[FM] My road trip adventure in Japan

Once upon a time, I seriously fucked up a hotel reservation.

This is a story from when I lived in Japan. I’ve got a lot of stories from that period of my life, but this one is kind of my favourite.

I met Rika at a karaoke bar. She was friends with some of my work friends. She was cute, with a nice smile, and dark brown, wavy hair. We exchanged numbers and started hanging out. We talked about music and movies and favourite places to go eat. We became friends.

I bemoaned the fact that I wanted to see more of Japan, but things outside of the Big Cities were hard to get to and navigate (especially since my kanji was shit). She offered to take me for a two-day drive around to her favourite spots on the coast, and I gladly took her up on her offer.

It was a magical trip, and I honestly didn’t expect anything to happen – we hadn’t even held hands at this point – spent driving along the southern coast of Honshu. Rika took care of everything: the maps, the restaurants, the temples and shrines we stopped at to take pictures of. I had one job, she told me: she gave me a name of a smallish city and told me to book a hotel.

So, I did. And it wasn’t until I showed up at the front desk that I realized my mistake. I’d booked a capsule hotel – I’d checked with her to make sure it was all good first – but what I didn’t realize was that I had booked a one-bed capsule and not one of the two-bed ones.

Rika was… not happy. Or so I thought. But she did decide to come up to the room with me anyways.

This wasn’t a proper capsule hotel like you see in Tokyo; the rooms were actually rooms, but only the size of a twin bed. We laid in bed, Rika giving me the silent treatment, and me just staring at the ceiling thinking how I’d messed this up, how she probably thought that I was just a typical white guy who just thought of her as a Japanese girl to fuck. I was already thinking on how to get home the next day, figuring she wouldn’t want to drive back with me, figuring she would rather not talk to me again…

And while I was thinking of that, I felt a hand lightly lay itself on my thigh. I looked at her and she was looking at me with her deep-brown eyes, her mouth half open. She leaned toward me and kissed me. It was the softest, lightest kiss, barely brushing my lips. I was scared to kiss her back, but I did, her lips supple and sweet.

Her hands were on my chest now, slowly going lower… and lower… and lower… And I was holding her back, one hand on the top half of her back, one hand on her lower back, and slowly going lower… and lower… and lower… Her hand stopped right above my waistband, but mine went down and cupped her ass, feeling her delicate curves. She gave a little gasp when I touched her.

She swung herself on top of me, and gasped again as she rubbed against my hardening member. She bit her lip and looked a little unsure of herself, but then took her shirt off. Her skin was silky smooth, and her breasts were these tiny, perky little things with wonderfully dark areolas.

I still remember seeing her in the dark, the three moles near her belly button. I sat up to kiss her again, and she kissed me back. I felt up her body and felt the goosebumps race along with my touch. Her hands were at my waist now and she was fully feeling me through my pajamas, rubbing my hard cock as I reached around and fully grabbed one soft ass cheek.

She took off her pants and shuttled mine down so they were around my calves. The space was so cramped that I didn’t even have room to totally kick them off. Fully naked now (I’d gotten my shirt off at some point too) she grabbed my penis and felt it, running her fingers over it before slowly moving to position herself over it. She had a nice natural bush.

I grabbed her hand and stopped her. “I don’t have protection,” I told her. She bit her lip and nodded at me.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replied, her hand still on my dick. “But I still want you.”

I moved my hand away and she slid herself onto my cock. She gave a little gasp as I entered her, and her face scrunched up in the pain of the initial entry. I braced her as she took more and more of me, slowly moving down my shaft.

She was so tight, and so wet, that it was all I could do to not blow myself inside of her right then and there.

I moved underneath her, matching the movement of her hips, my hands exploring her body as she slowly gyrated on me. Her eyes were shut, fully focusing on her movements, and her hand was over her mouth to stifle the quiet moans and gasps that were escaping her.

She stilled herself and then whispered, eyes still closed, “Please, you on top?” We awkwardly re-positioned ourselves so that she was beneath me and I was between her legs. I entered her again and her legs wrapped themselves around me. Her head was thrown back and she had to bite her hand to stop the whimper that was coming from her.

“Are you ok?” I asked. I am not particularly big, but she was particularly small. She said something in Japanese and then said in English “you… you fill me up so good.”

Part of me wishes that I talked dirty then, that I made her beg for my cock and tell me how good it was, but it wasn’t that kind of sex. Instead I started slowly moving inside of her, thrusting deeper and deeper steadily. More Japanese came out of her, then “Don’t stop!” and her fingers dug into my back. I was keeping quiet now too, and she could hear my shallow breaths and low grunts.

She came on me, grabbing onto me with all of her might with little ah ah ahs whispered into my ear with each thrust. I was moments away from bursting but managed to choke out “Not inside?” and she nodded. I pulled out just in time, spilling my seed across her soft, smooth body, marking her like a painting.

I had a small towel in my bag. We wiped her off and then lay back in that tiny bed, totally spent.

“Did you like it?” I asked. She nestled in closer to me in reply.

The next day we drove home. I kept waiting for her to bring it up again but I guess she was content to leave what had happened on our trip, and in the room in that city by the bay.

We still hung out for as long as I was in the country. The last time I saw her, we took a trip to Kyoto and we held hands wandering through Gion and she gave me a kiss at the train station as we went our separate ways.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uor2l8/fm_my_road_trip_adventure_in_japan