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Company Trips in Japan

By: Ooshnafloot



I live and work in Japan. Every year the business I work for has a company trip. It's a chance for the Osaka and Tokyo offices to meet at some famous destination in the countryside, the only time the whole company gets together. I'm the only foreigner among 30 people in the Osaka office. Tokyo has two other 'gaijin', both Canadians, but they never go on the annual trip – which is a typical foreigner mistake. Participation is a pillar of company-culture in Japan. Personally I don't mind those guys skip, it makes me look good.

The trip is never at the same time of the year - we follow the best season of the destination. Once we went to Kyoto for Hanami, the Cherry Blossom Viewing. We also went down to Kyushu one fall and soaked in volcanic mud. Once we were up in the mountains of Nagano in the spring which was spectacular. This year, however, it was decided to get cold. We'd never done a ski trip before; Hokkaido was booked for February. It was the earliest in the year we'd ever had our get-together.

It was also the closest I got to bailing. I don't ski. I never have. I ruined both ankles playing football and there is no way I would do any sport that required vigorous rotation of those joints. Even boarding terrified me. But...I was assured that there were plenty of people in the Tokyo office that didn't ski either and there were other things to do – I wouldn't be short of company. Suspiciously I agreed. As much as I love the locals, sometimes they tell you what you need to hear to get you agree to something.

Timing for the trip meant that I actually flew out from Hiroshima, I had a pre-scheduled visit to one of our licensees over the weekend for training. My office flew out of Osaka early Monday evening, getting to the hotel around midnight. For me in Hiroshima and for our staff in Tokyo, we couldn't get a flight until first thing Tuesday morning. Tokyo is much closer to Hokkaido so they arrived 90 minutes before me. I wasn't going to make the whole Tokyo office – about 25 people – wait for me so I let them go first; I traveled from Chitose Airport to our hotel by myself. There are different options but the easiest was bus. Three-and-a-half hours of it. I bought some beer at the Lawson at the airport expecting a long trip like that must have a bus with a toilet. No such luck. So I kept the beers tucked away in my bag, I wasn't going to inflict toilet torture on myself for hours on an unstoppable bus. As it turned out there was a break at a roadside rest for twenty minutes at what I guessed was the halfway mark, but I still wasn't game to run the risk of getting on the beers and busting for a pee.

At the highway stop it was snowing and cold. I had new boots and gloves so I walked around outside to test them out. All good. I wasn't used to this white weather and it was gorgeous scenery, even here on the side of a highway. I didn't really have a sense of the final destination so back on the bus I opened the map on my phone to check out where I was. The place we were staying was a resort in the south west of Hokkaido, the opposite direction to what I thought we had been heading. I always thought Niseko was in the middle of Hokkaido, not down the bottom. Obviously not. The hotel itself was near Hirafu village. The Airport Bus first dropped people off in the middle of the village at a car-park at the base of a ski run, then kept moving further into snow clad hills dropping people off at various resorts and chalets along the way. My hotel was the last stop, and I was the last person on the bus. It was hard to tell where I was with all the snow and the hills, but I had the sense this was the middle of nowhere.

Inside the hotel the lobby was vast. I didn't see any of our people. I checked in and took my room. Thankfully there were no porters, I hate giving tips to people to carry a bag I don't need them to carry. This hotel seemed more like a big serviced apartment center. The room itself was huge and had a full kitchen. It was only one room but had four sections to it. Inside on the right was the kitchen with its own dining table. To the left was a proper 6-tatami mat space. Past that was a massive double bed and in the far corner on the right a lounge suite with a huge flat-screen TV. A balcony ran the width of the room outside. Most Japanese apartments aren't as big. It must have been 5 times larger than the average Tokyo hotel room, the advantage of being in the middle of nowhere.

After unpacking and shoving my bags in the closet I went downstairs to investigate the hotel and find out where everyone was. To give some background there were two ladies from the Tokyo office that I'd come close to being with over the years. One was a bit younger, maybe mid-late twenties, I could never tell ages. The other was closer to my age. Both were gorgeous and flirted with me all the time but never to the extent I'd been able to close the deal. I'd kissed both of them at some stage but never in a place where I could continue through to end-game. The older one and I once trailed at the back of the group after a last-evening farewell dinner and spent a drunken minute in an alley in Kyoto kissing and feeling up her tits, though we knew we would be soon missed. After that we all went back to our (shared) rooms and that was the end of it. Since that trip I demanded a room to myself.

The following year in Kyushu the younger one who was married wouldn't go back to my room, but I did manage to get her onto a quiet mezzanine floor of our hotel late one night after karaoke. There were sofa-type seats in front of dark meeting rooms. With her I was able to take longer, not just kissing. I got a mouthful of bare tit and a wet middle finger. I'm not sure if I would have been able to fuck her there or not, hotel security making its round shooed us away and that was the end of it. She came to her senses and ran off to her room. Weirdly, she was as nice and as flirty as ever to me the next day and the rest of the trip but I couldn't drag her away from the group again. So as I poked about the Hokkaido hotel and searched for any of my team, in the back of my mind I wondered if one of those two were hoping to see me.

I found all of the Tokyo people in a back room on the ground floor surrounded by ski gear. We had a huge round of bowing and hisashiburis and the occasional hug from the more outgoing younger lads. They were being fitted for equipment by a company who had a truck full of gear, even jackets and pants and goggles. The Osaka office had been fitted in the morning and were somewhere out on the slopes. We would all get together for onsen and dinner that night and from there spend all our time together.

I scanned the room to see if anyone wasn't getting fitted. I'd been told there were people in Tokyo who didn't ski, that I'd have company. I shook my head, it didn't look that way. Rotten lying sods.

There was a coffee-shop/bar type place on one side of the foyer. I waited together with those who had finished their fitting for the Osaka group to come back. They are a drinking culture in Japan and the opportunity was taken full-steam. Someone produced some packs of cards and we had a number of raucous tables playing all sorts of games. I found myself in a group of five - which did not include my two potential women, who were both being nice but stand-offish. (Of course, they had to I told myself...they couldn't show their affection for me in public.)

