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Journey to the East - Part 6 [MF, Mf, asian]
by Richard Rivers (r_rivers@cryogen.com)
(c) 1997
*
The author does not mind constructive comments. I suppose:
"This is a piece of crap!" is constructive on some level, but
what I have in mind would be more along the lines of
technical pointers or anything that might help future offerings
attain a higher level of craft. Of course compliments are
always welcome.
Richard Rivers
4/98
A JOURNEY TO THE EAST
Day 6, Friday:
The sun sparkled between the outstretched branches
overhead. Another hot and humid day was breaking, the
light gradually penetrating through to the mossy floor of the
forest where I picked my way over uneven terrain, clambering
up the steep hillside that rose behind the house.
I had awakened early with the first light to find Yuko had
gone. The memory of her was already fading, receding as the
mists over the pond recoiled from the rising sun, and my
thoughts turned more towards Satomi; the nagging question
of whether or not she had been watching me the night before
gnawed me pushing aside more pleasant memories of Yuko.
I climbed through the forest almost blindly, groping my way
where there was no path, hoping that I might find some sign
that would prove whether or not she had also passed this way.
The events of the past five days had left me groping for
answers to many of the things I had witnessed. I felt
confused; I didn't understand anything that was going on
around me. The people: Mr Ogawa, Megumi, Satomi, what
were their motives? I felt surrounded, captured, imprisoned
in a world made more of fantasy than reality: surreal. I
couldn't even come close to understanding the people around
me. Every time I came near to grasping at an explanation it
vanished, replaced by another paradox. Picking through the
trees I had no clear idea of what I might accomplish by what I
was doing but I felt driven on by the need to reach out, to find
some physical sign, something that might have a reality
outside this place, anything that might help me get a grasp on
what was happening to me.
When I had climbed through the dense forest for some time
the ground leveled off and I found myself looking down on
the guest house just as I had two nights ago with Satomi, only
this time I was on the other side of the building: my own
window lay below. I gently eased down the slope. The way
was not as easy on this side. If she had come at all Satomi
must have had a difficult time making her way down in the
dark. I studied the mossy ground as I walked, looking for
some sign that another person had come this way. The plants
looked undisturbed, and I realized that the springy ground
showed no trace of my own passage: surely the smaller
Satomi would have left no foot prints either. I stopped for a
moment, despairing of finding any evidence of her passage.
After looking about me in all directions I continued on
glumly, without much hope, simply because I had planned to
go all the way to my window and I lacked the motivation to
think of an alternative.
When I reached my window and looked inside a shiver went
through me: how clearly I could see down into the room. The
futon where I had lain with Yuko seemed so near. It sat in
the center of the small room as if it were the center-piece on a
stage...I thought back over my actions of the night before,
embarrassed by the way I had lost control of myself. Why
had I acted that way, I wondered? What had come over me?
I looked around again, finding no sign of Satomi's presence
here the night before. I breathed a sigh of relief at the
thought that she probably had not been spying on me after all
and that she hadn't seen my foolish display.
Just at that moment I saw it: tied around the base of a small
tree a black silk piece of cloth hanging limply. I recognized it
immediately as the belt from Satomi's robe. I had seen her
undo it twice in the last two days; there was no mistaking it.
I felt extremely self conscious and I looked quickly over my
shoulder as if I might find her still there, still watching me,
but there was nobody in sight. I untied the belt and held it in
my hand. Afraid to move I stood still for a few moments
thinking. I felt guilty but I knew that eventually I would have
to come down from the hill, out of the forest to face Satomi,
Megumi and Mr Ogawa and I felt shame at the way I had
acted the night before. What was worse was that they all
knew, all three of them, I was sure of it. What did they each
think about it, I wondered? Satomi had been right: I had let
her father manipulate me into an uncomfortable position. His
power over me had increased. I was indebted to him. At the
same time I had lowered myself in the eyes of Megumi, and
even though he might not realize it, also his daughter.
I nervously coiled and uncoiled the silk belt around my hands
as I made my way back, anxiously pondering how I would get
through the day. I planned to slip back into my room before
anyone else woke up, perhaps get a little more sleep and then
think about how I would face each of the people I would
surely encounter. I desperately needed some time to be alone,
to think. Emerging from the trees and stepping out onto the
garden path I ran headlong into Megumi.
"You are up early today Mr Sato," she said, wiping
perspiration from her forehead with the back of her hand.
"Going for a walk?"
She gave me a quizzical look, eyebrows raised. My sudden
emergence from the underbrush had surprised her somewhat,
yet she maintained her usual poise and self assured demeanor.
I guessed she had just come back from a morning run from
her out fit: tight fitting black shorts with a matching halter
top that left her midriff bare. As I glanced quickly over her
sweat-soaked body I realized that I was seeing her for the first
time in something other than traditional dress, except of
course when I had seen her with nothing on at all.
