Learning_About_Myself.02

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/02
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF
BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS

FINAL REVISED EDITION

PART 02

CHAPTER II

My First Adventure with Reina

Reina's alarm-clock woke us both up in good time for 
the business of getting me off to school. During the 
night we must have rearranged ourselves so that we were 
no longer lying head-to-tail and were respectably 
covered by the _futon_, but I had no memory of it. In 
fact it took me a moment to remember exactly what _had_ 
happened during the night: at first it seemed just an 
unusually vivid erotic dream, of the kind I often had 
after masturbating myself to sleep. Then it all flooded 
back. I propped myself up on one elbow and looked down 
on my beautiful cousin - my lover. She smiled up at me 
charmingly. Then her arms were round me and again I 
felt the thrill of her lovely lithe body pressed 
against me. Did we have time to ...? No, unfortunately 
not.

"That was so lovely last night, Saa-chan," she said. 
"Of course I want to do it again. And lots of other 
exciting things. There are so many things we could do 
together. It'll be such fun to show you. And you want 
to learn, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" I said. "_Everything!_"

"Well, so you shall. Starting when we go out this 
evening. But now it's time to be a schoolgirl again. 
From now on you have a double life."

"Yes, I suppose I do."

"So off to the bathroom and into your uniform - 
breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes."

Reina's remark about a double life nagged away at a 
corner of my mind, the way things like that do; and 
then all of a sudden its significance burst on me. Of 
course I owed it to her - above all I owed it to 
_myself_ - to immerse myself in the extraordinary new 
world of sensuality she had revealed to me. But I also 
owed it to my mother, who had made sacrifices to send 
me to a good school and give me the best possible start 
in life, to make the most of that too. It would be 
wrong to neglect my studies and spend my time 
day-dreaming about what was in store for me in the 
evening. So I pulled myself together and concentrated 
on what was happening around me. It was a normal school 
day: an English class, which I enjoyed because it was 
my best subject, and a PE class in the gymnasium. I 
giggled girlishly with my friends as usual as we 
changed and compared our developing bodies: I put out 
of my mind the secret knowledge of what girls could 
_really_ do to each other which I had learnt so 
dramatically the night before! But I made excuses to my 
friends and did not accept their invitations to join 
them as usual after school, explaining - quite 
truthfully - that we had a visitor at home whom I had 
to help look after.

The house was empty when I returned: Reina was not yet 
back. I thought about starting the bath for us both, 
but then decided to make do with the shower. I put my 
schoolbooks neatly on my desk - there was no need to 
think about homework till Sunday evening - stripped off 
my school uniform and wrapped myself loosely in a 
_yukata_. On my way to the bathroom I opened my 
mother's dressing-table and took one of the disposable 
razors she occasionally used on her arms and legs. I 
had something I very much wanted to do!

After washing myself in the shower I soaped myself 
between my legs, sat down on one of the little stools, 
and set to work with the razor to remove every trace of 
hair. It was more difficult than I had expected: there 
were so many strange crevices and bumps there, and of 
course I had to be very careful not to cut myself! But 
at last I managed it, washed myself again thoroughly 
and explored the whole area with my fingers. It felt 
smooth and nice. When I was dry I wrapped the razor in 
some tissues and buried it carefully in the kitchen 
rubbish bag. Then I returned to my mother's 
dressing-table and used a little of her skin-cream to 
make the area I had shaved feel fresh and silky smooth. 
That felt _very_ nice! I knew what I wanted to do next 
and lay down on the _tatami_ in my little room. I 
didn't bother to spread out the _futon_: the firm and 
slightly rough feel of the rice-straw matting added to 
the pleasure I was feeling. I was experienced at 
masturbation, of course: we girls secretly exchanged 
tips at school and there were often useful advice 
articles in the magazines we shared. I had only my 
fingers to pleasure myself with. I knew there were 
rather thrilling toys which girls could use to increase 
their gratification but I didn't have any - I couldn't 
afford them and had nowhere to hide them. But my expert 
fingers, combined with the excitement of what I had 
been doing to myself and the thrill of the unknown 
evening ahead, soon brought me to a high pitch of 
sexual enjoyment. In the privacy of my room I didn't 
have to worry about anyone seeing or hearing me, and I 
was soon whimpering and rolling from side to side.

I was so preoccupied that I did not hear the street 
door open, and it was only when I heard Reina's voice 
from the other side of the paper _fusuma_ partition 
calling gently "Saa-chan! Are you in there?" that I 
realised she was home. I quickly scrambled to my feet, 
grabbed some tissues with which to dry my fingers, 
rearranged my _yukata_ and joined her with many 
flustered apologies. Of course she knew what I had been 
doing!

"That's all right, dear!" she said kindly. "I'm glad 
you are enjoying yourself - and getting in the mood for 
this evening."

I blushed. In my masturbation fantasy I had been 
dreaming, as I stroked my clitoris, plunged my fingers 
into my wet pussy and pinched my erect nipples, about 
the evening ahead. Of course I had no idea, really, of 
what would happen to me or where Reina was planning to 
take me, but I was already deeply aroused at the 
thought of expanding my sexual education under her 
affectionate care.

"I must take a shower," she said. "It's been a hard day 
at the studio! While I'm doing that, you can be looking 
at the clothes I've brought for you."

She handed me a white carrier bag. Even before looking 
inside, my attention was caught by the elegant black 
logo: a stylised image of a Japanese girl's long-lashed 
eyes looking through a mask. Beside her was the word 
"Restraint" in Roman letters and the Japanese 
equivalent "Resutoreinto" in _katakana_.

"Is that the name of your studio?" I asked shyly.

"Oh, no - it's a bag from a shop where I buy things.[2]  
The dress I've brought you comes from the costume 
department at my studio."

"Ooh! Are you sure it will fit?"

"Of course! I've held you in my arms enough to know 
your size." She smiled affectionately. "But I've 
brought several pairs of shoes - all the same, but in 
different sizes, just in case."

She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me to 
investigate the bag's contents. The main item was a 
lovely little dress in a pale blue material, slinky and 
shimmering. I at once slipped off my _yukata_ and held 
the dress against my naked body. It felt wonderfully 
stimulating - oh, I did so hope it would fit! I tried 
to examine myself in the mirror of my mother's 
dressing-table. It seemed terribly - wonderfully - 
short. There was a tiny silver panty in the bag, and 
three identical pairs of silver high-heeled shoes in 
slightly different sizes. The heels seemed dreadfully 
high: would I be able to manage them?

The _fusuma_ slid open and Reina returned, her body 
fragrant with scent and covered loosely by her 
_yukata_.

"Now, let me look at you," she said. "Oh, yes - well 
done!" She was looking at my crotch and saw at once 
that I had shaved off the little fuzz of hair of which, 
until she instructed me better, I had been so proud. 
"Let me check!" She reached out for me and her long, 
sensitive fingers stroked and probed, sending lovely 
shivers through my whole body. "Yes, very good! As 
smooth as anything. You must keep it like that. At 
least for the time being. The sweetest little _paipan_ 
I've ever known."

"_Paipan?_" I asked uncertainly.

"Yes - you play mah-jong don't you? That's the name of 
the tile with nothing written on it: perfectly smooth, 
you see, and pale ivory. Just like you!"

Her fingers had left my crotch and were now gently 
holding my chin. She leant forward and kissed me 
tenderly on my lips. Another tremor of lovely sensation 
passed through me. Would there be time ...? I wondered 
hopefully. Alas, no.

"Let's get started," she said in a practical tone. 
"You've found the panties, have you?" She picked up the 
little scrap of silver cloth with the four long narrow 
ties in some transparent material. "You're so pretty 
it's almost a shame to cover you!" she said with a 
return to her girlish, flirtatious manner. "But I think 
we must ... to begin with at least ..." she added in a 
private murmur, as she helped me fix the little 
triangle over my shaven cleft and showed me how to tie 
the long strings on each hip with the bows neatly even 
and the ends of the strings dangling elegantly. She 
tilted the dressing-table mirror so I could admire 
myself. Then I turned round and looked over my shoulder 
as best I could: the back of the panty, as it rose 
between my buttocks, was so narrow and the strings 
holding it were so nearly invisible that I was 
virtually naked. Of course I had worn t-back panties 
before, but never as glamorous and exciting as this. 
Certainly there would be nothing to stop my bottom 
feeling the enticing contact of the lovely slinky 
material of my dress. I wondered what it would feel 
like to wear it with nothing at all underneath ... 
There was certainly no question of wearing a bra: the 
back of the dress, as I now stepped into it, pulled it 
up and let it mould itself against me, was very low and 
the divided halter-neck front only partly covered my 
breasts. Reina helped me tie the two little strings in 
a neat bow behind my neck. Again I examined myself in 
the dressing-table mirror. My firm new breasts seemed 
to want to push through the thin material. I was 
pleased that they had grown enough to do that. I 
experimented with the bow, loosening it so that my 
breasts were less firmly covered.

