(Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.)
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In my last year of high school, my dad was called to a foreign service assignment to Japan for three months and it was decided that I would come along with him and my mom, because for one, it would be too difficult to organize everything for me in their absence, and also, it would be a great experience" for me, as they put it, to experience a different culture for a period of time.
I reluctantly went along, after all, what was my alternative, and knew I would miss my friends, American TV and food, and probably many other things there, as well. A high school in central Tokyo was selected for me to attend since it had a good reputation. I heard that it used to be a girls-only school but was now co-ed. However, the vast majority of students were still female at that time, because of the tradition of this school.
That was the first time, something sounded at least a bit interesting, aside from the sushi of course which I looked forward to, as well. From what I had seen and experienced so far, Asian girls were sexy and hot, for the most part, and the few Japanese girls I had known, were particularly attractive and cute. I still was a virgin then, so I could not speak of much "deeper" experiences with Asian women, but I did enjoy the occasional Asian porn and masturbated watching these hot bitches with their cute white faces, almond eyes and dark hair being fucked hard by other Asians or sometimes White guys.
Despite of all my efforts and those of my parents, I arrived with very little ability to speak or understand Japanese, not to mention of course reading or writing where they use a whole set of different alphabets and characters. But those four or five weeks I had before departure were way too short for such a steep assignment anyways. It's good that I found out soon though that most of my classmates were able to communicate in English quite well, with a heavy accent of course, but overall understandable, and over time the mutual understanding improved. I even learned a bit of useful Japanese over the course of my time there, despite my low ambitions.
Sitting in classes was a veritable torture for me though because of course everything was going on in Japanese and I couldn't follow pretty much anything that was presented by the teachers or talked about in class. And English class? Oh well, just suffice to say I discontinued to attend after two weeks, too frustrating.
So instead of paying attention to the content of the classes (which was virtually impossible for me anyways) I either looked out of the window, listened to my iPod, scribbled some notes on my laptop, or -- well, observed my female classmates...
No surprise, we all had to wear school uniform. The girls wore light blue blouses and a dark blue skirt that had to go below the knee (even though some girls clearly violated that policy and were occasionally admonished about it). They further had to wear black dress shoes with little or no heel (that, too, was occasionally not followed by some). As a color contrast, they ha to wear white socks, more like stockings actually, that usually went over their knees, so that no skin of their legs was exposed. When I looked more closely, however, I noticed that some girls wore tights rather than socks or stockings or overknee nylons. Of course, there was this secret competition who could look the sexiest with all the restrictions of the uniform.
Although neither make-up nor jewelry were allowed, many girls put them on anyways, sometimes in a very "hidden" way, so they wouldn't get reprimanded by the teachers. I spotted several girls wearing barely visible lipstick or eye shades in my class, others had earrings that were usually covered by their hair but could be seen if they played with their hair and put it towards the back. All of this was "catch me if you can", and I was pretty sure that many teachers resigned over this fight and had become more tolerant than they had to be. The only allowed variations in the dress code was to wear either long- or short-sleeved blouses, depending on the season, and also to wear an optional blue sweater over the blouse in winter time. The boys wore essentially the same, except of course pants instead of skirts and black instead of white socks. The interesting thing for me was also that even the teachers had to follow the same dress code in this school.
So in my long hours of observing my female classmates, I figured out many things about them, not just what they wore in addition or in a variance of the standard dress code, but also how pretty they were, their faces, eyes, lips, hair, legs... and how attractively they were built in terms of their waist, butts and breasts (as far as I could guess). I'm pretty sure that all of them wore a bra underneath their blouse from the way it looked when they walked around. Sometimes, a girl would step out of her shoes for a little bit and I got a wonderful look of her small Asian feet in white stockings, or occasional white tights.
Often times I got pretty aroused by doing these silent surveys of my female Asian peers and since it wouldn't have made a nice picture to masturbate right there in class, I excused myself and went to the bathroom to jerk off, still with all these images of young and cute Asian teen girls in my head.
Seika was, in my opinion, by far the prettiest girl in my class. I was fortunate to sit right next to her and so could not only admire her beautiful body, long dark hair, and ivory skin, but also smell the scent of her young, girly fragrances that she loved to wear and which made me even hotter still. Occasionally I managed to "accidentally" touch her or bump into her and just the closeness of her person in class was a tremendously fabulous experience for me.
After several weeks, I decided to take the next step. It was not enough for me any more just to observe the girls in class or during break time, I wanted to see more and find out more about them.
My plan was fairly simple. They were already used to me going to the bathroom during class on a fairly regular basis -- except that now I would go to the ladies' room instead and also would bring a little mirror and my cell phone that had a built-in camera. I am quite talented in practical matters, so I could easily set up the mirror and camera on top of a separating wall and just wait for the next break and the girls coming into the stall next to me. Since both the mirror and the cell phone were small and black and very high up on the wall, I figured that it would be extremely unlikely that anyone would notice these devices unsuspectingly. Of course, I had to make sure not to get caught entering or leaving the girls' bathroom but I always used maximum caution and never was exposed.
As soon as a girl entered the neighboring stall and closed the door, I would start my observations through the mirror and then would record the best scenes with the cell phone camera for later viewing. The first couple of times I was so nervous about the whole thing that I wasn't really able to enjoy it. But after a while, I totally got into it and savored every experience.