"It's too hot to sleep," I answered quickly. "I thought I would
get some air." Her tight fitting clothes framed her body
perfectly, leaving little to the imagination. I felt embarrassed
standing in front of her while she gazed at me calmly: I didn't
know where to look. My eyes darted over her breasts; the
nipples, ringed by halos of perspiration, stood out,
embarrassingly prominent. I quickly raised my eyes to her
face: she was still looking straight at me.
"What a lovely belt," she said.
Blood rushed to my face. I had completely forgotten that I
was still holding it, twisting it nervously around my hand. I
wondered if she recognized it as Satomi's. Perhaps she
assumed Yuko had left it. I quickly stuffed it into my pocket,
a gesture that made me feel all the more guilty. I silently
cursed myself for not having put it out of sight before.
There was an awkward silence. I had just put the belt away:
it would be stupid to refer to it now I thought; but to say
nothing? I had to acknowledge her remark but I couldn't
think of a thing to say. My indecision froze me, speechless.
Then Megumi laughed. "Enjoy the rest of your walk Mr Sato,
but don't get too tired. We have a lot of work to do today. It's
hot!"
She fanned the air in front of her face and set off down the
path, giving me a light pat on the shoulder as she passed.
***
Later that morning Megumi brought me a large stack of
papers, the final set of revisions and instructions from Mr
Ogawa. On top of the pile lay a small envelope with my
name written on it. My curiosity aroused, I picked it up and
turned it over in my hands. Megumi, sensing that I wished to
open the envelope, withdrew discreetly and stood looking out
the large window into the garden.
Inside I discovered another white card, perhaps the very same
one Mr Ogawa had given me the day before. Embarrassed, I
glanced quickly in the direction of Megumi while I slipped
the card into my pocket. She hadn't seemed to notice. I
cleared my throat and noisily began straightening the papers
on my desk to let her know that she could approach, but
instead of turning from the window she stood for a long
moment and continued to look outside.
After what seemed like an interminable wait she turned and
without catching my eye left the room in silence
***
Megumi's sudden exit troubled me and I sat for a long time
pondering what it might mean. She must have known all
along that the envelope contained the white card, I reasoned;
but then why get upset about it? Maybe it had something to
do with Satomi, her belt in my hands that morning? I mulled
over the possibilities, wasting a lot of time, before finally
diving into my work.
Looking at the latest instruction from Mr Ogawa filled me
with dismay: the changes he demanded amounted to an
almost complete reworking of everything I had done so far.
Many of his instructions directly contradicted things he had
asked for previously, and I would have to accomplish it all in
the final two days. I wondered if I would even have time to
get to bed that night for a few hours of sleep; the pleasures of
the white card seemed impossibly unfeasible at that moment.
Perhaps this was Mr Ogawa's idea of a joke I thought bitterly.
Whatever his intent, the effect was to make me angry. I tore
into the stack of papers and tackled the task before me with a
kind of reckless, passionate energy, spurred onward by my
anger. The first time I paused to lift my eyes for a moment's
rest I realized that three hours had gone by. The morning sun
had climbed high overhead and was beating down on the
garden outside my window. This was the hottest, most humid
day so far. I took little notice however and dove back into my
work without even getting up for my customary stretch.
Again I lost myself in my work, completely forgetting
Megumi, Mr Ogawa and Satomi. The strange mental state
that had come over me remained and I found that I was
making better progress than I had expected. I hit upon some
new insights that had previously eluded me. My
breakthroughs greatly speeded my progress and I gained
confidence as I could see the end of the job come closer.
I am not sure how many more hours I worked without
stopping or even looking up when a faint knock at the door
interrupted me. Before I could react, it opened and Satomi
entered, followed immediately by her father.
"Mr Ogawa," I said as I rose from my seat. My back ached as
I stood up. I realized that I had sat hunched over the desk
since morning without moving.
"Please," he answered, raising his hand. "I am sorry to bother
you but Mrs Ogawa and I will be spending the night in the
village. I wanted to see how you were doing before we left. I
know I posed a great many new questions for you at the last
minute. I only wanted to speak to you and make certain that
you had a grasp on it before your final day here."
My new insights excited me, and I was eager to show him
how I had mastered the task. I knew I had probably done
better with it than he could have hoped for.
"Things are very well in order," I said, barely taming the
enthusiasm in my voice. "Here, look." I handed him some of
the pertinent pages and took great satisfaction at seeing his
eyebrows lift in surprise as he scanned them.
"This is very good, excellent in fact. You seem to have found
some real inspiration," he said with admiration. "This
interests me greatly. Would you mind organizing what you
have done so far and delivering it to me before I leave
tonight? I will send Megumi by to help you. I definitely
would like to see this tonight."
"It would be no problem," I answered. For the first time I felt
that I had lived up to or exceeded his expectations of me,
made him proud. I couldn't understand why pleasing him
was so important to me but the fact that he praised me made
me feel a great wave of contentment.