In Japan there is a card game called Hanafuda and I used that concept to teach my table Gin Rummy with two packs of western decks mixed in given there were five of us. Those guys picked it up pretty quickly and it was the grandstand table; the game is fast-paced and we had the loudest and biggest drinkers. By the time the first person from my Osaka office wandered in to check out the noise we had lost all sense of time and schedule. Once the Shacho walked in, though, (the company President), the noise stopped in an instant. He wasn't displeased, he loved the staff getting crazy together like this, but he was Shacho and all the staff naturally gave deference. 

After pushing all the Osaka staff into the café, most still shaking snow off their gloves and hats, he gave a hearty welcome and called for the welcome Banzai. Okada the Operations Head then read out the schedule, we were all to be in the lobby at 6pm for a walk down to a nearby onsen then back for an 8pm bus to take us to dinner. He told us the onsen was famous in the area and had a number of separate men's and women's baths, but the one right out the back was mixed, so to take care – followed by a number of cautious giggles. I raised my eyebrows. I'd heard of mixed baths but never seen one. I looked over at both of my targets, neither caught my eye. Anyway, there was no way they would do anything in front of anyone else. I told myself to be patient, see what happens after dinner.

I won't talk too much about the onsen. It's still weird for me to get undressed and have a bath with 30 male colleagues and call it fun. The only interesting bit was the outside baths. We were surrounded by snow, you literally had to walk through it to get to the hot water. It was snowing on us in the bath, amazing. And my hair froze. If you wet it and shaped it, it would freeze like that. Hilarious. And needless to say none of us ventured down the path around the hill to the back bath, if it really even existed.

Back to the hotel there was enough time for 20 minutes more of cards in the cafe, then off to dinner. With 50-odd people it's easy to get lost in the crowd, even as a foreigner, and I milled through the lobby and onto the bus as one of them. It was a good 30 minutes through the snow to get to the main village. As luck would have it, at dinner I was sat next to the young married woman, the one I had fingered. We got on well, as we did before. We both drank plenty, as we did before. Having felt the inside of her vagina in the past there was a sense for me this was heading in the right direction. We even joked with people that in this cold weather any snuggling in the group would need to be somewhere warm and not, say, in the public areas of the hotel. Once, very slyly, she picked up my hand and smelled the finger I had put in her that trip, grinning at me. Surely that was a sign? The difference between this time and that trip though was the bus ride home.  Those 30 minutes back through the darkness was far too sobering.

Offloaded at 10:45pm in the foyer Okada the ops head called it good-night, said the bus for the slopes would be leaving at 8:30am, so all be fed and ready by then. And that was it. I lingered in the lobby after they all left, hoping against hope that my young married thing would come back but she didn't. Eventually I had no choice but to spend another night in a hotel room alone. Drats.

The next morning I went to breakfast at 8. Given I was on my own program for the day there was no point in getting up too early, I just needed to be seen before they caught their bus. Breakfast was in the same café we were playing cards the day before and some of the guys who were finished eating were playing again. I had two decks in my jacket pocket still and started up another table. I could eat after they left, which would be soon. Most people wanted to be part of my Gin Rummy game so I needed both decks again.

At 8:25 Okada called out 'move' and like wildebeest they silently rolled as one toward the lobby. All except for me. And one other. One of the girls that was on my table playing cards stayed put. I looked at her quizzically. 

"Not skiing?"

She shook her head. 

"Why?" I asked.

"I tried. Many times. I give up."

"Really," I grinned. "Then why...why did you come?"

"On this trip? I wasn't given the impression I had a choice," she said dryly.

"No, I guess not. (Not unless you're a gaijin, I thought) You're new? Graduate program?"

She nodded. I hadn't noticed her before. She wasn't plain as such, I guess she was just so young there didn't seem much chance of a meaningful connection.

"You're English is pretty good," I continued.

Again, she just nodded. That in itself was a bit strange, most Japanese vehemently deny being good at anything. 

"Can you watch all this?" I asked, pointing at the cards and my gloves and coat. "I just want to..."

I didn't finish my sentence, but I indicated to the foyer. She nodded okay. I walked calmly with a degree of haste over to Okada, the one who had promised me I would have company not-skiing.

"Umm, Mr. Okada. Can I check something? You said there were non-skiers?"

"Oh, I'm not sure," he said evasively.

"That girl in there, she said she doesn't ski."

"Oh, Brett-san, you are in luck. Good news," he smiled. I was sure he had no idea if there would be anyone.

"Is she the only one? Is there no one else?" I tried to clarify.

Okada called out to one of the Tokyo managers and asked the same question. "Just Fukuda."

"What's her name?"

"Fukuda Mika," Okada told me. And that was that. They shuffled out, all piled into the bus. I ran out into the cold and stood on the bus steps.

"What time will you be back?" I asked. The bus driver said he was booked to leave Hirafu at 5:20pm, arrive back at our hotel before 6pm.

Okay, I thought, getting back off the bus and running into the warmth flicking snow off myself. What the fuck happens til then? Is there anything at all to do at this place? I was expecting we'd at least be staying in a town, not out in the middle of nowhere. I went back to the café. Fukuda Mika looked bored already.

"Have you eaten?" I asked. She nodded. Okay. "I'm Brett, by the way."

"I know," she grinned.

"And you're Mika?"

She seemed surprised. "You know who I am?"

I couldn't tell her I'd just found out. "Of course," was all I said. "Do you mind, I've not eaten..."

"Dozo," she said, nodding. I got my food and came back to the table. She was sorting out the big mess of cards back to two separate sets.

"You were playing Gin Rummy with me just now. Did you work out how to play?"

"I played yesterday already," she scolded me.

"You did?" I couldn't help but say. "With who?"

"Baka! With you! I was on the table with you yesterday when you showed us," she yelled incredulously.

Whoops. I went bright red. "I'm sorry. I was..." I couldn't complete the sentence, what could I say? There were so many people and you didn't stand out? Hardly.

"Baka!" she said again, but in a playful way.

"So...," I said trying to think of something to move the conversation away from this spot, to anywhere I could. "...are you any good?"

"This game is too easy," she said.

"Oh really?" I grinned. "You think so? You think you can beat me?"

"Two people is no fun," she dismissed the idea.

"No way. This game is better for two people, it's how it's normally played."

"Huh?"

"Serious. Come on, I'll show you."

I took a sorted deck, dealt, played and whipped her butt within a couple of minutes.

"Easy, huh?" I teased her.

"Again," she insisted quickly.

I wiped her out again.

"No way," she complained as I lay Gin on the table. "Again!"

