Okinawa - Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
It was late Saturday evening. I was walking in Okinawa City, Japan. I had been here for just over a year, and loved being here. My normal routine was to get into my car (a piece of shit '82 Toyota) and drive down here. I was stationed in the extreme Northern area of the island, and there was absolutely nothing there. Okinawa City was just outside of Kadena Airforce Base, and had a very active nightlife.
I had gone to a couple of the normal clubs for me. Bamboo had their banana show, where an older Japanese gal shoved a banana inside her cunt, then pushed it out in little pieces. There was an airhead that actually got down and ate them as they fell out. I watched the show, killed my beer, and left.
I stopped at Club Paradise, and spent an hour playing with a little Philippino. Most of the bar girls here were from there. I was never sure if that was because either the local women willing to do this were to ugly, or that they wanted more money. This one looked like she was barely 18, and was only 4'9".
I bought her a drink, and spent about 30 minutes playing with her large titties while she rubbed my cock under the table. She was just a "buy me drinkee" girl, and was only trying to get more of my money. So after I refused to give her more money, she left.
The "buy me drinkee" girls never put out, and would never get you off. They would tease you, and let you grope them until your wallet was empty. They would then move on, leaving you frustrated and broke. There were a few that I knew of in smaller clubs that would jack you off, but they were exceptions.
I was heading back to my car, and decided to take a different route. I had walked about half way down a dark side street, when I heard a whispered, "Psssst," from the side of the road. I looked, and saw the shape of a woman next to a darkened building. "Wanna suckie fuckie?" she asked.
I realized that she was standing in the entrance to a darkened bar. The place looked closed, but through the crack in the door, I could see a light was on inside. I was curious, so I went over to her. She was older, maybe 40 or so. But her body was pretty good. When I got next to her, she grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the bar.
Once in the door, she locked the door. The place was definitely a bar at one time. It was long closed, and in disrepair. The tables had a layer of dust on them, and the mirror behind the stage was broken. The only thing on the stage was a mattress, and a lamp with a dim bulb.
"You want fast brow-job, $10. You want fuckie-suckie, $20. You want long-time, $30."
I took a closer look at her, and was definitely interested. She looked like she had been a knockout in her younger days. 5'4", and no more than 100 pounds. She had long black hair, and green eyes. She had large breasts for a Japanese lady, and her nipples were faintly visible under her blouse. She was wearing a knee length skirt, and blue silk blouse.
I decided "What the hell". I had just been paid, and had nothing better to do with my money. I pulled out $40 and handed it to her. "Tell you what, that is all yours. Give me my money's worth, and I will be back again."
Her face lit up at that. It did not look to be with greed, as much as anticipation and gratitude. This was no average street whore I decided. I was surprised when she made a counter offer.
"Tell you what. You give me another $10, I do it all night. I'll even make you breakfast in the morning. It has been long time since I've been with somebody as nice as you."
I thought about it, and decided "why not". I peeled off another $20, and told her to keep it. I was not looking forward to the 45 minute drive home, and was a little drunk. I occasionally got a hotel room for the night, and that ran $35. For just a little more than that, I would spend the night, have breakfast, and get my rocks off.
She sat me at one of the tables (I noticed that one of them was recently cleaned). She left, and came back with 2 bottles of Budweiser. On the way back, she turned on a stereo. It was an old dancing tape, but the music was relaxing. It also helped set the mood. We both drank one of the beers, as we talked. Her name was Itsuko, but asked me to call her Annie. We talked, mostly me telling her my background.
We were sitting next to each other, our hips touching. I placed my arm around her, and she rested against me. She rested her hand on my knee, and made no attempts to grope me. This was actually nice, more like a date than a session with a hooker.
After finishing our beers, she turned me towards her, and kissed me. Now I normally did not kiss whores (for obvious reasons), but did not resist her. There was something unusual and different about her. We kissed for almost a half hour, holding each other tightly as we did so. I moved down and kissed her neck, and she gasped. She moaned something in Japanese, and it sounded like a name. She then pushed me away, and started crying.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Here, take your money. I let you go now. Keep money."
