Author: CaptainPervlord

On-Show Onsen part four (finale): Return to the Hot Spring [MF] [FF] (Exhibitionist/voyeur)

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/oyvnog/onshow_onsen_part_one_spying_in_the_baths/)

[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/p0pq27/onshow_onsen_part_two_mixed_bathing/)

[Part Three](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/p21gw2/onshow_onsen_part_three_what_happens_in_the_sauna/)

We decided to be polite to the other guests and rinse off our sweat and fluids in the showers before going back outside. Tamara sat on a stool in front of me and pulled her hair around to the front so I could wash her back. There was a softer, more sensual intimacy in massaging soap into the long, non-erogenous expanse of her spine and shoulders. A quick fuck was one thing, but cleaning each other up seemed somehow more personal.

I stepped in, pressing my bare chest and still-recovering penis into the smooth slipperiness of her body, reaching my arms around her. We were so completely naked to each other, skin against skin all the way down. Under the guise of washing, I fondled her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples, ticking the areola in spirals until I felt them harden under my touch. I caressed her midsection, smearing it with soap bubbles in slow, downward strokes until I reached her thighs. I spread them – she shivered with anticipation, but I let that feeling build by taking my time with the fronts and insides of her legs, enjoying their firmness, tracing the outlines of her tattooed finches. Her breathing was heavy and punctuated by small gasps by the time I started washing around her pussy and pubic mound. At that point, my weak flesh had caught up to my willing spirit. I knew she would have felt my cock stiffen into the small of her back and noticed the way I shifted to let it complete its passage from downward pointing to upward. I rinsed the soap off my hands and fingered her properly, grinding my hardness into her back. Read more »

On-Show Onsen part three: What Happens in the Sauna… [FM] (Exhibitionist/voyeur)

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/oyvnog/onshow_onsen_part_one_spying_in_the_baths/)

[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/p0pq27/onshow_onsen_part_two_mixed_bathing/)

Our feet slapped on the tile of the indoor baths and we were all hands and giggles and full frontal with our arousal on show. Bryn hung over the side of one of the cool tubs, her low-hanging tits draping past the rim, her eyes staring at us, shamelessly. I wondered how she would react if I asked what her other hand was doing under the water. She winked as we passed.

The sauna door was near the entrance, where there were stools and short showers to rinse off before entering. One of these was in use by a member of the group who hadn’t come down initially.

“Oh!” said Jordan, who was a plush lesbian with a nose ring and a neon green undercut. Both her nipples were pierced, I managed to see before she got her hand over them, and her upper forearm bore a *Dark Side of the Moon* tattoo.

Tamara didn’t bother to cover her nakedness. I did, figuring Jordan hadn’t been part of the initial group that agreed to mix the baths. She definitely saw everything before I got the chance, but I hoped to get points for trying. “We decided on together baths tonight!” the girl on my arm announced. “No shame because it’s just our group here. And what happens in the sauna stays in the sauna.” Read more »

On-Show Onsen part two: Mixed Bathing [MF] (exhibitionist/voyeur)

For part one of this story, click [here](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/oyvnog/onshow_onsen_part_one_spying_in_the_baths/).

I left the male hot spring, pausing only to pick up my little towel. It would have been rude to leave it. Even though the option had been opened to everyone, I didn’t stop to check if any of the others were moving. I expected Jim would need a bit to build up his courage, and Liam and Terry probably weren’t going to be into all the heterosexual flirting our group bath would invoke. They’d probably appreciate some time alone anyway.

My erection quite literally led the way as I moved through the indoor portion to the changing area. I towelled off as briskly as I thought I could get away with and pulled just my kimono on, tying it off in a pretty half-assed way. I’d only have to take a few steps to get over to the girls’ side, but it could change the situation for the worse if I was spotted by someone not in on the bit. But there was no one there. Read more »

On-Show Onsen part one: Spying in the Baths [MF] (exhibitionist/voyeur)

The traditional Japanese onsen can be a confronting experience if you’re not used to casual nudity, but I’m nothing if not willing to try new things. The three-week tour of the country I had signed up for, along with two dozen other young men and women, stopped overnight at no less than two onsen hotels. The first was close to Tokyo, and busy. The amount of local eyes meant a decent chunk of our tour had to sit the baths out, because even the smallest tattoo was a huge taboo. The second one, a *shinkansen* ride into the countryside, we had to ourselves, and our local guide advised the owners would probably look the other way and not assume we were yakuza if those of us forbidden by little ankle, wrist and shoulder pieces (plus one guy with a full sleeve) decided to take a dip.