We did this for 30 minutes, the games moving fast and getting closer. It was fun and Mika looked happy and less bored than she'd expected to be with this guy old enough to be her uncle. 

"I feel like drinking when I play cards," she lamented.

"You want a drink? A coffee?"

"No," she laughed at me. "I mean some whisky or vodka or something! What a fuddy-duddy you are!"

"Fuddy-duddy?" I exclaimed. "Fuddy-duddy? How do you even know that term? You'd have to be a grandma yourself to use words like that!"

"It's not right?" she looked at me. "You don't say that?"

"Not if you were born after 1950..." I laughed at her. Mika went red.

"I'm sorry," she tried to say.

"Oh, come on, I'm just teasing you. Here, let's get some. Sumimasen, sumimasen!" I yelled out. The waitress came over and I asked for whisky. She looked at us like we were mad, it was only a little after 9am. Who drinks whisky that early? She took a long and confused moment before rushing off to ask someone. After what seemed like a painful time with her manager she came back to say the bar doesn't open until 1pm.

"1pm! Gee," I said, looking at my watch. "Okay, thank you."

Mika shrugged her shoulders.

"That's the end of that," she said, turning up the corner of her mouth.

"Come on," I told her, packing up. "Let's go."

"Where?" she asked, puzzled.

"I have whisky. "

"Where?"

"My room. I brought 2 bottles in my suitcase." I didn't give her time to argue. "Come on."

I took my stuff and Mika followed. It turned out we were on the same floor but on opposite sides. "I'm sharing with two others," she told me as I unlocked the door.

"Two others. Wow."

"You're by yourself?"

"Sure."

I wasn't sure whether that scared her a little.

"Come on, we can use the tatami table," I said dumping my coat and stuff on the floor next to it. Mika took off her own coat and wandered over to the window. There was a thick covering of snow on the balcony.

"Wow, your view is much better this side."

I looked over her way, for the first time as someone I might be able to get intimate with. She had fine shape. She was a good looking young woman. How could I not have noticed her sitting around my table? Was I so obsessed with my other two targets? I turned the thermo up from 23 to 27 celcius, making it more comfortable to sit without heavy clothing.

I took the beer I bought from the Lawson at the airport and one bottle of whisky I brought from home and put it on the low table. I took two big glasses and two short glasses from the kitchen.

"Let's do it," I told her, opening the whisky and the beer, handing her a glass of each.

"Wow," she grinned. "What time is it?"

"9:22am," I smiled back.

We clinked our glasses and drank both the beer and the whisky in one hit. This was some girl.

"How old are you?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Me? What about you?" she retorted.

"35," I admitted freely.

"22," she said in return. Wow. Okay. 13 years, not too bad...was it? 

I filled our glasses again and we downed both the beer and whisky. It was like some sort of challenge, she was a competitive soul.

"Sit. Let's play," I said, directing her to the floor. We sat on cushions on the matting, on opposite sides of a low table. I dealt the cards. "Okay, you wanna play for bets?"

"What?"

"For bets."

"What bets?"

"Strip," I simply said.

"What do you mean strip?"

"Whoever loses takes off clothes."

Mika looked at me. She didn't say no.

"I don't know about that..."

"Why not? It will be fun. What else have you got to do today?"

"I've never done it before..." she protested.

"Even more reason. Are you going to live your life never having played a game of strip poker?"

"I don't even know you," she said, holding back that she had a boyfriend at home too. He would be more than disappointed if she did this. Female faithfulness is a big thing for most Japanese guys.

"All the better, believe me. Nothing to feel embarrassed about later. Come on, have another drink," I suggested.

Mika held out her glass. If she wasn't going to say yes, she wouldn't have done that.

"So," I said chinking glasses, "We keep playing Gin Rummy. Whoever loses lets the other one take one piece of clothes off them."

"Huh, we take off each other's?"

"Sure, we've got to do it properly."

"No way. You'll take off my pants straight away."

"No, no, no. You choose which piece, then I take it off."

Mika looked at me. She drank her whisky and held her glass on the table next to the bottle as if to say 'more'.

"You can't tell anyone," she started to say. "If we do this, no one can know. No one."

"Of course," I said with my most serious look. My spine was tingling. Was this really going to happen? I'd had so many disappointments on these company trips, I'd got so close and it had slip through my fingers. It would be my luck at that moment to have a fire drill or something. "Come on, you deal first."


Company Trips in Japan



"You promise?" Mika said ignoring me.

"I promise," I replied in my best meaningful tone.

"Not a soul."

"Not a soul," I repeated after her.

"No showing off to the other guys after. Telling them you undressed me."

"Okay, okay, I get it," I assured her.

"And no touching!"

"Of course," I said as if I completely understood.

"And one more rule."

"What?" I frowned.

"I decide what you take off."

I laughed at that. "No way! Unfair! Then I decide what you take off, too."

Mika shook her head.

"That's the rules. If you want me to play, that's the conditions." She was grinning now as she took another swig on the whisky. 

"Why should I agree that?"

"Because you're a man. You want me undressed more than I want you undressed, there has to be a price to pay."

Perhaps she thought I'd pull out, hoping I'd back down.

"Deal," was all I said. 

"Okay," she said excitedly, as if she had just tricked me into agreeing odds heavily stacked in her favor. I got up and again adjusted the thermostat an inch warmer. At 27 Celsius it was comfortable, but at 32 it would be nicely hot. With snow still falling the windows were heavily fogged and it looked more like 5pm outside, not nine-thirty-something in the morning.  I brought a bottle of water over so it wasn't all just shots of whisky. I had one as I took my first hand.

That first half-hour downstairs was competitive, but now it was serious. Down in the lobby I was playing for pride, showing the most dazzling hand, or trickiest bluff, or quickest kill. Now there was an edge to it. Now the win was more important than the style. I found myself in a defensive, conservative mood and knew it would be my downfall, I just knew it. When Mika slammed down her cards, her face lit up as if everything was going according to plan. Choosing what I took off was like choosing which ice-cream to have.

"Hmm," she beamed at me, "Let's see how tough you are. Come on, give me your jeans."

Clearly she was enjoying the deal she had done herself. I sighed and stood up, walking around to her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, confused.

