UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 02

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 04: UNFINISHED AFFAIRS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, CHIYOKO, HANAKO, SAMMY, HIROKO, 
NATSUKO, SACHI, MAKI, YUKI AND AYAKO

PART 02

CHAPTER II 

A Party 

     There are lots of sex-parties most nights in 
     Tokyo, especially at weekends. If you ask the 
     right people you soon get invited. The nice thing 
     about Japanese sex-parties is that there are 
     usually lots of spare girls. Japanese girls like 
     to go around in groups, and if you invite one 
     girl she often brings her friends. This is how I 
     met a sweet girl called Chiyoko who was still 
     looking for a partner.

I first noticed her crossing the lawn towards the 
house. She was wearing gold sandals with very high 
heels - maybe five inches - but knew how to walk in 
them. Otherwise she was naked: but then so were quite 
a few other girls, even though the party had only just 
started. What really attracted me to her was not her 
pretty nudity in the warm evening sunshine but her 
easy, confident stride, so different from the 
self-conscious shuffle of many Japanese girls - 
especially when they know they are being watched. She 
had long shapely legs and a charming figure, a sweet 
little waist emphasising the firm young breasts which 
had still, perhaps, a little further to grow. Her 
breasts had hard pink nipples. I always prefer little 
pointed nipples to the big splotchy aureoles that some 
girls have. I was sure that if I watched her as she 
went past I would soon be treated to a view of an 
equally firm, delectable young bottom. But I had no 
intention of letting her go past. 

As she came closer I saw I had been mistaken in 
thinking she was fully naked: she had on tiny g-string 
panties just big enough to hide her pussy, in a 
semi-transparent golden material which glittered 
slightly in the rays of the sun. Where had she come 
from? Had she been fucking some lucky man further down 
the garden? But the fact that she had not yet lost her 
g-string suggested she had still to make her first 
choice for the evening - unlike the naked couples 
embracing and stroking each other on the mattresses 
and rugs laid out on the lawn. Nor had I, for that 
matter: I had undressed on arrival at the big house 
but was still wearing one of the cotton bathrobes 
thoughtfully provided for his guests by our host. Not 
that they got much use at his parties. I wasn't sure 
why I was bothering with one myself. 

The girl was quite close to me now, aware of my 
interest but looking down with a slight blush and a 
charming display of false modesty. I could see the 
bows on her hips holding up the tiny scrap of equally 
false modesty between her legs. He would be a lucky 
man, I thought, who got the job of untying those bows. 
I didn't see why it shouldn't be me. 

I started walking in a direction which would cross her 
path. She could see me coming but made no attempt to 
avoid me. As I stood in front of her she looked full 
at me for a moment, then modestly looked down again, 
her eyes brushing my obvious erection on the way. She 
kept on coming; then, when we were a metre apart, 
stopped. She tossed her long hair back over her 
shoulders and looked at me appraisingly. She said 
nothing, waiting for my first move. 

"All alone?" I asked. 

She looked me over again, not hiding her interest in 
my erection poking through the cloth of my robe. Then 
she raised her eyes to my face, took a decision and 
smiled. 

"Not any more," she replied. 

"I'm going back to the house too," I said. 

As we walked I slipped my right arm round her 
delicious waist and soon felt her hand in response on 
my left shoulder. We entered the big drawing-room 
through the garden windows. Dance music was playing: 
it had just changed to a slow song, so there were not 
many couples using the space cleared in the middle of 
the room. More were responding to the music on the 
couches and mattresses spread round the edges. Without 
asking her I took her onto the floor, quickly untying 
the belt of my robe so that it hung open. We stood 
swaying together, pretending to dance but in fact 
enjoying the opportunity for our bodies to get to know 
each other. I had one hand on her smooth bottom, 
pressing my erection flat against her stomach. 

I lowered my head and we kissed. At first she 
responded only with her lips. I looked down and smiled 
at her serious face, then kissed her again. This time 
she replied passionately, her hands digging into my 
back through the cotton as her tongue tangled with 
mine. I let her win and she licked and tickled the 
inside of my mouth. 

