I wrote this story a few years back, it was a labour of love at the time and to this day Akimo holds a very special place in my heart.
Geisha (芸者?), geiko (芸子) or geigi (芸妓) are traditional Japanese female entertainers who act as hostesses and whose skills include performing various Japanese arts such as classical music, dance and games.
Arriving in Osaka….Flight BA908 touched down in Kensai International Airport. It had been a long flight and Sam looked forward to a shower and a few hours sleep. He had slept on the plane but it was never the same no matter how comfortable those luxury seats seemed. This was his first time in Japan, a business trip but one of pleasure too he hoped. A single man, working in the travel industry, previously a holiday representative in his twenties, Sam had lived life to the full. Now in his early thirties he had started to settle down, writing for a holiday magazine, this trip being a perk of the job.
He picked up his suitcase and followed the signs to get the bus. He was booked into The Ritz Carlton, by all accounts a wonderful example of Japanese hospitality in the hotel world. His email directed him to the Herbis Osaka bus stop. He picked up the courtesy phone and waited for assistance as instructed. This was all part of the job, as a normal tourist he would normally just have made his own way. He was writing for the magazine so he had to get his facts correct.
He checked into the hotel. The old world beauty of the décor stunned him. He had requested a Japanese suite when booking. The receptionist called a porter to help Sam with his small case. Did they know he wrote for a magazine or was the courtesy extended to all one-bagged travellers?
The porter placed Sam’s suitcase down beside the futon. Discreetly he tried to tip the young man as he took in the splendor of the room. The porter refused; how refreshing, Sam thought. The room was exactly as described, a Japanese suite. There was no bed but a futon. In the corner of the room a kimono draped on a stand. The shijobi screens separated the bathroom and bedroom, but more importantly he had a view of downtown Osaka. The bathroom had a bath and a separate shower. The review of the hotel would be an easy job.
It was now late afternoon. Sam ran a bath, he wanted a shower, but decided a bath would help him relax more. Now unsure if he could sleep he would go and get something to eat.
He undressed, throwing his pale blue t-shirt to the ground. His thumbs hooked into his jog pants, not his normal attire but comfortable for flying. He tested the water with his hand. Dropping his boxers, he stood naked; six foot tall, broad shoulders, his torso muscular. The young man was single with a long string of failed relationships behind him. He could never settle and this affected his relationships. He had yet to meet the girl who would settle him for good.
Sam stepped into bath; the erotic surroundings captured his mind. He could see the kimono hanging in the other room through the opening in the screens. It was brightly coloured orange, with birds and clouds decorating the lower part of the long sleeved gown. He had done some brief research before his trip, the mystique around the Geisha being of high interest. His thoughts turned to the Geisha. How would it feel to have a Geisha help him bathe? His research taught him that this was one of their many duties. The research had also revealed that early Geisha or courtesans were male. Sam was a man’s man and the slow stirring in his loins stopped at the thought of a man bathing him.
He lay back in the granite tub, his eyes closed, as the warm water encased his tired body. He began to undress a young woman in his mind; he removed her small petite body from the kimono that hung in the adjoining room. He stood behind her, his lips kissed her neck. He unpinned her flowing locks and as her hair fell down her back, his cock stiffened in his hand, the steady stroke of his hand up along his now thick erect penis. The warmth of the water made him relax into his masturbation, it wasn't intentional. He knelt upright and ran the taps heating up the now lukewarm water; he tested it with his wrist then slowly began to rock himself in and out of the warm stream of water. This added sensation to his now explosive cock, as it brought him over the edge. The intense orgasm swept through his body, his deep shallow murmurs muffled into his chest as it slowed. He lay back, gaining some composure before reaching for a towel, his now semi hard erection floated in the warm bath. He raised himself from the water and stepped onto the soft bathmat.
The guide......The writer walked across the tatami mats, droplets of water falling from his naked skin. The hotel phone rang. Sam answered "Hello."
A softly spoken Japanese woman spoke. “Moshi moshi, Mr McGuire, welcome to Osaka.” His mind now focused on the conversation, his erection slowly subsided. “My name is Kikuyu, I shall be your guide while you stay in Osaka.”
He listened to her welcoming voice. A brief conversation about his flight and was his hotel what he had hoped ensued. His inquisitive mind wondered what her name meant, being so bold, he asked.
“Oh it means chrysanthemum,” a slightly bemused Kikuyu replied. “Have you eaten, Mr McGuire?"
"Please call me Sam. No, I haven't eaten."
"Could we meet for dinner, Sam? We can work out what you would like to do and see?"
"Fantastic," he replied. "I'll see you in the hotel foyer in about 30 minutes, is that alright with you, Kikuyu?"
"Yes, I shall wear a chrysanthemum," she gently giggled down the phone. "Sayonara Sam, see you soon."
He wondered what she would look like; she sounded quite sweet on the phone. His semi hard cock was speaking to him again, he was still aroused and hearing her voice hadn't really helped him at all.
Sam walked from the elevator, the foyer was busy. How would he spot a chrysanthemum in this chaos? His height gave him an advantage, or so he thought, as he felt a gentle tap on his arm.
"Konbanwa, Sam, I'm Kikuyu," she lowered her head as if to bow but not completely.
He offered his hand out to her. "Where's your chrysanthemum?"
As she took his hand in hers, she shyly giggled, "I was joking, Sam." It broke the awkwardness of two strangers meeting for the first time as they both laughed.
"Are you hungry, Sam?"
He was hungry, but not just for food. He was mesmerized by her sultry beauty. She wore no make up, her sallow complexion was clear. Her dark brown eyes would melt a man’s heart. He replied, "Yes I'm ravenous."
She smiled, her small petite figure looking up at him. "Let’s go eat."