"You have to take them off. 'It's the rules'", I mimicked. Mika had forgotten about that part. Sheepishly she reached out for my button. Difficult to dislodge she turned and knelt before me, using two hands to get the button, then slowly pulled the zip. She looked up at my face and back at my crotch. There was a huge bump to pull my zip over, I was hard already and there was no escaping it. More quickly than either of us had expected we were in the sexual zone. Zip down she had to hold up my boxers to stop them from coming down with the jeans. The tent in front was impossible to ignore as I stepped out of the jeans. I stood by her for longer than necessary because for a moment she looked like she might reach out and grab it. She didn't.

Sat back down, I filled both our shot glasses and clinked cheers.

"Don't feel too clever, miss," I warned jokingly. "There's still a long way to go."

It was my deal. Still hesitant and off my natural game I lost again, but not so easily this time. Mika said she would take mercy on me and demanded a sock, though I think she was a little scared. I stuck my foot under the low table and between her legs. I couldn't quite reach her crotch but was high enough to feel thigh as she pulled the sock off. The next game I was one card from a win and despite shuffling forward I still couldn't get my foot up to her crotch as she took another sock from me. The heater was working brilliantly, I sat comfortably in bare legs despite the cold outside.

"I won't be so nice from now on," she warned. The whiskies were starting to get to her though, and I got into a groove. I rattled off four wins in a row. She was happy enough to give me one sock, then another, and even when I stood behind and pulled off her sweater for the third loss. But on the fourth turn it got a bit edgy. She had a thick white long-sleeve cotton pull-over under her sweater, and under that only a bra.

"So...what's it to be?" I asked, glancing up at the clock. It was 10:15am, we had at least seven hours until the rest of the group would come back, I had no need to move fast.

"Bra," she said and pointed to her sleeves. I knew what she meant. Behind her I reached up and under her shirt to the hook, taking care to run my fingers delicately along her bare skin. I'd never seen this much of her, been so close. I'd only just met her, and yet here I was pulling her bra straps down and through her sleeves. The back of my hand brushed against the faintest hint of lower breast as I pulled the bra from the front, sending a pulse through my hard-on. Trying to lighten the mood I hung her bra over the lump at the front of my boxers and walked back to my spot. Mika didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So she drank.

Sitting across with just a tight cotton top, her breasts didn't look big. You never can tell in winter clothes, but this girl was fairly small I thought. Her nipples were big though, and hard. They were pushing outward through the material. Mika was too whiskied up to notice. I decided to slow her drinking in case she passed out.

"I can drink more than you, don't worry," she assured me when I poured a little one.

When I lost the next hand, it wasn't on purpose but I wasn't disappointed. When I stood next to her I was daring her to take off my boxers. She thought she was being smart, she thought I would protest and that would be the end of it. She kept pulling down until my erection sprang free. She daren't look as she pulled them all the way off. At that moment her face changed, she knew her plan had backfired. She realized that daring my pants off would make it impossible to persuade me to let hers stay on. The only chance she had of staying dressed was to win. Mika decided she wanted to stay dressed. Strip was new and fun and super-naughty, but she hadn't intended to go all the way. If anyone found out she would be a dead woman, her reputation a mess. Her boyfriend would kill her. Even this much, if he knew she was in a room with a guy that had no pants on he would kill her, especially with her bra over there somewhere by him.

Mika had to win. She took a gulp of whisky to confirm it to herself.

I could sense there was more tension now that I was undressed below. I didn't know Mika. Studying her reaction it seemed she had familiarity with cock, it hadn't seemed to shock her but I doubted she saw new ones very often.  She seemed to like guys, and like flirting, but I guessed Mika didn't slide easily into bed with them. To get her used to the nudity I walked over to the kitchen, washed my hands, put some chips into a bowl. I brought them over then took our glasses back to get new fresh ones. She did her best not to look.

Mika was super annoyed when she lost the next hand. She flicked at the remaining cards searching for the missing one she needed to win, it was all the way at second-bottom. Cursing the card-gods she flung it to the mat.

"Let's have it."

"Do I have to?" she moaned.

I beckoned her over and she reluctantly came on her knees. Her pants were soft black denim, she looked down at my hands as I fingered her top button. It was buttons all the way down. The air was thick and warm as I slowly pulled them open. She held her own panties up so they didn't come down with her jeans. I took the liberty of running my hands down her ass as I pushed her clothes from her. She closed her eyes and shuddered but didn't stop me. Jeans at her knees, she sat so I could pull them over her ankles. My erection was at its hardest, I could see the folds of her pussy under the material of her light yellow panties.

If her breasts were slightly small, her hips made up for it. Mika was gorgeous without jeans on, more than I could have imagined. Her ass was perfectly rounded, her legs fairly melted into her buttocks. There was a gap between her thighs that any man would be lucky to get between. She could see me staring and went red.

"I need the toilet," she said and walked up and away from me. Even if the game stopped now I would have been satisfied. I'd never expected I could get so far with someone so young and unassuming. Mika hadn't come across as remotely sexy in the cafe and yet I gripped my cock to stop the pain of how hard I felt.

Even though it wasn't my turn I had the cards dealt by the time she walked back across the room. My eyes followed her all the way, and Mika couldn't avoid taking glances either as I leaned back on show.

"Hey, no way," she complained, picking up the cards and re-shuffling. 

"You don't trust me?"

"It's my turn anyway," she said avoiding the question.

It was a tense game, one where Mika was greatly relieved to see me out of my sweater, leaving me in a single unattractive undershirt, complete with tatty threads. I tried to grab her ass as she undressed me but this time she did what she could to avoid being touched.

The next game was tough. Really tough. It went on and on, neither of us could get what we needed. If I lost it would be the end of it, I would be naked, she would still have her top and her bottom. I suspected there would be no getting her clothes off unless I could do it in the game. It was big stakes. It turned out we were both seeking the same card. In giving up first she dropped what I needed, a rookie mistake. For a moment I thought she might shirk. I stood and walked around to where she was but she poured herself a whisky and ignored me.

"Hey, hey, hey," I said smiling, doing a twirl, accentuating my bare butt and cock. "Your turn my dear Mika. Top or bottom?"

She looked up at me assessing whether I would let her off the hook. Reluctantly she lifted her arms. I wish I could have thought of a way to grab her tits as I undressed her, but all that happened is I got her top off and she replaced it with her arms at her chest.  And it was my deal so I couldn't see her tits hanging as she did it. With her hands she struggled to keep control of both her cards and keep her tits from view. It affected her game no doubt. I won easily.