I was shaken, and found that I did not want to leave her. I gently took her in my arms, and held her as she cried. After almost 20 minutes, she relaxed, and she told me what was wrong.
It seemed that the bar had belonged to her and her husband. Before they were married, it was a strip club. But after their marriage, he closed it, and tried to rent it out. There were occasionally renters, but never for more than a year or so. They lived in the apartment on the second floor.
She was 39, and had been married for almost 20 years. Her husband got a job on the base as a carpenter after the club closed, and they had been living comfortably since then. They had no children, but were happy. Then 6 months ago, he died of a heart attack. He did not believe in insurance, and now she was almost broke.
Desperate and hungry, she cleaned up part of the bar, and decided to try selling herself. I was to have been her first customer. She had never done anything like that before, and was now ashamed.
The problem is that I had kissed her neck, the same way that her husband had done when they made love. It was his name she had called out. Her story got to me, and I could not bear to take the money away from her. When I told her this, she cried all over again.
"No, you take your money back. I've done nothing to deserve it. You nice man, but you deserve young girl for your money. One that make you feel good."
I assured her that I would be happy to simply sleep on the mattress on the stage, and enjoy her breakfast in the morning in exchange for the money. After our drinks, there was no way I could have safely driven home. She agreed, and got us each another beer.
We chatted again as we drank, now feeling more comfortable with each other. The money I gave her would pay for her electricity bill. She was almost making her payments with her pension (she had retired last year as a secretary) and her husband's pension. She was looking for more work, but was rough because of her age and experience.
Soon, I had her laughing again, my jokes making her feel at ease again. I yawned, and told her that I was getting tired. She left, and brought back a blanket for me to sleep with. She gave me a warm hug of gratitude, and went back upstairs.
I got undressed, and climbed onto the mattress to sleep. I fell asleep feeling good, knowing that I had helped Itsuko. I had prevented her from prostituting herself, and comforted her.
I woke up with a jump, realizing that somebody was next to me. I rolled over, and Itsuko was next to me on the bed. She was wearing a white silk nightgown, which looked good on her.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I want to be with you tonight," was her answer.
"You don't have to do this," I told her. "The money is yours. I do not expect anything else."
"You do not understand. I WANT to be with you tonight. I have been lonely for 6 months. You the first to show me kindness in all that time. I appreciate that, and want to thank you for that. I am also a woman, and have needs and desires also. I have not been with a man in over 6 months, and want to be with you. Please, kiss me again like you did before."
I could not resist, and we started kissing again. I ran my hands up and down her back, enjoying the feeling of the silk between her skin and my hand. This time, she was the one to move away, kissing my neck as she caressed my chest.
"Ohh, so big and strong," he whispered into my ear as she caressed my chest. "And so much hair. I never been with a man with so much hair before."
"How many men have you been with?" I asked, curious.
"Just one, my husband," was her response. I kissed her hard, and dropped one hand farther down, rubbing her ass as we kissed. She moved a hand down also, and grasped my cock. Her touch was gentle, as she ran her hand up and down my length. It felt good, and soon I had to pull back, gasping for breath as she manipulated me.
She had a very soft hand, and knew how to make a man feel good. Soon, I was gasping, enjoying the attention she was giving me. She was kissing my neck as she stroked me. I slowly moved one hand from her back to her front, caressing her breast.
Itsuko had small breasts. They were 34C. However, the nipples were things of wonder. Her areola were probably the size of half dollars, and the nipples were almost 1/2" long. They were a little thicker than a pencil in diameter. She gasped and pressed her chest to me as I gently caressed and squeezed her breast. The nipples were still as hard as rocks, and I gently squeezed then through her nightgown.
She looked like an angel in that nightgown. I was laying flat on my back. She was laying over me. I felt a gentle pressure against my hip. I realized that it was her crotch. She was gently rocking against me, pressing against me, then relaxing. Then she repeated the motion. It was slow and gentle, maybe rocking to and from every 5 seconds or so.
I reached down, and stopped her hand. She pulled back, and looked up at me. "Don't you like what I doing to you?" she asked.
"I love it, but you are getting me close."
"Ahhh, I understand," was her response.
She then simply held me. She occasionally ran her hand up and down, but her grip on me was more gentle then passionate.
