The toroko is, for the want of a proficient version, a senior high class bath theater which cleans, massages relaxes the integral body and I do mean each and every authoritative muscle. This is not the type of massage parlor that you find in American cities, nor is it a"whore house."I have always maintained that entered into with the proper attitude with a simpatico hostess it becomes almost a apparitional experience. An experience I looked partook of two to four prison term each month for over ten years.

I discovered my favorite toroko when I was taken as a guest by a local businessman that I assisted in getting a United States of America government activity contract on Kadena Air base. The toroko sits on the slope of a small mountain overlooking the eastern United States China Sea on the Japanese island of Okinawa. It was a beautiful stage setting, gardens and a traditional mode building, and upon entering we were welcomed by the mamasan, removed our place and replaced them with plastic bath slippers. We then proceeded into the bar expanse which was decorated much like a small English language pub with both a bar and also a few living region type mise en scene with liquid malarky quietly playing on the record player. This created a very decompress atmosphere and removed us from the stresses of our daily aliveness.

While enjoying our deglutition, mine Orion beer, my friend Rebel pedestrian Black, we were introduced to a half dozen beautiful Thomas Young ladies that poured our drinks, fed us finger's breadth intellectual nourishment, and flirted. Each was dressed in a happi coat ( These are usually decorated in bright, bluff coloring material and have the name of the establishment on them. They are the dash frequently worn by sushi chefs in America ) with bare legs. There was no horse sense of urgency and we could have sat there for hours, but after just forty min, I was totally smitten with Mariko. She was just twenty year old and in her second school at Ryukyu University hoping to suit a nurse. It seems that many of the girls working at torokos are college bookman earning their tuition and bread and butter disbursal. Since English is the world's medical checkup oral communication, Mariko was studying it, and we had fun laughing and flirting between her break dance English and my pitiable Nipponese.

Once I indicated that I was finished crapulence, Mariko gently pulled up by the hand, bowed good-bye to my friend, and led me down the hall to our common soldier room. The elbow room itself was quite nicely done. It was on two floor, the upper berth which had a carpet floor, low massage table, and a wall locker. I could see the lower section had a tile storey with a drain in the nerve centre, a steam cabinet, and a bathtub tub. This being my first sojourn, I didn't know what was the objurgate matter to do so I just stood there. It turned out that that was exactly right. Mariko had me ill-use out of my carpet slipper and then she calmly unbuttoned my shirt and hung it in the locker. The look of her fingertips gently touching my shoulders and arms sent shock path through my eubstance. She then kneeled down and unbuckled my bash and removed my trouser. I felt a somewhat unenviable since my dick was at this point not nearly as calm and cool as she was. I wasn't quite fully erect to my 7"length yet but I was growing a skillful chubby. After folding and hanging up my bloomers she came back and once again assumed the kneeling position. She placed my hands on her shoulders so I could balance while she removed my socks and then she put her hands on the elastic of my short and started slowly pulling them down. I learned later that she had never seen an American hammer before and didn't realize how much bigger they are than the average Nipponese dick. Once it cleared the rubber band circle that was holding it down, it sprung up and bounced off the tip of her nozzle. Mariko let out a giggle of surprise covering her mouth with both deal and I have to say I thought her little slant eyes turned almost completely round.

After folding my air sock and shorts and putting them away, she took me by the hand and led me to the white steam cabinet. She sat me down, closed the cabinet door, and set the temperature to baste. While I was steaming, she started filling the tub with piss and once that was underway, she went back to the storage locker and removed her happi coat I was pleasantly pleased to see she hadn't been wearing a bra. Wearing aught a duad of tenuous, ashen, cotton pantie she came back down, checked the bath water and placed a poise wash cloth on my forehead. phonograph needle to say, I took this opportunity to ogle her. She was about 5'2 ”, maybe 95 Egyptian pound and, I would guess, her tit were about a size ‘ A ’. Through her slim down panties, I would see the hint of a shadow caused by a small George H.W. Bush.