"You don't smoke, do you?" she whispered as we pulled 
apart for air. 

"No." 

"I'm glad. I don't like the taste." 

She herself tasted sweet, of something she had been 
drinking perhaps. I kissed her again, trying to guess 
what it was as I took my turn to fill her mouth with 
my tongue. Maybe she always tasted sweet like that, 
naturally. I hoped so. I ran the tip of my tongue 
along the inside of her upper teeth, tickling her 
palate. It was a trick one of my earliest Japanese 
girlfriends had taught me. She'd been a bored married 
woman, the mother of one of my English pupils, a lot 
older than me. What had her name been ...? 

"Oh, that was lovely!" she said as we came apart at 
last. 

"Yes, it was," I said. Then, deciding to take a bit of 
a risk, I added with a smile, "How many happy cocks 
have been in that sweet mouth?" 

She froze for a moment, and I wondered if I had gone 
too far too quickly. But surely that tongue technique 
hadn't been learnt just from kissing? She smiled 
again: she hadn't been shocked, just thinking - or 
counting. 

"Oh, _lots_!" she then said, with charming 
self-importance. "But not nearly enough," she went on 
with a blush which spread all the way down to her 
breasts. "I found out very early that a girl who can 
suck cock well is always popular. So I practised a 
lot, and soon I learnt to love doing it. Somehow it 
puts me in charge ... do you know what I mean?" 

I knew what she meant. 

"And of course I adore the taste. Sucking cock - 
making a man come in my mouth - is _almost_ as good as 
... you know ..." 

Suddenly she giggled, twisted round in my arms and 
leant her back against me. We stood close together, no 
longer even pretending to dance. I stroked her firm 
young breasts, lightly pinching the pretty little 
nipples between my fingers. They were already hard and 
erect. Her head was on my shoulder now and I could 
tell from her breathing how much she was enjoying what 
I was doing. My erection was pressing against her 
bottom: suddenly she stood on tiptoe and wriggled 
against me until it was lying smoothly between her 
legs. I felt her tighten her thighs and hold me there. 
I was aware of occasional flashes as other guests 
photographed us, but she didn't seem to notice, or 
mind if she did. 

"And of course," she went on, continuing what she had 
been saying as if there had been no break, "it's 
_fantastic_ when a man then wants to do the same thing 
to me." She turned her head and looked at my face 
anxiously. "Do you like doing that? I do hope so!" 

"Of course," I said. "Whenever I can. You'll sit on my 
face for me, won't you?" 

She said nothing, but wriggled her bottom even more 
tightly against my erection. I slid one hand down her 
smooth stomach until my fingers plucked at the edge of 
her g-string. 

"May I?" 

"Of course ... please ..." she whispered. "I _love_ 
being nude. _Completely_ nude," she added after a 
moment. 

My left hand, still cradling her breast, could feel 
her heart pounding. I slid that hand down to her hip, 
and slowly, agonisingly slowly, pulled apart the 
little bows of her panties. Equally slowly I drew the 
tiny scrap of cloth from between her legs, one hand 
pressing it against her so that she could enjoy the 
sensation to the maximum. Her head was rolling to and 
fro on my shoulder as she moaned and gasped with 
pleasure. I stuffed the g-string into the pocket of my 
open robe with one hand, stroking her pussy with the 
other. She was rubbing her thighs together now, 
squeezing my cock and my fingers as the juice gushed 
from her cunt, and I felt we would both come if we did 
not change position soon. There was an empty armchair 
near where we were standing, and I began to steer her 
towards it. 

"Oh, _yes_, darling - oh, please fuck me - take me - I 
want to be fucked!" she begged. 

I shrugged off my robe and tossed it into a corner of 
the room, then sat down in the chair and began to pull 
her onto my lap; but she had other ideas. Soon she was 
kneeling on the carpet in front of me, her tongue 
spiralling and slurping round the head of my cock. Oh 
well, I thought, if this is what she means by being 
fucked, bless her ... 