"Yes, dear, I know what you're thinking!" said Reina.

"I wasn't thinking anything ..." I said lamely.

"Oh, yes, you were. Or should have been. It _would_ be 
nice to wear the halter-neck loosely, so that men's 
hands can easily slide in and pleasure you. You enjoy 
having them stroked, don't you?" I blushed and looked 
down, remembering the agreeable fumbling of the boys 
whose cocks I so enjoyed stroking and sucking. "I'm 
sure your breasts are very sensitive," she went on. "So 
they should be when they are still growing like yours 
are - and if they get a lot of stroking they'll retain 
their sensitivity. But for tonight I think you will 
look even nicer in that dress if it is as tight as you 
can make it. Like a second skin." She retied the bow 
firmly as she spoke. "Look how the nipples are pointing 
through the cloth!" she said. "Oh, pretty! But now we 
must do your hair."

"Oh ... how should I wear it? Hanging loosely down my 
back? I hadn't thought of anything else."

"Oh no - something tidier than that, so it doesn't 
cover your back too much." She considered for a moment. 
"I'd like to see you with a sort of 
innocent-but-provocative look. Yes, a thick braid would 
be nice. Turn round and kneel down."

I obeyed her and was at once rewarded by the sensuous 
feel of a brush passing repeatedly through my long 
hair. After about twenty strokes Reina was satisfied, 
divided my hair into three tresses and braided them 
together. She tied the end and added a little silver 
bow: I could feel it tickling my bare back above the 
low waist of my dress.

"Very nice!" she said, admiring her handiwork. "Now I 
must get ready myself."

"Oh! What are you going to wear? I'm longing to look - 
I'm sure you'll be so beautiful! Much more beautiful 
than I could ever be ..." I added sadly.

"You'll see. But you must try on those shoes. Not here, 
of course ..." she gestured at the _tatami_ floor "... 
but there's carpet in the other room. Try them on 
there. Decide which pair fits you best."

I took the shoes into the living area and left her to 
her own preparations. I laid the three pairs out in a 
row on the carpet and examined them. They were 
identical except in size: strappy silver sandals with 
high slender heels. I decided to try on the 
middle-sized ones. As I had feared, the heels were 
difficult to manage and I had to hang on to the backs 
of the chairs as I practiced taking little steps from 
one side of the carpet to the other. But I gradually 
found the trick of it - my calf muscles were already 
aching slightly but that didn't matter: it was worth 
it, even without a mirror I could see that my legs, 
stretched by being forced onto high tiptoes, looked 
slimmer and more elegant than they could ever do in my 
practical school shoes. And the teetering pose gave me 
a strange, pleasant feeling. The shoes I had chosen 
fitted well but - just as an experiment - I took them 
off and tried the smallest pair. Ooh yes: the pleasant 
feeling was made all the stronger by the constriction, 
and my feet looked so much prettier! Before I could 
change my mind, I took the shoes I had chosen to the 
entrance hall where they would be ready to step into 
when we were ready to leave, and placed them there 
beside a very elegant pair of silver boots.

The boots reminded me that I was longing to see what 
Reina had chosen to wear for our exciting evening out 
together. As I returned to the living area she was 
standing there waiting for me, wearing black fishnet 
tights and body-stocking. Over them she wore a bikini 
bra in a shiny black material, and matching shorts. 
They were tight enough not to need a belt to hold them 
up, but she was wearing one just for decoration: a 
series of black squares each decorated with a silver 
_Playboy_ rabbit, and held together with silver chains. 
Nothing else except long silver gloves which I could 
tell were intended to match the boots waiting for her 
at the entrance. Her long bleached hair tumbled down 
her back in waves. She looked so beautiful and 
sophisticated! I gazed at her in adoration.

"You look wonderful!" I said.

"Oh, thank you ..." she said, accepting my worship 
casually.

"So much more sophisticated than I do," I said. "Will I 
be able to look like you ... one day?"

"Oh, yes," she said, still casual. "But just now you 
look so nice as you are: innocent, young and very 
provocative."

"Provocative?" I asked anxiously.

"Yes. Sexy but looking as if you aren't aware just how 
sexy. You'll be a success, where we're going. You'll 
see." She put her head on one side and looked at me 
critically. "I think you could manage a little more 
make-up, without spoiling the innocent look. Hold 
still."

She opened her handbag and took out a lipstick. To my 
delight it was the petunia shade she liked and which I 
had so admired. I parted my lips a little and she 
applied it for me.

"Now, it would be fun to show off on the subway like 
this, and see what happened, but I think it would be 
better to wear something on top. Go and get a light 
coat or whatever you have."

I had only the raincoat I wore over my school uniform 
on wet days and felt very dowdy beside Reina in her 
fashionable long coat: she wore it belted tight round 
her waist but otherwise open so that her beautiful legs 
showed as she walked. Of course the men on the subway 
train looked at her and paid no attention to me. But I 
consoled myself with her promise that I would be a 
success, where we were going ... wherever that was.

==

It was a sort of basement restaurant, or bar, or 
perhaps a club in one of the big buildings in the area 
round Shinjuku Station. A young man greeted Reina and 
was polite to me, and took our coats. Reina then led 
the way into the main room. I had never been in an 
establishment like this before, and looked around 
excitedly. There were chairs arranged at round tables 
in the centre of the room. The lighting was low but 
coloured spotlights swung to and fro across the seating 
area. There seemed to be a lot of men and a few girls, 
and most of the seats were taken. Reina made straight 
for a bar which occupied the whole of one side of the 
room, higher than the seating area and better lit. The 
barman welcomed her by name and she introduced me as 
her cousin. Instead of trying to find room at one of 
the tables, Reina sat on one of the tall stools by the 
bar, and motioned me to do the same. The stools were 
made of some kind of silvery metal and she looked 
wonderfully glamorous sitting there with her long legs 
crossed: in contrast with the discreet lighting in most 
of the room, the spots shining on the bar were bright 
without being intrusive and showed her lovely figure 
perfectly, her shiny black bra and shorts shimmering 
whenever she moved. I felt very dowdy in comparison and 
rather shy. Sitting there on her high stool beside the 
raised and brightly lit bar, she at once attracted 
attention; but I soon noticed that when men had 
finished looking her over their eyes moved to me and 
seemed to like what they saw. I copied Reina, crossing 
my legs. Knowing that I was being looked at made me 
wriggle slightly and the sparkling material of my pale 
blue dress glittered in the lights shining on me. I 
soon began to enjoy myself and feel more confident. 
Perched on the high bar-stool I found that my little 
skirt rode up and I couldn't help offering my admirers 
glimpses of my tiny silver panties. At first I tried to 
pull the skirt down, but soon decided there was no 
point. To my surprise I found I rather enjoyed the 
feeling of naughtiness which came from showing off like 
that. I swung one foot in its high silver shoe. I was 
glad I had chosen to wear the smallest pair. Somehow it 
made me feel glamorous - and even more 
nice-but-naughty. I was a little surprised at feeling 
like that, but told myself it must be all right since I 
was only doing what Reina did.

"Lovely to see you again, Reina-san," said the barman. 
"It's been a while. Sayaka-san's new here, isn't she?" 
He turned to me. "I hope you'll become one of our 
regulars. It's a treat to see a beautiful newcomer." I 
blushed and looked down. I wasn't shy or embarrassed at 
his compliment: it was rather that I was unsure how to 
manage the strange sensations I was feeling. "So, what 
will it be? On the house of course, to celebrate your 
first time."

"I'll have a whisky _mizuwari_," said Reina. 
"Half-and half, and just a little ice. And," she went 
on firmly, "you can give her a fruit-juice cocktail 
with just half a measure - _half_, mind - of vodka."

The barman poured Reina's whisky from a bottle with an 
elaborate label - perhaps, I thought, it was one of the 
expensive single malts I had seen advertised - and 
added a little ice and water. My drink came in a big 
mixer glass with lots of ice and a pretty paper 
umbrella. When Reina raised her glass I did the same 
and took a sip from mine. The drink had a slightly 
strange taste and by the second or third sip I could 
feel all through me a kind of tingling excitement. I 
didn't know what was going to happen that evening but 
whatever it was I was ready for it - I wanted to 
experience it.

"Make it last," said Reina with a kindly smile.

There was a sudden change of atmosphere in the room. 
The lights began to dim and I could tell, even without 
checking, that people were no longer looking at me as I 
sat displayed on my high stool. I felt a strange 
mixture of relief and disappointment. The barman dimmed 
the spots in the bar area.

