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Before heading to Kyoto, I was unaware that I could book escort services through an online dating website. It wasn't until two days before my departure that I received an email from my friend David informing me that I could arrange the trip in advance. I had never heard of this online service before; I only knew about escort services from travel agency advertisements in newspapers. While booking such a service online was inexpensive and tempting, I was still worried about being scammed. The process was actually quite simple. Since I wasn't a member, I had to apply to the site administrator beforehand. The administrator quickly replied, briefly introducing their services and asking about my health and preferences, which I answered. They then sent me membership terms, including advertisements for male escorts in various locations (unfortunately, my accommodation wasn't listed). Finally, they asked me to send US$50 (or possibly NTD or HKD) within a week.
I was quite tempted after reading their introduction. I thought $50 wasn't a huge amount, and it would be nice to have some fun on my trip. Even if I got scammed, it would just be like having my wallet stolen – a small loss to avoid further trouble. Since I was leaving in two days, I wrote to the station manager again, sending a copy of my remittance slip via Scanner, asking him to make an exception and arrange things for me as soon as possible. The station manager seemed very helpful; he immediately sent a photo explaining that originally there were five people to choose from, but time was tight, and only this one person could be arranged at the moment. He asked if that was okay, and specifically mentioned that if I didn't like the
person after meeting them, I could ask the escort to introduce me to other people locally, and I could give her a small tip depending on the situation. The manager would tell her this. I figured I'd already paid, and having someone was better than having no one at all, so I agreed. After arriving in Kyoto, I immediately found a place to stay, because I was eager to find a place to meet the escort. To be honest, I was already quite eager to try it out on the plane. At the bar, I contacted the escort using the phone number the station manager had given me, but a man answered. I couldn't understand what he was saying, and I thought I'd probably been scammed. Just then, a kind woman nearby (who happened to speak Mandarin) seemed to realize I was looking for a woman. She offered to make another call for me, and I thought I might as well try again, so I asked her to make the call.
After exchanging a bunch of words in Japanese with the man on the other end, she hung up and told me with a smile that the woman would call back later, and that I shouldn't leave and could go back to my room to wait. About half an hour later, the phone rang. I answered, and a very gentle female voice asked cautiously if I was Mr. Xu from mainland China. I said yes, and she said she had just returned from the airport and hadn't picked me up, thinking she had made a mistake. At this point, I was probably at my wit's end, so I interrupted her, saying I was in room number so-and-so at a certain hotel, and asked her to come quickly.
She seemed to smile and say okay, then said goodbye and hung up. It was then that I suddenly realized, how come this person was also Chinese, and spoke fluent Mandarin? Because the station manager had given me a Japanese name. While I was still wondering about it, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw the woman I had seen in the photo. She seemed a little older in person, but still possessed a certain charm. Upon meeting her, I decided not to mention finding someone else. She looked to be in her forties, almost fifty, but quite attractive, exactly my "taste."
I quickly ushered her into the room, thinking I should get things done quickly. Like the other female liaisons, she bowed repeatedly and said "please take care of me." I suddenly wanted to ask her how she could speak Mandarin. She smiled, seemingly a little shy, and said she grew up in China and only returned to Japan a few years ago, so she could speak fluent Mandarin, making her practically half-Chinese.
I remembered that a couple of years ago, some Japanese orphans from World War II returned to Japan to settle down, but I never expected them to be doing something like this. I didn't dare ask, guessing they probably couldn't make a living after returning to Japan. However, I was very grateful to the station manager for understanding his customers' psychology. He first asked if I spoke Japanese, and when I said no, he assigned me a Japanese woman who spoke Chinese. I thought to myself that next time I must say I can speak everything,
I wonder what kind of people I'll meet then.
I suddenly couldn't speak, standing there not knowing how to start. Because the woman was much older than me, even from the previous generation, although I was willing to try a woman of that age, when the time came, I felt more awe than courage. She was very generous, asking if I had eaten, if I needed to rest, etc. I answered no to all of them, because at that moment I only had one thought: how to tell her I wanted to sleep with her? But what she said next made me feel that this trip was worthwhile. First, I made a mistake of being too hasty, only wanting to find a hotel to do the deed, not knowing she would pick me up at the airport, and that the money I paid included these expenses. Moreover, I didn't need to find a hotel, because for escort services like this, the escorts would provide a private, comfortable place, like a home, for only a third of the price of a hotel.