They walked along the colourful streets. They reached the restaurant. Kikuyu removed her shoes as they entered, Sam following her direction. They were shown to their seating area. Sam’s tall frame wasn't built for sitting on chairs with no legs. Kikuyu smiled as Sam tried to sit down without making himself look foolish. A young woman dressed in a kimono served them sake; it had an acquired taste, as Sam discovered, but he wanted to try it all. It was the only way he could put together an honest piece of writing for his editor.
The evening passed at a steady pace. Sam was really enjoying Kikuyu's company, a good thing as they were to spend the best part of the next few days together, before Sam returned to England. They discussed the places that Kikuyu would show him. It was decided that they would visit the Umeda Sky Building the next morning, followed by a visit to one of Osaka's multitude of shopping districts.
Kikuyu had a sense of humour, which Sam found very attractive. She was 27 years old. Quite petite, she had shoulder length hair, deep chocolate brown in colour, her eyes a similar hue. Sam couldn't help but notice her breasts. She had the smallest waist he had ever seen on a woman. He didn't normally like skinny women, but with Kikuyu there was something different. Was it his insatiable sexual appetite speaking? He tried to keep his mind on the evening and not on her chest, which proved to be difficult as she sat directly opposite him in a tank top that crossed over just at that point where a woman’s curves meet. She hadn't noticed him staring at her, almost undressing her. She laughed as he struggled once again with the chopsticks, dropping noodles over his khaki chinos for the umpteenth time.
"Are you married, Kikuyu?" out of the blue he asked.
"No, I am single, enjoying my career," she happily replied. "You, Sam?" she asked.
"No, I've never settled, my career also taking pole position."
"Grand Prix," she teased, again amusing him with her intelligent humour.
He drank more sake. Sam had taken to the rice wine with a great ease.
"Maybe we should get you back to the hotel, Sam; we have a busy few days ahead." Sam agreed, as he clumsily rose from the floor. Kikuyu, well rehearsed, glided to her feet.
The hustle of Osaka hadn't diminished in the few hours that had passed. Sam stooped to tie his lace on his shoe. He lifted his head, Kikuyu walked in front slowly; he watched her tiny physique sway gently as she took a few slow steps. She wore a knee-length skirt; her tiny waist still enthralled Sam. The streetlights shone in the dark tresses of her hair. 'Why oh why does she have to be so damn cute,' he thought as he straightened up.
She glanced back as if she heard his thoughts. Smiling, she asked, "Do you have a good view of the city, Sam?”
"Yes, would you like to see it?" he hastily responded. The sake had gone to his head.
"I don't think that would be a good idea, Sam, it’s late."
It wouldn't be the first brush off he had. He didn't show his disappointment, replying, "You're right."
They reached the front of the hotel; they confirmed the time once again for the morning.
"Oyasuminasai, Sam, Mata ashita." He looked at her, puzzled but knowing it was probably goodnight. She smiled. “Goodnight Sam, see you tomorrow."
Sam woke from his slumber; sleepily he reached for his phone to see what time it was. He lowered his hand to his groin. His morning wood greeted him with intensity, as if he hadn't masturbated the night before. He had fallen asleep almost immediately as his head hit the soft pillow on his futon. He opened his eyes a little more, 6.25 am; dropping the phone to his side and rubbing his erection; he had an hour before Kikuyu would meet him in the foyer.
The lovely Kikuyu… his thoughts drifted to her breasts. They had to be at least a 32C, not huge for a typical western woman. Kikuyu was quite tiny, so to Sam her orbs looked wonderful.
How good they felt as he nuzzled his head against them, the feel of the soft skin against his slight facial stubble. The roughness of his tongue lapped upwards across the nipple, sucking it slowly back into his mouth. The dryness of his lips covered her areola as his hand fondled his hardness. Tasting her in his mouth excited him. He circled his palm firmly around his shaft and began pumping his cock slowly with thoughts still of Kikuyu and her breasts.
Sam threw back the light cover. The slight chill of the air against his naked skin, as his hand lowered to the rippled sac, tugging at the fullness, he continuously stroked the shaft, carefully avoiding the head. The longer his hand could stay away from the throbbing tip, the more intense the orgasm. Unable to hold off, he gently eased his foreskin between his index and middle finger and began to bring his thick cock off gently. His body arched, as the skilled hand wrapped tightly around the erupting member, stroking harder. The rupture of hot spunk burst onto his stomach. Slowly he eased his cock through his firm fingers, ensuring each last drop of his cum was not wasted. The moans exhausted from his lips over her breast as his release slowed. His wank hadn't lasted long but he was satisfied as he rolled over and closed his eyes.
"Fuck!" Sam cried as he woke, he had fallen back into a deep sleep, it was nearly 8.00am. He hurriedly grabbed a shower and as he got dressed he smiled, thinking back to his early morning masturbation. Would he ever fuck her? His phone rang. 'Shit I'm late now.' He didn't answer but made his way to the foyer as quickly as possible. "Good morning Kikuyu, I'm sorry I slept late."
"That’s all right, let’s get on," she replied.
They made their way to the train station. Travelling around Osaka was easier by train and much cheaper than taxi. The morning moved along at a steady pace. Kikuyu pointed out various things to Sam as they ventured around. He took notes to keep track. He could polish them up later, when he returned to the hotel.
The Umeda Building was an experience. Sam had never thought of himself afraid of heights until he experienced the walk across the observatory platform. The views were stunning.
Kikuyu suggested a visit to Osaka Castle, as the visit to Umeda had gone quicker than expected. "Osaka Castle was built in the sixteenth century," Kikuyu flawlessly delivered her knowledge yet again to Sam. They walked around the monumental grandeur, situated in the splendour of Osaka. He listened intently, taking each word in. She pointed out the various stages of its history through the centuries. Kikuyu continued, "In April, during cherry blossom season Osakans come here to picnic."
Sam interrupted, "Speaking of food, it’s lunchtime, would you like to grab something to eat?"
Kikuyu looked at her watch, it was approaching 12.45pm. "Let’s finish with a few photographs and we will go to my aunt’s home."
Sam, bewildered, nodded and followed Kikuyu.