Satomi edged closer to her father and said something to him
in a low voice.
"I am sorry," he said, laughing. "I forgot why I came here in
the first place. I understand you haven't eaten yet today. You
have obviously been working very hard. I have arranged for
my daughter to bring you something here at your desk; she is
not coming with my wife and I to the village tonight so she
can remain for a while to serve you."
"Thank you Mr Ogawa, but that won't be necessary," I began
to protest. The thought of being alone with Satomi made me
uncomfortable; I wanted to put off having to face her now
that I new she had seen me with Yuko last night.
He stopped me: "Please Mr Sato, I insist. It is no trouble at
all." Turning to Satomi he uttered a few words in Japanese
very quickly under his breath and she glided out of the room.
"She will be back in a few minutes," he said, "and soon after
that Megumi will come by to help you organize the papers
and bring them to me. Of course, after that, you still have the
white card."
Bowing slightly, he turned and left the room.
***
I had a very uncomfortable lunch. Satomi chose to give me
the silent treatment when she returned carrying a tray of food.
A few times I tried to start up a conversation with her, about
anything-the weather, the food, where her parents were
going-but each time she met my words with silence. Her eyes
seemed to bore through me as I ate as quickly as I could
under the uncomfortable glare of her disapproval.
I thought to mention last night, the white card, Yuko, or the
fact that I had climbed the hill and found her belt tied there
but I lost my nerve and remained silent. I tried to fathom her
thoughts. What was that look on her face? Each time our
eyes met however it was I who looked away first, guiltily;
tried convicted and sentenced to endure a flaying by those
wide innocent eyes, slicing through me layer by layer, all the
way to my soul.
When I finished, Satomi gathered up the dishes and removed
the tray. After the door closed behind her I took a deep
breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
***
Megumi arrived a short time later to help me organize my
work to deliver to Mr Ogawa. We had a difficult time
deciding exactly what were the most pertinent points to show
him. Everything I suggested seemed wrong to her and she let
me know about it, coldly. Our arguing wasted time and I
grew resentful: I could be working at finishing this right
now, I thought. Instead I was arguing with Megumi over
what to include in a summary that Mr Ogawa would probably
skim over for a few minutes before throwing down on his
bedside table that night.
In the midst of a fairly heated exchange, I felt her hand come
to rest lightly on my shoulder, too lightly for the angry tone of
our words. She was standing behind my chair as she had
been for some time, reaching over me to jab her finger at the
computer screen or grab a loose sheet of paper to wave
angrily before my eyes. Only now she grew quiet, her hand
just softly touching my shoulder, not pressing down on me
but simply coming to rest there as if it was the most natural
thing for her to do.
Her soft touch and the sudden stillness in the room sent a
sweet kind of jolt through me; something between a shiver
and a silky cascade of muscles relaxing, yielding to her
nourishing touch. I had felt so alone, accused, abandoned.
Now the slightest hint of a compassionate gesture from
another human being made me melt.
"Wait a minute, Mr Sato," she said, her voice suddenly much
more quiet; the edge had gone out of it and the deep rich silky
tones I had admired on first meeting her returned. "Lets take
a short break. This is upsetting to me."
I turned, her hand still on my shoulder. I half expected to see
her eyes filled with tears; that is how her voice sounded.
Instead she surprised me: Smiling down at me, her eyes
beamed with an open, innocently playful look, the look that
betrayed her mischievous side.
"Do you want to step outside?" I asked.
No, she nodded and walked over to the couch facing the
window. She sat down and gave the arm of the chair next to
her a light pat. "Why don't we just sit here for a while
instead," she said.
Her manner was so inviting. Over the last few days I had
begun to feel surrounded by disapproval. Mr Ogawa, Satomi
and Megumi had all displayed some sort of dissatisfaction
with me in one way or another. Maybe now the ice was
breaking, I thought. My latest work had pleased Mr Ogawa
and Megumi seemed to be acting more friendly at the
moment. Satomi had given me the cold shoulder but there
was nothing I could do to make her forgive me I decided.
With Megumi warming to me it did not seem to matter that
much anyway.
I sat down and let myself sink back into the chair. I had been
working hard and only when I stopped could I feel how truly
worn out I was. I sighed as I let the soft chair cradle me, my
head falling backwards. Suddenly I was too weary to try to
keep up any semblance of decorum in front of her. Feeling
safe and secure I closed my eyes and before long a had fallen
asleep.
I don't know how long I slept; maybe only half an hour, but
the sound of Megumi shuffling papers around on the desk
awakened me.
"I am sorry to wake you," she said, noticing me. "It is time to
gather all of this together and deliver it to Mr Ogawa."
"But, we never finished..." I started to say. The last thing I
remember was that we had argued over some point or other,
not resolving anything.
"Don't worry about it." She cut me off. "I am just gathering it
all together for Mr Ogawa. He can sort it out himself."