She began to take my cock into her mouth, her tongue 
vibrating deliciously against the underside. Someone 
knelt beside her for a close-up shot. She turned her 
face towards the camera, smiling with her eyes as she 
continued her maddening and heavenly stimulation. Then 
she concentrated on her work again, and I could feel 
the head of my cock, now about half-way into her 
mouth, bouncing against her throat. Her eyes looked 
appealingly up to my face, wanting reassurance. 

"Oh, that's _so_ lovely, darling," I said. "Can you 
try and swallow it?" 

At once she leant further forward, her hands pressing 
into my thighs, and I felt her throat muscles gape and 
then grip my cock. I was past telling her in words how 
wonderful she was, but she didn't need to be told that 
any more. She wanted to choke, of course, but my cock 
was so tightly wedged into her throat that she 
couldn't: instead her muscular spasms added another 
dimension to the incredible delight she was giving me. 
She leant yet further forward, forcing the thick tube 
of flesh as far into her body as it would go. Her face 
was pressed against me now, her deep breaths through 
her nose tickling my stomach. 

I was within seconds of coming now, and she knew it. 
She pulled away from me a little and my cock was free 
of the tight embrace of her throat. For a moment I 
thought she expected me to pull out altogether and 
come all over her face in the way Japanese girls love; 
but then I realised she just wanted me to come in her 
mouth, rather than deep down her throat, so that she 
could enjoy my taste. I was past caring, anyway: 
gobbets of cum, my first of the evening, were forcing 
their way up my cock and on to her soft caressing 
tongue. It seemed as if the spasms would never stop. 
At last for a long moment we were quiet together, 
until I felt her swallow deeply and then begin to lick 
me clean. My cock was free of her at last and, still 
wet with her saliva, began to feel cold. I reached for 
one of the damp cloths placed in convenient piles on 
occasional tables, and wiped myself quickly as she 
scrambled up to join me in the big armchair. She was 
still wearing her sexy high heels: I liked that, it 
showed that she knew how to flaunt her nudity. I held 
her close and told her how wonderful she was. 

"I always like to start by finding out how a man 
tastes," she said. "They all taste different. Did you 
know that?" 

I said I knew. 

"Sometimes I do blind tasting," she went on. "You 
know, blindfolded, and sucking a series of my regular 
lovers to see if I can tell who is who." 

"And can you?" 

"Not always." 

"You should practice more." 

She giggled. 

"Now you must fuck my cunt, please," she said. 

"Oh, not now!" I begged. 

"I thought you liked me." 

"Surely you know a man has to have a little time 
before he can do it again." 

"Yes, I know. Men are so useless. Why can't you come 
all the time the way girls can?" 

"I don't know. I'll be ready again soon," I promised. 

"You can have twenty minutes. After that, if you can't 
do it, I'll find myself a man who can." 

"All right," I said. "Twenty minutes." 

We were neither of us wearing a watch anyway. I slid 
my free hand between her open legs from behind and 
gently stroked the damp petals of her cunt. 

"Nice?" 

"Very nice." 

I tried to think of something else to talk about while 
we were waiting. 

"Tell me your name." 

"Chiyoko." 

"That's nice. Mine's Bob. American." 

I inserted the top joint of my third finger into her 
cunt, and tickled her clit with my second. She nestled 
happily against me, murmuring appreciation. The 
springy curls of her cunt hair were short and neatly 
trimmed. Either that or they had only recently started 
to grow. 

"How old are you, Chiyoko-chan?" 

"Er, sixteen." 

Somehow I wasn't convinced she was telling the truth. 
But it didn't matter. 

"And when did you first find out about sex?" 

"A few years ago. I was twelve." 

"That's a bit early, isn't it?" 

"Well, it just sort of happened. We were experimenting 
... girls at school. You know ..." 

"And when did you first have a real man? In your cunt, 
I mean?" 