So I quickly checked out and went with her to her place. To be honest, I was also quite impulsive, afraid of being extorted in an unknown place. But I said that there was another man there, and wondered if it would be inconvenient. She smiled (seemingly relaxed) and said we weren't going there; the man was her Japanese husband, an elderly man living alone, and we were going to her usual place. It seemed she was just using marriage as an excuse to return to Japan to settle down. On the way there, I learned a lot more about these escort services. Apparently, they all had an agreement with the service company to introduce one or two clients to their place each month, and they only earned a small amount from the clients' accommodation fees,
without taking tips.
The site manager had also specifically mentioned this, that unless they were satisfied, they generally didn't take extra tips. They all usually have another job. For example, my friend works as a part-time nanny, but because the cost of living in Japan is very high, she also has to pay her elderly Japanese husband a monthly allowance, so she has to earn extra money. She learned about this escort service from a neighbor who works as a prostitute, so she registered her name on the website. The company doesn't usually contact her; they only call her when she has clients. Because she's older, she doesn't have many clients. The last time was two months ago, when a boy younger than me stayed for three days.
She said that it seems many boys like women like her, probably because they have some special feelings for her. She said this with a hint of shyness, and I suddenly felt guilty about my own secret thoughts. Her Chinese surname is Su, and I've been calling her Aunt Su ever since. She seemed happy that I called her that, as probably no one in Japan would call her that. We arrived at her house, a courtyard with three households, which seemed to be rented out. But after going inside, I thought it was quite nice, very clean, and really felt like a home.
Aunt Su had probably lived in China for a long time, so the room was furnished in a very Chinese style. Although it was a tatami room, you could sit down without crossing your legs. After I entered, she asked me to wait a moment, then placed a bunch of drinks in front of me and asked which one I preferred. I suddenly felt awkward, like a guest in someone's home. But I quickly realized why I was there, so I told her I planned to stay for about a week, depending on what I needed to do. She seemed very happy to hear that, saying it didn't matter how long I stayed.
I knew why she was so happy, so I tactfully asked how much the rent was. She hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said there was no rush to talk about money; I could pay three days' rent upfront. I said thank you very much. She explained that it was the company's rule: they could only collect half the rent for the booked period, with the remainder due upon departure. She said the company had initially been scammed; some escorts would rent a room temporarily, collect the full rent, and then leave, leaving the clients evicted by the landlords. I think that's true. It should be said that the company has considered things very carefully, otherwise they would really have been scammed.
I immediately paid Aunt Su three days' rent, which came to about $120. This was really cheap, because the hotel I'd just stayed at cost over $80 a day. Luckily, Aunt Su arrived in time, saving me the trouble. At that moment, I actually wished I'd paid her more; honestly, the service was really good. But my desire for her was fading… Aunt Su seemed to read my mind, standing up and asking if I wanted to take a shower first. I felt a bit sweaty and thought a shower would help get rid of the odor. So Aunt Su went to the bathroom to boil water, while I waited in the living room… By the time Aunt Su came to call me, I had almost finished a large glass of sake, and my head was a little dizzy. Aunt Su helped me stand up. Although the seating area didn't require sitting cross-legged, it was quite low, and my legs were still sore when I stood up.
When I got to the bathroom, I saw a large wooden tub filled with water. At this moment, Aunt Su bowed again, placing her hands on her knees, and said, "May I help you take off your clothes?" I couldn't tell if it was nervousness or impulsiveness; I just felt a little "dizzy," and even my voice trembled as I replied, "Okay...okay..." Actually, I wanted to say I could do it myself, but I felt too weak, so I let Aunt Su remove all my clothes. However, just as I was about to expose my private parts, somehow a large bath towel was wrapped around my waist. Aunt Su tested the water temperature with her hand and said, "You can go in and wash now."
I stepped into the bathtub and immediately felt much more relaxed. Just as I was about to close my eyes and soak for a while, I saw Aunt Su also starting to undress. I didn't dare to look directly at her, yet I couldn't resist peeking out of the corner of my eye. Aunt Su wasn't completely naked; she also had a bath towel wrapped around her chest. However, with my attention highly focused, I still caught a glimpse of her bare back and dazzlingly white buttocks during her quick change of clothes. My face flushed and my heart raced. To be honest, although I sometimes dream of having sex with women older than myself, this was the first time I'd ever bathed with a woman so much older than me. It excited me, but also made me feel a little guilty.