Something in her tone took my by surprise; perhaps a subtle
hint of defiance? I couldn't exactly place it, but her attitude
had changed, very slightly, but enough for me to notice.
Before, she had always been so serious when it came to work,
to Mr Ogawa and his wishes. Her tone of voice now
suggested that she held something in disdain: was it Mr
Ogawa, his seemingly endless and random series of changes
and revisions, or was t it something to do with the project I
did not know about? I couldn't tell what it was but I got the
feeling that somehow we were allies now. Mixed in her tone
of voice was a bit of sympathy, I decided.
I rose and stood next to her while she ordered the papers. I
could smell the scent of her body, the faint hint of
sandalwood or some other fragrance just out of range of my
conscious perception. A few wisps of hair trailed across her
cheek, so black against the whiteness of her skin. They
swayed gently as she leaned to and fro reaching for things on
the desk. I wanted her then. Nothing in the world seemed
more desirable at that moment. Clenching my hands tightly
was the only way I could keep myself from reaching out and
touching her. Everything in my conscious mind wanted to do
it, to reach out to her, yet something held me back; the same
restraint that had always plagued me, and would forever
plague me, come between my desires and their fulfillment.
I struggled with myself in those few moments while she
continued to work as if unaware of me standing beside her. I
couldn't break through whatever it was holding me back.
Was it fear of her disapproval? The possibility that I had
misjudged the situation somehow? The moment stretched on,
frozen; I couldn't break the stasis. This is my life I thought
bitterly. Desire began slowly to transform into despair, that
ever familiar cycle.
Megumi finished organizing the papers for Mr Ogawa. In
desperation, without really thinking what I was doing I drew
the white card out of my pocket and lay it on top of the folder.
If I couldn't reach out to her directly, at least I could make
some small gesture, show her what I was feeling.
"Return this to Mr Ogawa also," I said. Blood rushed to my
face and I turned and looked out the window, towards the
garden.
After a long silence Megumi spoke: "Mr Sato." Her voice
was almost a whisper. "This is not...because of me...is it?"
I turned to look at her. For the first time she seemed to have
lost her poise, her distant serenity. She was blushing, looking
down at the folder with the white card on top as if she could
not bring herself to touch it.
Her embarrassment flustered me. I remained silent.
"Please," she said. "Mr Sato, don't...not because of me.
Please..." Her eyes grew large, glistening with tears. She
gently tilted the folder, causing the white card to slide down
onto the desk top.
The delicate motion, her soft words and her tears had crushed
me more effectively than the cruelest hammer blow. I knew
she hadn't meant it that way; she had been as gentle as she
could. Picking up the folder she brought it to her side,
readying herself to leave.
Still caught up in the powerful force of my feelings, unable to
say anything, I picked up the card and tore it in three pieces
that fluttered to the floor where I dropped them.
Turning swiftly away, Megumi left the room.
***
After dinner that evening I grew restless; sitting at my desk I
tried to read but couldn't concentrate. I got up and paced my
room for a few minutes before it dawned on me that my work
here had essentially finished. Mr Ogawa had gone for the
night. He could look over what I had done and make a few
minor revisions still, but to insure that I completed and
wrapped everything by the end of tomorrow he couldn't be too
extravagant in his requests for changes this time; not if he
wanted a nicely finished product.
The realization made me even more agitated. I felt I was just
killing time here. I couldn't get anything done tonight and
there just wasn't much to do around here other than work.
For me the peace and serenity of the place had completely
vanished. Instead of feeling relaxed and rejuvenated by the
atmosphere I felt nervous, trapped. Megumi: why had she
been crying at our last conversation? Was it the white card,
or the fact that I refused it? Feeling hemmed in and bored,
with nothing to do, I was beginning to regret making that
noble gesture. What was I trying to prove anyway? And to
whom? Mr Ogawa didn't even know of my refusal since the
pieces of the torn card still lay in the waste basket in the
library.
Another thought occurred to me: he didn't know, couldn't
know that I had refused the white card. In that case he must
have arranged for Yuko to be here again tonight. She didn't
stay here. I had never seen her around the grounds or in the
house which meant that she had to come in from the outside,
an arrangement Mr Ogawa would have had to make. Ah, but
what if Megumi handled the details? She seemed to know all
about it, or at least she second guessed it the last time. I
couldn't be sure. This might be a matter that Mr Ogawa
would see to himself, to see to the comfort of his guest
personally.
I thought back to last night with Yuko: the sweet smell of her
body, the heaviness of her breasts and thighs pressed against
me. Alone in my room with nothing to do I kicked myself for
tearing up that card. Megumi had told me clearly that I
should stay away, as far as anything physical went, and
Satomi had stopped speaking to me. There was definitely
nothing I could do now except try to find out if Yuko was
around anywhere. I might still be able to rescue the evening I
decided. My spirits grew lighter.
