It was nearly eleven o'clock at night when I opened the windows of my tiny second floor studio apartment. The humidity during summer in Osaka was very oppressive, the temperatures usually hitting 35 C even in the night. I was sweating through my thin cotton shirt as I peered out into the deserted street. The sky was cloudy, you couldn't see any stars no breeze at all. Perhaps if I'm lucky, there would be some rain I thought to myself.
I crept back into bed, looking up at the ceiling. The heat was making me hot in more ways than one; my cock was stirring in my loins. I tossed in bed, hoping to get some sleep, but in the end, gave up and stood beside my window, hoping for some breeze to come my way.
As I looked down, I heard a clack-clack sound coming from the left side of the street. It sounded like wooden sandals used by Japanese women. I leaned forward and saw a petite Japanese girl walking hastily below my window. Clack-clack, her sandals went as her summer yukata swung at her sides. A yukata was very similar to the traditional kimono, except it was worn during summers and mostly made of cotton
"Rather late for you to be out in the street?" I thought. As if sensing my presence, the girl looked up, she didn't see the grates on the street as her wooden sandals caught on it and I saw her fall hard. "Yahhhhhhhhh!!" I heard her cry.
Quickly, I fled out the door and ran down the stairs. She was stooped over her knees, holding on to her hurt ankle. I rushed to her and asked slowly in broken Japanese. "Are you hurt?" She nodded her head and I could see she was in pain. I pointed up to the lighted studio in the second floor and then to her hurt ankle. I put my arms around her and lifted her up towards my apartment.
As we entered the house, I gently seated her on my bed. It was a small studio, so everything was within reach, I walked up to my bathroom got a washcloth, and run cold water into it. "Not that its any of my business, but what is a pretty girl like you doing out this late in the night? " I asked her, trying to strike up a some conversation. She apologized and said she just came from the teahouse nearby. The party there just ended and she was on her way home. My mind raced with naughty thoughts, the Tea House was notorious in our neighborhood, it was rumored to be a place where Geisha's meet with their clients. Although contrary to belief, a Geisha was not a prostitute... but still.. I couldn't help drawing images of orgies in those parties!
I walked back to her and knelt down to examine her swollen ankle. Looking up at her, I asked casually, "So my dear, are you a Geisha?"
She smiled back demurely and said, "I'm merely a novice... still a long way to go"
I was always attracted to Orientals; Japanese women were high in my list of exotic wonders. She was by far no exception. She had silky black hair tied back in a knot, little wisps of which fell on her face, almond eyes and milky white skin. Her face was flushed from the heat, small beads of sweat were on her brow, her lips moist and full. I couldn't help but dwell on this Oriental beauty on my bed. Just thinking about that warm delectable body underneath the yukata was getting me very excited.
"You are very pretty when you smile" I said. She just giggled and bowed slightly.
I showed her the little washcloth I had moistened and pointed to her ankle. She nodded and pulled her Yukata away from her legs. I couldn't help but get a glimpse of the white cotton panties she had underneath as her legs were momentarily exposed. The stirring in my shorts was getting more pronounced but I didn't want to frighten her away, so I gently pressed the cloth over her ankle. I took the bandage from the first aid kit and cut a length to wrap around her ankle. My mind was racing with all sorts of naughty thoughts about this situation. She was probably just 5'4 and not more than 110lbs. I could easily overcome this petite beauty, taste her delicious body... have her for the night and maybe more? I looked up at her innocent face.
The knot in her hair fell away, and she looked even more sexy with her long ebony hair hanging down on her sides. My cock was getting very hard just thinking of that milky white body underneath the cotton Yukata. Her hand rested on her lap, I gently took it into mine and kissed it. She smiled again then giggled. As she laughed, her eyes disappeared into slits.