"Here we go!" he said. "It's a new girl. New since you 
were last here, anyway, Reina-san. Only just sixteen 
and very keen. The customers like her. I think you will 
too."

The end wall of the room was covered by a curtain. I 
hadn't paid much attention to it, but now the curtain 
began to part in the middle and pull open, revealing a 
little stage or platform. As the lights went up and 
shone brightly on the stage I saw that a girl was 
standing there. From where I was sitting on my high 
stool at the raised bar I had a clear view of her: she 
was about my age, I thought, or a little older, and was 
dressed like me in a tight sparkling halter-neck dress 
with a tiny skirt and very high heels - like mine 
except that hers was black. Fast music was playing and 
she began to dance: as she twisted round I saw that she 
was wearing a bra under her backless dress - an odd 
thing to do, I thought.

She danced vigorously around the stage, showing herself 
off to the audience, and then standing with her legs 
wide apart as she rotated her upper body, making her 
long hair swing round and round. After a few minutes 
she stopped, stood with her back to the audience, 
pulled her hair round to her front and began to play 
with the bow behind her neck holding up her dress. 
Gradually she pulled the two ends apart until the front 
of her dress fell! Now I understood why she was wearing 
a bra underneath. She turned and faced the audience, 
wriggling her hips while her hands slowly eased her 
tight dress down over them. At last it fell to the 
floor. While the audience clapped she stepped out of 
the dress, bent to pick it up in an elegant gesture, 
and tossed it to one side so that it was hidden by the 
curtain.

She looked wonderfully beautiful standing there on the 
stage under the bright lights in her little sparkling 
black bra and panties, swaying from side to side in 
time to the music. It didn't seem to bother her at all 
that everyone in the room was gazing at her and 
admiring her. I felt very envious: I was sure I could 
never look so beautiful and confident! Then she began 
to dance again. The music was louder and faster now, 
and she seemed to enter a world of her own as she 
danced with her eyes almost closed, running her hands 
up and down her body.

Suddenly - oh, my goodness! - while she had her back to 
the audience again she started to pull apart the little 
bows holding up her bra. When they were fully undone 
and dangling loose, she turned to face us again, one 
hand holding the bra against herself so that it just 
hid her breasts. But only for a few moments. Soon her 
hand fell and dropped the little bra, and we could all 
see her nakedness. Her breasts were firm and perfectly 
shaped, the nipples hard and erect - just like mine 
when I masturbated, I thought. Oh, how lovely she 
looked!

But that was not all. As she danced on, still seeming 
to dance for herself alone and not for all of us 
watching her, her fingers began to play with the bows 
of her little black panties. Oh, yes! Oh, yes _please!_ 
Everyone in the room wanted her to remove them and let 
us all enjoy her complete nudity - I wanted it as much 
as anyone![3] I was leaning forward on my stool, gazing 
at her and longing for her to do it for us. For _me_. 
Suddenly I realised that I was so involved in the 
girl's dance that my hands were vigorously stroking my 
own breasts through the cloth of my dress. Had anyone 
noticed? The barman had - he was smiling at me but 
discreetly looked away when I caught his eye. I picked 
up my glass and took a long sip of the fruit-juice to 
steady myself. Again I felt that slightly bitter taste 
on my tongue and a strange tingling flooded through me, 
stimulating me.

I looked at the girl again. She had almost finished 
pulling the little bows apart. Then, as she had done 
with the bra, she held the panties loosely across 
herself with one hand - and then slowly let them drop 
and tossed them aside. She was now standing there for 
us all to see and enjoy, completely nude. Oh, she was 
_so_ beautiful! I had seen school-friends naked when 
changing for gym class, and they often looked enviably 
pretty, but this girl's high-heeled shoes made all the 
difference, stretching her and forcing her onto her 
highest tip-toes. From my vantage-point at the bar, and 
with the bright lights falling on her, I could see 
that, like me - yes, like _me!_ - she was completely 
hairless. _Paipan_, Reina had said. And Reina had been 
right: the sweet nakedness between her legs made her 
even lovelier. And even more desirable. Even I, a girl, 
could see that, and feel it. I could tell that my hands 
were now on their way to stroke and tease my own pussy, 
but I stopped them, clenching them together on my lap.

The girl started dancing again. Then she was down on 
her knees. Her hands were stroking and teasing _her_ 
pussy, as mine so wanted to do. Now she was on her back 
on the stage, her knees up and wide apart, showing her 
glistening cunt to the audience as her fingers probed, 
stroked, pinched ... brought her to an ecstasy which I 
could imagine, and share. Even over the loud music and 
the cheers of the audience her cries of joy were 
clearly audible. She raised her hips off the floor and, 
supported only by her feet and her shoulders, thrust 
her fingers deep, deep into her love-hole. "Oh, oh ... 
help me ... oh, I'm coming!" she screamed as the 
curtain slowly closed.

As the lights came up in the bar area I could hardly 
remember where I was. I almost thought I was lying on 
my own _futon_, masturbating as I often did - though 
not as skilfully as the girl had done on stage for us 
all to share her enjoyment.

"Yes, she's good. Very good," Reina was saying. "Did 
you enjoy that, Saa-chan?"

I nodded. I could not trust myself to speak. She leant 
towards me and spoke softly and confidentially.

"Don't you admire her? She's only a little older than 
you." I could still say nothing. "Would you like to do 
that?" She waited for a moment. "You would, wouldn't 
you? You know you'd like to. Just say yes, and leave 
everything to me."

I stared at her, still unable to trust myself to speak. 
It wasn't that I was embarrassed at the idea of being 
naked in front of other people. I had been naked - or 
nearly - with the boys whose cocks I so enjoyed sucking 
and stroking. I was simply paralysed by what I had 
seen, by what I had _shared_ with the girl on stage. 
And something deep inside me knew that from this moment 
my life would never be the same again. At last, and 
with a great effort, I forced my lips to utter a silent 
"yes."

Reina smiled, patted me on the cheek and pulled away 
from me. I looked out into the main room, towards the 
stage, without really seeing anything. Suddenly I 
realised that two people were coming towards me, making 
their way along the narrow open strip which ran along 
the front of the bar where we were sitting. One of them 
was the girl who had performed on stage, still 
exquisitely nude. The man with her had his left arm 
round her waist and as they came closer I saw that she 
had her right arm across his back, her hand on his 
shoulder. They passed close but did not look at me: 
they had eyes only for each other. They moved on 
towards the entrance area of the establishment and 
disappeared from view. How wonderful, I thought 
longingly, to have such self-confidence - to be able to 
show oneself off in public like that without a scrap of 
embarrassment! And she was only a little older than me 
...

"Lucky girl!" said Reina. "She's off to have her 
reward. The beginning of it, anyway."

I shifted on my stool, and suddenly realised that I was 
uncomfortably wet.

"I must ... go to, you know ..." I managed to say.

"Of course. Here, you'll want this."

Reina reached into her handbag and passed me a little 
packet of wet-wipes. I stood up, pulled down the hem of 
my skirt as well as I could, and set off unsteadily in 
the direction the loving couple had taken. I assumed 
that the rest-rooms must be off the entrance lobby. The 
young man who had welcomed us was still standing behind 
the reception desk: he guessed at once what I wanted 
and directed me with a friendly smile to the correct 
door. There was no sign of the beautiful naked girl and 
her lover.

There was no one else in the rest-room, but to be safe 
I went into one of the stalls and locked the door. I 
pulled up my skirt and removed my panties. They were 
completely soaked! What had happened? Juice dripped 
from my pussy when I was aroused of course, I knew 
that, but even in bed the previous night with Reina I 
had never known anything as copious as this. I had been 
unconsciously stroking myself while watching the 
beautiful girl dance naked: had that been enough to 
produce such a flow? Or had the mere thought of such a 
wonderful sexual display - of perhaps, one day, being 
permitted to do what she had done before an admiring 
audience - been so arousing as to make my pussy flood 
with juice?

I put the little panty down on the lavatory cistern to 
think about later. I tore open Reina's packet of 
wet-wipes and began to clean myself. Ah, that was 
better! Not sticky and uncomfortable any more: I began 
to feel cool, fresh and lightly scented. I pulled my 
skirt down again and peered cautiously out of the door. 
Still no one. I took the panty over to one of the 
basins and rinsed it thoroughly. I tried to dry it with 
one of the hand-dryers, but soon realised that would 
take ages. What should I do? I couldn't put the wet 
panty on again: that would make me feel as 
uncomfortable as before. Could I - dared I - manage 
without it? I used the last of the wet-wipes, making 
myself as fresh and dry as possible, then dropped the 
wrappings in the waste-bin. I squeezed out the panty as 
tightly as possible, tied it into a little package with 
the strings that had held it up round my hips, then 
ventured back into the lobby. I walked carefully, as 
upright as I could, afraid that every step would reveal 
my shameful nakedness to everyone. But no, I told 
myself, it wasn't really shameful: just private and 
somehow rather thrilling, and thanks to the wet-wipes 
(or was there some other reason?) I felt fresh and 
strangely at ease.