"You're not really going to make me do this are you?" she begged.

I held my cock at her and nodded down.

"Oh god," she said, exasperated.

"Hey, at least you can say you played strip poker all-the-way, not like some chicken shit kid right?"

I moved over and stood in front, lifting her to her feet. Without hesitation I hooked my thumbs into her panties and swept them to the ground. Like a good sport she lifted her feet and let me take them off. Her pussy was delightful, it had hardly any covering at all. The sides were cleanly shaven but there seemed naturally not much thickness. She was perfectly shy about being naked with a stranger.

"Okay, I'm undressed. All the way. We're finished right, I did it. I can put my clothes back on now?" she complained, covering her breasts but leaving her snatch on show in a delightfully naïve way.

"Not that easy! You've been staring at my penis for ages, you've only just got undressed."

"I'm going to get cold," she whined.

"It's hot in here."

"No way, look!" she said, briefly showing me her nipples. They were hard, it was true.

"Well," I said looking at the bed, "There is one solution."

I took Mika by the hand and walked her to the big double bed. She came under protest, not unwillingly but not enthusiastically.

"Ah, I don't think...this is not a good idea," she said backing away. With one hand I pulled back the quilt and sheets, with the other I grabbed her around the waist and pulled us down. We fell onto the mattress together and I covered us in quilt. My hand went to her ass and I squashed her pelvis against my erection. I put my lips to her neck and started sucking.

"This is not...," she groaned. "You said we were just going to have fun."

"This is fun," I suggested.

"Oh, I never wanted...never meant for this to...we can't."

She said that while lifting her head back so I could kiss more of her neck. I swept my hands all over her body. I moved her head around to kiss her mouth, our tongues met immediately. She gasped as I brought her hand to my shaft. It came natural for her to pump it. 

"Oh god," she moaned, "We can't fuck. You can't fuck me. Please don't fuck me."

She tried to keep hold of my erection as I pulled her body up onto mine, but I took her arms. A leg either side, her cunt was open and on target for my cock. I held her hips and lined her up. The tip of my penis hit her wetness. 

"No. This is too much. Let me suck it, please, I'll do good I promise."

I pushed half way into her vagina and she moaned. She was soaked.

"You bastard," she said, but then she finished it herself, pushing down on the rest of me. She groaned out loud as her cunt lips hit the base of my cock.

"Oh, this is so bad," she grunted as she slid up and down my hard-on, covering it in warmth and slime. I held her ass and thrust quickly in and out. "This is not good. This is not good at all. We shouldn't fuck. I'm serious."

But she didn't stop. The tighter I squeezed on her ass the faster her hips ground on my cock.

Mika started to give a strange high-pitched whine. "Oh shit."

"Huh, what...?"

"More. Can you do more?"

She groaned and screamed as I slammed her from below. Her eyes were jammed shut and her teeth were biting hard into her lips. I fucked her for what seemed like minutes. She lost it. Her hips spasmed, her head threw back and her throat opened. 3 rooms down would have heard her orgasm. I wanted so badly to join her but wasn't sure if she would get pregnant. She didn't look ready to answer sensible birth control questions, so I grit my teeth and held my sperm back. It was lucky I did. After she'd come down from her high she wasn't finished. She rolled me over on top of her and pulled at my shirt, getting me naked. Mika opened her legs and grabbed my ass, inviting me to give her more. I gave her more.

We fucked until noon, in all the best ways. I discovered her neck and her tits were her weak points, sucking her there turned the waterworks on between her legs. She wanted it as far in as it could go. Who knew she was like this, huh?

Not her, apparently.

"I'm not normally like this," she tried to explain as we both lay exhausted, her on me. My cock was still up her, still hard.

"Like what?"

"Like this."

"What? In bed with a stranger? With cock up your cunt?"

"Yes. That."

"I'm not a proper stranger though, we did sort of meet yesterday, we do work for the same company."

"Oh, god, don't remind me."

"Remind you of what?"

"How can I face them?"

"What do you mean?"

Mika didn't answer.  Instead she lifted her head to kiss me, running her breasts over my chest, slowly fucking.

"You like having cock in you?" I asked grinning.

"Apparently," she grinned back, repeatedly lifting up and down slowly.

"Why? Why do girls like cock?"

Mika closed her eyes and felt the penetration. "It feels good in there. I probably shouldn't say any more."

My curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

"A girl would do anything for a guy who can make her feel like this," she said looking into my eyes.

I smiled. Really? That could be interesting. But for Mika the thought of men fucking her jogged her thoughts of her boyfriend.

"Oh, god, I'm in so much trouble," Mika moaned as she dragged her vagina up and down me.

"Why? You worry too much."

"My boyfriend said this would happen. I can't believe it."

"Can't believe what? Said what would happen?"

"My boyfriend didn't want me to come on this trip. He said ski lodges were all about getting drunk and having sex, and that someone would try and get into my pants. I was so angry with him for not trusting me. And yet, here I am. I haven't even been here a whole day and I'm fucking some stranger."

"I'm not a stranger. Not a proper one."

"And I never had sex without a condom. Ever."

"Really? Wow... what do you think of it?"

Mika pumped her hips and stuck her tongue in my mouth. "I have to say, it's so much better. Unbelievable how good it can feel in there. It's like it's a new thing, like it's real sex."

"You don't worry about getting pregnant?" I tested the waters.

Mika just shook her head and kissed me, grinding herself on my cock, again sliding her tits along my chest. "You can do it in there if you want."

"Huh? I can cum in your cunt?"

"If you want...," she said, kissing me.

"You want my sperm inside your cunt? Are you sure?"

"If it feels better for you...to do it in there...you can. I don't mind."

This is how our bodies trick us into procreation. At the height of sex our hormones take over our common sense. If Mika was dressed, if she wasn't dizzy from cock, if she had no alcohol in her blood the last thing she would want is was a sudden pregnancy from some guy she just met. But here she was, asking me to drop a load in her. If I was closer to her age just the suggestion would have sent me over the edge, I have no doubt. But growing older sometimes does mean being smarter; you just don't believe it until you are actually older.

"Mika, I want to put my sperm in you," I admitted honestly. "But in your stomach."

Mika was confused for a moment. "How?" she asked, thinking I was somehow going to reach it from below.

"Through there," I smiled, touching her lips.

"Oh."

"Have you ever...?"