Aunt Su didn't come in to wash; instead, she went around to my back and started pouring water on my head and back with a towel. Her hands gently touched my skin, making me feel like every pore on my body opened up. When she started rubbing my chest and back, I felt so good I almost fainted, and my penis started throbbing and hardening. Aunt Su probably noticed my discomfort, but she didn't say anything. Her hands seemed to be deliberately caressing my chest, pinching my nipples between her fingers with each circle—it was driving me crazy! After washing my upper body, it was time for my lower body. Aunt Su gestured for me to stand up, but how could I stand up at this point? Although the towel hadn't fallen off, if I stood up, wouldn't my wet clothes be completely exposed?
At this moment, Aunt Su gently, seemingly casually, whispered in my ear, "Then sit down." Then, with one hand, she slowly untied the knot behind my waist, one hand caressed my chest, and the other touched my buttocks… Because the bathtub was actually like a bucket, Aunt Su was now half-standing, her face close to my ear. I could feel her breathing becoming heavier, and glancing slightly out of the corner of my eye, I saw her face was very red, whether from embarrassment or the heat of the bathroom, I couldn't tell.
She made me feel so ticklish, and I couldn't help but want to lift myself up. At this moment, Aunt Su… My aunt stuck a finger under my buttocks and started rubbing my anus… It was awful, I was about to faint, this almost made me die… She washed me like that, until she washed everything except that area, before gently telling me to wash my front. Of course I knew where that was, but how was I supposed to wash like that? I desperately wanted to ejaculate! She seemed embarrassed too, saying, “Don’t be embarrassed, just think of me as your mommy, and you as a child!”
I really wanted to call her “Mommy,” she was clearly provoking me again! I only remember shaking my head haphazardly and saying I was done washing, and I think I just stirred the water a few times with my hand. If she really rubbed and scrubbed like that, I was afraid something would float to the surface. Changing my clothes was also difficult; when she dried me off, I felt like I was being torn apart. She wiped the other areas and then told me to wipe my genitals myself, but she kept watching me. How could I wipe my "gun" like that? What if I accidentally aroused?
I've lived this long and had sex with many women, mostly for pleasure, but this was the first time I felt my desire was so easily aroused, and the helplessness of wanting to release but having no way to express it was suffocating. Was I seeking pleasure or suffering? After showering, I felt completely exhausted, as if I had done it many times. Aunt Su led me to the room to rest, and I only felt more awake after she closed the door. I couldn't help but reach down and rub myself vigorously a couple of times. Ouch... this was really awful!! When I felt a little better, I was unwilling to arouse myself before even starting, so I had to endure it and soon drifted off to sleep.
When Aunt Su came to wake me again, it was already dark. I woke up and saw it was 9 pm. Aunt Su had already prepared dinner and was waiting for me. This was a very sumptuous Japanese meal, including fresh oysters, which are said to be good for boosting yang energy. But
I was genuinely worried that after eating all that, I wouldn't even dare to stand up. After the meal, Aunt Su originally planned to call a taxi to take me sightseeing, but I had almost no interest in sightseeing at all; I was only thinking about what the next "program" would be. To be honest, although Aunt Su was older, I secretly felt that she was more sophisticated than those young women, especially after she said she treated me like her mother—it felt like a dream.
So, I sat down with Aunt Su to watch TV. She seemed to really enjoy the variety shows, laughing happily the whole time; it was hard to believe she was almost 50. In fact, I later learned she was only 42; the hardships of life had just made her look older. I watched the TV shows without really understanding what they were saying, and secondly, I simply didn't have the heart to watch them. I was only thinking about the scenes and feelings I had while taking a bath. To be honest, I really wanted to take another bath, or even just soak for a week. Aunt Su had changed into a loose-fitting kimono with a low neckline. When she smiled and turned to the side, her chest was visible; though flat-chested, it still held a fatal attraction for me.
Finally, we finished watching that incomprehensible variety show. Aunt Su seemed very happy, holding my hand and asking if I didn't like it, saying she was only enjoying herself. I said it was alright, but inwardly I was really annoyed that she hadn't thought of me at all while watching. She looked apologetic, holding both my hands, smiling slightly, and said, "Well then… let's go rest…" Her face was rosy, looking very beautiful in the flickering light of the television. I thought Aunt Su must have been very beautiful when she was young. She then led me into the room. It turned out that the place I had just slept was her bedroom; I had thought it was a room reserved for guests.