The young man at the reception desk was speaking softly 
on the telephone and tapping information into his 
computer. I hesitated a moment. There was another door 
opening off the lobby on the side opposite the 
rest-rooms. I could hear sounds from behind it. Surely 
that was the voice of the lovely girl who had stripped 
for us - and for herself - on stage? She seemed to be 
crying and moaning as she had done when she 
masturbated, but with greater urgency and intensity. I 
could also make out another sound, a sort of rhythmic 
rustling, and wondered what it was. Something told me 
that behind that closed door a whole new dimension of 
sexual ecstasy existed - an experience I had never had 
and could not imagine, but which I knew was _there_. 
But before I could think further the young man stood up 
quickly, put down his phone and politely ushered me 
back into the main room.

Walking carefully upright, I rejoined Reina at the bar. 
Some men had joined her, and she was talking cheerfully 
to them and had no time to bother about me. I scrambled 
onto my stool and did my best to pull my miniskirt down 
over my bare bottom. I crossed my legs and hoped I was 
hiding my nakedness. I put the little silver bundle I 
was clutching down on the bar, trying to hide it 
discreetly behind a container of paper napkins. My 
throat felt dry and I looked round for my glass. The 
ice had melted, leaving it half full of a mixture of 
fruit-juice and ice-water. I gulped the cold liquid 
down gratefully, and then felt a little giddy from the 
remnants of the vodka Reina - I now remembered - had 
allowed me. I clutched the cool glass against my 
breasts and closed my eyes. At once the lovely naked 
girl and her attentive companion appeared to me. This 
time, as she passed me, the girl looked up at me and 
said in the most beautiful voice I had ever heard: "Of 
_course_ you can do it! You know you want to do it! 
Come and join us - be one of us!"

Then I heard Reina's voice saying, "Saa-chan! Are you 
all right?"

I opened my eyes and shook my head to clear away the 
wonderful vision. As I turned towards her on my stool I 
could feel that my pussy was damp again - but at least 
I didn't have the discomfort of a scrap of soaking wet 
cloth pressing against me.

"I'm fine!" I said.

"Good! I was worried about you. I want you to meet some 
friends of mine."

There were three men gathered around Reina's barstool: 
two Japanese and a tall _gaijin_. The Japanese were 
both wearing roll-neck pullovers and smart jackets; the 
_gaijin_ was more casually dressed in open-necked shirt 
and slacks. I waved at them with a cute smile: I didn't 
want to scramble down off my stool and bow formally to 
them: that would risk - no, more than risk - letting 
them glimpse my nakedness. The two Japanese men smiled 
slightly and nodded, while the _gaijin_ came over to 
join me.

"Hi! My name's Bob," he said. "That's a very pretty 
dress you're wearing."

I was flustered. I wasn't accustomed to being praised 
by strange men, and I had never met a _gaijin_ socially 
before. Fortunately he seemed to be able to speak 
Japanese, even though he sounded strange.

"Thank you," I said politely. "Are you American?" Most 
_gaijin_ were, I knew.

"Yes, I am. I'm a journalist, a writer. What is your 
name?"

"I am called Sayaka."

"Sayaka-san. That's a nice name. But I expect your 
friends call you by a nickname?"

"Yes, I am usually called Saa-chan."

"And how old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"Really? I thought you must be older. You look so 
sophisticated."

I blushed and could think of nothing to say.

"Is Reina-san your friend?"

"My cousin. She is older than me. And _much_ more 
sophisticated!" I managed a shy smile as I looked at 
him. "I have never been to a place like this before."

Bob was standing very close to me now, one hand resting 
on the back of my stool. He wasn't quite touching me, 
but the thought that he might made my skin tingle. His 
eyes had left my face and were looking down at my 
breasts, only partly covered by my dress. I could feel 
his glance as distinctly as if he were stroking me. It 
made me feel confused and awkward; but at the same time 
it made me wish I had tied the strings of my halter-top 
more loosely so that he could see more. After all, I 
thought, my breasts are rather nice: firm and plump. 
Boys have admired them, stroked them, kissed them, even 
spurted their hot cum over them which was rather 
thrilling ... Then Reina called across to me and the 
moment of intimacy passed.

"Saa-chan! We're thinking of going on somewhere else. 
Are you ready?"

I had to climb down off my stool now. In my effort to 
keep my thighs together I was clumsy and Bob took my 
arm to steady me. It felt rather wonderful but I had no 
time to think about that now. I turned towards the bar, 
ready to pick up the little bundle I had discreetly 
left there. To my horror it had vanished. What was I to 
do now?

The barman noticed my distress and came towards me.

"Wasn't there ... I left a little ... there was 
something I put down here ..." I stammered.

"Oh yes," he said casually. "Your panties, wasn't it? 
I'm so sorry - I cleared them away. Did you want them?"

"Well, I ..."

"Lots of girls leave their underwear lying around here, 
and they never normally want it back, so I just clear 
it away so as to keep the bar tidy. I'm sorry - I 
didn't know. Shall I look in the bin and see if I can 
find it?"

"Saa-chan - are you ready?" said Reina's voice. It was 
too late now.

"No, it's all right ... it doesn't matter," I said.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening," said the barman with 
a friendly and rather knowing smile.

What else could I say? Bob was still standing close to 
me and he had thought me sophisticated: I didn't want 
him to see that I wasn't after all! Of course he had 
heard the barman talking about girls losing their 
underwear and not wanting it back, about how that was a 
normal thing at this bar. Now he knew that I was 
wearing nothing under my dress, that I had removed my 
panty of my own free will, that I actually _wanted_ to 
be naked - and yes, yes, I _did!_ The lovely nude girl 
had told me that just now as she passed with her lover. 
Had she really spoken to me or had I dreamt it? It 
didn't matter. She was right. I was nude under my 
little dress and that was what I wanted. I knew it and 
Bob knew it. This shared knowledge was making a bond 
between us but was also making me giddy with 
excitement. Or was that just the vodka I had drunk? As 
we moved away from the bar he took me by the elbow, 
then put his arm gently round me, played with the end 
of my long braid for a few moments, and stroked my bare 
back. Already we had entered on a new level of 
intimacy. Where was it leading me? I looked up at him 
anxiously, my lips parted.

We returned to the street with Reina and one of the 
Japanese in front, the other Japanese man close behind 
them and Bob and me following. I forced myself to walk 
normally: the cool evening air flirted with my naked 
pussy, drying the liquid which had dripped from it, 
making it tremble with - with what? We stopped by a big 
car parked in a side-street. I suddenly remembered 
something.

"We've forgotten our coats!" I said anxiously.

"So we have!" said Reina. "Well, never mind. We won't 
need them. They'll be safe where they are, and we can 
pick them up another time."

"But ..."

It was all right for Reina, I thought, who probably had 
lots of clothes. But I would need my coat for school 
and would not be able to stop worrying about it. _When_ 
could we come back for it? I didn't know what Reina had 
planned for the rest of the weekend. Fortunately Bob 
understood.

"I'll go back and get them," he said quickly.

I looked up at him gratefully.

"No, I'll go," said one of the Japanese men. "You get 
the girls into the car."

The second man unlocked the car and climbed in behind 
the wheel. Reina got into the front passenger seat, 
while Bob guided me into the middle of the back seat 
and sat on my right. The other man returned, tossed our 
coats into the trunk, and got in beside me. The car was 
comfortable but it was a bit of a squash for the three 
of us in the back. I couldn't help touching the two men 
on either side of me. Soon Bob had his hand on my right 
thigh. I knew I ought to have moved away but there was 
no room - and anyway it felt too good to object!

"Are you comfortable, Saa-chan?" he asked gently.

"Oh, yes ... where are we going?"

"Don't worry: you'll enjoy it. I don't suppose you've 
been to a love-hotel before, have you? But of course 
Reina has, she goes to them often."

That made it all right. She would look after me. 
Suddenly we turned into a dark side-street and made a 
rapid right turn down the slope into the basement of an 
anonymous building. There were rows of parked cars, but 
the driver soon found an empty space. When we had all 
climbed out, he pulled a chain across the back of the 
car and hooked it to the other side of the space so 
that a wooden board hid the car's number-plate.

"Just for privacy," said Bob, who noticed my interest. 
"In case anyone wants to know who's parked here."