She giggled delightfully, and began to tickle my balls 
lightly with the tips of her fingernails. It wouldn't 
be long now before I was ready to enter her cunt 
myself. 

"Well, that was a bit later. After I'd tried lots of 
other things first." 

"Was it nice the first time?" 

"Not very. But nice enough for me to want to try 
again, and go on trying till I got it right." 

"How many times did it take?" 

"Four or five. Then I had my first real orgasm - you 
know, a proper one, not just the nice sexy feelings 
I'd had from all the other things I'd done - and then 
I _knew_. What sex was really all about. After that I 
just couldn't get enough. Fucking, I mean." Her hand 
moved up and began to stroke my hardening cock. "I 
read in a girls' magazine recently that sex is like an 
addiction. Like a drug. Once you've _really_ 
experienced it you want it again and again. The more 
you get, the more you want. You can't stop." 

"Who wants to stop?" 

She giggled. She knew how to stroke a man's cock: I 
was ready again. 

I wondered if she was really sixteen. It's almost 
impossible to tell a Japanese girl's age. Sometimes 
they act younger than they are because they know a 
fantasy of being teased and tempted by precocious 
little underage sluts stimulates their lovers' lust. 
And the physical self-confidence that had so attracted 
me when I first saw her walking across the garden: did 
that really belong to a sixteen-year-old, even when 
freed from her ugly school uniform and showing herself 
off in sexy heels and nothing else? Perhaps it did: a 
young girl who had already been lucky enough to be 
taught by an older lover how to show herself off nude 
would know how to respond to desire and move well when 
men were watching her. Was she perhaps _younger_ than 
she said, and afraid to admit it in case it got her 
into trouble? I decided to explore further. 

"Still at school?" I asked casually. 

"Yes of course," she said, without seeming to suspect 
my reason for asking. "So I can really only do this 
sort of thing at weekends. During the week I have to 
be a good girl and stick to my lessons and do my 
homework. Then my mother lets me go out with friends 
on Saturday and Sunday. You honestly wouldn't 
recognise me if you saw me with my school uniform 
on." 

"I wouldn't recognise you if I saw you with _any_ 
clothes on." 

She giggled again. 

"What are you going to do when you leave school?" 

"Oh, it's a long story." 

"We've got lots of time. And I'd really like to 
know." 

She curled up on my lap. With the hand that wasn't 
stroking her cunt I caressed her thighs and tickled 
the fold behind her knees. Like most Japanese girls 
she had pretty, plump knees. You seldom see Japanese 
girls with the sort of stringy, bony knees Western 
girls have. They seem to have a little extra strip of 
fat on either side of the kneecap, which makes their 
knees so deliciously round and dimpled. It's one of 
the reasons a Japanese girl looks so enchanting in a 
miniskirt. Or in nothing, of course, like Chiyoko. 

"Well, you remember I told you I love sex?" 

I remembered all right. 

"Uh-huh." 

"Of course I soon had lots of lovers, once the boys 
found out about me. And I was keen to be taught 
everything there was to learn. You know, how to suck a 
cock, the best positions for being fucked in my cunt 
and, well, you know, so on." 

It wasn't easy the way she was sitting on me, but I 
managed to slide my fingers along the damp crack 
between her legs till I could press lightly on her 
arsehole. It was tiny, and firmly closed. 

"Here, too?" I asked. 

She giggled, and wriggled her arsehole delightfully 
against my finger. I took that as meaning yes. 

"Do you enjoy it?" 

"Well, sort of. It's strange. It hurts, but in a 
rather beautiful way, if you know what I mean." 

I took note of the fact that she had discovered pain 
could be beautiful. It opened up possibilities. 

"Anyway," she continued, "I want to keep it small and 
tight as long as I can. My lovers say it's best like 
that. So I only do it on special occasions." 

"Could tonight be a special occasion?" 

She put her arms round my neck and kissed me. I could 
taste a slight hint of the raw-egg flavour of cum 
along with her natural sweetness. 