The introduction....Kikuyu’s aunt Ayemeko lived in Kitashinchi, a popular late night entertainment area. She was 15 years old when her mother sent her to Osaka to become a shikomi, the first stage of training as a geisha or geiko as they are known in Osaka. Ayemeko, meaning child of the Iris, was now a one-san, a senior geisha, one who teaches others to become geisha, which can take years.
"She never married," Kikuyu informed Sam, who had listened to the history of Kikuyu’s aunt. "In my aunt’s home you will see various stages of geisha. It is becoming quite rare in modern times for young women to become geisha."
Sam had always found the whole mystery of geisha very erotic and now he was going to meet one; albeit she was in her 50's. "Did you ever want to become a geisha?" Sam asked Kikuyu.
"Oh no, never," she laughed. "I do not have the will power of the ladies that choose to.”
Her coyness was endearing, he was completely enthralled by her charm. They arrived at the okiya, Ayemeko’s home, the exterior giving the impression it was quite small. Kikuyu directed Sam to remove his shoes as he entered the doorway. He had to stoop down a little, as the architrave was quite low. As he lifted his head he was greeted by Ayemeko; her beauty took his breath away.
"Kon-nichiwa," she bowed her head.
Sam replied "Kon-neecheewow." Kikuyu and Ayemeko laughed. "I'll get it correct by the time I go home," he embarrassedly retorted.
"Yokoso.”
“Welcome,” Kikuyu relayed to Sam.
The pleasantries out of the way, Ayemeko offered them tea. They stepped up onto a raised floor area, which like his room back in the hotel was covered in tatami mats. Sitting down on the floor, his height once again caused him some embarrassment. Kikuyu leaned over to ask him was he comfortable; he graciously said "Yes."
The conversation flowed back and forth between the three of them. The screens slid back and as Kikuyu continued to speak to her aunt, Sam looked across the room. There in front of him, a young woman of about 20, he thought, stood from a kneeling position. Her complexion was flawless, her body as petite as Kikuyu’s, only her breasts weren’t noticeable in her kimono. She shuffled along in her tabi covered feet, pausing to bow before she knelt down again graciously.
"This is Akimo."
She lifted her head. Glancing across to Sam, the young vision smiled and bowed.
“Akimo is maiko, Sam.” He had learned so much in the small amount of time he had been here. “Maiko are geisha in training,” continued Kikuyu.
Sam listened intently as he looked at Akimo. Her hair was tied back tightly in to a chignon, her skin crystal clear. An air of innocence surrounded her, which he found so sensual. Sam could feel the hairs on the back of his neck raise as she leaned over to pour tea into the small cup in front of him. She looked very young; this made him feel slightly awkward. She sat back away from the table, waiting for Ayemeko or 'Mother' to say she should go back to her duties.
He didn’t want to seem rude by asking questions but he was so interested in this beautiful creature who sat to his left hand side. “How long have you been maiko?” he asked inquisitively.
Her English was very good as she replied, “I have been here since I was 15, I will be Geisha soon.” She looked towards Ayemeko for the reassurance she was saying the right thing.
Ayemeko nodded. “Yes, we will have your debut tomorrow.”
Akimo gave her the biggest smile. Sam thought she was beautiful. “I have been going to parties for a long time.”
Kikuyu cut across Akimo, explaining to Sam that in order for her to learn the true art of geisha she had to observe the full geisha at work as well as learning her skills at classes. A geisha can train for nothing but repays the okiya when she becomes a geisha.
Ayemeko leaned over to Kikuyu and whispered in her ear, even though she spoke in Japanese and knew Sam had no way of understanding.
“Would you like to attend the debut, Sam?” Ayemeko asked.
A surprised Sam said, “I would be honoured.” He glanced over to Akimo, who slowly stood from her seated position, the precision of her movement flawless, his eyes following her out of the room. She knelt to slide the screens back. He tried not to seem too rude as he replied, “Are you not coming too?”
Kikuyu shook her head as she sipped the last of her tea.
“No, Sam, you will have the wonderful company of Akimo, Kazumi, Masami and Natsumi," the aunt replied for Kikuyu. These were names Sam hadn't heard. He wondered would they be as beautiful as the shy girl who had been seated to his left.
Ayemeko stood with such grace from the floor, leaving the room just for a few minutes. Sam looked over towards Akimo as she returned to clear the teacups; he could feel his loins stirring at the sight of her. He shifted a little to make himself a bit more comfortable but it wasn't working; his member grew as thoughts of this young woman, naked, entered his mind.
"Sam.....Sam," Kikuyu raised her voice slightly to get his attention.
Ayemeko had returned to the room. She proffered a piece of paper to him. "This is the address."
His wits were now asleep in his trousers. "Thank you, I was miles away."
The day had been far more than he had expected; meeting Kikuyu's family was an unexpected pleasure of a different kind. Kikuyu, now Akimo, and the aunt also turned his head. He put that down to the fact she was so graceful.
"Come on Sam, we should get you back to your hotel." Kikuyu stood, flawlessly.
Akimo was on her knees clearing the floor; Sam made his apologies as the abysmal attempt to stand gracefully failed. The ladies laughed as they looked on. Akimo covered her mouth with the palm of her hand; her innocence in a way scaring Sam, her youthfulness questioned his thoughts. Ayemeko bowed to Sam, as they made their farewells.
"Thank you for your kind hospitality."
"You are very welcome Sam; enjoy the rest of your stay in Osaka."
Sam looked hoping to see Akimo, but she was out of sight. Sam showed no disappointment as he and Kikuyu travelled back to the hotel. Kikuyu told Sam to take a taxi to “Osaka, Sumiyoshi ku, 1-2-9, 664-9353,” the address given to him by her aunt.
It was now late afternoon and he was tired; jet lag had caught up on him. "I think I'll catch forty winks."