He took our coats from the trunk and carried them over 
his arm as we walked across the garage into a lobby. I 
would have liked to be wearing my coat: I was still 
trying hard to keep my skirt as far down my thighs as 
possible and was very worried that it had ridden up as 
I sat in the back of the car and allowed my new friends 
to guess at my secret nakedness! But somehow I was torn 
between embarrassment and pride at being so blatantly 
sexy in my little dress. In any case it would hardly be 
sophisticated to wear my very unsmart school coat over 
it.

In the lobby was a big board with pictures of different 
hotel rooms, most of them dark but some illuminated. 
The others discussed which room to choose while I 
waited to be told what to do.

"Better not too elaborate," I heard Reina say. "No 
special theme, this time at least. She's not, you know, 
familiar with ..."

"All right," said one of the Japanese. "I guess they're 
all well equipped, anyway. How about this one?"

No one objected, so he inserted his credit card into a 
slot and pressed numbered buttons. After a moment one 
of the pictures went dark and the elevator doors 
opened. When we reached our floor there were two doors 
facing us. He swiped his card through the lock 
mechanism of the door on the right and turned the 
handle.

As I followed the others in I found myself in a large 
but otherwise normal looking L-shaped hotel room with a 
bathroom to one side of the entrance. As the lights 
came on, and discreet background music began to play, I 
saw that the bed was enormous and that there were also 
a large couch and a couple of armchairs. There was a 
refrigerator in one corner and a sort of sideboard 
containing glasses and with some items I could not 
quite see laid out on the top. 

Bob dropped our coats onto a corner of the couch. The 
three men took off their jackets and added them to the 
pile, and kicked off their shoes. Reina stood in the 
centre of the room, raised her arms above her head, 
tossed her long wavy hair back and stretched.

"Oh, I'm ready!" she said, "I've been ready for 
_hours_!"

One of the Japanese men stood behind her, his arms 
holding her and his hands cupping her breasts through 
the shiny black material of her bra. The other man 
stood in front of her and kissed her on the mouth. She 
let her arms fall onto his shoulders and stroked the 
back of his neck as her hands pulled him closer to her. 
She paused a moment, smiled and then returned his kiss.

"Help me undress," she said coquettishly when at last 
their lips parted again.

I watched with a sort of fascinated envy as the man 
standing behind her unhooked her bra and the one who 
had kissed her knelt and began to undo the belt and 
zipper of her tight shorts. Then Bob put his arms round 
me and I had no attention to spare for Reina.

Of course I had practiced kissing often enough with the 
boys, and girls, at our sessions after class at school 
but Bob was showing me things I had never learned 
before. At first he just kissed me lightly on the lips, 
and that was nice; but then his tongue was opening my 
mouth and was pushing my tongue back as it explored 
inside me and our saliva blended and mingled, and he 
had one hand on the back of my head and the other on my 
bottom pressing me against his crotch and making my 
treacherous little skirt ride up my thighs and over my 
bottom, and I did what Reina had done and put my arms 
round his shoulders and with one hand stroked the back 
of his neck and I wanted it to last for ever but I was 
gasping for breath ... and then we were together again 
and my skirt was even higher and his hand was stroking 
my naked bottom and he was sucking my tongue into his 
mouth and I was doing what he had done to me and 
exploring his mouth and the thrilling taste of the 
whisky he had drunk ... at last we pulled apart and he 
turned me round in his arms and then when I felt him 
stroking my naked breasts I realised the hand that had 
been behind my neck had pulled apart the bow holding up 
my dress without my knowing it ... and then one of his 
hands moved down my body and pulled my skirt up round 
my waist and ... and ... his fingers began, oh so 
beautifully and so gently, to explore the cleft between 
my legs ...

"Oh, it's lovely," I said, "don't stop ... but I'm 
afraid I'm dripping again ..."

I suddenly realised I had given myself away by saying 
"again".

"Don't worry," I heard him say, "I love it when you do 
that."

And then his fingers were probing more deeply, my 
wetness lubricating them as they began to plunge into 
my pussy and even to tickle my anus, setting off great 
spasms of pleasure all over me, and his other hand 
stroked my sensitive breasts so nicely, and gave me 
another kind of spasm by occasionally pinching my hard 
nipples.

"Don't stop!" I begged.

But at last he let go of me, leaving me panting with 
desire for yet more of this wonderful pleasure.

"Let me see you take your dress off," he said as he sat 
down in one of the armchairs.

Well, I was nearly naked already, with the top of my 
dress hanging loose and exposing my breasts. I 
remembered vividly the lovely girl who had taken off 
her dress on stage earlier in the evening, and how much 
I had wanted to do what she had done. Well, now was my 
chance!

I tried to recall how she had done it. With a little 
smile I straightened my skirt, pulling it down over my 
bottom. I swayed gently in time to the background music 
as I stood in front of Bob, and stroked my breasts and 
pinched my nipples renewing the aching pleasure he had 
given them. Then I turned my back and, looking 
coquettishly over my shoulder, reached round and began 
to slide the zipper down my skirt. I faced him again 
and eased the skirt slowly ... oh, so slowly ... down 
my hips as she had done. At last the dress fell to the 
floor. Of course unlike her I had no panties to take 
off. I stepped out of the circle of my dress, bent to 
pick it up, and tossed it onto the couch to lie on top 
of the men's jackets.

"There!" I said as I posed shyly, one hand behind my 
head and playing with my braided hair, once again 
trying to recall exactly _her_ movements. "That's all I 
have to take off. I'm sorry. Shall I take my shoes off 
too?"

"No, no!" said Bob. "Certainly not! You look lovely in 
them. A girl should always wear heels when she's 
wearing nothing else."

"Do you think so?" I asked, seriously interested. "We 
don't wear shoes indoors. Or at least ..."

Not in a domestic interior like a bedroom, I meant.

"That's something I never understand about the 
Japanese," he said. "A naked girl looks _much_ sexier 
in high-heels. You look incredibly sexy. Do you enjoy 
being nude?"

"Yes," I said quietly, not giving myself time to be 
shy. "I do."

I blushed and looked down. He understood my feelings so 
well, I thought. Of course I had been naked, or partly, 
in my after-school sex sessions, but I had never 
imagined I would enjoy so much being fully naked for a 
strange man to look at. A man I had met less than an 
hour before. But I did. It thrilled me and I felt as if 
I never wanted to be anything else. Once again, it was 
that lovely girl, so happy and beautiful as she showed 
herself off naked to everyone on the little stage, and 
then more intimately with her adoring lover, who had 
taught me the truth about myself.

"Come over here," said Bob. "No - first let me ..."

He stood up and quickly removed his trousers, then 
unbuttoned and took off his shirt. There was an 
exciting bulge in his underpants, and when he pulled 
them down and stood naked before me the biggest and 
most beautiful cock I had ever seen was pointing 
towards me. I could hardly stop my hands reaching out 
for it, longing to stroke it, to caress it, to adore it 
...

Bob smiled as he saw my interest.

"See what you've done," he said with a gesture towards 
his erection. "All your fault! Making me want you so 
much."

That was what Reina had said, or nearly: that it was a 
girl's naked beauty that caused a man's cock to become 
big and hard, creating an erection which was then her 
property to use exactly as she wanted.

"Come here!" he said softly.

Again his hands were stroking me, thrilling me, now 
with no clothes or constraint between us.

"Your breasts are very sensitive, aren't they?"

"Yes," I said, blushing.

"They're lovely and firm ... and still growing, I 
think?"

I just looked down shyly. Of course I wanted them to 
grow even bigger: I wanted so much to have beautiful 
firm big, sensitive breasts with elegant, pointed 
nipples like the girls in the _manga_ cartoons. Even 
though I knew they were idealised and had lovely 
figures that no real-life girl could hope to match. But 
a perfect figure like that was still my dream, however 
silly it might seem.

"I think we should decorate these pretty breasts, don't 
you? Would you like that? Now, where did I put my 
jacket?"

From the heap of clothes on the corner of the couch he 
produced something which tinkled prettily. It looked 
like a complicated pair of earrings, tangled together. 
With one hand he took my right nipple and stroked and 
petted it till it was as hard and erect as it could 
possibly be. Then he opened the jaws of a little pair 
of metal pincers and attached them. The pretty 
instrument bit into my nipple, kissing it, stimulating 
it and sending a wave of happiness through me like the 
pleasure I gave myself by squeezing my breasts when I 
masturbated. Only better - _much_ better.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Oh, _yes_! It's _lovely_!" And then, very daring: "May 
I have the other one?"

"Of course."

Again he stroked and petted my nipple and, when he was 
satisfied, attached the second pair of pincers. I let 
out a great sigh of pure happiness.

