My parents enrolled me in a martial arts class when I was a little girl. I think my dad worried about bullying and wanted me to be able to defend myself. It went fine, but like most early teenage hobbies, it died out quickly. The only real thing that stuck in my mind was a boy named Riku. He was a couple years older than me, and much more advanced. We almost never interacted since he was always much more advanced. But I always watched him, his muscular limbs moved so smoothly and easily,with strength and balance. I only was able to speak with him once, and he told me that came from a recently immigrated family who was very traditional.
Soon after, I stopped going, but I always remembered his kindness and strength. Well, if I’m being honest…. he was just super sexy. But that all happened 7 years ago.
Well it just so happens that three weeks ago some new construction popped around my new apartment. One of them slowly took the form of a traditional Japanese dojo. The architecture was specific enough that I could guess before it was really finished. And sure enough, before the building was finished I saw signs that classes would be beginning, and that I should be enrolling now. I didn’t feel pressured, of course, I always romanticized the culture, and watched a ton of anime, but I am 20 now, and attending college. Not exactly a time for me to hone my skills.
That was, until I saw him. One day as I was walking in from my parking lot I saw him come out with a student he must have been sparring with. His karate gi was open at his waist and I could see he had obviously never stopped his training. Riku was no longer the young man I knew in my classes. He was… dashing…. and stronger than ever… and … well… sexy as fuck! I instantly wanted to cross the street to talk with him, but my insecurities got the best of me. I resigned myself to watching out my windows to see if I could catch him coming and going.
But I’m also not the girl that I was at 13. I had grown into my body as well, and even though I wasn’t a karate master, I certainly seemed to hold a power of my own that I couldn’t deny. With all the courage I could muster, I called the number on the billboard to schedule classes. I made sure that I paid the extra price for 1 on 1 coaching, and intentionally scheduled the last appointment of the day. I was informed to show up my first day with anything traditional that I had for a photo. Being into the anime scene, and having a fairly large asian population around me, I shopped to find something that looked close, but still sexy.
The day of my first lesson, I tied my pink hair up with a couple decorative chop sticks, put on my sexiest black thong, and draped a black silk komono over top. I walked in the dojo to see him, my senpai, and he took me back to a private room for pictures and instructions. He told me to sit cross legged, my hands folded neatly in my lap. I did, and he snapped a picture or two. Mustering all the courage I had, I knew I had to do something different. Otherwise I worry that I would actually leave with martial arts training instead of this beefcake of a man.
“I don’t think that’s my best side…. or angle. Do you mind if I try a different pose?” To which he agreed.
I quickly turned around and pulled my kimono up past my thighs and over the curve of my ass. His mouth immediately dropped. “Do you think this is a good angle?” I asked. “Uahhhh…. yeah. That’s….. great.” He stammered out, his jaw nearly on the floor. “I actually think this might even be a little better.” I said bending over at my waist and popping out my pussy as far as I could. I could feel the thong barely holding back my aching pussy.
The look on his face was priceless, and I could slowly see a buldge emerging beneath his crisp uniform. “Well…. aren’t you going to take a picture?” I asked with a smile. He snapped the camera without taking his attention off my ass. I guess that might be [my new student ID](https://www.reddit.com/r/thongs/comments/gsx79b/foc_big_booty_geisha/).
“I was hoping that you would notice me. Maybe I can convince you that I’m not the little girl that you once knew.” His face instantly moved from shock to confused. I could see the wheels turning in his head, and I seized the opportunity to pounce on my opponent. Maybe I hand’t learned nothing from my old lessons. I walked over to where he was seated and lifted my kimono just enough to slide both of my legs on either side of his. I brought my now wet thong to the top of his thigh to rub myself a couple times on his thick legs.
“Maybe our private instruction can focus on something other than karate.”
That was the day that senpai first noticed me. And I promise that he “noticed” me weekly for about an hour every week for 3 months.
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