl's thighs to do. I 
held her waist and pulled her onto me, but more 
because that is what I do when a girl sits on my 
face than because it was necessary to hold her in 
position. I curled my tongue and entered her as 
hard as I could. She did not taste as delicious 
as Akiko, just different: as all men surely know, 
every girl is unique - just as every man's cum 
has a special flavour, or so girls say. I felt 
Akiko begin to impale herself on my cock, as the 
two girls embraced and hugged and kissed above 
me, turning our love-making into a pyramid of 
blissful lust.

Fantasies do come true sometimes - both parts of 
them.

=====

I hope you enjoyed this story. Please send me your 
comments at 
bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk
All constructive comments welcome!

If you liked it, you'll find my other stories at 
/files/Authors/Bob_Williams 
Lots of charming Japanese girls there, eager to 
tell you all about their sexual activities. Don't 
keep them waiting!