It was hot even though the sun had gone down. The night
would be hot and humid again. I opened my window and felt
the faintest breeze waft across my face. The moist air moved
sluggishly, carrying with it the rich smells of the garden.
I left my room and almost immediately the absurdity of my
plan struck me. What was I to do, knock on every door and
see if Yuko answered? I stopped and stood for a moment
outside of my room in the hallway. The other alternative was
to sit here or just inside my door waiting for her to come
looking for the card; when she didn't see it I could step out
and tell her that I would like her company tonight after all.
Standing and waiting out in the hallway seemed ridiculous
and the thought of spending another minute cooped up in my
room was unbearable. I decided to wander through the guest
house and simply see what I would see. Perhaps I would run
into Yuko, or at least find some sign of her.
I wandered the hallways of the empty guest house pausing at
each door to listen for a moment. The servants must stay
somewhere it occurred to me, but where? In this house? The
place seemed deserted. Lights dimmed for the night lent an
eerie glow to shadowy corridors that twisted and turned
around the house. I didn't hear a sound other than my own
slippers padding on the wooden floor.
At the far end of the house at last I heard something: a faint
murmuring coming from behind one of the doors. There
were two voices; a man and a woman, alternating. A few
words, then a pause, then a few more. I couldn't make out
what they were saying. I stood still listening for a long time;
their softly buzzing voices had a hypnotic effect on me.
This hallway was the mirror image to my own I realized. I
had passed completely through the guest house to the far side.
I remembered the image of the house as I had seen it from
above. This had to be Megumi's room.
Careful not to make a sound I turned and retraced my steps
out of the house and into the garden. I am not certain when it
consciously occurred to me that I would climb the hill behind
the house and take my place outside her window. Perhaps it
never did emerge in so concrete a form, yet I found myself
moving along the same path I had walked with Satomi,
climbing the hill, then descending beneath the overhanging
eaves.
The glow from the open window illuminated the ledge with a
strange bluish light, almost as if there was a television on
inside. It relieved me not to see Satomi already sitting there:
She must have gone away with her parents after all thought
with relief.
Megumi and the stranger were reclining side by side on the
futon when I looked down on them. They wore matching
robes of thin white linen tied with black belts, there hair
glistened, wet, as if they had come from a swim or the
shower. The candle light flickered over them, softening the
outlines of their bodies; the fabric of their garments flowed
over them like water and rejoined the cool whiteness of the
sheets. Deep shadows were in the folds, creeping back and
forth as gentle wafts of air made the candles dance.
Again I could here their voices murmur. Laying side by side
with their heads propped on folded arms; they looked so
serene. I feared I had come too late for they seemed as if they
were enjoying a moment of post coital bliss, the warm
afterglow of passion rather than still stoking its flames. They
murmured back and forth for a few minutes more while I
strained to hear. Whether they gradually spoke louder or I
grew accustomed to the sounds of their voices I do not know,
but I began to distinguish a few words of their conversation.
A few scraps of phrases floated out the open window to me
and on out into the still night air.
She: "...yes, yes..."
He: "Megumi, I promise..."
"...not now..."
"..."
"Not right away. Please?"
"Of course...you know..."
"...I will try..."
"...trust me.."
He reached for her and they kissed, a long hungry kiss, arms
and legs twining around each other, and I realized that I was
not too late after all.
Her long hair cascaded over them. Briefly I caught sight of
her ear, a flushed cheek, the edge of her lips, cresting through
her hair which, flowing, was in constant motion about them.
He gently grasped her chin with one hand while pushing
aside the strands with the other revealing her face, pale and
white, radiant in the dim light as the moon is when it passes
from behind a solitary cloud in the blackest night sky.
He kissed her more deeply, then moved down her body to
untie her belt. I heard her breathe deeply as the knot came
untied and he exposed her body. Gently he lifted the robe off
her shoulders and held it as she slipped her arms out.
In the dim light her skin looked pale, milky white. Her
nipples stood out from her small breasts, dark circles on a
white background. The candle light flickered over the deep
shadows on her body, at her navel, between her thighs. The
man didn't pause to admire her body: he could move more
than his eyes over that smooth skin, do more than imagine
the taste and feel of those hard nipples thrust upward as if
begging to be encircled. Leaning over her he kissed her
breasts, one after the other, lingering there. I could see his
tongue making small circles around each nipple, then his lips,
closing, hid the small bud from my sight. Moving down her
body he kissed his way over her ribcage, past her navel and
into the dark patch of hair below. Then he positioned himself
between her legs, parting them with a gentle hand on each
knee, pushing them upward, apart.
She brought her hands to her face and I heard a muffled gasp
from between them; her belly heaved with slow elastic
motions as her partner pleasured her. Slowly her hands
moved to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing, pushing the
hardened nipples upward as she arched her back, turning her
face away from me.