"Good?"

"Fantastic! I never want to take them off!"

"I don't want you to either. You look so charming 
wearing them. But we can make you even more beautiful. 
Look."

There were tiny holes at the ends of the levers which 
opened and closed the pincers, and Bob carefully 
attached little metal hooks to each one. From the hooks 
hung sweet little silver bells at the end of slender 
chains. Whenever I moved the bells tinkled prettily.

"Oh, that really is beautiful!" I said. "But ... can 
the pincers pinch harder?"

To my surprise, instead of replying he took me in his 
arms and kissed me.

"Oh, Saa-chan, you are wonderful!" he said at last. "I 
do love girls like you! Now, let me explain. There are 
lots of different kinds of clamps made to be attached 
to girls' breasts, to make them look beautiful and give 
them lovely feelings. These ones are called butterfly 
clamps. And they have a special feature. Look." He 
hunted again in his jacket pocket and pulled out a long 
silver chain. There was a hook at each end which he 
attached to the mechanism of each clamp: the loop 
dangled against my tummy and tickled me nicely. "If you 
pull the chain it will make the clamps grip more 
tightly. Try it." I did. The lovely feeling flooded 
through me even more strongly. I pulled again. 
"Careful!" he said. "If you pull like that the clamps 
will bite more fiercely, but there's no way of making 
them bite less. Except taking them off and starting 
again, of course."

"Oh, I don't want to do that! I _never_ want to take 
them off!"

"I'm glad. They really look pretty on you. And it's so 
nice to know you're enjoying them so much."

"Oh, I _am_!"

He took me in his arms again, and his fingers stroked 
my achingly sensitive breasts once more before 
returning to my dripping crotch.

"Oh, lovely!" he said. "_Paipan_, _nopan_[4] ... What I 
love best in all the world. _Pan-pan_ ..."

"It's not the same _pan_, you know," I said seriously, 
anxious to correct his Japanese. "I know it sounds the 
same, but it's different."

"Yes, yes ... just one of my little jokes."

"Oh," I said, not seeing the joke at all.[5]

"Never mind, it's beautiful anyway. Absolutely lovely. 
Do you not grow any hair, or have you shaved it?"

"Well, a little," I admitted, "so I thought I should 
shave it. You do like it shaved, don't you?" I asked 
anxiously.

"I adore it. And thank you. My lovely _roriita_."

Reina had used that word, I remembered, to describe a 
young sexy girl with no hair. He was kneeling in front 
of me now, and began to kiss my pussy. The tip of his 
tongue slid along my cleft, gathering drops of liquid.

"I've never known such a lovely naked pussy. Please let 
me kiss it. You'll enjoy that, won't you? Like this 
..."

He made me stand with my feet apart, then lay down on 
the floor with his head between them. He reached up for 
my thighs and pulled me down into a kneeling position. 
I could hardly believe he wanted what he seemed to 
want, but his hands were seizing my waist now and 
pulling me into position over his face. Of course Reina 
and I had done something like that to each other in bed 
the previous evening, but could I make a man do that to 
me? Was it allowed?

"That's right, darling ... sit on my face ... yes, oh 
_yes_ ..." I heard him say.

And then I was pressed hard against his open mouth, his 
tongue pushing deeply into my cunt, slurping up my 
liquid, driving me into an ecstasy of delight by 
fucking me as I had never been fucked before. I swayed 
from side to side, the four little bells hanging from 
my breasts tinkling prettily and the rapture spreading 
from my crotch blending exquisitely with the bliss from 
the little pincers tightly gripping my nipples.

But then ... oh, but then an awful thing happened. The 
fruit-juice and ice water I had drunk earlier was 
having the inevitable effect on me and the ecstasy 
pounding through me was destroying my self-control. Oh, 
why had I not peed when I had the chance at the club? 
Already I could feel the first drops of pee escaping 
from my bladder and mingling with the thick liquid 
dripping from my cunt. He must have noticed! He must be 
so annoyed with me! Desperately I begged him to stop, 
to release me, to let me rush to the bathroom. I felt 
him release my crotch but only long enough to shout 
out, "Yes, darling! Yes! Oh, let it come!" And then his 
open mouth was firmly clamped against me again, his 
hands still tight round my waist, and now his thumbs 
pressing against my lower stomach, forcing my bladder 
to give way ... I couldn't help it. In a mixture of 
relief and shame I let its contents flood into his 
mouth. I felt his throat muscles gulping rhythmically 
as he drank it down. And then I was empty again, and 
his tongue was slurping up and down my crotch, cleaning 
me, driving me to ever greater ecstasy, drawing the 
thick juice from my cunt. I swayed from side to side, 
moaning and gasping as spasms of pleasure chased 
through me. The pretty silver bells hanging from my 
breasts tinkled in time to my movements. I remembered 
what he had told me, and managed to grab the looped 
chain controlling the clamps, pulling it sharply to 
increase the bliss of my tightly gripped nipples. At 
last the joy was more than I could bear and, screaming 
incoherently, I reached a climax - the first true 
orgasm I had known.

I fell forward onto the carpet, tearing myself away 
from his mouth. I lay there sobbing, my legs tangled in 
his arms, my heart pounding, convinced that I was going 
to die. For a few moments I must have fainted. When I 
returned to life, I was lying in his arms and he was 
stroking me tenderly.

"Oh ... oh ..."

"Yes, darling, I know. Take it easy. There's lots of 
time."

"But ... but I did something terrible. I'm _so_ sorry."

"Don't be silly. You were wonderful."

"But I ..."

"Yes, of course you did. It was lovely."

"Do you really like it when a girl does that?"

"I _adore_ it. From a young girl like you. Young 
Japanese girls' piss is delicious." He laughed. 
"Especially when she mixes it with love-juice like you 
did. Yours is the best I've ever tasted."

"Do all men like ... like it when a girl does that?"

"Not all men. But lots do. It's a good idea to ask 
first."

My heart and breathing were returning to normal. I sat 
up. My hands found my breasts: I discovered that my 
nipple-clamps had been removed.

"But did you enjoy it?" Bob asked.

"It was fantastic. You were wonderful to me. Please ... 
please will you do it again?"

"Of course. That and other things. _Lots_ of other 
things."

"I want to do it again and again. And the other things, 
whatever they are. You will teach them to me, won't 
you? I never want to stop."

"I'm sure you never will. I love girls who never want 
to stop."

I looked down his handsome body, reclining on the 
floor.

"Oh, but ..." I said, conscience-stricken. "You did 
such marvellous things to me, and I still haven't done 
anything to you! Your poor cock ...!"

"Yes, you have darling. You sat on my face the way I 
love. You peed in my mouth and came in my mouth the way 
I adore. And you're just about to do more lovely things 
to me. Just wait and see. Go and have a quick wash and 
then I'll be ready."

As I passed the bed I could see what Reina had been 
doing while I was so preoccupied with the pleasure Bob 
had been giving me. She was lying on her back, her legs 
dangling over the end of the bed while one of the two 
Japanese men stood between them and vigorously fucked 
her cunt. The other man was kneeling beside her face as 
she stroked and sucked his cock. How lovely to be taken 
by two men at once! I thought. Would men want to do 
that to me?

The bathroom was well equipped with toiletries and I 
quickly washed and dried my crotch before scenting it 
lightly with the toilet-water provided. I smoothed the 
big braid hanging down my back and checked that my 
shoes were properly fastened. Yes, I thought, as I 
looked at myself as well as I could in the bathroom 
mirrors, really tall high-heels do a lot for a girl.[6] 
A naked girl. A completely nude girl like me, yearning 
for endless sexual pleasure ... I returned to Bob, 
doing my best to take long elegant strides. Already I 
wanted to leave behind me the embarrassed, pigeon-toed 
shuffle of the traditional Japanese girl. It didn't go 
with the sensually aware, sexually active me I was 
trying to create. Reina had finished what she had been 
doing on the bed and disappeared into the bathroom as 
soon as she saw that I had returned.

"May I have my pretty clamps again, please?" I asked 
Bob.

"Of course. Let me help you."

Again I felt the flood of pleasure and happiness rising 
in me like a fountain. I pulled the chain hanging from 
the clamps and felt the flood surge to even higher 
levels.

"I can see you are already addicted to them," said Bob 
with a smile.

"Of course!" I said. "After all, they're doing to me 
what I do myself when I ... you know, do _onani_."

Suddenly I blushed and covered my face with my hands. 
Had I said too much? I hadn't wanted to admit to this 
man - this stranger - that I masturbated. But then, I 
thought, why not? Every girl does: what was there to be 
ashamed of?[7]

"I wish I could watch you when you do that," said Bob. 
"Japanese girls are so charming when they masturbate."