Aunt Su took out a brand-new white cloth and instructed me to change into it. I didn't understand what she meant, but she said the instructions were on the packaging and I could follow them. Then she left the room. I stood there, and soon I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. I got excited again, looking at the pattern on the white cloth under the light. It turned out to be a loincloth commonly used by Japanese men. I'd only ever seen Japanese men wear these in movies; I never imagined I'd have to wear it on my very first day in Japan. I haphazardly tied it according to the instructions on the packaging, but I felt very uncomfortable because my lower body was already sticking up. I was afraid it would slip out if I didn't secure it properly.
After everything was ready, I lay down on the tatami mat, closed my eyes, and waited for what was about to happen. But Aunt Su didn't come for a long time. Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, and feeling exhausted from the day's busy schedule at the plane and hotel, I drifted off to sleep. Before I knew it… I felt a body next to me, smelling of shampoo, cool and refreshing. I was still slightly conscious, and unconsciously reached out to touch this body, only to find myself touching a flat stomach. The skin was cool to the touch, which felt so comfortable. I couldn't help but gently stroke it back and forth…
Gradually, Aunt Su began to pant. She reached out and wrapped her arm around my neck, holding me close and kissing my neck and chin. Her kisses were gentle yet skillful; each time I tried to kiss her lips, she skillfully avoided me… I wanted to slip my hand between her legs, but when I reached down, I discovered she was also wearing a cloth around her waist. I could only caress the outline of her body. Her legs were tightly closed, preventing me from easily penetrating. I had no choice but to move upwards. She wasn't wearing any clothes; her breasts were spread out on her chest, as one would expect
from a woman her age. However, her nipples were large, and they quickly hardened when I touched them, becoming as hard as small grapes. Her breathing grew heavier, and my hand returned to between her legs, trying to slip inside her thighs. She held me tightly, but her legs relaxed. When I touched that already slightly wet area, she kissed my lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth and sucking on it… Her lower body was very wet. I carefully unbuttoned her blouse, first placing my hand on her mons pubis, gently stroking the fine downy hair. That patch of hair was truly lush, covering her entire vulva. I slowly parted it with my fingers, exploring her clitoris with my middle and index fingers. With almost no effort, I pinched that already engorged member between my fingertips. I rubbed it with my thumb, dipped my middle finger in her vaginal fluid,
and then smeared it on her clitoris. Her breathing grew heavier, almost suffocating me with her kisses.
I felt incredibly good because she wasn't being coy at all, responding completely to my rhythm. At this moment, she also reached down to my crotch, trying to untie my blouse, but I had probably tied a tight knot because I was afraid it would fall down. She couldn't untie it no matter how hard she tried, so she loosened the knot from both sides and then reached in from above to grasp my penis, stroking it rhythmically, and even scraping the glans with her thumb, making me feel numb and tingling... We groped around for a long time, and some slippery lustful fluid seeped out from my crotch. Her crotch was even more wet and slippery, as if she wanted it too... Before I could take the initiative, she had already rolled over and climbed on top of me, kissing me while saying intermittently, "You can't untie it down there, can I be on top?"
I was silenced by her covering my mouth and could not speak, so I could only nod. She lifted herself up, pulled my pocket cover down a little more, revealing my testicles, and gently rubbed them in her palms. She sighed softly, "Xu Jun... I... I want you..." She slowly moved back and forth on top of me, my penis sliding in and out of her vagina. Her vagina was loose, but every time she sat down forcefully, it would grip me, and when she relaxed forward, it felt like it was slid out like waves, only to be sucked back in just before reaching the entrance, making me feel as if I was about to be sucked out.
She was so wild on top of me, the rhythm getting faster and faster, and I really couldn't hold back anymore. It was then that I realized I hadn't put on a condom. While moving with her, I said, "I'm not wearing one, what should I do?" She moved quickly, saying, "It's...okay, you...put it in." I'd never experienced anything so pleasurable before. When I bought sex before, either they'd ask for a tip halfway through, or they'd insist on a condom before they'd do it. Someone like Aunt Su was truly rare. Just as I was thinking this, Aunt Su put her head close to my ear and whispered, "Auntie, are you...very horny?" I could feel her laughing. I pushed... I thrust into her a few times and said, "I'm afraid you won't agree!" She also vigorously manipulated me, as if explaining, or perhaps flirting: "Auntie hasn't... felt this good in a long time... such a young body... Auntie is a little reluctant to let go!..."