Mariko then took an air mattress that I hadn't noticed leaning against the wall, laid it on the floor, and took a plastic bucket of water from the tub and poured it over it. Having decided that I had cooked enough, she opened the cabinet, led me to the mattress and motioned for me lay face down on it. She then took a bar of liquid ecstasy, dipped it into another bucketful of water and built up a nice fret in her men. She then knelt down straddling me and started kneading and cleaning my torso. She, of course of instruction, started with my neck, berm and arms, then my back and my shank. While doing this, she was stretching and moving and I could sense her panty and pussy riding and sliding against my ass. Once her custody reached my ass, she slid down further and tantalize one of my legs while lathering her hands. She started with the hips and cheeks working her way inward. She then took her soap covered deal and started scrubbing the crack itself including my rosebud, went about a knuckle deep, nudged my legs a minuscule further apart, and scrubbed my taint and bollock. She then reversed her self and while straddling my shank, now looking towards by feet, started scrubbing each of them in turn. Because she had to load so far to reach my calves and foundation, I now not only had her pussy rubbing against me but also her knocker against the back of my second joint. Once finished, she asked me to change by reversal over.

I was now a tad embarrassed because I had a raging hard on, an actual diamond ship's boat. She again straddled me sitting right on my tool with her pantie covered pussy. Again soaping on my neck, articulatio humeri, arms and dresser and then down to my tum. This presented a humble problem since my dick was lying across it and, of track, she was sitting on it. She solved the issue by sliding down one of my second joint and then with her work force very soapy, she grasped my shaft with one hand, peeled it back ( I'm uncircumcised ), and slowly stroked it up and down and all around. While doing this she looked very closely with tiresome breather and dazed, slightly out of focus eyes. It was like she never saw one that size before and was memorizing every vein, inch and color. This was the most dumbfound affair I have every felt. She actually did a full job jacking me than I can do on myself. You know how American adult female jerk their hand back and forth ; let face up it, its called jolt off for a reason. The motion of her bridge player as if she had ball aim in her wrist. It reminded me of the steering wheel of a locomotive engine railway locomotive. If you every tone at the shaft attached to the wheels it doesn't jerk back and Forth, it flows at the end in a round motion and that is what her hand did, it never stopped at the end of a virgule. It was continuous motion. I really wanted to come right there and then because I couldn't imagine anything being better but I held back just in slip, hoping I wouldn't regret it later. I also wanted to touch her white meat but again held back because I didn't know what the proper etiquette was. I was afraid that it was like a lot of gentlemen's society in the USA where, while getting a lap dancing, they can match you but you can't concern them and if you do, the dance is over and you are out. I never wanted this to be over. She then did a hell of a job on my ballock again, reached through and slid her hand up my ass crack. I also felt she was riding my thighs and calfskin much more than she had to. Of grade, she once again spun around, pressed against my dick, and started soaping my thighs, calves and animal foot. I laid there staring at her precious little bottom which was easy to do since her wet panty were nearly totally gauze-like and the material had ridden into her zany revealing a hone camel toe.

She then stood up, grabbed the charge plate pail, filled it with piss from the tub, and poured it across me. My ass god, it was so hot. In my full life history I have never, ever intentionally put water that hot on me. I quickly sat up, making a low thigh-slapper together with some parole that I am sure they didn't Edward Teach in her English family. She frowned, and poured a pail on herself, laughed, shook her head, and dumped three more on me. This time I was able to man up and didn't totally embarrass myself. She then took me to the tub and motioned for me to get inside. OMFG. Feeling that I had to watch over the local custom and didn't want to face like a gross pussy, I very slowly eased into it. Needless to say, I didn't motility at all once in it because move made it feel even hotter. Kneeling next to the tub she alternated between rubbing a wash fabric in a circular motion against my chest and waist and stroking my gumshoe. After she toweled herself off, she motioned for me to get out and I found I just couldn't do it. The heat relaxed my muscles so much that I was ineffective to lift myself. She took both of my workforce and helped pluck me up and out and made sure I kept my balance. Then taking a towel, she wiped me dry and led me to the massage table.

In America, massage board are about 36"high off the floor, in Japan, they are about 22"high. Mariko asked me to lie on my stomach and then started walking on my back balancing with one hired man against the bulwark. I wouldn't recommend this with a 150 plus pound woman, but these small, diminutive Asians are exactly the right on free weight. They can do an unbelievable and thorough deep tissue massage using their toes and blackguard plus the balls of their human foot. She only got down and used her men to massage my scalp, fingerbreadth and toes. She then motioned for me to turn over.

Now she just started massaging me with her hands and crude only, no more walking ; my neck opening, shoulders, arms, and abs with her breasts frequently"accidentally"brushing against my versatile body share. Next she massaged my thigh, calves and feet. Now the sole thing left was the good stuff and god was I ever prepare. She made a motion towards my prick, smiled and asked me"this too ?"I nearly broke my neck nodding yes, yes, and yes. She said"chottomatte kudasai"which means"please wait a bit,"put her coating back on and left the room. I didn't know if I should play with myself or what because my rooster had never been swollen big and felt like it was about to irrupt. If I didn't get it taken fear of, I was going to feature a major case of blue balls tomorrow.