So it had been all right to mention it.

"Now, will you come over here? I want you to help me 
choose some more little toys for us to enjoy together."

We moved towards the sideboard with the strange tools 
laid out on the top. Bob picked up a thick, ridged 
dildo in translucent plastic.

"Have you used one of these?" he asked with a gentle 
smile as he handed it to me. "When you do _onani_, I 
mean."

"Well, no," I said, embarrassed at my lack of 
experience. "I know what it is of course. And I'd love 
to try. I expect it's even better than my fingers." For 
a moment I was astonished at myself, feeling able to 
discuss masturbation techniques so frankly with a 
strange man. I was becoming more sophisticated, I 
thought! "But I've nowhere to keep it at home. Hide it, 
I mean."

"That's a pity. Perhaps we can help you. Give you a 
place to experiment in private."

He put his right arm gently round my waist. I suddenly 
remembered the lovely nude girl going off to have such 
a beautiful time - I was sure - with her attentive 
lover. He took the dildo away and handed me something 
else with his left hand. It was about the same size and 
ridged like the dildo but in black. It seemed to be 
folded up or looped together somehow.

"How about one of these? Have you ever experienced 
anything like this?" Bob murmured softly.

"No, I don't think so. What is it? Oh - I see!"

As I held the toy the looped part fell from my fingers 
and thin black strips tumbled to the floor, spreading 
out like a girl's long hair. It was a whip with many 
strands. Was it really a sex-toy? It seemed much more 
an instrument of punishment for a girl who had done 
something terribly naughty. I had seen such things in 
_manga_ cartoons, but always used by the evil villain 
on the beautifully suffering heroine.

"No, no ... do you think I would like it?" I asked 
anxiously. "It's very pretty," I added quickly, wanting 
to say something positive.

Bob held my hand so that together we shook the long 
strands gently. They rustled and made abstract patterns 
on the carpet. He took the instrument from me, released 
my waist and held the whip in his two hands, stretching 
it out as far as it would go. Then he playfully twisted 
it round my waist, letting me enjoy the strands' 
pleasant tickle before pulling it away from me. The 
agreeable feeling made me wriggle, and the little bells 
hanging from my nipple-clamps began to tinkle. He 
looped the whip together again, took me once more in 
his free arm and kissed me.

"Yes," he said softly as we came apart, "I think you 
will like it very much."

Our arms round each other, we walked back towards the 
couch. Reina was sitting at one end, her legs crossed, 
wearing only her long silver boots, and smiling at me.

"Is Bob being nice to you?" she asked.

"Oh, yes!" I said. "Very, very nice! Nicer than any man 
has ever been to me before!"

"Than any boy" I should in honesty have said, as my 
experience with grown men was so far limited to those 
who rubbed themselves against my school uniform skirt 
in the subway, imagining I did not understand what they 
were doing.

She looked up at Bob, still holding the toy he had 
chosen, and nodded.

"Come and kneel in front of me here," she instructed 
me.

I knelt looking up at her. Her fingers stroked and 
tweaked my breasts, making my bells ring.

"You like wearing these clamps on your breasts?" she 
said.

"Oh yes! You know I do!"

She leant forward and kissed me.

"Then you will like the other little toy Bob has chosen 
for you. Rest your head on my lap."

She stroked my head and neck. She picked up the long 
thick braid of my hair and played with it, using it to 
tickle my back and shoulders.

"Nice?" she said in a teasing voice.

"Mm'mm. Very nice."

Suddenly I was aware of Bob's gentle fingers tickling 
my bottom in unison with Reina's on my neck. It felt 
lovely. And the tickling increased: I could tell that 
he was now using the thin leather strands of the whip 
to intensify my pleasure. The strands seemed to fall 
lightly on my bottom, then tickle me delightfully as 
they were slowly withdrawn. They fell again. Then they 
fell a little more heavily, as if they were being 
pulled onto me instead of just falling naturally. Reina 
was tickling and stroking my shoulders, neck and 
breasts more strongly now, and the leather strands were 
falling on me more and more heavily. They began to 
stimulate the backs of my thighs, then moved up to 
pleasure my waist and back before returning to my 
bottom. Bob was whipping me quite hard now and the 
lovely tingling was flooding through me, joining the 
feeling from the nipple-clamps in a single wonderful 
sensation. As the leather strands fell and rose again 
they made a sexy rustling noise. I suddenly remembered 
what I had heard for a few moments from behind the door 
of the private room at the club. Had the beautiful 
naked girl been whipped like this by her attentive 
lover? From the sounds she had been making she had 
liked it! So it must be all right for me to take 
pleasure in it. My eyes shut and my face buried in 
Reina's lap, I could see her clearly as she came to me. 
She was telling me what it was like to be whipped, 
urging me to enjoy it as much as she did - just as she 
had shown me how much I longed to share her happiness 
in offering herself nude to an appreciative audience.

"Is that nice?" I heard Reina say in her teasing voice. 
"Are you enjoying it?"

"Oh, yes! Yes! More! Oh, harder, please!" I begged.

She stroked my ears and neck, oh so tenderly - the 
contrast with the gently stinging lashes on my bottom 
and thighs added a beautiful piquancy to the mounting 
ecstasy flooding through me. I had never felt anything 
so lovely. Of course I stroked myself in bed, and of 
course we girls did delightful things to each other's 
bottoms and thighs in our after-school sessions. But 
this was new, and wonderful. This was the way I wanted 
to be pleasured from now on - for ever. The loving 
caress of the multiple thin leather lashes was taking 
me to heaven, and I wanted it never to stop.

But then suddenly it did.

"Oh, _no_! Oh, _please_ don't stop! It's so wonderful!" 
I begged in my distress.

"I must have some relief now," I heard Bob's voice say. 
"She's so lovely and pink - I must take her!"

"Oh, you've been _so_ good to me!" I said, 
conscience-stricken. "And I've done nothing for you - 
yes, you must take me, any way you like!"

I felt his fingers gently stroking my bottom and 
opening my pussy and anus - gently, and yet stinging my 
wonderfully sensitised skin with his touch. A finger - 
I suppose it was - entered my pussy. There was no 
resistance: it had been dripping juice in its happiness 
as he whipped me. The finger twisted, probed and sent 
ripples of pleasure through me. His hand turned and now 
two fingers were inside me, moving up and down, opening 
up my love-passage. I was incoherent now, screaming and 
begging into Reina's lap, knowing only that I wanted 
this wonderful intrusion to go on for ever.

Suddenly the fingers withdrew, but before I could 
protest I felt something hard and yet supple demand 
entrance. It could only be the head of his longed-for 
cock. I braced myself against Reina who held me firm. 
Past the lips of my pussy it drove, the thick cock 
entering me, deep, oh so deep, until I felt the tickle 
of Bob's pubic hair against my sensitive bottom ... for 
a while the great tube of hard flesh was content to 
stay there, motionless apart from the throbbing of his 
pulse. Then it pulled out a little way and slammed back 
into me. Again. And again. I was screaming helplessly 
now, feeling again that wave of joy flooding through 
me, consuming me, that I had known when Bob's wonderful 
tongue had granted me my first true orgasm. It did not 
last long: the urgency of Bob's pent-up lust was too 
great. After ten or a dozen glorious thrusts I felt the 
cock thicken further as the beautiful cream his balls 
had been making for me raced in spasm after spasm along 
it, bursting deep into me.

Gradually my orgasm subsided and I felt him withdraw. 
Reina leant down towards me.

"Tell him to give it to you. To suck. To clean," she 
whispered urgently.

"Oh, please, Bob," I cried out obediently, "let me suck 
it clean for you!"

I pulled away from Reina, crawling a little way from 
the couch. Suddenly Bob was sitting there where she had 
been, holding his dripping cock between two fingers. I 
reached out for it, reverently caressing his heavy 
balls, worshipping his cock with my lips. My tongue 
teased the last drops of white cream from the tip, then 
began to lick the shaft, steadily, slowly, pulling it 
deeper into my mouth. His hands, free from the need to 
hold his cock and protect the carpet from drips, now 
rested on the back of my head, pulling my face onto 
him, holding me where I wanted to be. The cock was 
still hard and demanding. I had expected that it would 
shrink and go slack almost as soon as the spurts of cum 
had finished. That was what happened to the pretty 
boy-cocks I was accustomed to sucking after school. But 
it seemed there was more to come: his desire for me was 
still strong and unsatisfied. I stopped just cleaning 
him and began to suck him in earnest. I could tell from 
his appreciative murmurs and the way he was holding my 
head that I was pleasing him. Then I heard him call 
out, "All right, she's all yours! Whip her ... fuck her 
...!"

