"I had soap in my eyes as the water ran down my face so I didn't know what the heck was happening. I felt hands grab my body and begin to grope me all over," Rebecca said breathily. She was quite upset but also aroused as she told me her story. I could see it in the quickness of her breath and the flush of pink in her skin as she related what happened to her in a beach shower room in Japan.
Rebecca was a co-worker who had traveled to Japan for a vacation. She had gone to Tokyo but had wanted to go the beach and see what the beach scene was like. Over the previous year and a half she had lost close to 60 pounds and was in fantastic shape. In fact she was quite an eyeful when she walked past me in a pair of slacks that clung to her butt and in a silky blouse and soft bra that allowed her breasts to move freely as she walked past. Rebecca physically was tall, slender and toned. She had small firm breasts and a small rounded butt that had a perfect firmness and jiggle to it. Her skin was a ruddy white color, tanned from playing outdoor sports and routinely going to the beach. She had blue eyes and frizzy, light brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders. It too bounced as she walked in rhythm with the jiggle of her breasts and the movement of her butt cheeks under her slacks.
She hadn't always been this startlingly attractive. Before losing weight through an intense exercise program she had been dumpy and tired, and would dress in frumpy outfits. Now she exercised routinely, went to the beach so she could show off her body, and played a great many sports, both women's and co-ed. Her husband, Ron, had also embarked on the same weight reduction and muscle building program. According to what Rebecca had shared with me over lunch both she and her husband liked to go to the Eastern Shore and wear skimpy swimsuits to attract attention. She said having some woman eye her husband's physique was an ego boost and having some guy or woman eye Rebecca's scantily clad body was an ego boost to both Rebecca and to her husband, who was proud to have such a hot woman as his wife.
So, when Rebecca was sent to Japan to handle a web problem with our agency's field offices there, it wasn't unexpected that she would want to check out the beaches and the communal baths. She told me her story, "Well, the second night I was there I decided to use a local communal bath. I had asked at the desk and they had referred me to a place that would not shun foreigners. Foreign women especially were welcome, as they generally aren't voyeurs trying to get a look at naked Japanese women. The baths had both segregated and mixed sex sections. I tried the mixed sex section, wanting to have that whole culturally different experience. I found out that after an initial awkwardness about cultural taboos and proprieties I was very comfortable in that environment. Men, women, old and young, were all together in large, incredibly hot baths. Before entering the bath you were required to shower in a particular location. This was accomplished by sitting on a pedestal covered by the washcloth you were handed and sudsing oneself up. Then an attendant would douse you in hot water. All the men and women were facing the baths when squatting on these pedestals. I'll tell you: not much was left to the imagination.
"At first it was the women who were very curious about my body. They touched my hair both on my head and on my groin and they pinched both my breasts and my booty. One woman even poked her finger between my labia which startled me and drew twitters of laughter from the Japanese women surrounding me. They weren't used to a naked white woman. After a while some of the men, who could speak English, came over and sat next to me in the bath to ask questions and also to touch the sandy brown, frizzy hair on my head. They were quite curious and not very shy about how different I was. Several got very close. Sometimes they would be standing in front of me with their penises only inches from my face. It was strange to be among so many close naked bodies and not have it seem sexual to anyone but me.
"So the rest of the week I went to that communal bath instead of using the traditional Western shower and bath in my room. It felt great. Some faces became familiar. And many more of the men became comfortable sitting right next to me in the baths and leaning against me in the baths. Soon I also became comfortable with such closeness.
"At the baths I had inquired about beaches and what people wore there. Did women go topless? Did women wear skimpy bikinis or were they modest? Were there facilities to change and shower? Armed with information I had gleaned from the men and women at the baths I headed to the beach on Friday. I took two trains and was soon enjoying the sight of surfers sailing the waves on the shore. Unfortunately I wasn't alone. There were thousands of Japanese there too and very few Westerners. After spending a little time watching how people behaved and what they were wearing, I plunged into what looked like a large tan, canvas tent and changed into my bikini. There was nowhere to store anything in the changing tent so I took it with me. Other than quick dips in the waves to cool off I pretty much stayed on the shore and watched the surfers and the others using the beach. And at one point I was invited to play volleyball. I think my height was what they were looking for as I was the only foreigner playing. The game was fast and furious and I accounted myself well, but worked up quite a sweat.
"After about two hours of playing in the warm, sunny, humid air, I was ready to cool off and then take a shower. I begged my apologies at departing but received many hugs, especially from many of the male players, who had paid a great deal of attention to me and to several of the Japanese women who were covered in very brief bikinis as I was. Although the majority of the women at the beach wore traditional bikinis, a few wore string bikinis, thongs, and tangas. Since I was normally quite proud of my sexy appearance, my bright yellow bikini bottom exposed half my butt and the top barely covered my fair-sized breasts. Additionally I think my 5'8" height, my head of light brown, curly hair and my tanned skin, something not normally seen among women in Japan had attracted a great deal of attention on the part of the men surrounding the volleyball court and the men on my team. I caught quite a few pats on my bare bottom during the two hours we played.
"With the crowds increasing throughout the day and the sameness of many of the tents set up along the beach I couldn't locate the one I had used earlier in the day. I decided to go to the water's edge and take a quick dip to cool off and then just take my chances with whichever changing/shower tent I found. Several of the men who had been watching me at the volleyball game followed me down to the water, but they didn't bother me in any way. I had asked a Japanese family who spoke English if they could watch my belongings while I took a quick swim. When I came out of the water the men who had been interested in me were gone. I retrieved my belongings from the family, thanked them profusely and headed for the tents. I selected one and entered. There seemed to be no segregation of men's and women's sections in this tent, but after the baths I thought nothing of this. I paid my sum of money to a scruffy looking Japanese man, stripped down inside the shower stall; the stall was basically four canvas walls lashed together on three sides with a shower attachment coming down from above and open at the top. My bag I hung in the corner of the shower stall so I could keep an eye on it. I could hear other female voices so I felt safe despite not seeing any women in the row I was showering in.
