For some reason, Matthew's girlfriend (now wife) wanted me to meet a friend of hers who lived down in Tokyo.
Not having anything better to do than meet a cute Japanese woman, I gleefully accepted.
I woke up early on Saturday, rode my bike to the Nishinasuno train station (Nishinasuno-eki) 20 minutes away, caught the local rail up to the Shinkansen (bullet train) up at Nasu Shiobara-eki and then rode quickly and in luxury down to Tokyo.
About 40 minutes later at a speed of about 250 kilometres an hour, I arrive in Tokyo and was met by Takako.
Takako is a slim, very attractive young lady who had enough grip on the English language who quickly captured the heart of my best bud in Japan, Matthew Hall. Takako was one smart cookie... she always looked at me like I was a complete idiot, but one she liked. I didn't know she like me enough to try and set me up with one of her friends - but obviously she did.
We went over to meet her friend - I'm unsure exactly what I was expecting, but the girl I met sure as heck wasn't it.
Shinobu (which she told me translated into Ninja girl) was an 18-year-old knock-out! Yeah, I was 28, but we were both adults - so I didn't mind the age difference... especially since you can see what she looks like in the photo above. Guys... would you be upset with a 10-year age difference if the girl looked like that? Sorry... woman.
Shinobu was 5-foot tall. Tiny. An infectious smile. And the biggest boobs I have ever seen on a Japanese woman in my nearly three years there.
I had always joked that my ideal woman was an Oriental redhead with big tits. As I understand it, the term Oriental is no longer considered politically correct - but I didn't care where a person was from... so, in this case, the term Oriental implies any woman with an epicanthic fold for eyes. You can see what that word means HERE.
So... with Shinobu, it was obvious she had two out of three of my ideals... but nothing a bottle of henna couldn't resolve.
What was the drawback? She wasn't necessarily the smartest person in the world, as she knew zero English... but that's cool, I pretty much knew zero Japanese... actually, according to Takako, her Japanese wasn't that great either - but neither is my English.. Regardless, there was a physical attraction for both of us. You can read HERE about why she might have been attracted to me... I said might have been.
Anyhow... Takako, Shinobu and I went for dinner, and then drinks. The bar was super crowded and it was tough to get the attention of the barkeeper - so... if I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it... Shinobu moved to the bar in her tight jeans and even tighter t-shirt, waited for someone to get off a stool at the bar, sat down and pointedly lifted her boobs up and placed her still shirt-covered mounds on top of the bar.
Flomph!
Instantly, there were three barkeeps (two men and one woman) fighting to serve the still jiggling Shinobu. We got our drinks, and I had another reason to be impressed by this diminutive woman.
Shinobu and I had decided that we would visit Tokyo Disneyland the next day - and that Takako had some other stuff to do. Truthfully, I think she wanted to give us some alone time.
Unfortunately, that alone time did not extend into the night time, as Takako needed a place to crash for the evening (as did I). Shonobu and I lay together on her single bed, while Takako crashed on a few pillows on the floor below and beside us.
Shinobu continually pressed her backside up against my frontside at night, and even though she was afforded a few hours of sleep, I was not. I was up - in more ways than one - all night long.
That feeling didn't go away in the morning as Shinobu decided to sit on my lap while we ate cereal for breakfast. Somewhere at this point in time, Takako left us... so it was just the two of us - alone - in her apartment... but instead of doing the horizontal mambo, Shinobu wanted to go to Disneyland, and gave me a really nice kiss to make sure she knew we were together.
Still up - some eight hours now, she held my hand smiling at every person she met - saying hello to everyone - it was like she was showing ME off, like look... I have a gaijin (foreigner) boyfriend. Truthfully, I didn't mind. I was just wishing I could meet someone I knew to show off what was on the other end of my hand!
Disneyland... no matter what country you are in, is an expensive venture... but no cost was too great for this 36DD cutie... yes... that was her chest size. Oh... My... Buddha!
I was still up, as she kept backing in to me every five minutes or so, just to check if I was still liking her. She knew what I had going on, and she was determined to keep it going.
The day was a blur, as obviously I had a lack of blood flowing to my brain. Still, we went on rides (she tried to sit on my lap on Magic Mountain - as I grabbed a mountain or two of my own), we saw shows (she tried to sit on my lap while we were standing watching the Country Bear Jamboree, we ate junk food (here I let her sit on my lap, as we shared all the food I bought). But I wasn't complaining... except that it was difficult to walk. It was difficult to sit. It was difficult to concentrate on anything but the swaying of her sweater puppets, as she danced while pulling me this way and that to the next attraction.
Finished at Disneyland, went went to another restaurant, ate cuddled up beside each other, and then I walked her home. Hoping for a little (lotta) relief, she turned jumped up and grabbed me around the neck to help pull herself up around my waist with her legs. Long kiss over, she hopped off and said in a sing-song voice, 'bai-bai'. She opened the door to her place and walked inside, closing it behind her.
What the heck? Now what was I going to do?
Let's just say the next two hours it took to get home were very painful. Why?
Have you ever read the back of a VIAGARA package? Essentially it says that should you have an erection for over four hours (??!!) you should contact your doctor. If I had know that, I would have, but Viagara hadn't been invented yet!
When I got home it was 22 hours with company. The whole trip home I could smell her all over me. It was intoxicating. Have you ever ridden a bicycle with an erection? Let me tell you, it's not very comfortable.
All I knew was that when I got home, it was onani time (see HERE). I nearly hit myself in the head.
Somewhere, the player got played (and didn't mind one bit),
Andrew Joseph
PS: In the photo above, Shinobu poses with the author, who appears to have taken his shirt off revealing his hairy chest - or it's Br'er Bear. I still can't tell.
PPS: The next day I met Nobuko, and never saw or talked to Shinobu again. Shows you what I thought of Nobuko, eh? You can re-read that TALE.
PPPS: Today's song/title is by Santana because of Shinobu's bewitching of me. For the weekend. CLOSEYOUREYESANDLISTEN.