I continued to caress her breasts, and carefully started to pull the nightgown up her body. I moved my other hand down, and caressed her legs as I inched it up.
Itsuko moaned as I caressed the tops of her thighs. She was wearing nothing under the nightgown, and I moved one hand to caress her naked ass cheeks. Our kisses turned more passionate, and I gently reversed our positions. I rolled her onto her back, as I rolled onto my side, and slightly over her.
It was obvious that this girl was not a pro, but used to making love in a particular way with one man. I had been married for 5 years, getting my divorce 5 months before I came over to the "Rock". After the divorce, I had wanted to get away for a while (my ex was still living in the same town I was based). I requested a transfer, and got it quickly. Okinawa had not been my first choice, but it was not my last.
However, like most married couples, we fell into the rut of normally making love the same way. Not that it was not enjoyable, but it was a routine. Itsuko was making love to me the same way, obviously the way her husband and her had made love.
This was different from the way the professionals had done it. I've had sex with prostitutes before, from the U.S., and also from Mexico, Panama, and Japan. They performed their act almost mechanically, and trying for speed, not quality. They also normally varied the way they moved their hands and mouths, looking for the way that gave the most pleasure.
Itsuko did none of the usual moves. This was like she was making love to me, not simply turning a trick. I found myself wondering what would have happened if it had been somebody else that had found her first. She obviously had nobody in the next room, to protect her if the guy got rough, or refused to pay. However, the wonderful feelings that she was giving me quickly pushed those thoughts out of my mind.
I gently removed her nightgown, and gazed down at her body. She was a very nice lady, and had a wonderful body. She was 6 years older than me, but that was not such a problem. I had dated women 8 years younger than me. Her skin was like ivory. Lightly colored, and very soft and smooth. Her lips and nipples were darker, and shone in the soft light. Her black hair was spread about her head on the pillow, like a black halo.
We resumed kissing, and I started caressing her body. My hand move up and down, starting at her neck, and moving down to her thigh, then back up. A couple of times, I teased her inner thigh, but did not move further. I lightly caressed the side of her chest, grazing the outside of her breast. Soon, Itsuko as moaning into my mouth, and tried to move her body to make my hand touch her more intimately.
I had decided that this was a lady that I would make love to, not simply have sex with. I moved down to her neck, kissing and sucking on her soft flesh. She started to writhe under me, and moaning something in Japanese. However, she did not mention her late husband's name this time. She moaned mine instead. Then she switched to English, and moaned "Please, you tease me no longer, please."
I ignored her for the moment, moving my mouth down to her chest. I licked and kissed her chest, moving slowly down between her breasts. I kissed her breast bone, and she moaned. I started kissing the underside of her breast, as I moved my hand up the inside of her thigh. Finally, I gave her what she wanted. I moved my mouth to the side, taking her right breast into my mouth. At the same time, I cupped her pubic region in my hand.
She acted like I had shocked her with a cattle prod. Her body tensed up, then she laid back, grasping my head in her hands. He pussy was soaking wet. I played with her outer lips, teasing and caressing them as I sucked on her nipple. I moved to her other breast, doing the same to it. She moaned and gasped as I did so.
I easily found her clit, and started caressing it. It was like I found her "on button". Within 2 minutes, she was having an orgasm. "Oh, that feel so good! Please, don't stop. Don't..." The remainder of her words degenerated into moans as I brought her to another orgasm. Now I had my middle finger inside her, as I strummed her clit with my thumb.
I believed her about not making love to anybody but her husband, and decided to do something that I have always enjoyed. I started kissing my way down her body. I licked her navel, causing more shivers to run through her. I started to kiss her thigh, and started to move up between her legs. Then she grasped my head in her hands, and stopped me.
"No, not that. I am dirty down there."
I paused for a minute, confused. She smelled nice, having obviously taken a bath after she had left me earlier in the evening. Then I understood.
"Has you husband ever kissed you down there?" I asked.
"No, it is dirty. I bleed down there."
"Are you bleeding now?" I asked. She shyly shook her head no, so I continued to kiss my way to her center.
