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This was my second trip to Japan. The first time I was overwhelmed, but this time I was better prepared. I knew better what to expect and what I wanted to do. On my first trip I was put off by the forwardness of the prostitutes, which was hard for me to resist. I have always had an Asian fetish but I was afraid I would get arrested and wind up in some bizarre Asian jail. None of my research preparing for the trip had included Japanese hooker culture, or the intricacies of prostitution law in the Land of the Rising Sun. On my second trip, I knew that I could not and would not resist, but my experience was still beyond anything I expected. I had told my wife about my first trip. Walking around the hotel complex and Tokyo where the women were lined up by certain entrances and on certain promenades and how aggressively they came on to you. I had never experienced that in the U.S. My wife laughed and said “Just don’t bring anything back with you.” I was sure she was kidding, but it was all the justification I would need. When I arrived the second time, I knew how hard the jet lag would hit me and figured I would party out that first night. I went in search of hotel sky bars, top-flight bars at the top levels of the best hotels. If Ankara bayan escort you’ve ever seen Lost in Translation, you will know what I mean. It was also a chance to scout the best locations for the hottest Japanese talent. I was thousands of miles from home and I had as far as I was concerned a free pass to tap tight Asian pussy, but I wanted to make it worthwhile. I made mental note of the women at each location so that when I was ready, I could find a suitable date. After returning to my hotel, I stopped at the vending machine to get a few beers to help me unwind and consider my options. I figured I had one shot at this and I wanted to make sure it was a good one. One other thing I had not done on my first trip was experience a real Japanese bath. I just ran out of time with everything else. I wasn’t going to let that happen this time. When I woke up, to begin my first real day in Japan, I determined to enjoy a traditional Japanse sento bath. The hotel had a sento bath on my floor and my host had said he had booked me in this hotel because they had the best sento in Japan. So my first stop is this trip of no regrets was to visit the sento. When I arrived at the sento, the changing Escort bayan Ankara room was non-descript. But its simplicity was its beauty. I stored my clothes in a small locker and found a small towel to cover myself. I am not large by western standards, six feet all and 170 lbs, but I found the towel somewhat lacking in coverage. The sento is to be enjoyed naked and the baths are segregated, so I didn’t see this as a big problem. When I entered the sento proper I could see why my host had recommended it. The room was filled with a number of large baths, screened by plants and seating areas, with curtained alcoves strategically placed around the edges. At first glance, you might think they were toiles, but the Japanese never put a toilet next to a bath, they had to be either showers, or even quiet areas where a businessman could take a call. I didn’t quite know but I didn’t think it mattered. What struck me most about the sento was not the baths or the appointments, but the assistants. I had thought the sento were generally gender segregated and I would have thought I walked into the wrong one, except that I noticed a fair number of men in the baths, each attended by one or more young Bayan escort Ankara women. My towel was less adequate than before. An attendant wearing a simple geisha style robe noticed my confusion and came to assist me, speaking English with the demure, femme Japanese accent. The towel seemed to get smaller. “You are confused, but I will help you,” she said, dropping her robe and reaching for my towel, “I am Hiroko, I will put your towel here for you when you finish.” I flushed red as my cock sprung out when she took the towel and it bobbed up and down for what seemed like forever. I knew she had to notice but her polite smile eased my awkwardness a little. My relief was temporary of course, because of the failed suppression of giggles from the dozen or so attendants who had watched our exchange. “We do not see so many Western men here,” Hiroko said, “so they are pleased to see that you do not disappoint.” This time her smile was not so polite and her eyes lingered greedily on my rapidly engorging endowment. “They want to see how high your sun can rise.” I finally recovered enough to respond, “I am happy to oblige and will work my hardest not to disappoint them, or you, Hiroko.” Hiroko then took me to a side alcove where I saw showers, but also what could have been a small bed or large couch. There she showered me to make sure I was clean before my bath. She explained the customs to me as she worked. Her hands were delicate yet firm and I thought she lingered over my chest with an almost imperceptible flick of her fingernail on my nipple.

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