I assumed, if I thought anything, that the two Japanese 
men had recovered from being drained dry by Reina and 
were ready for more. Suddenly I felt again the lovely 
tingling in my bottom and thighs as the soft leather 
lashes began to pleasure them. As I sucked Bob's cock 
and stroked his balls, the whip gave me the 
satisfaction I wanted so badly. After a while it 
stopped but only so that another cock could enter my 
pussy, invading my love-hole, claiming it with the 
slow, steady assault of a lover whose first urgent lust 
has been relieved and is ready for the real business of 
the evening. A faint memory came to my mind of Reina 
being fucked on the bed by two men at once, and my 
wondering whether I would ever be found desirable 
enough for two lovers to take together. Now I knew the 
answer: _Yes_! Yes, yes - oh yes!

And not just two - three! For the rest of the evening, 
once I had brought Bob to his second climax and 
swallowed his rich cum, the three men took it in turns 
to whip me, to come in my mouth, and to invade my 
ecstatic, gasping pussy.

In the end, they had to admit they were exhausted and 
spent, and could do no more. I of course could have 
gone on much, much longer - if only there had been more 
men there to want me and love me! I think Reina felt 
the same. After all, she had been very generous to me, 
letting me benefit from the three men's lust and, after 
her first double fuck, demanding none of it for 
herself.

"Time to go!" she said at last. "You must get dressed, 
Saa-chan. Bob will drive us home."

A provocative thought took possession of my mind. After 
all, if we were going home by car and not by public 
transport ...

"Must I?" I asked, rather shyly and tentatively. "It 
feels _so_ much nicer like this ..."

Reina was about to assert her authority, but Bob 
intervened.

"You've acquired a taste for it, have you? Showing 
yourself off nude in front of an audience? Teasing us 
men?"

"Yes, I'm afraid I have," I said with a blush.

"Well, let her stay as she is," said Bob. "She only has 
to go as far as the car, and she has her coat. There's 
hardly likely to be anyone around in the garage. And if 
there is - does it matter in a place like this? Why not 
let her enjoy it if it excites her?"

"Oh, all right," said Reina, a bit grumpily I thought. 
She took off her boots preparatory to putting on her 
fishnet tights and body-stocking, and dressing in her 
shiny bra and shorts. Then she picked up my little blue 
dress, smoothed it out and hung it over her arm. The 
men were ready before she was.

The five of us left the room together and returned to 
the lobby in the elevator. Even though Bob had draped 
my coat over my shoulders, I was trembling with 
excitement at the thought that some stranger might see 
me. I was making the big discovery that to be nude in a 
public place where anything might happen is enormously 
more thrilling than taking one's clothes off among a 
group of friends. The two Japanese men said good-bye in 
a perfunctory way and left by the street door in search 
of a taxi. I noticed that they did not bother to thank 
Reina or me for the sex we had shared, but I bowed 
politely as they departed.

No one came into the lobby or the garage. When we 
reached the car Bob opened the doors and Reina got into 
the passenger seat beside him, leaving me on my own in 
the back. I soon let the coat slide off my shoulders 
and enjoyed the sensation of being driven nude through 
the Tokyo evening traffic. After all, I thought, I have 
had quite a lot of sex but I am eager for more if 
anyone wants me ... but no one paid any attention to 
me. When at last we reached home Reina insisted that I 
put on my coat properly and buttoned it up before 
leaving the car: she didn't want the neighbours to see 
me as anything other than a well-behaved schoolgirl. I 
could feel my other life taking charge of me again.

==

"Well, you had a nice time, didn't you?" she said to me 
later. "Especially with Bob."

"Yes," I said dreamily, "he was wonderfully good to me. 
I felt he was teaching me things I had never known. 
Only vaguely imagined."

"M'm, he has quite a reputation as a teacher of young 
girls."

We had showered together, then put on _yukata_s. Reina 
had found some hamburgers in the fridge and grilled 
them: there were no buns but she toasted some thick 
slices of _shokupan_, Japanese white bread. After we 
had eaten she sat on the cushions on the _tatami_ 
leaning against a backrest, while I lay with my head in 
her lap. I was still dreaming of Bob, his beautiful 
cock, his lovely whip and the nipple-clamps he had let 
me wear.

"I hope he will teach me many more things," I said 
sleepily. "Do you think he will?"

"Of course he will. If I ask him." She thought for a 
moment. "You're getting quite a taste for that sort of 
thing, aren't you? Group sex. Public nudity."

"Oh, _yes_! It was so nice at that place you took me 
to. When that beautiful girl took her clothes off ... 
and then when she went off with her friend, still nude! 
I wanted to do that too!"

"Did you, dear?"

"Oh, so _so_ much! And she was only a little older than 
me! Are there other places like that? Where I could ... 
do what she did? Will you take me to them?"

"Lots. Of course I will. And yes, you can do what that 
girl did. Once you've learnt how to do it well."

I wriggled more deeply into her lap.

"You don't think it's wrong to do these things to 
please men, do you?" she asked in a serious tone. "You 
know, demeaning? Somehow making less of yourself as a 
girl?"

I sat up, startled.

"No, of course not. Why should I think that?"

"Well, there are some girls who do. Influenced by 
western women, I think. Feminists."

"Do western women not want to please men?" I asked, 
astonished.

"If you want to understand the mental processes of 
western women," she said with a laugh, "I suggest you 
ask Bob to explain. And when he's done that, you'll see 
why he lives in Japan."

"I think ..." I began seriously, "... well, I don't 
know ... but I _love_ sex. I want as much of it as I 
can possibly have."

"Well, that's obvious enough," said Reina. "I only have 
to look at you."

"And it's nice when I do it to myself. And," I added 
hurriedly, anxious not to seem ungrateful, "I _loved_ 
what you did to me last night. But it's best of all 
with men, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes," said Reina. "No doubt about that."

She held out her arms to me, wanting me to stop talking 
and return to her lap, but I hadn't finished what I had 
to say. I needed to express my thought before I lost 
hold of it.

"So I want men to want me. So I must learn how to look 
and behave and ... er ... you know, dress the way men 
like. Then they will want me and will give me lots of 
lovely sex. That's right, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm glad you can see that. What use 
is a man without an erection? And once you've given him 
an erection it's yours to do what you want with. 
Remember?" She yawned. "Now, it's late and we must go 
to bed."

"Ooh ... may I sleep with you?"

"Of course. And I want you to do nice things to me. 
It's your turn. I had much less sex than you did this 
evening, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Oh, yes, yes! But will I know what to do ... to please 
you?"

"Don't worry. I'll teach you. Yes, I'll teach you all 
right."


FOOTNOTES

[2] My little friend Fujiko worked there - see Chapters 
II and III of _Work in Progress_. If Reina bought 
sex-toys and fetish equipment at Restraint then she had 
very sophisticated tastes. No doubt she was offering 
Sayaka a discreet opportunity to ask about the shop's 
specialities, but she was too excited about her dress 
to understand. - B W

[3] I didn't understand then, of course, but I 
understand now that the one person in the room who 
wanted it more than anyone was the girl herself. 
Stripping in public is an amazingly erotic experience 
in which the performer is teasing herself as well as 
her audience, making herself wait till she can stand it 
no longer and her own overwhelming desire compels her 
to become fully nude at last. - S O

[4] _Nopan_, which comes of course from the English "no 
panties", is the Japanese word for a girl who is 
enticingly naked under her skirt. - B W

[5] The Japanese language has so many words confusingly 
sounding almost the same while meaning something 
different that for the Japanese puns are a nuisance 
rather than a source of simple humour. - B W

[6] "High heels may well be the most potent aphrodisiac 
ever concocted," says Dr William A Rossi, in _The Sex 
Life of the Foot and Shoe_ (1976; new edition 1993). 
Whether the aphrodisiac has a more powerful effect on 
the girl wearing the heels or the man looking at her is 
an interesting question. - B W

[7] In a recent survey of Japanese girls 32.69% 
admitted to masturbating at least twice a week. 26.69% 
said they did it every day and 14.39% at least twice a 
day. Asked how long each masturbation session lasted, 
24.5% of the girls replied less than 10 minutes, 49.7% 
10-30 minutes, 16.9% 30-60 minutes, 3.6% 60-90 minutes 
and 2.9% more than 90 minutes. Answering a 
multiple-choice question, the vast majority said they 
masturbated in bed or elsewhere at home, but schools 
(including classrooms) were also popular locations. 
Minority choices included public places like parks, 
trains, shops, verandas and - in the case of 2.19% - 
telephone boxes. Now, where can I meet the girls who 
masturbate twice a day in public for more than 90 
minutes at a time? I'm sure we can establish some 
beautiful relationships. - B W


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