Kikuyu looked at him, bemused. He put his two hands together as if in prayer and placed them to his cheek, closing his eyes. "Oh!" she laughed. It seemed to Sam he wasn't the only one being taught.
The Lesson.....They reached the hotel. Sam thanked Kikuyu for a wonderful day."I will see you tomorrow morning, Sam, enjoy your forty winks," she said, her smile so heartwarming.
Sam was happy his guide was female. "Would you like to have a drink?" he asked. ‘She's going to say no,’ he thought.
With no hesitation, she said, "I'd love to."
Sam hid his reaction, but his cock stirred. The doorman held the foyer door open as Sam and Kikuyu walked into the hotel. They made their way to the bar, Kikuyu walked ahead. "Would you like to sit down here?" Sam asked as he pointed to the lounge, "Or at the bar?"
Kikuyu replied, "Here is fine Sam, much more comfortable, don't you think?"
They sipped on their gin and tonics and spoke about the day that had passed and the days to come.
"I would feel better if you were going to this party." Sam smiled.
"Not to this one." She returned his smile.
"Another drink?" Sam asked.
"Why not!" Kikuyu lifted her glass to her lips; the dew from the cold dripped into the curve of her chest, and ran down between her breasts.
Sam walked to the bar once again and ordered their third drink, as he glanced at his watch; he looked back over in her direction. Kikuyu’s fingernails ran around her neck gently, she played with a small linked gold chain that draped down her chest. She smiled at him as he walked back towards her. His thoughts were of how he just wanted to fuck her. Was she purposely teasing him? Did she know what she was doing? He was just going to ask her outright. ‘No, I can’t do that.’ He paused as she opened her mouth.
"Have you a wife back home, Sam?" Kikuyu asked.
"Err no I am single." He thought, ‘She asked me this last night.’ Had she forgotten? He wasn’t the only person she would be a guide to... or maybe she was testing him.
"What about this view?" Oh fuck she's hitting on me, he arrogantly thought.
"Yes it’s beautiful," he replied.
"Can I see it?"
‘Oh god how I'd love you to see it.’ His thoughts were not on the view but on the beast stirring in his pants. "Shall we get another drink?" he asked, he didn't want to seem too keen.
"Let’s order from the room," Kikuyu said, as she stood lifting her glass to her mouth one more time. She placed it back down.
Sam caught a brief glimpse of the curve of her breast. His cock now strained in its confinement. He asked himself, ‘Am I going to fuck her or be a gentleman?’ They walked towards the elevator.
"Sam?"
He looked down at her. She really was beautiful. "Yes," he replied.
"Have you ever fucked a Japanese girl?"
The room door closed behind them. Kikuyu wasn't as shy as he had originally thought. She dropped her bag to the floor and kicked her shoes off, grabbing Sam by the waist, her hand scooping upwards.
"I know you want me, Sam, I could see it in your eyes when we first met. Your cock tells me this also." Unable to hide his erection, her hand now firmly on it, Sam tried to reply. She placed her finger on his lips. "Sssshhh just let it happen."
Sam wasn't used to having no control over a situation. Kikuyu’s finger unhooked the button from the eyelet on his beige coloured chinos. Sam looked down the petite body that stood before him. ‘Fuck! What is she planning?’ ran through Sam’s mind briefly as she unzipped him. His cock popped out eagerly. Kikuyu lifted her arms to remove the cotton vest over her head, dropping it to the floor. Sam tried to speak again. "Sssshhhh," Kikuyu’s finger rose to her lips this time, only parting them to suck it in slowly as if she was sucking his cock. Sam was as horny as hell, his shaft twitched, as she continued to undress, her skirt falling to the ground. She kicked it away with her bare feet.
Kikuyu stood before him all 5’2". She wore no underwear. ‘Fuck! If I had known that all this time,’ was the only thing to come to mind as his eyes took her in. His hand slipped into her hair, moving it from her shoulder. The lustful young man tried to kiss Kikuyu, discreetly she ignored his effort while lifting his short-sleeved shirt up, her height restricting her but allowing him to assist. Softly her mouth kissed the bareness of his chest as the crumpled shirt fell to the floor. Her warm breath tickled the soft brown down of his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair as she moved down his body. Her hand enveloped around his shaft, the delicate touch of her tongue now under his sac, Kikuyu licked upwards, as her tongue wiggled at the base of the rigid flesh. Sam reached out for support as her warm breath took him to another level, the level only a woman can take a man as she sucks his cock.
He glanced down. ‘Why won't she look at me?’ "Oh fuck yes," he murmured as she covered his cock in her mouth. Kikuyu’s mouth glided down slowly, an inch at a time. Sam wasn't overly endowed. Kikuyu had no problem taking him all, gagging slightly; the saliva trickled from her mouth as she fucked him deeply within the chamber of her mouth and throat. She didn’t stop, up and down her head bobbed as Sam looked on. ‘Why won’t she look at me?’ crossed his mind again and again. "Ohhhh yesssssss." His cock was engorged to its fullest, as she let her hand take over as she wanked him. Her small talons skillfully twisted around the throbbing muscle. The mushroom head glistened with Kikuyu’s saliva and his pre-cum. ‘I just want to fuck her.’ She looked up at him. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" He looked in her eyes, unable to hold on, the pressure exploding the hot load over her fingers. Kikuyu’s opened her mouth covering his bulbous head, her hand continued to bring him off as the last drop of cream oozed from his raging cock. Kikuyu licked her lips, smiling her acknowledgment to Sam. She had enjoyed every inch of him.
Sam pulled her up, brushing her face with his hand, his kiss rebuffed. "Sam, I don't want you to kiss me, this is just sex for me." He looked dismayed, his semi hard cock deflated quicker than normal. "I don't want any emotional ties with you, Sam. This is just fun, you'll be gone in a few days, let’s just move on." Kikuyu picked up her vest and skirt, turned to the bathroom. "I'll just freshen up and we'll catch up in the morning."
It dawned on Sam he had just been used; they hadn't had sex. He had been the one to enjoy the moment but he still felt used.