The man released her knees and let his hands slide upward to
grasp her hips, holding her more firmly against his face. She
writhed, a captive of his embrace, struggling as if the pleasure
he gave would overwhelm her, sweep her away. Her thighs
came together on either side of his head, gripping him. I saw
her ankles cross on his back; now he became the prisoner.
Arching her entire body she pulled herself up against him,
her pelvis rising off the mat. I could see the muscles along
the outside of her thigh stretch and tighten: the hard sinews
of her body showing through that smooth creamy skin.
Both bodies strained against each other. Megumi let out little
cries in rhythm to some subtle motions her partner made that
I could not see. She shuddered, holding on to one long drawn
out "Aahhhhh..." Pushing his head away with her hands she
closed her thighs. Squeezing them together she made small
jerky pelvic thrusts against the mat while her partner stroked
her belly and breasts.
"Oh, I'm coming..." I heard her say amidst a series of other
sounds that were something between moans, cries and deep
gasps for breath.
"Megumi, Megumi," he was saying over and over. His tone
soothing as his hands gently stroked and calmed her heaving
body. "You are so beautiful."
At that moment I became aware of someone quite close beside
me.
I started physically. Almost forgetting myself I came close to
crying out. Satomi had edged her way next to me at some
point. Lost as I was in watching the lovers below I hadn't
even noticed when she arrived.
My startled reaction took her by surprise. Her head turned
swiftly towards me. Her eyes, wide and staring, fixed on me
for a long moment with a look that I couldn't fathom: a look
between surprise and anger, yet I also sensed that beneath it
all something had amused her.
We could not risk speaking and Satomi turned away from me,
returning her gaze to the open window. I stared at her profile
for a long time but she pointedly ignored me, continuing to
stare into the room.
When I looked away from Satomi I saw Megumi and the man
had switched positions. He lay on his back while she knelt
beside him. Arching her fingers, she gently racked her nails
across his chest and belly, one hand following the other, like
a cat pawing the ground in a slow sensual motion.
Then she grasped his penis with one hand and squeezed.
Already highly aroused, he swelled even more between her
slender fingers; the dark engorged head stood out almost
obscenely against her light skin. He let escape a long low
groan. Megumi relaxed her grip and stroked him gently,
tugging at him, coaxing him harder.
The sight of Megumi ministering to the man in that way
affected me powerfully. I couldn't hold back my own arousal.
I hoped that I could somehow keep Satomi from noticing.
Megumi slipped between his legs in one supple fluid motion,
so quickly, as if she had always been there. Her hair spilled
over him and he groaned more loudly when her mouth or
tongue made contact.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Satomi take a deep
breath. A moment later I felt her hand slide to her side, then
creep up onto my thigh. I quickly moved my own hand to
grasp hers, to stop her from going farther, but something in
me softened. Her skin felt cool and soft through the thin
fabric of the robe and her motion, sliding so shyly onto me, as
a small animal does when seeking warmth and shelter, made
me reconsider. I did not lift her hand away and a reckless
idea occurred to me: if she wants to play with fire I thought,
let her. Relaxing my grasp I left her hand resting lightly on
my thigh and returned my attention to the scene below.
Megumi's partner reached down and parted her hair, lifting it
back up over her shoulders, revealing her face. Her lips were
firmly gripping his penis.
"Do you mind if I watch?" he asked.
Without taking her mouth off him she shook her head: no.
Her eyes had lifted briefly to catch his. Her arched eyebrows
and the little furrow between them gave her the look of
someone astonished, or in wonder. Those eyes, limpid, their
moistness catching the dim candle light and sending a beam
radiating outward, seemed to look past her partner's face,
upward, through the window, directly into mine. She held
that look for just an instant longer than seemed natural, an
instant long enough for the realization to strike me like
lightning: she knows I'm here, I thought.
The shock of that realization made my entire body stiffen.
Satomi felt it and turned towards me. Did Satomi see that
look too? Our yes met but we couldn't speak for fear of
announcing ourselves. I wondered if it really mattered any
more, yet I remained silent as I looked at Satomi who had
fixed me with a look of serious concern.
Megumi lowered her yes again. Her brows now knit together
as she made slow nodding motions up and down on the man's
penis giving her an expression as if she was deep in
contemplation, pondering, all the while slowly nodding in
assent: yes, yes, yes...
She withdrew her mouth, gently holding him at the tip
between her thumb and forefinger while her tongue slid up
and down the length of him. Then her head went lower,
disappearing into the shadows between his thighs. He spread
his legs wider and I could see the muscles of his chest and
stomach tighten as he moaned.
"Ah...yes...yes...lick my balls..."
He let out a deep breath, as if the sweetness of her touch had
deflated him completely.
When her head reemerged from between his legs she released
her soft grip on him, but he had grown harder, and now his
stiff penis stood upward on its own, twitching. She didn't
touch him then. Holding her face close she must have been
letting her cool moist breath caress him. He swelled visibly,
straining upward, craving her touch, needing it; his
increasing arousal bringing him closer, ever closer to her
waiting mouth while she held herself tantalizingly just out of
reach, watching him, willing him to grow larger, coaxing him
upward with her breath alone.