"I thought you wanted to know what I'm going to do 
when I leave school." 

"Well, go on." 

"Even though I've been learning how to fuck for, well, 
_years_, I've only recently started coming to parties 
like this. One of my older lovers was invited here to 
this house, and brought me." 

I was impressed. She must have been attracting a good 
class of lover. Our hosts, a wealthy American 
businessman and his Japanese partner, didn't invite 
schoolboys - though sexy enthusiastic schoolgirls like 
Chiyoko were always welcome. 

"I didn't really know what to expect - though I 
guessed something special was going to happen when he 
bought me a very sexy dress and a _tiny_ matching 
g-string, and made me promise to wear them with my 
highest heels. In fact I didn't have any heels high 
enough to satisfy him and he bought them for me too. 
I'm wearing them tonight. D'you like them?" 

She stretched out a leg and waggled her slim ankle. I 
could confirm that the shoe did indeed have a 
five-inch spike heel. It was fixed to her foot by a 
band across her toes and a tight, narrow ankle-strap. 
Her nails were neatly painted gold to match. I could 
see I would have to set aside plenty of time for 
sucking and kissing those sweet little gold toes. 

"Very much. They make your legs look great." 

"It was difficult learning to walk in them. But it was 
worth it ..." 

"And your toes are so pretty!" I said. 

She flashed them temptingly at me, then lowered her 
leg and returned to the subject. 

"Of course when I found out what the party was really 
all about, and saw the other girls taking their 
clothes off, I was _so_ happy! I was desperate to join 
in and do it too. Oh, it felt so lovely! Not just 
going almost nude, I mean; being looked at! All those 
men wanting me and watching me as I walked around in 
just my g-string and heels, and pretended not to 
notice the way they looked at me - it made me tingle 
all over with excitement. It was my first time in 
public, you see. _Really_ in public - not just with 
school-friends at the gym after classes. Of course 
they asked me to take off my g-string, and I pretended 
I didn't want to - but of course I _did_ want to! 
Desperately! And when I couldn't bear it any longer, I 
took it off ... I'd never known being nude could be as 
nice as that! It felt _wonderful_! And some of them 
started taking photos of me: _that_ was a thrill! I 
know you'll think I was very naive, but I hadn't 
imagined they'd want to do that. To begin with I just 
walked about naturally and pretended not to notice; 
but then they started asking me to pose in ways they 
especially liked, and I _loved_ doing that!" 

"You're a real little exhibitionist, aren't you?" 

"If that means a girl who enjoys showing herself off 
nude in public, and teasing men and making them all 
want her, then _of course_ I am!" she said severely. 
"That's what I'm trying to tell you! Don't you like 
girls like that?" 

"Certainly I do. And you're very good at it." 

"Well, I think our host thought so, because he told me 
I would always be welcome at his parties. I can come 
any time I like. I don't have to find someone to bring 
me." 

I was even more impressed. Our host had famously high 
standards. 

"What happened to the photos?" I asked. 

"Oh, that was another thrill!" she said. "The next 
week-end, after the party, my lover who had brought me 
here asked me if I'd seen myself on the internet. Of 
course I hadn't, I don't know much about how to use 
it, but he did of course and he showed me - oh, so 
_many_! - pictures of me naked and me being fucked and 
having a lovely time. And he explained how anybody 
anywhere in the world who knew where to find the 
pictures could enjoy looking at me nude. I mean, 
_completely_! Can you imagine how wonderful it feels 
to know that men all over the world are loving you and 
desperate to have you?" 

"I don't know. I've never tried it." 

"Never tried the internet?" she said, puzzled. 

"No, I mean, I've never been wanted by men all over 
the world." 

It fell rather flat. 

"Well, anyway," she continued, "that's when I decided 
what I want to do when I leave school. I want to be a 
nude model, I want to be photographed nude by the best 
photographers, and be desired by men all over the 
world. And I want to act in sex videos, being fucked 
again and again for the camera. And when I'm not doing 
_that_, I'm going to work in those places where men go 
to watch girls take their clothes off, and nude girls 
serve them drinks, and everything ..." Her face 
suddenly looked serious for a moment. "There _are_ 
places like that, aren't there?" she asked anxiously. 
"It's not just a story they make up to sell girls' 
magazines?" 