"Can I use your toothbrush?" Kikuyu called out to the room.
Sam mumbled, "Yes," trying not to show his sensitive side. Sam reached into his suitcase, throwing on a t-shirt and short pants quickly before Kikuyu came back into the room. She strolled back in, slipped her small feet back into her sandals, raised her bag to her shoulder, and smiled at him. "Thanks Sam, will we say eight thirty or nine in the morning?"
Sam feeling quite disgruntled replied, "Yeah fine." The door slammed, but not because she had banged it shut. Sam muttered, "For fuck’s sake," under his breath, forgetting the hinges were adjusted to close the door for safety and security reasons.
He walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, the dark shadow of the day visible on his face. "You'll never figure out women, don't start trying now." His words echoed around the tiled walls. He turned in for the night, briefly typing a few notes before falling asleep, the day finally catching up with him.
Whaleshark and Octopus Balls....Sam woke, the daylight shone through the room. He reflected on the night before, hoping it wouldn't make things awkward today. He showered, dressed and made his way to the foyer. There she stood. "Morning Kikuyu," he greeted.
She turned around, "Hi Sam, did you sleep well? I have made arrangements for us to visit the Kaiyukan Aquarium, you have the party this evening to attend and we don't want you to be too tired for that." Sam nodded. She wasn't uncomfortable at all; it was if nothing had happened. Kikuyu was a lovely girl, he had no doubts about that, maybe it was him. ”We shall get the train, it will give you a chance to see a little more scenery,” she continued with her business.
It was mid April, schools were half way through term and the aquarium was busy with giggling teenagers and small children. Kikuyu had booked the guided tour; her knowledge did not stretch to whale shark, sea otters, penguins or jellyfish. Sam held onto the guide as background information for his magazine piece. This after all was the only reason for this visit to Osaka. "The Kaiyukan Aquarium is the only one in the world to have living whale sharks. The whale shark can grow up to 18 meters in length," relayed into his ears through the headphones. “The shark is found in tropical and warm oceans and lives in the open sea and can live for about 70 years." Sam smiled at Kikuyu as they followed the guide around. The morning passed quickly. The aquarium was a refreshing trip, it was a stunning building. Sam would definitely highlight this for his article.
The bright sun hit Sam’s eyes as they left the darkened building, slipping his sunglasses down onto his nose, he asked "Are you hungry?"
"Yes, famished."
"Let’s go eat."
A short walk away found them at the food theme park. “This is Naniwa Kuishinbo Yokocho, I think it’s what you call a food court Sam."
He had always loved Oriental food, eating here wasn't going to be a problem. The choice was unbelievable. "I really don't know what to have, Kikuyu, any suggestions?"
She laughed and happily made the choice of Takoyaki, which, being her favourite, was an easy one: a dumpling made from batter and octopus, also known as octopus balls. She liked her balls; Sam smiled to himself, as he stuffed his parted lips with an octopus ball, the taste rather unusual. He didn't show his uneasiness, as the pickled ginger overtook what was now becoming an acquired taste for him.
They spoke about plans for the following day. "I think we should let you have a day to yourself, Sam."
He raised his eyebrow and nodded. "So should I bring a gift tonight?"
"No gifts necessary, just enjoy the evening," she replied. "Would you like ice cream?"
"I think I'll need it," coughed Sam, as the pickled ginger cleared his palate of the takoyaki.
"Actually I think you should try softcream."
His mischievous thoughts brought a dirty grin to his face. Would she see the joke? He still wanted her, or was it just his cock wanting her? The idea of no emotional attachment even just in the form of kissing didn't appeal to him.
"MMM this is lovely," his tongue barely back in his mouth as the green tea soft cream slid down his throat. "Kikuyu, thank you for what have been two wonderful days so far."
Bowing her head, she replied, "Do itashi mashite."
He reached for his phrase book. "You're welcome?"
She nodded her approval of the translation. He had only been in Japan three days, but in such a short time in Osaka, he had taken the place into his heart, the culture, the surroundings and the people. Kikuyu was one of the friendliest guides he had ever met. The night before was just a hiccup. He began to look forward to the night ahead, a little unsure; he was going to be in unfamiliar surroundings, with people he didn't know, except she would be there, Akimo. He could still see her sweet innocent smile as she greeted him.
"Let’s get you back to the hotel," Kikuyu suggested as she brought Sam back to the moment.
"Yeah, fine."
They headed back to Osakako Station; the local trains ran very much like the London underground, making it an easy way to get around the city. Sam was looking forward to having a day to explore by himself tomorrow.
They arrived back at the hotel. Sam asked Kikuyu would she like to join him for a drink. "I don't think I will, Sam, I will leave you a message tomorrow about arrangements for your last day." She bowed, saying her farewells. "Have a wonderful time this evening."
Sam made his way into the hotel, the air conditioning cool on his skin. He looked at the entrance to the bar, and then glanced to the chrome door of the elevator. He made his choice and headed up to the room, to continue writing his article.
Sisters......Akimo and Kazumi had arrived at 'Mother’s' at the same time and had become best friends. They were the same age. They were known as 'sisters' in the okiya. All the geisha were 'sisters.' Mother had to keep them apart as they were a troublesome pair. Akimo was a much more skilled dancer. Kazumi had mastered the tea ceremony much easier than Akimo. They were both taught the traditional crafts of playing musical instruments, singing traditional songs, dance and the tea ceremony. They were not prostitutes, although in the past the right to take their virginity or mizuage would have been sold. They were not obliged to have sex with any customers. Their services were to entertain their clients by reading poetry, performing dances with other geisha. They had both been attending parties for quite a while now. They accompanied the senior geisha to learn the finer details.
Akimo was an intelligent young woman, she had acquired her skills very competently and 'Mother' was very pleased with her performance. She had voluntarily become a maiko, even at the age of 15 she had known what she wanted in life. Her grandmother had also been a geisha; she fell in love with one of her clients and then married him. Akimo had listened to her stories of the grandeur in the past, how good they were made to feel, the respect that came with being a geisha.
