Japanese Pussy at Mokoroa Falls.
This is the first of a series of stories following a young (19) Japanese woman called Tukiko. While we will divert to follow the sexual adventures of other characters such as her parents Hirohiko and Sayako, our main theme will be Tukiko's sexual journey.
While places, such as parks, water falls and beaches are real, and I am familiar with exact locations, all the characters are factious. For example, as far as I know, no Indian called Joseph has ever worked for the Auckland Regional Authority Parks Division. (Anne)
Now to the Story.
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Hello - My name is Joseph. I am an Indian who moved with my family from Southern India to live in New Zealand. My wife, Lizamoa and I have an open relationship with some of our friends. While we are very much in love each other, we do enjoy other sexual partners from time to time. Like in this story, if a bit of fun is on offer, there is complete understanding between us as to us participating.
I am a taller man, fit, strong and health from my outdoor job as a Park Ranger in the Waitakere Forest Park near Auckland City, My claim to fame among the ladies is an above average cock which becomes a challenge with many women to see if they can take all of me.
We had not been back from our India trip long, when this story took place. With the merging of all the local councils of Auckland into one 'super city,' the organisation I worked for was merged into this new administration too. The parks were brought together and we found we had some smaller park areas nearby that came under our care as well as the Waitakere Centennial Park. These smaller parks had been managed by the old Auckland City.
One of these was Mokoroa Falls. It became policy for a park ranger to go over there regularly, walk the tracks and generally see everything was Ok. I had been told it was my duty for the following day so I arranged to take my wife, Lizamoa with me. She would park her car further along the Scenic Drive where I would pick her up. We planned for a picnic lunch and a swim while we were there.
We first did the long track, taking a nice walk across to Constable Road and back, then picking up our lunch from my truck we headed down the main track to Mokoroa Falls. Being a weekday we had only met one couple on the first track and just a few people on the main falls track.
We came to the lookout but I had to go down the stairs to the riverbed, as part of my inspection before we could go on to another more private place for lunch and a swim.
Down below the falls, we met a Japanese couple with their daughter whom we later learnt was nineteen years old. Since I was wearing my park uniform, they approached us to ask about swimming places. It seemed; they weren't intending swimming that day but wanted to bring some friends back later.
A few years back there had been a major rockfall that had filled in and ruined the pool at the bottom of the main falls. So, it must have seemed to them, there was nowhere they could have a good swim. I told them there was another place with a good swimming pool, that was more hidden from most of the public too. Lizamoa also added that we were going there now for a swim if they wanted to come with us and see.
So, they agreed to that and quickly we introduced ourselves before starting off for the smaller waterfall, further upstream. The man's name was Hirohiko and his wife was called Sayako. Their daughter, they introduced as Tukiko.
Climbing back up the stairs to the lookout, we took a short track down to a smaller side stream. Crossing over that we followed the track as it began to slope around towards the mainstream further above the main Mokoroa Falls. We came out at some flat rocks where the running water had cut a channel through the rock, before falling into a larger pool below. Both Lizamoa and I liked this place and we were eager to get into the water as the water looked so inviting on this hot summer day.
"You guys coming swimming?" I asked.
"We don't have our swimming things," Sayako said.
"Neither do we," Lizamoa replied. "We're going skinny dipping."
"You mean swim naked? Sayako asked.
"Yeah sure," I said. "Why don't you join us."
I was keen to see them naked because while the mother looked pretty good, the daughter looked totally hot. A round face with deep brown eyes, with shoulder-length hair. A Japanese doll. There was an appearance of innocence, underlaid with a smoldering sexuality. Looked like she might be packing a pretty good body too. I was wondering what she would look like naked.
"I'm not sure," the man said, bringing me back to reality.
"It's ok," I replied. "We're all adults here."
The parents looked at each other and then burst into a flood of Japanese. I think Tukiko, the daughter looked more shocked than either of her parents. I looked over at Lizamoa and she gave me a shy smile. Since neither of us knew any Japanese, we had no idea how this was going. One thing for sure was, we weren't stripping off with them hanging around if they didn't join us.
The conversation continued with the focus now being more between the parents and their daughter. It seemed like she might have been a bit reluctant. But again, we had no idea what was going on until suddenly it was over. The girl nodded her head and said the only Japanese word I really know.
"Hai!" Tukiko said as she gave a quick bower.
Hirohiko then turned to me and said, "We will be happy to join with your skinny of dipping."
My wife jumped in first. "What are we waiting for, then?"
Soon Lizamoa was undressing, dropping her clothes on the flat rock next to our bags. I looked over at our Japanese friends and saw the parents had started but they looked a little bit shy. I turned my back to them to give them some privacy and Liz followed my example.
Only wearing light summer clothing, soon I had them all off. I looked over at Liz and she was naked too. "Go on," I told her. "I'll follow you down."
There was a bit of a scramble down over some wet rocks that could be a bit slippery and then we were on some more flat dry rock on the lower side of the pool. I took a quick glance up at our Japanese friends and found Hirohiko was naked, his wife Sayako was down to her underwear and just undoing her bra while Tukiko was not far behind either. That was good. So they weren't going to chicken out.
By now Liz, was in the water, wading out until the water was up to her waist. I followed her in as she dived forward, striking out to swim to the far side. I was about to dive in after her when I looked over to see where the Japanese family were.
Both Hirohiko and Sayako had made it down the slippery part ok but their daughter was stuck. I think she had felt her feet slipping and was hanging on with her fingers to a tiny crack in the rock. The easy way would have been to turn and take a jump into the pool but then, when you are stuck, you don't think of things like that.
By now I was passing Sayako and almost to Hirohiko. "I'll get her!" I said as I passed him.
"I'm stuck," she called, as she saw me approaching.
I got to Tukiko and bracing one foot onto a ledge just below water level I reached up and grabbed her by her hips.
"Don't worry, honey." I tried to reassure her. "I've got you now."
"I can't move," she said.
"It's ok. Just do what I say. You won't slip. I'm holding you."
One think about Tukiko, I had quickly noticed was she had a very 'kiwi' accent while her parent's English was a lot poorer.
Still holding on to her, I got her to reach over to a good foothold with one foot. She reached out, her leg stretching as far as she could to reach the point where I had shown her. From below, I was looking right up at her and was treated with a delightful view of pussy lips between dark curls before she brought her second foot over too.
Now, with both feet in the tiny crevice, I asked her to try and turn around, so she could step down to the ledge where I was. But she slipped, stepped on to the slippery rock by mistake which made things even worse and she fell forward against me. I felt her breasts press against me as I caught and held her. She recovered quickly; I think a little embarrassed as to how she was in contact with me, considering we were both naked. She found her footing on the ledge and turned, making her way forward to where her parents were waiting.
I didn't bother following her but once she reached safety, I turned and dived into the pool. Swimming fast, I soon reached Liz who had been sitting watching from the other side. From there she must have seen some of the pussy show, I had just seen.
In a low voice, she teased me, "Did you enjoy that little pussy show and tittie cuddle?"
"Are you jealous it wasn't you," I replied.
She gave me a wicked grin. "Maybe I am."
By now the three Japanese were wading into the water. It always feels a bit cold at first in this bush stream and they were doing it the hard way by slowly stepping forward further into the water. Of course, from where we were sitting the three of them were giving us the full-on, frontal view.
"He has a nice weapon," my wife whispered to me. "I'd like to see that hard."