She tried one last time with her hands to stop me, but I moved them away. I extended my tongue, and licked her clit. After 30 seconds, she relaxed her grip on my head. A minute later, she was playing with my hair, obviously enjoying what I was doing. Within 5 minutes, she was holding my head to her, loudly moaning, "YES!" as she achieved another orgasm. I quickly brought her to a second orgasm before I moved back up her body.
I let her relax, simply holding her as she regained her breath. "That feel very good. I done that for my husband before, but he never do it to me. Now I know why he like it so much."
"Did you do it to your husband very often?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, he like that very much. I like it also." she said to me, turning to look at me. "I like to feel a penis in my hand, in my mouth, and inside me. My husband was smaller than you. You are both longer and thicker that he was."
She was again caressing my cock as she said this. She moved down, kissing my chest and belly as she did so. She got down to my groin, and kissed the upper part of my thigh, right next to my balls. It was like magic, how good it felt.
She was holding me straight up now, moving her hand from the base all the way to the tip. She gently licked the tip, licking up the fluids that were leaking from me. Then she opened her mouth, and took half of my length in one gulp.
She was very good. She moved her head up and down slowly, taking most of the length into her mouth. The rest she held in her small hand, gently squeezing. I am not huge, barely 7" long, and 3" around. But I have seen some Japanese porn movies, and the men were proportionately smaller in their genitals also.
She had me close to cumming in less than 4 minutes. "I am about to cum" I moaned, giving her the chance to pull off if she so wished. But she started to move her head faster, moaning around my cock. That pushed me over the edge, and I spasmed in orgasm.
I had not had any sex in almost a week (I had not even masturbated). I came in 7 or 8 large spurts, the most I had shot in longer than I can remember. Itsuko swallowed everything I gave her, then kept me in her mouth until I got hard again.
She crawled up my body, kissing me along the way. We kissed with her on top of me for several minutes. I could taste my sperm on her lips, and I was sure she could taste her secretions on mine. She nibbled on my ear, then whispered into it "I want you inside me now."
I rolled her onto her back, and slid between her legs. I pressed my groin against hers, feeling her wetness against me. I moved my hips around, teasing her with the head of my cock. She would try to move so I would enter, but I would pull back again. Finally, she pulled her mouth from mine and said, "Don't tease me any more. Please, I need you inside me. I want to feel you inside me."
I told her to put me in, and lifted my belly up from hers. Her small hand moved down, and grasped me. She placed the head against her opening, and pushed me into her. Itsuko actually purred when I slowly slid into her. Once I was all the way in, I started to kiss her, not moving an inch. She was incredibly tight, probably because she had only made love to one other person, and he was smaller then me.
"Oh, you make me so full. I never feel so full before," she moaned into my ear.
I asked her if it hurt, but she shook her head no. "It hurt a little at first, but no more. Now it only feel good. You make me feel like a woman again."
I slowly, gently started to slip out of her, then back in. I would pull about half way out, then all the way in. Itsuko kissed me again, wrapping her arms around me and pulling my full weight down. I thought I would crush her, but she whispered that she wanted to feel crushed by me.
I started lengthening my thrusts, until I was only leaving the head inside her. I would thrust that way a few times, then change to short hard thrusts. I then felt a wonderful pair of legs wrap themselves around me, clutching me to her.
"I knew you would be good. I wanted you to last long time. That is why I do you with my mouth first. I want you to last long time inside me."
I assured her that I would last as long as possible. When I felt close, I would slow down, then stop. Once I felt I had control again, I would start sliding again. Itsuko had incredible muscle control, squeezing me when I was all the way in.
She started to gently bite my neck and moan, so I knew she was about to cum. A minute later, we were kissing fiercely as she had her fifth orgasm of the night. She came again, gripping my ass and making me thrust harder.
I was close again, and stopped. "No, don't stop. I want you to give me your seed. I want it inside me."
I thrust a few more times, then buried myself all the way into her, filling her with my sperm. As I finished, she had another orgasm, then relaxed. I laid on top of her for another 10 minutes, kissing each other until I became soft, and slipped out of her.
I rolled off of her, and onto my back. Itsuko curled up against my side, and we both fell asleep.