She held herself that way for a long time and I began to feel
the stirrings of my own arousal. The weight of Satomi's hand
on my thigh suddenly seemed heavy, damp. The coolness of
her palm sank into my thigh and spread through my crotch.
She is only a few inches away I thought, wondering if from
under the thin robe my growing erection might actually
brush against her splayed fingers resting there. I felt myself
becoming harder, straightening. My penis like a shark that
arches its back and stiffens before the attack glided silently as
it slid along under the cloth of my robe, her fingers, unaware,
dangling just above.
Megumi had risen from between the man's legs and was
kneeling beside him.
"Now...what you have wanted before...I will do it for you,"
she said demurely, her eyes flickering over the body of her
lover and quickly, ever so quickly, upward at the open
window.
I empathized with her having been in a similar position the
night before with Yuko: wondering if Satomi was watching
us, going back and forth in my mind whether or not she was,
and in the end losing my inhibitions more completely because
I thought I might have an audience.
What would she do for him, I wondered? What did she
mean? The night stilled; there was an air of expectation, and
the potentiality was more arousing to me than anything I had
seen so far. It occurred to me that what she would do for him
she would do at least in part because of me. My feeling of
arousal grew more powerful and my stirring penis brushed
against Satomi's hand so lightly that she didn't seem to
notice.
***
In the room below Megumi knelt beside her partner who
reclined with his arms folded behind his head. She reached
for something beside the bed, a small bottle or jar: I couldn't
quite make it out. After applying some of the contents to her
hands she leaned over and grasped him in her hands and
began stroking him, slowly, methodically, up and down the
length of his shaft. I could see his skin glistening, shining in
the candle light as Megumi rubbed him with some kind of oil.
He let out a long deep breath as she continued to stroke him.
I felt my own arousal heighten in consort with what I was
seeing, powerless to stop myself from getting a more powerful
erection even as it became obvious to Satomi. Her hand
stayed where it was, resting lightly on my thigh, and it was I
who increased the pressure against her. Through the thin
fabric that separated us her hand felt cool against my hot
throbbing flesh.
Satomi's hand remained still as she felt my stirrings. Without
looking at her directly I knew when she became aware of
what was happening: her hand seemed to grow more heavy
on my thigh, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed her
breathing grow more rapid and deep. Then she moved,
seeking the folds of the robe in my lap, her hand shyly slipped
between them and I felt her coolness against my thigh.
Below us Megumi continued stroking her partner. My vision
blurred and the image of Satomi's hand on my thigh filled my
mind so that I almost ceased to be aware of the world around
me.
This is such a forbidden thing, I thought, as Satomi fumbled
with the fly of my underpants. Somewhere in the back of my
mind the nagging question of whether or not I should stop her
arose. What was I doing, letting her touch me in that way?
Where would it lead? But I had let it go too far already and a
kind of fatigue had come over me; it was nothing physical, I
was wide awake, but a kind of moral weariness had taken
hold. I no longer had the strength to resist the temptation any
longer. The small voices of protest receded into the
background, overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure and relief
as Satomi finally freed me from my strained confinement and
wrapped her soft cool fingers around me.
Through the window I was only vaguely aware of seeing
Megumi turn over on her stomach and place two pillows
under her pelvis, raising her behind off the mat. The man
knelt behind her and gently parted her legs.
"I give you my most delicate flower," she said. "Be gentle
with me."
He leaned over her and kissed her shoulder.
Satomi released me as it became obvious to us both what they
were about to do. Her hand, still between the folds of my
robe, withdrew back to my thigh as we both returned our
attentions to the scene below.
The scene in the room came more sharply into focus. I
looked at Megumi: waiting, she had placed herself completely
at the mercy of her lover; and at him: he knelt poised eagerly
behind her, and now that I knew its intended target his erect
penis took on a different aspect, blunt and sinister as he held
himself, pointing outward and towards her small opening.
With one hand he positioned himself, disappearing into the
shadowy cleft between her thighs. The muscles in his legs
tensed as he thrust forward and Megumi let out a soft cry:
"Ai...!"
Beside me Satomi took a deep breath, a sharp hissing
inhalation that made her chest rise abruptly. She held her
breath and I felt her fingers grip my thigh more tightly.
"Megumi, is it too much...should I stop?" he asked, leaning
over her.
"No...I want all of it," she whispered, a raspy edge to her
voice. "Just be slow..."
Again he thrust himself against her. Megumi let out a long
"Ohhhh..." as he slowly pushed himself all the way into her.
They remained still for a moment.
"Megumi...Megumi," his voiced was low and throaty. "You
feel incredible. Am I hurting you?"
She turned her head, craning her neck, to look back up at
him: "I'm OK."
"Can I fuck you?" His voice, strangled had almost
disappeared.
