Many years ago, when I was in the US Air Force, I did a tour of duty at an airbase in Japan. It was good duty, especially for an unattached young man such as I was at the time, and I really loved all the sex that was so available so easily and for such a small price. Three or four times a week I strolled along the dirt street in the nearby sin city picking out which cute josan, which was a Japanese word for a young woman, I wanted to fuck that evening. They were all hookers; I was not looking for romance, just for fun.
It happened to be two days after payday, and all the josans knew it and were flocking the streets that night. Low ranking enlisted men like I was didn't make much money, but all our expenses were paid for, so what little we did make was ours to spend on personal needs, including beer, cigarettes and sex, and we rationed it to last from one payday until the next. The hookers on the street knew this too, and they approached me and other men to suggest going for a short time, which I would now call a quickie. I was in no hurry, and I was looking for something special, so I shook my head at the first few who offered themselves to me.
My patience was rewarded when a very cute, petite josan stepped in front of me and made the usual proposition. Although small of stature, much shorter than five feet tall and slender in proportion, she had large breasts, unusually so for a Japanese woman, especially one her size.
"Hi, GI. You want go short time?"
That was about the same as what the other women had said, but this time I answered aloud. Pointing at her breasts, which she was thrusting out at me, I asked "PX," which was the accepted way of a GI asking if her breasts were real or were falsies from a store.
"No, no! They real. You come short time with me, I show you."
I was quite intrigued, first because she was the cutest josan I had seen that evening and, most of all, because those breasts fascinated me. This was in the late Fifties, and the bodies of young women were much less often on display than they are now, and I really did want to get a better look at what she had under her tight jersey. Besides that, her face was really cute, and I didn't expect to find another girl more enticing than she.
"Di jobe," I replied, which meant "okay" and was probably the most used word in the Pidgin English we used to communicate with local people. I expect many of the street girls or bar girls we patronized spoke much better English than they were letting on, but they all knew part of their charm was the way they talked.
While she led me to a three story building around the corner, the cute josan told me her name was Mary, which I doubted, but didn't worry about. Many of the women preferred using American names, for whatever reason. I told her my name was George, which was true, whether she believed me or not. When we entered the building, Mary removed her shoes, and I did the same, as was the custom, so I always made sure to wear socks with no holes when I went out looking for sex as I had done that night.
Mary led me to a small room, furnished with just a chair and a bed with a single pillow, closed the door behind us and turned to face me. "You give me eight hundred yen?" she said, making it sound like a combination question and demand.
Although this was more than the standard rate of five hundred yen, I had no problem paying it. Mary was really cute, and had big breasts she said were real, and the difference was less than a dollar. It was worth that much to me just to see if those big tits were real, so I handed her the money and she left to go down the hall. I knew she would be back. I never heard of anybody pulling a variation of the dry hustle in the time I was in Japan. The josans all knew they had to be honest and give value for value received from their customers if they expected to stay in business.
Mary returned in a few minutes and, this time, she locked the door after she closed it. "You take off pants and lay on bed," she instructed me. "I like get on top and I show you no PX."
Again, I had no problem doing what she said. I was 18 years old and sexually inexperienced with women, but I had tried the position she wanted, which I knew was referred to as "The cowgirl," and I liked it. As she requested, I took off my pants and lay on my back with my head on the pillow.
Mary reached under her skirt, peeled down her panties and got on the bed with her legs straddling mine. She hiked up her skirt so she could move freely, but didn't remove it. However, as promised, she did pull the lower hem of her light sweater up above her breasts and proved they were real, because she was not wearing a bra. This was before the advent of silicone implants or injections, and I knew what she was displaying was strictly natural. Mary didn't take the sweater off, but she did pull her arms out of the sleeves and left it draped over her shoulders, letting me continue to look at her really lovely mounds with their big, dark brown nipples.