After an eternity of five minutes, Mariko returned with a tray holding a tea pot, a cup, and a bowl. I thought"It can't be finished"like in U.S.A. when they give you a bottle of water system on your way out after a massage. She poured a cup of tea, gently sipped some into her backtalk, smiled at me, and quickly bent-grass over and sucked the read/write head of my tool into that beautiful back talk. Jesus, Joseph, and The Virgin when my cock went into that one hundred and fifty degree mouth, it was the most wonderful intuitive feeling of my spirit. You know how warm it feels to put your cock in some cleaning lady's pussy which is probably no more than five academic degree warmer than you ? Increase that feeling another forty or l degrees. The first time she did it she could only get about three column inch in her backtalk and bobbed her headway up and down five or six time. Because the tea cools quickly, she quietly spits it into the bowl, takes another sip and starts all over again. After several sips, bobsleigh, and spits, my hired hand crept down and genteelly caressed her buttock over her panty. She doesn't break off me but positioning her hips to give me unspoiled access while she is still capable to sustain taking care of business. I slipped my hand under the elastic band of her panty leg and gently caressed her pussy lips. I was please to find that my fingers became wet just from touching the outside of the backtalk and started to rub where I figured her clitoris must be. I worked one finger into her tight love box and began stroking in and out. Once I curled it and started rubbing her G spot, she responded by getting more fast-growing and sucked harder and faster. I felt my bollock reaching the point of no return and told her"I'm going to cum,"but she didn't even slow down. I exploded shooting four or five heavily roofy into her sass but there wasn't room in there with my prick, the tea, and more than cum than I've ever shot before so it started dripping down between her lips and my shaft. recognition to her, she did not hit her mouth until I was completely done and then she gently, quietly spit into the bowl.

When she finished, Mariko turned and looked pleasingly surprised that I was still surd and gave me a shy smile. She rinsed her mouth with tea, lay across me, and started giving me gentle butterfly stroke kisses. The gentleness didn't in conclusion long as I grabbed her by the back of her head and put my tongue as deep in her mouth that I could. She quickly responded grinding her pelvic arch against my hard shaft of light and dry humping me. When she could apparently bear it no more, she sat up, pulled aside the fork of her panties, and slowly inserted me into her vagina. Apparently American language dick are a lot thick than their Japanese vis-a-vis as well as farseeing. At first it was only the headspring and she needed to stop to trip up her breath, but then she slowly eased herself down inch, interruption, by column inch, until I was balls bass in her. She then went from kneeling over me to placing her feet 2-dimensional on the tabular array in a diddlysquat and started going up and down, with her hands prostrate on my chest to balance, in what is now called"Asian"style. Fortunately I had already finished once so I knew I would utmost a while this prison term. She kept rising up and slowly down and making placid, mew noises. I could feel her tight hot pussy not wanting to let my dick go and each time she came up, I could see her pussy back talk stretching downward. One nice thing about screwing a girl that small ; it makes your tool tone gigantic. Sweat beads were forming on her aspect and I opened her happi pelage, reached up, rubbed her sodding short breast with the ribbon of my rough karate hardened script, and then pulled and twisted her surd pink nipples that were jutting out about a half in. The twisting and pulling were the keys and she continued faster and harder until her center closed and she started groaning with her orgasm. The feel of that soaked pussy and warm succus sent me over the edge and I had my second nut of the evening. She collapsed on me and just laid there shaking and gasping for air and I wasn't in any better condition look as if I had just completed a twenty kilometer run. After she calmed down, she rose off of me and when my softened dick popped out, I was drenched in hers and my cum dripping from her pussy. She cleaned the mess with hot washing cloths and assisted me in getting dressed giving my shaft one more quick suck as she pulled up my underdrawers.

We walked together out to the bar and my friend was still waiting with a big grinning on his face and he asked me"What took you so long ; I came out 30 minutes ago ?"I could separate the former missy were teasing her over the total of sentence she spent because of her red face, bowed head, and belittled smile. As we were leaving Mariko escorted us to the door, helped us with our horseshoe, bowed, and said she wished that we would come back. Later my acquaintance told me that the former girls said that I was indeed the first American Mariko had ever been with as American client are very rarefied at that toroko. I knew that Mariko would see this particular American cock many more time in the future and thanked my acquaintance for such a wonderful endowment .