"Oh, Damon-same, I am so...how do you say it...ah, exhausted...from our pillowing. As a married woman, I should not feel such happiness and contentment in the arms of a man who is not my husband. I have become so shameless...but when you touch me, kiss me, and make love to me, I cannot help but yearn for more. Alas, what has happened to me in the confines of this love hotel?"
Such was the rhetorical remorse of the pretty Japanese wife of the absent-minded librarian who worked for me. Using her husband's personal and professional well-being as leverage, I had manipulated and seduced his dutiful buxom wife into becoming my willing mistress who once given a "good fucking" by a real man, craved the sexual fulfillment long denied to her by her neglectful and self-centered husband. Kiyomi quickly became utterly addicted to my 'gaijin' (Western) cock and the fantasies and perversities that came with it.
"Hush, Kiyomi-chan. Do not berate yourself for yielding to the yearnings of your own luscious body. You are young and your carnal desires have reached the point where you can no longer deny them. Here in this love hotel where our identities are unknown to others, you are free to be and do whatever you wish. I am blessed with being the catalyst in the release of your inner-most erotic needs...something you should just accept."
"Hai, Damon-sama. I am grateful for your tutelage in the world of pillowing. Despite my foolish worrying, I appreciate for your understanding and patience, Damon-sama. And to think that before you and my regrettably disappointing husband, I was ignorant in the ways of a man and his woman."
"That is not quite true, Kiyomi-chan. You have shared with me that before your marriage to Ichiro, you had 'encounters' with the chikan on a crowded train. Those anonymous men molested you daily and despite the circumstances, you found your young body responding to their molestation. Is this not correct, Kiyomi-chan?"
My Japanese lover dropped her head and after a moment's pause contritely uttered, "Hai, Damon-sama, you are correct. It was a period of my young adulthood that I have tried to forget. At the time, I blamed myself greatly for drawing such unwanted attention. My disgrace at being molested almost daily was increased by knowing that those around me who knew what was happening to me but did nothing - and more so of how my very own bodily responded. I experienced bodily sensations that I never knew existed and began to wonder if I was truly the 'yariman' (slut) as the chikan had called me."
Tears swelled in her eyes as she remembered being sexually assaulted on the crowded commuter train. I lifted her chin and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her sensually until she responded and sighed contently. Yet, not wanting to let Kiyomi immerse herself in erotic satisfaction to forget, I urge Kiyomi to continue her disclosure of her sexual past.
"Hmmm, I seem to also recall, Kiyomi-chan, that during our last rendezvous in this love hotel, you mentioned briefly of the practice 'enjo-kōsai,' or 'enkō' as it is commonly referred to. This is when Japanese schoolgirls are given money or luxury gifts for spending time with older men. To my surprise, you defended enkō as a time-honored custom between older men and younger women, and that it was not prostitution. It was only after being questioned by me that you finally admitted to having participated in 'enkō.'"
My mistress tried not to squirm and betray her uneasiness but failed miserably. Being totally nude, the best thing that she could do was to slightly turn her face from me as to avoid what she knew was coming next. "Look at me, Kiyomi-chan. I have not insisted that you explain more and have instead, waited for you to share this aspect of your younger life. However, my patience has worn thin. Tell me of your enjo-kōsai experiences, Kiyomi-chan."
With downcast eyes, Kiyomi nodded before murmuring contritely, "Hai, Damon-sama, 'Honto ni gomen ne (I very am sorry).' I have been...willful...with the hope that you would not remember what I had admitted earlier. It was a period of great uncertainty and conflict, and one that I do not wish to remember. My daily chikan encounters' left me feeling...violated...humiliated...and doubting myself.
"I was eighteen when molested on the train and had never known a man or boy while attending an all-girl school. I had no one to whom I could tell of my ordeals. If I shared my encounters with schoolmates, the entire school would eventually come to know what happened to me and then most certainly would my family.
"My family would not have understood and would have said that I was to blame for attracting such unwelcome attention. They would claim that I had brought great loss of face upon them, and would not have considered that I was helpless once surrounded by the chikan. I became...how do you say it...ah, despondent...especially when I began believing that I was at fault.
"Then one afternoon after school, I had decided to go to the downtown shopping area to get my mind off my worries. However, I was caught in a sudden downpour without an umbrella or coat. The rain was so heavy that even though I held my books over my head, I quickly became drenched in my school uniform.