Mika shook her head. "Not with cum."

"You wanna try?" I asked her.

She nodded. What a great girl.

"You want to do it now?" Mika asked me.

It was my turn to nod. I was more than ready. Mika lifted her cunt from my cock and shuffled down over my body, pushing back the quilt. I opened my legs so she could nestle between them. Her long hair fell down over my crotch as she looked my cock over. I didn't say anything, but I wondered at how she felt about all her cunt juice covering me. It must have been on her mind too as she dabbed a couple of fingers on my shaft to test the stickiness. Bravely though she held and lifted my cock vertically. 

"So you had cock in your mouth before?" I asked, clarifying.

Mika nodded. 

"Hmm, but not, you know..." she tried to explain.

"Not had a guy cum in your mouth?"

"No."

"Well...just be sure you drink it. It's the height of rudeness to spit it out. Can you imagine me spitting your dribble away after kissing?"

"No," she laughed.

"Right. So if you're going to do it, do it properly," I half-joked.

Mika took the head into her mouth, screwing up her face at the taste of her own vagina. She said nothing, licking and sucking to get rid of the girl juice from me, as if eating the nasty vegetables on your plate first. I wondered if she'd ever drank her own fluid, I suspected it was the first time.

For a relative head-job rookie she did ok, pumping with one hand and sucking hard with her mouth. It didn't take long. I held the back of her head in case she thought of bailing but to her credit she didn't fight the sperm. I had a lot to give. I felt two big ones and then a pouring. Mika stopped pulling and bobbing, she stayed perfectly still as the semen went into her mouth. After the longest time she looked up at me and pointed, asking permission to let go. I nodded. She knelt, the stuff still in her mouth. My phone was on charge by the bed, I leaned over and took it.

"Open your mouth," I told her, opening the camera and flicking to video. I filmed her with the sperm on her tongue and clung to the roof of her mouth, then watching her face as she closed her mouth and swallowed. I mimed for her to open her mouth again and show it was gone. She did it with a self-satisfied smile.

"How's it taste?" I asked.

"Good," she said brightly.

"You like it, really?"

"Uh-huh," she smiled at the camera, playing to it.

"And your cunt juice, did you like that?"





Company Trips in Japan



"It's ooookay," she said, rolling her eyes. She dropped back to the bed, tits and cunt to the camera. She posed as I videoed up and down her body. 

"There we have it," I said for the background of the video. "The just-fucked, just-swallowed-sperm Mika Fukuda, naked and ready for the next guy."

Mika screamed and tried to take the phone. I kept it off her but stopped the video.

"Delete it," she said in her sweetest voice.

"I'll email to you first. What's your personal address?"

"I don't want that," she laughed.

"The first time you swallowed cum, on video? Yes you do. Maybe not today, but in 10 years' time it will be a great memory. Come on, what's your address?"

She swore, but she told me. I also put my own address on bcc. No point in me losing it either, right. After I sent it, I showed that I deleted it from the photo library and she was fine again.

"One photo, though," I demanded and she relented. She posed on her side with one leg in the air, her cunt looking like it had just been fucked. It was a fantastic photo, her face looked gorgeous. She would learn one day that it's okay to let boys take photos of your cunt and tits, but not in the same frame as your face. Oh well.

We rolled around kissing and squashing into each other again for a little while but the growling in the stomach became too strong. We needed to eat. 

"What's the choices?" she asked as I stood up off the bed and looked out the window. There were no buildings that looked close enough to walk to, it seemed like the hotel restaurant or nothing.

"Is there more than just that café here?" I asked.

Mika came off the bed and held herself to me from behind. It felt lovely. She reached around front and took my cock in hand. 

"Do we have to go out? Can't we just eat here?"

"You want to stay naked?"

I felt Mika nodding into my shoulder. Wow, who knew she was so sexual.

"Mika, what's your sex life like? Do you not get fucked enough?"

"I guess not. Can we do it again?"

I looked down, she had me half-hard already. How long after cumming can a guy reenter a woman and not get her pregnant? I ignored my own question and pulled Mika around in front of me. I stood her up against the window and ran my cock through her flaps until I was completely hard. I took her from behind. Her tits were squashing against freezing glass but she didn't complain, her energy was focused on the cock in her cunt. 

"Deeper," she whined. Fuck. What a fuck this girl was. I lifted her from the ground with my thrusts, was that enough? When I could feel her orgasm coming again I pulled her back and thrust open the balcony door, holding her in the doorway against the freezing air. Her tits immediately went hard and breath steamed from her mouth and nose. This time when she screamed her orgasm the whole valley could hear. I could see some people in windows with enough angle to see onto our balcony, she saw them too. But we didn't stop until she collapsed hands-on-knees in front of me, energy drained. I pulled her back from the cold and shut the door. I dropped us both back into bed and turned her toward me, pressing my body against her front to re-warm it. Shit her tits were cold, I almost jumped. I spent 5 minutes rubbing her and massaging warmth back into her body.

"Holy shit," she said after coming back to normal. "Brett..."

I think I know what she wanted to say. Spontaneous sexual acts are often the most explosive.

"Have you ever shown your body to people outside before?" I asked. Mika shook her head. "How do you feel about people watching you fuck?"

Mika reached up and kissed me, saying gently, "I can't believe you did that."

"Does it turn you on, people watching you taking cock?"

"I don't mind," she beamed up at me. 

"You wanna do it again?" I asked her. Mika shrugged her shoulders, but then nodded. 

"If you want. I don't mind."

"How?" I wondered out loud.

This time she just shrugged.

"Come on, let's get some lunch, I'm starving," I said.

We got out of bed but weren't sure what to wear. I didn't want her to have underwear and she was fine with that. Her jeans weren't very sexy, though. In the end I picked up her overcoat, it had a woolen lining. I put it directly onto her naked body.

"Warm enough?" I asked. 

"I guess," she nodded. "Though I'll need a scarf." Fair enough, the front came down a fair way and tied up with just a belt, any bare skin would be cold. I got dressed in jeans without my pants and put my own warm jacket over my bare chest in sympathy. 

"How come you get pants?" she teased. 

"Guys with bare legs is just not normal," I said and she could hardly disagree. We put on our shoes at the entrance and made our way out of the room, out to investigate our options. There was only one other restaurant apart from the coffee shop so we tried it. It was outrageously expensive of course, but they had us trapped.