"Yes, there are," I said. "Lots. Don't worry. 
Especially the places where the girls take their 
clothes off while the men watch." 

"Are the girls _completely_ naked?" she asked 
anxiously. 

"Oh, yes. Certainly at the places I go to. And when 
they're nude they invite the customers up on stage to 
fuck them." 

"Ooohh! How _wonderful_!" she said delightedly, 
obviously imagining herself doing that. 

"The places with nude waitresses are very exclusive 
and difficult to find, because in theory girls aren't 
allowed to be completely nude and in close contact 
with the customers when they are serving them. It's 
supposed to be illegal." 

"Why would anyone want to forbid it?" she asked, 
puzzled. "I can't imagine anything more beautiful." 

"Don't worry. I expect you'll have to start in the 
really sleazy places and work your way up to the nice 
classy ones, but you'll manage." 

"What do you mean by really sleazy places?" 

"Well ... places where you spend all evening going 
from customer to customer, providing the services 
they've ordered." 

"Sounds _lovely_!" she said, picturing it in her 
imagination. "What sort of, er, services do they 
order? Really sexy things? The naughty things I really 
love doing?" 

"Oh, yes," I said. "And some delightful things so 
extreme even you have never thought of them." 

"Oooh! Will you teach me to do those things ... 
whatever they are?" 

"Yes, of course. But you'll have to come to my 
apartment for that. I have a special room for teaching 
you special things - with all the right equipment." 

"Oooh, yes _please_!" 

"And when you've finally got a job as a beautiful nude 
waitress, let me know, and I'll come and be a 
customer." 

She giggled again, then suddenly looked more serious 
than I had seen her look before. 

"I've thought about that a lot," she said, "ever since 
I decided what I wanted to do in life. Sex is too 
beautiful to sell. I'll have to earn my living, of 
course, and if publishers and film companies and 
night-clubs and places like that are willing to pay me 
to show myself off nude and ... and do all these 
lovely naughty things you say I haven't learned about 
yet, there's nothing wrong with that. It's like being 
an actress, after all. But I want everyone to 
understand that I'm not really doing it for money, I'm 
doing it because I love it and _love_ it and can't 
stop ... when a man wants me, I enjoy giving myself to 
him so much ..." 

She scrambled out of our chair and stood up, holding 
out her hands to me. 

"Come along!" she said. "You've had _far_ more than 
twenty minutes. If you aren't ready to fuck me 
_immediately_, I'll go and find a man who is." 

I was ready. 

"Let's go and fuck in the garden," I suggested. 

"All right, but don't forget you _promised_ to let me 
sit on your face," she said severely. 

I stood up too and we embraced. 

"I haven't forgotten. We'll do that first. I'm longing 
to know what your pussy-juice tastes like. I'm sure 
it's good." 

"Most men have been kind enough to praise it, and come 
back for more," she whispered with mock 
submissiveness. "Take me any way you like. Let's 
pretend I'm a waitress in one of those lovely places, 
completely nude, just like I am now, and wanting _so_ 
much to satisfy you. I'm new at the club, and you're 
my first customer. It's my job to do _everything_ you 
ask me to do. I'm a bit shy, but so keen to be a 
success. Would that be a nice game to play?"

"Very nice." 

"And you're going to teach me beautiful ... you know, 
_naughty_ things I've never done before ... aren't 
you? Please? But when you really can't wait a _moment_ 
longer, please pull out of wherever you are and come 
all over my face. I _love_ it when men do that." 

I promised I would. But I also promised myself that 
first I would give equally special attention to many 
other bits of her - starting with each one of those 
tiny gold toes. 


[Next in Part 03: Chapter III: Chiyoko: After the 
Party] 

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