Keitaro Urashima
I am fully confident that the first sentence in the paragraph following this one has never been uttered in any serious context while simultaneously describing exactly what was going on. I am also completely confident that anyone reading it would surely be left with rather intense considerations to the possibility that either I was mad, she was, or they (the reader) were.
So there was a naked girl nonchalantly holding my dick in the hot spring. She said that her name was Naru, and that this entire situation was completely normal for her. There was nothing remotely unusual about discovering a naked man in what must have been the female half of the hot spring which I could easily believe I’d enter by mistake. Not that anyone would really believe it was a mistake when I would try to explain that... Well, maybe now they would have, but let’s not get into that right now.
The point is Naru with her hand wrapped firmly (but not too firmly) around my penis. Given that this was hardly how I had imagined my first sexual contact with a woman it’s quite understandable that I froze (impressive feat in a hot spring) in place with my mouth opening and closing with nary a sound exiting from it.
“So what brings you to Hinata, mister Keitaro?” she asked, and goodness but that smile alone would’ve made me hard. Yeah, that’s right. You forget that this was the first positive interaction I’d had with any girl at all in my adult years. Given how pretty she is and the certainty that she was smiling at me, yeah that was enough to get me a little worked up.
“V-v-v-v-visiting my gran!” I blurted as her hand slipped and sent me on the most wonderful journey to a land where the air was made of joy and the ground we walked on was hope and concepts like pain and suffering were four letter word, and the only thing that kept me from staying in that wonderful place was the sudden and unwelcome mental intrusion of my grandmother. Apparently my subconscious decided I hadn’t had enough trouble with girls and was aiming at a little psychological scarring to add to the lack of charisma.
“Oh, you’re granny Hina’s grandson? It’s a pleasure to meet you. She’s great fun, takes care of all of us girls and does a wonderful job of maintaining this place.”
You know, looking back... It’s amazing that I didn’t wind up going completely insane from the conflicting reactions my mind was having to external stimulus. On the one hand, our conversation had turned towards my grandmother. On the other, I was not only able to see a very sexy and very naked girl but she was giving me a handjob. An almost incidental handjob if there was ever such a thing, but a handjob nonetheless. The only reason I hadn’t cum yet had to be because of the mental imagery because damn.
“C-could you let go, please?” I asked, and she obliged. No small mercy. Now I could actually string together some coherent sentences, and - No, wait, better turn around first. Then I could string together some coherent sentences. You know, without finding myself distracted by her magnificent round, soft, squeezable breasts. It was the kind of sight that would drive a man to distraction, then book him a room at a hotel there so he could stay the night.
Rationality returned to me drop by drop. Okay. Any girl in this situation would’ve reacted rather differently. They’d have screamed about the pervert peeking on them, and run off to get help. Or tried to hit him, where I actually mean me. Instead, when she put her glasses on and got a good look at me, she just sort of went “oh!” and continued on like we’d just met in the entrance. And what did she mean that it was normal for a girl to hold a guy’s penis? That didn’t make a lick of sense!
I can remember that as my exact thought process because I risked a glance back at her when she let out a satisfied sigh and I felt a very strong compulsion to lick every square inch of her body. Luckily I had the presence of mind to turn right around before something happened.
Then the door opened again, and I had to turn right back around. It was a different girl this time. A little taller, a little bustier. Her eyes looked like they were closed, and she had... yep, it was hard to make out in the steam but she had blonde hair.
“Oh, there you are Mitsune,” Naru said, waving to her friend. “This is Keitaro. He’s granny Hina’s grandson.”
Mitsune regarded me carefully, with a sly smile that reminded me of so many stories of pranksters that my parents read me as a young boy about to find it that much harder to sleep at night. Though she was every bit as beautiful and sexy as Naru it was a very different kind. Where Naru’s first impression was that of an angel, Mitsune’s was... Devilish.
She slipped into the bath and sat on the other side of me, leaving me sandwiched between... well, I would describe them as two of the sexiest girls I’d at that point talked with, but that would be the default position for any two girls, so it’s not really fair to either of them. I should have gotten out of there. I should have. But didn’t. It was kind of difficult for me to move given that I was too caught up in the whole “what the hell is going on” thing.
“A pleasure to meet you Keitaro,” Mitsune said as her fingers inevitably worked their way around my dick. Of course they did. Why wouldn’t they? But, again, this was different to Naru’s. “My name is Mitsune, but you can call me Kitsune if you’d like.” Where the previous grip was firm, this was more playful. It was as if she knew exactly what effect she was having on me, and was playing around with me like her own personal toy. Could anyone possibly blame me for cumming there and then? Hell, I think most might be surprised I didn’t sooner!
“Is-is that the way you usually greet men?” I asked.
“Sure thing,” Mitsune replied, easing her grip on my rapidly softening member. “It’s just the polite thing to do, right? Show a guy that he’s welcome in our home. Right Naru?”
“That’s right!” she remarked. “It would be rude not to take the opportunity to fondle a male guest in such a manner... But I do think Mitsune here enjoys herself a little more than she ought to.”
“Oh, don’t be such a prude!” Mitsune smirked, and that was enough for me thanks, it was time for me to get the hell out of here before they infected me with their crazy! Neither of them made any move to stop me as I dashed out towards the changing room, though I could swear I heard Mitsune say something to the effect of “Cute butt”, which didn’t exactly help in my current state of mind.
I had to find granny. I had to ask her what sort of crazy people she was letting stay in her hotel. Was it a prank of some sort? Did they set this up in advance somehow to get a rise out of me? Well, if that was the case it sure worked in more than one sense! But little did I know at the time, I was not yet fated to leave that building. Not quite yet.
Thu Jun 07 21:45:00 2012
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