"Can I take your coat, madam?" the guy at the door had asked. Mika had to explain not just yet, she was still a little cold from being out. Me too. At the table it did get hot, though. This wasn't a very good idea in hindsight.

"Give me your scarf," I suggested, "Maybe it will cool you down." Reluctantly she passed it over. The cleavage on the jacket was severe but for a while it did the job of releasing the heat of being in a woolly jacket. The lunch was 3 courses plus dessert, so they could charge more undoubtedly. After the first dish – a fantastic semi-sashimi salmon only touch-fried either side – both of us were sweating. We ordered a bottle of white wine

"Perhaps I'll go back and change?" she suggested.

I shook my head, then nodded at her front. "Undo it."

"No way, we'll get kicked out."

"The sides will hang forward, they won't be able to see."

"You think?"

"Try."

"But you'll be able to see."

"Do you mind?"

"No," she admitted. Mika looked around and when no one was paying attention she undid her belt and let the sides of her jacket drop. She used her napkin to fan her front.

"You've got great tits," I told her beaming.

"They're too small," she complained.

"More than a mouthful. And anyway, when you're older and they are still holding shape you will be more than happy."

Mika held her jacket closed with her hand when the second and third course came, but the bottle of wine we had finished made her less sensitive to who was looking. When the guy brought out little anko pancakes with ice-cream for dessert he got a view of why his guest didn't want to take off her coat. Mika had forgotten to cover up. It was only after the guy left and I mentioned how brave she was that she suddenly looked down and swore.

"Fuck, that was an accident, I swear."

"You really don't care who sees your tits huh?"

"I swear, I was never like this before."

I believed her. But sometimes when a button comes on, it doesn't turn off. On the way out of the restaurant we didn't do her belt back up, she just held the jacket with her hands. In the lift I swept it open and sucked her breast, outside the lift I carried the jacket for her. There were security cameras but she was too giddy to notice. Inside my room we didn't even get past the entrance, I fucked her from behind with our shoes still on. When I was about to lose it I pulled her off and spun her around. Mika knew what to do, her mouth dropped to my cock and semen mixed with cunt juice swirled around her mouth. She drank it all.

"You really like how it tastes?"

"I do," she said honestly. "Do all you guys taste the same?"

"I'll guess you'll have to find out," was all I could suggest. 

We crawled into bed and napped til three. I woke her by sucking her cunt then kissing her face, getting her more used to the taste of herself. My cock slid in easily, she was well opened up.

"You've made me loose," she complained.

"You worry your boyfriend will notice?" I suspected. 

She nodded. "If I go home stretched he will know for sure."

I had no reply. I didn't know what to do about that except stop fucking her, which didn't sound good.

"He won't like that you've been fucking behind his back?"

"What do you think? Especially when this is what he said would happen. I'm so stupid."

I thrust harder into her cunt. "You want to stop?"

"Don't you dare."

"Okay, but what's next? Is this our whole day? What are we going to tell people we did?"

"You want to do something?" Mika asked. "We've got 3 hours still until they're back."

"Almost," I corrected. Then I leaped out of bed. "I have an idea. Get up, put your jacket back on. Let's go down to that onsen."

"What's the point of that?" Mika moaned, "I'd rather be naked here."

"No, no. That's the point. Okada said there was a mixed bath at the back of the place."

"Oh, not that. We don't even know if that was just a joke. I didn't see any signs or anything saying anything about a mixed bath."

"Well, so what? We check it out. If not, we get in and out, come back here and fuck for the final hour?"

"Ooh, can we go to my room instead?" Mika brightened up.

"Yeah, I guess, why? Aren't you worried about your roommates?"

"They won't be back. And it will be fun knowing they are sleeping in a bed we fucked in, don't you think?"

"Well, okay, whatever, you're a bit weird, but sure, fine. Let's check out the bath though, hey?"

I got Mika reluctantly out of bed and back into her woolly coat. "Don't you think I'll be cold outside in just this?"

"It's not far. And given how hot you were at lunch, it seems like a powerful coat."

We set off down the road. The freezing air was skipping up between her legs but bearably. We were at the onsen in less than 10 minutes.

"Okay, we go in our own side, then make our way down back, see if the bath is really there. If not, meet back here in 15 minutes? Is that enough time?"

"20 would be better, we still need to wash before going out to the baths."

"Alright, say...back here by 4 if there is no mixed bath?"

"Okay."

We paid 700 yen each and were given a tiny little hand-towel to go in with. I'd packed us each a proper-size bath-towel from my hotel room to dry off after, but forgot to give one to Mika before she went into the ladies side. I stripped and showered quickly, I wanted to know whether that bath really was there. Walking outside into the snow naked is an amazing experience in daylight. There are wooden slats to prevent slipping and completely freezing your feet, but you wouldn't want to be walking out there for too long. I went as fast as I could past the two outdoor men's baths and onto the path round the hill. There were a few men bathing but no one seemed to take too much notice of my white butt rushing along the path. 

As I shivered further around the hill I prayed there was actually a bath. Just how far should I go before turning back? Luckily I saw the roof of a hut and steam rising, it had to be it. There were two guys already in the bath and they were smirking when they saw the frozen naked foreigner almost dive into the water. Shit, that hurt. Freezing cold to boiling hot. Not good, but better in than out.

Given there were two guys there, I had no idea if it really was a mixed bath or not. There was no sign that I could recognize and I was too embarrassed to ask. And given how long it took Mika to appear I began to think maybe only the men had access to this spring. Shit, if it was 4 already she may be waiting outside for me. I was just about to leave when I saw a head bobbing in the distance. The path from the women's side was straight to the bath. When she was close enough we all three could see her clearly. She had the little towel at her chest but her bush was plain as day. When Mika saw 3 heads in the distance she stopped until she saw me waving 'over here'.

Clearly she was nervous about showing her body to these strangers, but she prodded her way up. Those guys didn't mind staring. I'm sure it's not often these places get recent graduates pop over with their cunt on show, especially given Mika was outrageously sexy with her clothes off.

"Here, come in," I invited her and slowly she made her way down the steps, holding her arms out for balance showing us three her whole front naked. I guessed those guys were hard, I was. "You found it!"

"Only just, I almost turned back, it's so far. I'm freezing."