Now Akimo, despite being a young woman of 20, had never been with a man, but was very aware of her sexuality. It was plain to see that her natural beauty was attractive to all. She had never met a man until yesterday that turned her head. He was of a different ethnic background and would be leaving the country soon; she put him to the back of her mind. As she stood naked in her room, a cool breeze drifted through the window, her nipples hardened as the air hit them. She reached over to the chest of drawers and picked up the marbled hairbrush; she glided it through her long dark tresses. Akimo didn’t have to worry about the ordeal of having her hair done, on the chest stood a katsura stand. It held the wig she would wear for her debut. Traditions were changing and the charming girl was grateful for that one change; the idea of having her hair done traditionally really wasn't something that appealed to her.
She was a young woman and was aware of the world; her five years growing up in 'Mother’s' didn't shut out the modern world. “Sex and the City” and “Desperate Housewives” were among her favourite television programmes. When she saw “Sex and the City” the film, she wanted to be Kim Cattrall lying naked but for the sushi that covered her body. She fantasized about that scene while masturbating; like any young women she had her needs. 'Mother' wouldn't approve, but what 'Mother' didn't know wouldn't hurt her. She was very aware of her body; it was easier to stand in front of the mirror naked to practise the dances than to dance in a kimono.
Akimo stood naked as Kazumi started to apply her simple but exquisite make up, although Akimo could apply her own. This was a special night for her, 'Mother' had asked Kazumi to oblige her. Akimo giggled as Kazumi flicked the loose powder at her with the large powder brush.
"Shhhhhhhh," Kazumi paused as she could hear 'Mother’s' footsteps.
Akimo covered her mouth, trying to hold back the girlish laughter. Kazumi brushed the soft sable hairbrush across her nose. "It tickles." Akimo could feel the sensation in her nipples. Kazumi could see the reaction to the soft bristles. She flicked the brush across her naked breast. "What are you doing?" Startled, Akimo pulled away, covering her chest with her arms.
Kazumi blushed, her cheeks blossomed a pale pink against her sallow skin, her eyes looking down, embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
Akimos arms fell to her side, her breasts small but firm, her nipples small but now erect. Her hand reached out to Kazumi, she took the brush and ran it down the centre of her chest. Kazumi watched as the soft strands of sable skimmed over the roundness of her stomach. Kazumi coyly smiled, moving slowly back towards Akimo, her hand raised to her face, the closeness between two friends overstepping the mark briefly.
Kazumi ran her finger over Akimo’s bottom lip; bringing it to the side, the gentle moistness smudged on her chin. Kazumi spread her fingers over her cheek and caressed slowly. Her free hand was now on Akimo’s left breast, kneading softly. A soft moan escaped Akimo’s lips. Kazumi took the next step. Slowly as her face inched towards Akimo, her lips parted. Akimo closed her eyes, as the soft flesh of Kazumi’s lips pressed gently to hers. Kazumi paused; Akimo didn’t pull away this time. Her hand eased away slowly from her breast, as she slipped it around Akimo’s slender waist. Urging her forward, Kazumi’s robe trailed open, exposing her naked flesh. Akimo inhaled a deep breath as Kazumi’s tongue slid along the edge of her lips. She entwined her tongue with Kazumis, unaware of what was really happening, it felt so good. She parted her legs and took Kazumi’s hand in her palm and as she guided it down to her soft pubic hair, a gentle moan escaped from the two of them. The neatness felt good to them both. Kazumi spread her fingers over Akimo’s pubic bone, her middle finger bending into the pink crevice. "Ohhh," Akimo moaned, silenced by Kazumi’s now deep tender kiss. Her lips were soft, velvet almost to the touch. Slowly she slipped her finger along Akimo’s virgin sheath. The silk robe dropped from Kazumi’s shoulders. She broke her touch, pulling away to let the satin shroud fall, raising her finger to her lips.
"Akimo," Ayemeko called out.
"Mother," Akimo mouthed to Kazumi.
"Kazumi."
Kazumi placed her finger on Akimo’s lips. "Shhhhh."
Akimo tasted her only saltiness from her friend’s finger, a brief moment of loving tenderness. Silently the two friends became one.
The Mask...Kazumi hurriedly picked up her robe. Akimo stood naked, her face slightly flushed.
"There you are." Ayemeko pulled the shijobi screen back. "Cover yourself."
Kazumi giggled. "Yes, cover yourself," mimicked Kazumi. Akimo scowled at her. A wry smile appeared on Kazumi’s face.
"Sit, please." Akimo sat down on the woven seat of the stool beside her bed. The early evening sunlight adorned the room. Ayemeko clapped her hands. "Hush, concentrate, ladies." Ayemeko covered Akimo’s naked skin with a white shawl.
Kazumi rubbed the oily base into her hands; this was the foundation for the unmistakable geisha look. She eased the palm of her hand along Akimo’s neck, her fingers smoothing out the waxy substance across her soft skin. Gently she applied it to her face. Playfully Kazumi pinched her nose.
"Ouch!" Akimo squealed.
"Shhhhh," Kazumi put her finger to her lips. "We don't want Mother back in here."
She took the white face paint into her palm; it had been diluted with water to make it easier to apply to Akimo’s skin. She painted it over her neck around the hairline, leaving a bare thin line exposing her natural skin around her face, the delicate flow almost like an artist’s paintbrush drawing the outline of an alluring mask. Down along the nape of her neck she left almost a W shape of bare skin. Kazumi began to blend the paint with a damp sponge, taking extra care over Akimo’s lips and eyelids.
"You look like a ghost," Kazumi joked.
"I'll come back to haunt you," Akimo replied.
Kazumi picked up the large sable haired brush she had teased Akimo’s nipples with and dabbed it into the white powder that would set the white paint. She used another brush to apply a softer, light pink powder to ease the harshness of the white. Kazumi finally hid Akimo’s eyebrows with a white cover pencil.
