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"