"Yes...fuck me...please." She turned her head away, laying
her forehead on the mat, a gesture of submission that sent a
surge through me.
Eagerly he began slowly pushing himself against her, and
each time he thrust into her she let out a faint cry.
"Ai!...Ai!...Ai!..."
"You're so tight," he gasped. "I'm not going to last long." His
motions grew quicker, more emphatic as he let his body drape
over hers, letting his full weight bear down on her.
Beside me Satomi seemed to have gotten over the surprise she
felt. Her hand sought me out again and her fingers softly
grasped me. The touch of her smooth skin on me sent a sweet
shock wave through my body. I swelled between her fingers
and she responded by gripping more tightly.
Rather than pleasuring me she seemed to be exploring. The
sensation of touching a man was new to her and her fingers
moved over me delicately, trying to define for her what they
felt. She grasped the head lightly and one finger found the
opening, tracing around it, then around the ridge and down
the soft underside. Circling me between thumb and
forefinger she squeezed at several points, feeling my reaction
as more blood surged in and I grew stiffer in her hand. A
more experienced woman might have gone about stroking me
more purposefully, trying to make me come quickly, but
Satomi had her own curiosity to satisfy first. Her shy
examination was something I had never experienced before.
The intensity of the pleasure I felt was only a by product of
her explorations, yet I felt incredibly stimulated, to the point
where I thought I might lose myself completely under her
feathery touch.
"Megumi...Megumi..." the man repeated over and over. The
muscles of his thighs and buttocks were clenching and
unclenching as he held himself pressed all the way inside her
and rocked his body against hers. Passion had overtaken him
completely. He had lost control. I understood something in
that moment: Megumi's sweet submission, her total
subjugation to the desires of her lover had in the end turned
the tables. She was really the one in control. My eyes
traveled to her face; her eyes, so serene, had fallen lightly
closed, and on her lips a faint smile played.
"Oh, you're squeezing it out of me. I can't hold on any more."
Her lover bucked wildly.
"Don't hold it. I want you to come," she cooed back at him,
and the sweet insistence of her tone sent him over the edge.
He shuddered and held himself rigid against her, twitching
violently as the spasms of his orgasm wracked him.
"Oh god!" he moaned and let his body drape heavily onto
hers while she wriggled beneath him, clenching and
unclenching her body around him, wringing as much pleasure
out of him as she could.
Seeing the couple below in the throes of orgasm inspired
Satomi. Her grip on me grew firmer, and at last she began
stroking me with a firm steady rhythm. I realized that
although she had never been with a man before she must have
seen enough of Megumi and her lovers to know what I would
need at this point.
I realized also then, that like the man in the room below me,
now oozing out the last drops of his spent passion, I too had
surrendered myself to a soft and inexorable touch. I looked
into Satomi's eyes as she stroked me; deep in thought she
looked, soaking up the novel sensations, feeling for the first
time the power that pleasure could have over a man. I felt the
familiar tingling sensation, and I knew I couldn't hold back
any longer. My body went rigid and a large sticky jet of come
spurted against the fabric of my robe. It took all of my self
control not to let out an audible groan as I writhed silently.
Satomi continued stroking me. I do not think she was aware
of the fact that I was coming at first for she reacted with
surprise when the sticky wetness flowed down over her hand.
She gave a small start and released me. I could feel her
rubbing her fingers together, feeling the constancy of my
semen. Still throbbing with pleasure, I longed for her to
grasp me again but she had become to engrossed with the
sticky fluid on her fingers to pay any more attention to me.
***
"I've never seen her do...that before," Satomi stammered,
sounding again like a young girl and not someone who had
just minutes before grasped me in a most intimate way. Even
in the dim moonlight reflecting off the pond I could see her
fidget. She is thinking about a certain part of her body in an
entirely new way, I realized. I'm sure the thought never
occurred to her before tonight, about the other ways in which
two bodies might fit together.
"It seemed like it was something special for her to do..." my
voice trailed off. I thought back over what we had just seen:
Megumi offering herself to her lover; her soft cries, a mixture
of pleasure and pain. Then of course there was Satomi. She
seemed to be waiting for something, restless. I didn't know
what to do. Apologize? Did she want me to invite her back
to my room now? I knew her parents were away, but surely
they had servants in the main house, someone who would
notice her absence all night.
Behind the house she had carefully wiped her hand of on the
edge of my robe then quickly slipped away up the hill. Not
sure why I, I followed her until we were both standing beside
the pond in the garden where we stood, speaking softly.
I suddenly felt embarrassed by what had happened, and also
responsible for her. She is after all only sixteen, I thought. I
am her first, at least as far as it has gone. To some men this
might be a dream come true it occurred to me, but at that
moment I felt a great wave of guilt over again having lost my
self control in front of her.
Faintly in the distance a bell tolled.
"Listen," Satomi hissed. "It's midnight!"