After playing for about an hour, I finally came. When I was about to ejaculate, I whispered that I couldn't go on, but she seemed to have reached her climax yet. Hearing me say that, she grabbed my hand and rubbed it hard on her clitoris, then made rapid "oh... oh..." sounds. I held back and thrust hard, ejaculating my hot semen. She finally reached her climax too, collapsing on top of me, panting heavily, her whole body rising and falling. My still not fully softened penis was being sucked by her labia at the entrance of her vagina, it felt so good!!!
After that night, I made love with Aunt Su almost every night. During the day, she was like a loving mother, but at night she became a completely different person, making me really not want to go home. However, I was just a passerby, and eventually I had to leave… This was my last night. Aunt Su had already picked up my plane ticket the day before, and I had paid my rent. I counted on my fingers and realized I had stayed for a full eight days. During these days, besides running some errands, I mostly just snuggled up to Aunt Su and acted like a child. Once, after making love, she asked me if I had specifically wanted to find an older woman this time. I didn't answer, but she laughed and said, "You boys just have all sorts of crazy dreams." I asked her if she had done the same thing with that boy from last time. She hesitated, feeling embarrassed, but nodded in admission.
I asked her what the difference was between boys and men. She thought for a moment and said, "Men only care about their own pleasure during sex, while boys like to explore a woman's body, and sometimes that exploration excites women too." After saying this, she laughed self-deprecatingly and didn't say anything more. I've felt the same way these past few days, like I've returned to an infantile state. But the frenzy during sex often makes me feel controlled by a depraved, animalistic desire. I don't know if it's a bit perverted, but I'm sure I'll still request such services in the future; it's much better than buying sex.
The night before I left, Aunt Su specially prepared a lot of delicious food for me, and dinner that night was spent in a very lewd atmosphere. I told Aunt Su not to wear anything except a bath towel, because I was really obsessed with her thick pubic hair, which kept me fantasizing. Aunt Su was also very happy and drank a little wine. I took out my camera, determined to take a picture of her to take back as a souvenir, but she just wouldn't let me, grabbing the camera from me, even spilling wine between her legs.
I let go, letting her hold the camera, while I crawled between her legs and sucked the wine droplets on her pubic hair, my tongue moving, arousing her as well, so she agreed to let me take a picture. I knelt between her legs, and she lifted her towel. I aimed at her genitals and pressed the shutter. Because I was so close, the photo was a bit blurry when it was developed, but every time I see that tuft of hair, it reminds me of that wonderful time. After taking that picture, we hugged and kissed for a while longer, and in my excitement, I took a few more full-body shots.
Aunt Su usually wears glasses, but that day she took them off, and she looked a little different, which excited me even more. I had her spread her legs. By then, we were both a bit drunk, and I even wet her pubic hair with sake and parted it like combing her hair, exposing her labia and clitoris, and then took a picture. At this point, she didn't object at all, only saying that I should have it developed at a nearby fast-food shop the next day and leave the negatives for her. Of course I agreed, how could I not! Then we took a shower together, but this time she had a lot of spilled alcohol on her, and I was also eager to make love to her again. She just rinsed herself off haphazardly under the tap, and I took a few pictures of her showering as a memento.
After she finished showering, she almost impatiently grabbed me and fell to the floor, groping me all over while saying, "Let Auntie really like you!..." That night, Aunt Su and I did it many times until I felt a bit sore and my back ached so much I couldn't lift myself anymore. Sigh... If I could have had more days like this, I really would forget about home. The only slight regret was that Aunt Su didn't like oral sex; she didn't like sucking me, but she really liked me sucking her. Several times I came too quickly, and she would ask me to kiss her genitals, and then she would also orgasm as if she were masturbating.
So I felt that her lovemaking wasn't faked, but that she really had a reaction and need. With this feeling, although it wasn't the feeling of being sucked that I usually liked, I was still very satisfied. I believe that given more time, Aunt Su might agree to give it a try. However, all of this will have to wait until next time. Next time? I don't know. I feel like I've become quite dependent on Aunt Su, and I even find that other young girls can't interest me anymore. In fact, I did go to buy sex after I went back home, but I never felt the same way again. Even the touch couldn't compare to what Aunt Su gave me.
The problem often lies in proper communication between those who buy sex. With an intermediary, both parties can choose partners based on their interests, and it's also cheaper – isn't that a great solution? Hopefully, everyone can find someone they like and embark on a thrilling journey…

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