"With nowhere to go to escape the rain, I was about to cry when I heard, 'Watashi no ikigomi o yurushimasu' (please excuse my forwardness) as a bamboo-and- lacquered-paper umbrella bloomed open over my head. When I turned, there was an elderly gentleman who stepped closely next to me.
"I was shocked at first but quickly recovered to mumble 'Domo arigatou gozaimasu' (thank you very much) as I bowed to him in gratitude. I can remember him smiling at me but in a way that made me shiver, but at the time I thought it was due to being cold and wet. He was dressed in a yukata (a light summer kimono) with wooden geta (wooden elevated Japanese slippers/footwear), and was what one would expect of a friendly old man.
"'Don't be afraid,' I recalled him saying, 'Forgive me if I startled you. I'm just a harmless old man who happened to see a lovely young lady getting soaked in the rain.' He grinned in a kindly way but his eyes were not looking at mine but elsewhere. I gasped when I realized that he was staring at my wet blouse that clung to my bra-covered breasts. I blushed vividly when I saw that my large nipples had hardened to make sizeable bumps in the thin soaked material.
"Using my books to cover my breasts, I immediately apologized for my improper appearance and introduced myself. However, when I sought to obtain his name, but he casually said, 'I have long since been retired and have no need for formal names. If it pleases you, will you simply call me 'Ojisan' (uncle)?' While I was mildly surprised at his refusal and that he had asked my permission, I nodded and agreed since he personified what I thought an uncle should be.
"I was shivering when Ojisan said, 'Come, little one, let us have a hot bowl of ramen (noodles in a hot broth). It will not dry you, but it will at least warm you from the inside out.' When I meekly sought to refuse, mentioning that I had little money and did not wish to impose upon him, he chuckled and then said it must be hard to be in the shopping area. Before I could say anything, Ojisan added, 'Not to worry, I will treat you. Please allow me, neh?"
"When I tried to politely decline, Ojisan said in a friendly manner, 'Iya, iya, iya (No, no, no), and don't even think of paying or owing me anything. If anything, think of it as my payment to you, a lovely young woman, for spending time with an old lonely man. Come, come, come, I won't do anything impolite or improper in a public place as that ramen shop across the way. 'Douzo' (please go ahead),' Ojisan said with a pleasant smile as he ushered me through the parted the door curtains 'Come, let me treat you for your company and time.'
"At the time, any thought of 'enjo-kōsai' did not occur to me. All I knew was cold and wet, the ramen was hot and delicious, and Ojisan was delightfully disarming and pleasant. He had a way about him that by the time I finished my bowl of ramen, I had unintentionally let my ordeal with the chikan on the train slip from my lips.
"I remember cringing as I expected Ojisan to blame me for the episodes with stinging comments of my unvirtuous behavior. Yet, to my complete amazement, he was very understanding and compassionate - something that I would not have expected from one of his generation. I felt myself warming to this kindly old man who not only supported and comforted me, but openly shared of his life - his marriage, the loss of his wife, and the subsequent loneliness that followed.
"The rain had stopped, and I remember saying that I must be going so as not to cause my family undue alarm. Bowing deferentially to Ojisan outside of the ramen shop. I told him that I was in debt to him and didn't know how to repay his unexpected kindness"
"'Ho, that is easy, Kiyomi-chan,' Ojisan quickly replied, 'if you are willing to keep company with this lonely old man. Perhaps one day when the weather is better, you might agree to walk with me. I enjoy talking with you and you would brighten a lonely old man's life. I would like to hear what had happened in your day and allow me to share the same with you. I seldom talk with people...and the silence can be deafening. It would give me much esteem and pleasure for an old man like me to be seen in the company of such a lovely young woman such as yourself.'
"When I hesitated, Ojisan was quick to discern my discomfort and said, 'Of course, if you do not wish to, then I would be pleased if you could every once in a while, simply smile and nod when you pass me by.'
"I immediately felt embarrassed for seeming to be so ungrateful for his previous kindness and humbled my unintended slight to his small and seemingly harmless request of me. Before I knew it, I found myself saying, "No, no, you misunderstand. It would be my pleasure to spend a late afternoon with you, Ojisan. Shall we say the same time and place tomorrow?"
"'Oh, Kiyomi-chan, you do know how to delight this old man's heart. Yes, let us meet here tomorrow right after your school on the corner where we first met. Until then...' I gasped as my senior bowed low to me especially in public, and was quick to return his bow with an even lower one. This brought a wide smile of Ojisan's face. 'Remember now, anyone should inquire about us, you are to say that I'm your Ojisan. That's all others need to know about our relationship. Agreed?'
