(With screening and edit help from Rotorhead450. Thank you so much!)
Hi. My name is Mike. I am American, and I'm driving through pouring rain trying to travel four hundred and fifty miles from Tottori to Niigata in Japan. In my car are two young women, Chie and Sayuri, my co-instructors at the summer camp where I just finished working. Both of them are local Japanese girls moving into second year at Niigata University. I'm four years older than them, I study the post-grad program at the Graduate School of Health Sciences. Over the summer I decided to stay in Japan and work.
In Tottori each year there are a series of early teen international summer camps. Kids don't just come from Japan, they travel in from all over the world. There's good money to be made if you have an internationally recognized working-with-children license. On the way down to Tottori I drove by myself, stopping two nights to look around the coastline; in early summer the Japan Sea is gorgeous.
I didn't know Chie and Sayuri before I got to Tottori. It was mere coincidence that at self-introduction we discovered we came from the same campus. I hadn't expected to see anyone from my neck of Japan, Tottori is a long way from Niigata.
I didn't spend a lot of time socializing with the two girls; there were more than a hundred staff. Tottori is a big site and it was the girls' first time working. Both were super cute, but equally naive and giggly. I found myself hanging out with the elder and more experienced counsellors.
I could sense both girls had a crush on me, they smiled across the dining hall table and blushed when I stood near them in the park. I was surprised when they had the nerve to ask if they could ride with me on the way back home. I didn't say yes straight away. I had planned to take the slow road home again, but Chie's aunt lived in Fukui; we could get about half way and the two girls would stay with that aunt for two nights while I drove inland to the east to visit new places. I would then pick them up for the rest of the trip home.
We packed and left camp on our final day around midday, plenty of time to get to Fukui by dinner. But as we got to Kinosaki (about fifty miles east of Tottori), it was already after three. The rain was coming down so heavily that the wipers on highest speed couldn't keep the water off the window. Traffic was at a standstill.
"Girls, I don't think we're going to get to Fukui tonight," I said, peering through the blur on my front window. Chie looked on her phone.
"Forecast says rain will continue."
"Find us somewhere to stay?" I asked.
Sayuri looked up accommodation. Chie rang her aunt to let her know the road was too dangerous, and we'd be a day late. She was a nice lady, telling her niece to not worry and stay safe.
"There's love hotels. Or ryokan," Sayuri said. The north coast of Japan was famous for its traditional inns, 'ryokan'. There were very few western style hotels, unless they were actual love hotels - designed for couples to have 'short stays' for sex. You could technically stay overnight if you wanted, though you could only go in and out once.
"Ryokan is expensive," Chie worried.
"What's the cheapest one?" I asked Sayuri.
"There's one in the middle of Kinosaki for 21,000 yen. Sleeps six in the room."
"That's a good price for ryokan. What's it look like? What's the reviews?"
"Looks decent."
"Okay, book it," I said, throwing her my wallet with my credit card. "We need to get off this road."
It was less than a mile, but we took almost thirty minutes to crawl through the traffic to the inn car park. You've never seen traffic until you've been in a Japanese traffic jam. It would even rival Bangkok. The inn car park was open to the weather; umbrella-less we all ran with our bags in the pouring rain to reception. The lobby was small but clean. The lady at the desk took her time to check us all in one by one, as if keeping a personal dossier on each of us. She looked like she wanted to ask our purpose, but held her tongue. We had a choice to eat dinner in the room, which we took. There was no going out into the gloomy storm.
The lady personally showed us the male and female baths and then into our room. We had a large tatami room with an enclosed balcony posing as a dull sunroom. There was no view at the price we paid, looking on the inn next door. She said dinner would come at six-thirty, and a maid would come to roll out the futons after dinner was taken away.
"Is there a private bath for families?" I asked as she was leaving.
The lady hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Yes. Eight hundred yen. Key at reception."
After she was gone, I smiled. Undoubtedly my question had created tension for my roommates. It was already an odd situation to be sharing a room between the three of us. If we chose, it would be perfectly possible to keep our distance in a room this big, if we wanted. I didn't want.
"Hey," I shrugged. "No point to waste this chance."
"You want us to have a bath together?" Chie asked, surprised.
"Hey. We're here. It's not our fault. It wasn't planned. But no point in us spending the night together and not taking advantage, have some fun. Right?"
"Umm, which one of us did you want to take to the bath?" Sayuri asked nervously.
"Both," I laughed, "Not going to take just one of you in there. Come on, take your clothes off. Let's put the robes on and go find it."
Nonchalantly I took off my top, pants and my underwear, and stood fully naked in front of the girls. I slowly unfolded the robe from the cupboard and pulled it on.
"Come on. Clothes off."
Japan is a non-confrontational society. To directly oppose a request from an elder is a big thing. I unfolded two robes and held one ready in each hand.
"Come on. I'm paying for your travel, I'm paying for your room and I'm paying for your dinner. You owe me. Take your clothes off. It's only fair I get something back, right?"
Chie and Sayuri looked at each other, shocked at the sudden escalation. We were acquaintances, colleagues, road-trip buddies... and now we were bath-mates? Having a crush is one thing, having a bath quite another.
"Off," I said again. "You're getting all this for free, right? The least you can do is let me take a look."
I'm sure that being a foreigner muddled things. They couldn't be sure this wasn't normal for Americans. The guy pays, and in return the girl takes her clothes off. It was possible that was the culture, right?
I let the girls see my erection grow out of my robe as they took off their clothes. Sayuri was taller than Chia, and delicate, like an elegant model. Chie was fit and strong, like a dancer on a music video.
"Come on, underwear too!" I smiled at them.
Naked, they scurried to put their robes on. I picked up their clothes and put them in the cupboard. We put the house slippers on at the room entry and shuffled down to the reception with eight hundred yen of coins in my hand. The lady begrudgingly gave me the key and led us to the private bath. She showed us in. Two low showers were on a wall with wooden stools on a wooden slat floor. The small stone onsen was half inside, half on a balcony. It was surrounded with sliding Japanese windows, though we left them closed because of the rain. A pile of towels were rolled up on the bench.
"One each," the lady grumbled and left us. In true Japanese style, the towels were no bigger than a hand towel.
I pulled my robe off and nodded for the girls to do the same. Their body type was different, yet the same. Both had flat tummies, mounds that protruded proudly with tiny tufts of fluff and a gap between their thighs. Both had nicely shaped breasts that suited their body size perfectly. Sayuri was whiter-skinned and her sexuality was stylish. Chie had more color and looked less likely to break. Both of them were uncertain of what to do once their robes were in the basket. The towels were not long enough to cover both their breasts and pussy. Chie chose to cover below, Sayuri her top.