"That’s it, you are good to go." Kazumi giggled.
The brief moment of sexual awareness hadn't made either of them uncomfortable with each other, a testament to their deep strong friendship.
Kazumi steadied her left hand on Akimo’s shoulder. She raised it slightly to give her right hand support, like a maul stick used in sign writing. Slowly she penciled in a fine barely arched line over Akimo’s covered eyebrows, then steadily thickened the line with a red pencil.
"You look almost human again," Kazumi teased Akimo.
"Stop fooling around, this is my night."
Carefully she drew a diamond shape in the same red colour on the outer corner of Akimo’s eyelid, then swept a brush gently back inwards and onto the top lid, finally smudging it under the lash line.
"Shall I do the eyeliner?" Akimo asked. "Your hands haven't been so steady today." Akimo’s smile was almost visible under the white face paint.
Kazumi swept the liquid liner brush steadily across the top row of lashes, letting it dry before applying another. "Nearly done." Akimo breathed a sigh of relief. Kazumi had been toying with her and she just wanted to her to be finished. "Close your lips," asked Kazumi, skillfully drawing a small top and bottom lip line inside of Akimo’s natural lips. She left a little of her own lips bare, with just the white face paint, before finally filling the red lines in with a strong red colour. Kazumi bowed. "You look beautiful."
Ayemeko returned to the room. She would help dress Akimo, it was no easy task. The one thing Akimo could do for herself was to put on the tabi socks; the restrictions a kimono would hold, would never allow her to put her socks on last. Ayemeko had engaged the skills of a highly respected designer. Kimonos were typically easier to put on these days, but for Akimo’s debut she would wear full traditional garb. Akimo had already become geisha, with the turning of her collar. The significance would be apparent to the gentlemen at her debut, the embroidered red collar now just simply a plain white one. Akimo smiled as 'Mother' took her wig from the stand. Her own hair was tightly brushed back off her face, her long mane of hair clipped up. Even though tradition was paramount, Akimo was grateful she had not had to sleep for two days on a pillow with a hole to rest her head. Her own hair would flow elegantly later that night on her return. 'Mother' eased the extravagant dome onto Akimo’s small head. The ornate jewels that adorned it once belonged to Akimo’s grandmother. Kazumi looked on. She was already geisha.
Ayemeko stood back and smiled at her charge. Akimo stood in a white shawl, her face hidden by a mask, her hair no longer her own. Akimo briefly thought to herself, 'Is this what I want for my life, losing my identity for a man’s pleasure?'
The shawl slipped down her shoulders as 'Mother' began the process of dressing her. Her socks now on, Akimo once again stood naked. She glanced over to Kazumi. A smile broadened her small lips as thoughts of their intimate moment rushed through her body. A layer of undergarments now clothed her small frame. Akimo’s kimono was carried into her room, as 'Mother' dressed her in her next layer, which would give the kimono a smooth appearance against her body. The kimono was pink in colour, with an ornate design of embroidered butterflies along the lower half of the silk masterpiece. The obi was a deep bluish purple, matching the colour of the delicately detailed red spotted purple butterfly that had been hand stitched into the almost baby pink silken shroud. Ayemeko centred the seam of the kimono down Akimo’s back. The kimono sat almost symmetrical on Akimo’s body. The right side wrapped around her waist, then the left. The kimono trailed along the floor, 'Mother' lifting it slightly to adjust it, allowing just a small trail of silk on the ground, fixing the white collar that now signified her geisha status. The obi was very heavy and at seven metres long required the assistance of a man to put it on. It was placed flat against Akimo’s stomach, just underneath her small breasts. 'Mother' watched on as the dresser began to work his magic, as wrap over fold the obi began to tighten. Akimo moaned as she was pulled left then right as he skilfully finished her attire. Standing back once again, Ayemeko clapped as Akimo was now ready for her debut.
Kenraki.....The okiya was a buzz of excitement as the geisha gathered to leave for the teahouse, the small gathering of close friends for the kanreki of a man called Shiro. It was his sixtieth birthday, a very special occasion in Japanese culture. The geisha would perform the tea ceremony, play music and recite verse. Shiro’s wife had organised this celebration for her husband and a small group of his friends. Ayemeko had made arrangements for Sam to join, so he had an understanding of the geisha.
Sam left the Ritz Carlton, after a small nap and a refreshing bath. He hadn't brought a suit with him, opting to dress as formally as he could, unaware that he would be asked to change into a kimono when he arrived at the teahouse.
The doorman hailed a taxi, Sam gave the driver the address to him. He sat back, feeling quite nervous, the butterflies in his stomach making him uneasy. He couldn't understand why, he wasn't normally an anxious person. His forthright approach made him a very popular guy among his social circle back in England. He concluded it was his ignorance of what he was to expect.
After a short ten-minute ride in the taxi, he arrived at Osaka, Sumiyoshi ku, 1-2-9, 664-9353 and paid the driver. The ochaya was a typical traditional teahouse, a quaint structure, thought Sam. His writer’s voice guided his thoughts as he approached the entrance.
Akimo, along with Kazumi, Masami and Natsumi, greeted the guests as they arrived. There were eight gentlemen altogether including Sam. Akimo amiably walked beside Shiro, the host, as he arrived. She assisted him into a Yukata, a light kimono worn during warmer weather. Shiro joined the other guests. Sam was greeted by Kazumi. She bowed as he entered the teahouse. He removed his shoes. Kazumi helped Sam into his Yakuta. Then, as her arm reached out to guide him into the main room, he saw her. Hidden behind a mask, she was unmistakably Akimo. His butterflies stopped. He bowed as she approached him.
"Hello, Akimo."
"Good evening, Sam," she said in a quiet but confident manner.
Sam crouched down to the floor; the other gentlemen lowered their heads in acknowledgment of his arrival. “Thank you for allowing me to share your evening," he directed towards all of them.