It may have helped attendance that we were a lot further into the trip by now, with the group’s comradery developed a lot further than it had been at the first resort. Also that the sake had flowed freely over dinner before we were led back to the hotel. Read more »

On-Show Onsen part one: Spying in the Baths [MF] (exhibitionist/voyeur)

The traditional Japanese onsen can be a confronting experience if you’re not used to casual nudity, but I’m nothing if not willing to try new things. The three-week tour of the country I had signed up for, along with two dozen other young men and women, stopped overnight at no less than two onsen hotels. The first was close to Tokyo, and busy. The amount of local eyes meant a decent chunk of our tour had to sit the baths out, because even the smallest tattoo was a huge taboo. The second one, a *shinkansen* ride into the countryside, we had to ourselves, and our local guide advised the owners would probably look the other way and not assume we were yakuza if those of us forbidden by little ankle, wrist and shoulder pieces (plus one guy with a full sleeve) decided to take a dip.

It may have helped attendance that we were a lot further into the trip by now, with the group’s comradery developed a lot further than it had been at the first resort. Also that the sake had flowed freely over dinner before we were led back to the hotel. Read more »

I Sleep Nude, She Wears Pyjamas

I like to sleep in the nude. Stark naked. No underwear, no socks, just my skin and the covers. I have basically since I became an adult. My girlfriend is the exact opposite – she loves her pyjamas. Sometimes it seems like half her wardrobe is sleepwear, from the full-length striped flannel to the little satin shorts and tops to the brief, thin nighties. And if it’s not the dedicated sleepwear, she slides under the covers with at least her panties on, but usually a long shirt or a tank top as well. Sometimes I’m blessed by her lingerie, all straps and lace cutouts, accentuating her considerable assets, but never giving it all away. There is a fundamental inequality in exposure when we go to bed, but it doesn’t bother me at all.

Firstly, she likes to look at me, and I make sure she gets to. She’s usually in bed reading by the time I come in. I always notice the way she peeks over the top of her book when I strip, how she spies at my body, my dick, my ass as I move my used clothes to the basket and stretch a final time before lying down. Read more »

I Sleep Nude, She Wears Pyjamas [MF] (CFNM)

I like to sleep in the nude. Stark naked. No underwear, no socks, just my skin and the covers. I have basically since I became an adult. My girlfriend is the exact opposite – she loves her pyjamas. Sometimes it seems like half her wardrobe is sleepwear, from the full-length striped flannel to the little satin shorts and tops to the brief, thin nighties. And if it’s not the dedicated sleepwear, she slides under the covers with at least her panties on, but usually a long shirt or a tank top as well. Sometimes I’m blessed by her lingerie, all straps and lace cutouts, accentuating her considerable assets, but never giving it all away. There is a fundamental inequality in exposure when we go to bed, but it doesn’t bother me at all.

Firstly, she likes to look at me, and I make sure she gets to. She’s usually in bed reading by the time I come in. I always notice the way she peeks over the top of her book when I strip, how she spies at my body, my dick, my ass as I move my used clothes to the basket and stretch a final time before lying down. Read more »

I Sleep Nude, She Wears Pyjamas [MF]

I like to sleep in the nude. Stark naked. No underwear, no socks, just my skin and the covers. I have basically since I became an adult. My girlfriend is the exact opposite – she loves her pyjamas. Sometimes it seems like half her wardrobe is sleepwear, from the full-length striped flannel to the little satin shorts and tops to the brief, thin nighties. And if it’s not the dedicated sleepwear, she slides under the covers with at least her panties on, but usually a long shirt or a tank top as well. Sometimes I’m blessed by her lingerie, all straps and lace cutouts, accentuating her considerable assets, but never giving it all away. There is a fundamental inequality in exposure when we go to bed, but it doesn’t bother me at all.

Firstly, she likes to look at me, and I make sure she gets to. She’s usually in bed reading by the time I come in. I always notice the way she peeks over the top of her book when I strip, how she spies at my body, my dick, my ass as I move my used clothes to the basket and stretch a final time before lying down. Read more »