"Here, come close," I pulled at her body wrapping my arms around her. We stayed like that for a period, until she had warmed up. When she was more comfortable I spun her around and cupped her tits with my hands just below the water level. She reached around to hold the hard-on she could feel stuck in her back. 

"Those guys are watching you," I whispered. "They're right there."

Mika reached her head back and around and kissed me. I guessed that meant she was okay with it. I lifted her to my lap, pushing her breasts above the water, letting those guys watch me squeezing them.

"Oh, my god," she moaned. I lifted her further to get my cock under her pelvis, when I lowered her it was carving into her pussy. Those two guys did a funny thing. Rather than feel embarrassed or watch from a distance they actually came closer. They came right in so they could see her hips under the water lifting and dropping on my lap, could see the ice forming on her tits. They were grunting their approval, 'ii-na, sugoi, subarashii' and all that.

As the cock took her mind away Mika didn't object when one of those guy's hands replaced mine on her tits. They took one each, fondling her then coming in to suck on her nipples. 

"Brett, this is not good, seriously," she moaned, but didn't do anything to stop it. Instead her hands went to the back of their heads as each did what they could to get all of her tit in their mouth. The hickeys they left doing it would probably have her in all sorts of trouble at home.

When she really found herself in trouble was when one of the guys went up and started kissing her lips. She lost herself, tonguing him while the other sucked her tit and my cock fucked her. When the guy kissing her lifted her off me and carried her over to his own lap she followed. When his cock slid straight up her all she did was groan. Unlike me, that guy didn't hold back unloading his cum in her cunt, he lost it within minutes. Her head in a spin, Mika allowed herself onto the lap of the second guy. He lasted longer but I sat back and grimaced at the trouble she was getting herself in. Not only did the second guy cum in her, she let him suck bigger and deeper bruises onto her tits as he fucked her.  When he passed Mika back to me her cunt was leaking sperm and her breasts were like damaged peaches.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She didn't respond, she simply leaned her back into my body with a glow. I pulled her up onto my lap and pulled her thighs open. The water was so clear. I'd never seen semen underwater before, it was not what I expected. It stuck together in streams as it slowly drifted out from her cunt. Those two men both stood and bowed, saying thank you a number of times in English and in Japanese before walking their chubby butts back around the hill and gone.

"Wow," I said to Mika, trying to get a sense of how she felt. She turned and sat on my lap, kissing me. She reached between us and took my cock, pulling it in line with her pussy. I didn't feel good about pushing up into other guys' cum, I'd never done that before. But I'd also never turned down a fuck. Mika wrapped her vaginal walls around my shaft.

"You're the most amazing woman I've ever seen" I said. Still she said nothing, content to drag her body up and down my cock. It was the strangest moment I could remember. Above the water was so cold, yet in the water I was burning up. I shuffled us over to the steps. Mika's body was so small, so lithe. When she fucked it was like she was pulsing and flowing like a dolphin might move through water. It wasn't just her cunt and her hips, it was like she was fucking with her whole body. And it was so fucking cold out. Her nipples were like stones. We alternated in and out of the water while we did it; it was a crazy crazy thing.

Two more groups of guys hurried around the path to the bath in a way that made me suspect they'd been told there was a young woman in the mixed onsen. There were six of them but none was brave enough to come close enough to touch so Mika didn't fuck any of them – just me. We gave them a hell of a show, I must say. I saw one of them blow his own load watching. How yucky it was to be bathing in all this.

In the end I still couldn't bring myself to cum in Mika like those two Japanese guys had. If she was going to have a baby, better it was all Japanese so there was no trouble for me. As much as I hated to stop, eventually I got sore. We both drifted around the bath relaxing afterward, Mika holding audience, letting the guys stare at her. They tried asking her questions but she didn't answer any of them. After a while they began to suspect she wasn't a Japanese person or Japanese-speaker given she was with me, so they started to say things about her in Japanese to each other. Some not very nice things. To her credit Mika ignored them.

Eventually we needed to go, I was pickling. I needed to give Mika her towel so she followed me around through the mens' baths to get it. No one was complaining, who would? A gorgeous young thing walking along slowly showing her body to anyone interested, she was welcomed at each point. Mika followed me into the change-rooms. I gave her the towel which she wrapped around herself, dashing out of the mens' front door and back into the womens' across the foyer. She said on the walk home that she got some confused looks out there but she was back in the right side so quickly that no one acted.

"Worse," she continued, "is the way those woman in the change-rooms looked at all these marks on my tits, like I was some kind of prostitute. It hardly helped that I put this coat on with no clothes under".

She shuddered and shook her head.

"Don't worry, you're a long way from home," I assured her.

"Thank god,"

"Pretty amazing watching you fuck those guys, though. Just like that, you were on their cocks."

"You're not upset with me?" she looked at me sideways, perhaps worried.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not the one who has any say in who you fuck."

We walked in silence for a minute.

"I guess they must have been pretty surprised," she suddenly giggled. "Some girl suddenly fucks them in an onsen."

"Will be the highlight of their life," I said, believing it to be true. Neither would forget it. Either would I. "Which one felt better?"

"You, of course," she smiled at me.

"Yeah, right!"

It was almost 5:30 when we got back. There really wasn't time for a proper session in her room like she wanted, and all her clothes were in my room anyway. We had a super quick one on the sofa to christen it and for Mika to give me one last release, in her mouth again. I loved the way she swallowed so naturally, and the way she didn't care if her own cunt juice was there. Boys she dated in future would love her for it. I was sorry to see her putting her clothes back on, but she left her underwear behind. 

"I can get it later," she smiled.

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

"Huh? Tomorrow? Come on, spend the night with me. Don't you want to sleep naked in my bed?"

"I can't. I'm sharing a room remember. I can't be out at night."

"Who are you in with?" I asked, wondering if I could perhaps speak with them, see if they would be cool for Mika to discretely disappear at nights.

"Ohta and Higashi," she said pulling her shoes on. Fuck. Surely not. My two target honeys. No fucking way. She was in with them? I had no chance getting her out for the night. "So what are we going to tell everyone we did all day?"

"Umm...I don't know." I pulled her in for a kiss, the kiss of two people who had carnal knowledge of each other, two people who had permission to feel each other up in any way they wanted, who had no boundaries left. I pushed into her pants and got my fingers wet. She moaned in appreciation. I said, "Tell them we played cards til lunch, ate together then went back to our own separate rooms for the afternoon, where I had a few whiskies and a nap."