The evening passed at a slow pace. The geisha passed out drinks to the guests. They seductively lit cigars, how Sam hated the smell of a cigar. He endured the vulgar aroma as he didn’t want to offend anyone. The entertainment began almost immediately after the last guest arrived. Masumi recited a piece of transcript from a rather old looking leather bound book.
Akimo leaned in to Sam.
"When she was still alive
We would go out, arm in arm
And look at the elm trees
Growing on the embankment
In front of our house."A chill ran through his body as her soft voice translated the words for him. He looked in her direction, her delicate features hidden by the white mask. "Thank you."
She bowed her head. She sat to his left hand side, to his right a rather stern looking man. He wasn't big in stature but his facial features were very serious. Natsumi sat to his right, the geisha on each corner of the small table. Sam had become quite used to his uncomfortable seating position, his height was never going to be an advantage in this type of situation.
Akimo continued translating for him.
"All I can do is pick him up
And hug him clumsily
I have nothing to give him
In our bedroom our pillows
Still lie side by side."The men sat laughing and joking, almost ignoring Masumi reciting the poem. Sam thought this highly rude and listened intently, Akimo’s breath warm against his cheek as the next verse of the poem was translated.
"That I shall never see her
Not even so much as a faint quiver in the air
All my longing, all my love
Will never make any difference." The ladies began to applaud Masumi. The men joined in, unaware of the beauty of the verse Sam had just heard Akimo recite to him. Masumi sat opposite Akimo. They both acknowledged each other, with a slight bow. If the ladies were annoyed with the ignorance of the men, they didn’t show it.
"The poem you have just heard, Sam, was by Hitomoro." Akimo oozed confidence in her role.
Sam sipped on Japanese whiskey. It was slightly different to that of its Irish and Scottish competitors; he, however enjoyed its distinct flavour.
"Kazumi and Natsumi will now perform the chanoyu," Akimo announced to Sam. His puzzled look encouraged Akimo to translate "Tea ceremony." The following hour had Sam enthralled as the ladies boiled the water, washed the utensils, all with such precision, every movement choreographed to specific detail. The men paid attention to this part of the evening. The hand gestures were almost erotic to watch. Sam shifted a little in his seated position, the quiet of the room disturbed by his movement. Akimo leaned into Sam. "The chanoyu has four principles. They are harmony, respect, purity, and tranquillity." He could tell this just from the skill in Kazumi’s movements, her small hands looked longer with the movement of her arms as she continued to make the tea. Natsumi offered around the table what could only be described as a sweet tasting biscuit. The tea was then served. Sam sipped slowly from the small cup. It tasted awful. The whole extravagance had been worth the agony of tasting the bitter tea. Akimo could tell he didn't like the taste, once again her emotions hidden behind her mask.
Akimo stood up without any fault. It was now her turn to entertain. Masami sat in the corner of the room, on her knee a guitar-like instrument. Akimo stood in front of the shijobi screens and the music began. Sam watched mesmerized, almost in a hypnotic state, as Akimo glided like a swan. Her long sleeves were like sails flowing in a cool breeze. Her knees were slightly bent as she moved backwards, opening a large fan as she stepped forward, the fan covering her face if only just a brief minute. He was transfixed on this beautiful woman before him. He wondered what the protocol was to ask this woman out. He had a free day tomorrow. He thought spending time with Akimo would be the highlight of his trip. The day after he would return to the spring weather of England. The trip would be over but his thoughts of her would be with him still. If he didn't make an attempt to ask her, he would never know. The slow, gentle, but intense sensual dance ended; it lasted no more than ten minutes. The guests’ applause echoed around the small tearoom.
Akimo returned to Sam’s side. "What a wonderful evening, thank you so much," he directed at her. "Could I ask you to accompany me tomorrow, Akimo?"
She glanced away, looking in Kazumi’s direction. Kazumi nodded, a friends approval needed. "Yes," she replied almost without thought.
Awareness.....Ayemeko welcomed the geisha back to their home. The evening was a tiring one for them but for Akimo one of bliss, her debut. She was now a geisha.
The undressing of the kimono was not so much an ordeal as adorning it. Akimo looked forward to her night’s sleep, which, after the day she had endured, was a welcome one. 'Mother' helped each of the girls out of their ornate robes. She kissed Akimo on the forehead, leaving the room as she said "Oyasuminasai."
Akimo sat on the stool wiping away the mask that had hidden her from Sam for the evening. She looked in the mirror, the mask still partially there. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to sing. She wanted to cry. She was in love with him. Would anyone understand?
She lay her head back on the soft pillow, looking up at the wooden beams above, her naked body covered by the crisp clean linen the housemaid had changed that morning. She wrestled with her slumber, trying to shut out thoughts of him. It wasn't working. Her hands circled slowly around her thighs. Slowly her right hand squeezed her quim. Easing her hand up over her stomach, the feeling of excitement ran through her veins, a rush of energy up her waist to her breasts. She cupped them both in her hands, kneading them firmly, her thumbs and index fingers symmetrically pinching the erect teats. She pulled her legs tight as she squeezed herself, her inner muscles clenched within. Her palms pressed into her breast, down her hips, gently stroking her small curved stomach. Her two hands were now between her legs, her index fingers pinching her clit gently. She felt alive, the dampness on the tips of her other fingers encouraging her to fumble more. Her middle finger slid down between her labia, her finger ran over her urethra a sharp tingling sensation, making her arch her back. She increased the gentle friction over her pee hole, her moans silenced by her pillow as she turned her head. Her middle and index fingers now inside her moist vagina, she slowly increased the speed of her thrust, turning her two fingers up as she fingered herself to orgasm. Her left hand now clasped her breast, her breath heavy as the intensity released the sexual endorphins through her petite frame, her cries silent for fear the others would hear. Sleepy now, she pulled the sheet back over her naked body and closed her eyes.
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