This story is based on real people. It's part true recollection and part fantasy.
I'm pedaling down the mountain road toward Justine's place, but my mind keeps going back, over and over, to the scene the previous weekend: I had invited Justine and her hot friend, Kyra, to come up to my little town in the hills for dinner.
We went to my favorite ramen place. After dinner, as we walked through the streets of the town in the warm, spring evening air, with its faint aroma of flowers, I suggested we all go to one of the town's famous
rotemburo
(natural outdoor hot springs).
This town where I'm living is, after all, famous all over Japan as a destination for its
onsen
(thermal baths and spas) and
rotemburo
. So maybe by just mentioning the waters, my curiosity about how Kyra's body looks under her clothing wouldn't come across quite so obviously in my voice. (I tried hard to make the invitation sound casual, but let's face it: How casual
could
I sound about it? I had a bit of crush on Kyra -- I mean, she was pretty cute -- and here I was basically saying, "Wanna go get naked?")
The girls looked at each other, shrugged, and smiled.
"Why not? Sure, let's go!"
We stopped by my place, where I quickly grabbed three bath towels, and we headed out again. The particular
rotemburo
I had in mind was a beautiful hot spring literally in the middle of a forest. There was a hot pool, filled with the steamy thermal waters, and right next to it a warm pool, where cooler waters mixed with the thermal waters. With any luck, we'd be the only people there...
And... no such luck.
When we arrived, a Japanese family of four was already happily lounging around in the warm pool.
Even though the
rotemburo
is surrounded by the darkness of the forest, the area around the pools is lit up, and filled with steam rising from the hot pool. There's a small area for showering first -- in Japan, you're expected to shower until you're perfectly clean before getting into a hot tub.
I showered quickly and was already in the hot pool waiting for them.
Justine and Kyra walked out of the bathing area, wearing nothing but their bath towels wrapped around their hips. Oh, and here's the thing about Japanese bath towels: They're long but narrow, like a scarf. They're meant for washing, not hiding anything.
So why even wrap the towel around their hips at all? Maybe it was a nod toward modesty. I guess they felt most vulnerable showing off their pussies.
But it was merely symbolic, really. They were almost completely nude, and what I saw took my breath away: It wasn't Kyra's body my eyes were immediately drawn to -- it was Justine's! She had the body of a Greek goddess, fit and athletic. Her breasts were sublime -- larger and rounder than any boobs I'd ever had the good fortune to touch, with pert, dark nipples on smallish areolas. My jaw fell slightly slack and my cock sprang to life. I sank down deeper into the tub.
"Down, boy!" I thought. "Behave! You're gonna get me in trouble!"
How had I never noticed Justine? I mean, we were friends, but I'd never even cast a curious glance in her direction. She did a really good job of hiding her beauty with her with her baggy jeans and t-shirts. Maybe it was on purpose -- if she wore sexy clothes, she could draw unwelcome attention to herself, as the only foreign
English teacher in a small town.
They sat down to put their legs into the water. Now I was trying not to be obvious about my staring, as I imagined the Japanese mom was, too. The dad wasn't even trying to disguise his curiosity. He just gawked. The sight of one naked
gaijin
might be interesting, but
three
of us, particularly the two women?
Then the two of them sat down at the water's edge, legs crossed, unwrapped their towels, uncrossed their legs, and slid into the water. As they did, I tried hard not to stare at their pussies... and failed immediately.
Justine had dark curly pubes, like her hair, but very neatly trimmed into a narrow triangle.
Despite that fact that she's part Japanese, Kyra's pubes, like her long curls, were a chestnut dark blonde. They didn't look trimmed, but they were much thinner and straight, like a sheer curtain that hid barely hid the silhouette of her pink lips. My mouth watered.
Kyra's body was nothing like I expected. Her breasts were two mere hints of a curve on her chest, barely bigger than the palms of my hands. Her nipples, alert and hard in the forest breeze, sat alone like pink gumdrops on those little mounds with no visible areolas.
Where Justine's body was athletic and muscular and curvy, like a beach volleyball player's or a swimmer's, Kyra's body was lithe but flat, like a ballerina's. Not curvy at all, but somehow just as alluring and feminine.
I know we were in there for almost an hour, but I have no idea what we talked about, or
if
we even talked. As far as I can remember, the water in the tub was roiling and bubbling with my lust.
I got us into this because I wanted to see Kyra naked. And now that I'd seen her unwrapped, I wanted her even more. I especially wanted to lick her pussy and tease her clit. And pinch those nipples of hers.
But now that I'd seen Justine,
fuck
! I wanted her, too. How could I have been so fucking blind? Which one? The athletic Greek goddess or the ballerina?
Every night that week, over and over late into the night (and early most mornings, too), I tried to remember every detail of their naked bodies as a lustful notion became a real hunger and a fantasy took shape. I wanted them both. At the same time.
I didn't know how that would work, exactly. I just had some vague notions of three naked bodies, and moans and three hungry mouths and my cock and two wet pussies, and more moans and lots and lots of quaking orgasms.
The lustful energy of that idea powers me through the last couple of miles as I cycle toward Justine's place, where she has invited me for lunch today. The Japanese spring air is hotter and steamier down here in the valley, and I'm sweaty when I knock on her apartment door.
She's grinning at me, wearing a baggy, vintage
Star Trek: The Next Generation
t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. Wow, she really does hide her sexy curves well. But now that I know they're there, it's like I have thermal vision.
"Come on in!" She welcomes me into the kitchen and pulls out a chair for me at her little table. "Want some iced tea?" She bends over into her fridge and reaches for the pitcher, I seriously have to resist the urge to reach for her luscious ass. In my mind I pull those shorts down and she's telling me to fuck her.
I'm amped up on a week's worth of fantasies and 20 miles pedaling on the power of pure lust. I'm not gonna chicken out now, damn it. No prelude, no small talk. Just go for it!
"Hey Justine, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"I realize this is totally out of the blue, but..."
(Don't lose your nerve. Do
not
lose your nerve! You're almost there!)
"...have you ever had a threesome?"
She straightens up -- she's genuinely surprised. Maybe she hasn't been having the same fantasy I'd been obsessed with all week. She stares at me for a long moment, as if studying me.
"Why... did you ask me that?" she asks, almost in a whisper.
"We'll get to that," I say. "Just tell me."
"Yes, I have," she says.
I feel a jolt of sexual energy run straight though my body from my heart to the tip of my cock, which starts to get hard.
"What was it like?"
"It was the most amazing experience," she says, in faraway voice. "I was in college, and I was with two guys--"
Now I'm the one's who surprised. When I envisioned a threesome, I always envisioned two women adoring me, greedy guy that I am, and me trying to please them both as they also try to please each other. But I say nothing.
"--in a pickup truck. They drove me out into a cornfield, and in that pickup, in that field, in the moonlight, it was like I couldn't tell where one body ended and the next one began. It was magical. And beautiful."
The faraway look in her eyes fades, and she refocuses on me.
"Now tell me why you asked me that."
I drink a swig of iced tea. I'm emboldened by the raw sexuality of Justine's reminiscence.
"When I invited you and Kyra up to my town for dinner, the night visit to the
rotemburo
wasn't a casual afterthought. That, for me, was always going to be the main event."
