Hye-Jin in Japanese Public Bath
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Sento Cleaning LadyThis is Hye-Jin again—the Korean-American in Japan who loves nylon stockings and shows them off every chance I have. At five-feet-seven-inches, one-hundred-and-ten-pounds, with flowing, silky black hair, my sexy lingerie and fine RHT stockings draw second looks wherever I travel. My obsession with stockings began in college days, but intensified with a stocking adventure in Jamaica and later introduction to the sensual art of nuru massage in Japan—taught to me by my new sensei (teacher), Masa.Masa, a professional nuru masseur in Tokyo, came up with a great idea for a new fantasy service. In Japanese sento, public baths, it’s expected that an obasan (older lady) can freely walk around in the men’s changing room and bathing area as part of her job to keep the place clean and tidy—while naked men are in full frontal view. It’s culturally accepted and perfectly normal. So it would be hardly unusual for a woman to enter the men’s bathing area and roam around at will.Masa’s idea was for me to play the cleaning lady role wearing a sexy uniform and nylons. He wanted to try out the idea at a friend’s sento frequented by younger workers in their thirties and forties who stop by for a refreshing bath before heading home to their lonely apartments. I was quite excited to try out the idea as I wondered what it would feel like to exhibit my sexy body before naked virile men in a public bath.We picked a Wednesday for the trial run. In my Asakusa apartment, I laid out a white cleaning woman’s uniform made of thin cotton that didn’t hide much underneath. I pulled open a drawer with my growing collection of garter belts, sheer bras and panties, and FF and RHT stockings. For tonight’s test, I chose a light pink six-strap garter belt, transparently sheer pink high-cut panties and matching bra, and a pair of Hanes RHTs in my favorite “Barely There” tan shade. I didn’t bother with a slip. A pair of white slingback sandals completed the ensemble. Masa picked me up promptly at 6 pm and drove to Hanayu (“flower bath”), a sento in an older section Side Escort of Tokyo. As Masa drove through the busy streets, he reached over and placed his hand on my thigh and felt the garter straps and nylon tops through the filmy thin dress. “Ohhhh,” he whispered, “you feel so sexy! The sento clients will definitely get more excited with you walking around, compared to the obasan who they usually see. It will be worth it to gauge their reaction.”We arrived by 7 at the old sento tucked between a dry cleaning shop and a cafe. Two noren (cloth curtains) adorned the front of the sento—one blue for men with the kanji 男, for “man”, and the other red for women with the kanji 女 for “woman.” Masa introduced me to Kimiko, the fifty-six-year-old cashier and “gatekeeper” of both the men’s and women’s sides.“Welcome,” Kimiko cheerfully greeted. “I’m glad that Masa-san wants to try a new idea to liven things up in this old-fashioned sento. As you know, the neighborhood sento is a dying tradition in Japan. Your idea could bring in new customers! I’m sure the guys will, for a change, pay more attention to who’s cleaning the locker room and bathing area.” Kimiko pointed into the men’s locker room and said, “There’s already a couple of your buddies from the soccer team who came here after practice. They would be good guinea pigs because they are horny, and normally ignore the cleaning lady.”“Kimiko-san,” I said, “I’m so excited to see what I can do to make the sento more fun and see if we can stimulate more customers.” As I walked by Kimiko, I gave her a sly wink. I picked up a yellow pail, brush, and cleaning cloth on the way into the changing area. Before entering, I slipped off my sandals as is standard etiquette in Japan and set them to the side. I donned a large kerchief on my head, just like the obasan cleaning ladies. Now I was dressed just like many cleaning ladies, except I was much younger and sexier—and definitely not wearing granny panties.The locker room floor was covered with plastic tatami straw mats which provided manavgat escort bayan a smooth, comfortable walking surface. My nylons slid across the tatami floor with a barely audible hissing sound. The only guy in the room seemed to pay little attention to me as he dressed to leave—probably assuming that I was the regular cleaning lady and avoided eye contact. I, however, paid attention to the guy—buff, tanned, and well-hung. Wow, this was better than leafing through firemen’s calendars! I could already feel my pussy getting moist with anticipation.I opened the sliding door to the bathing room and walked right in, just like the cleaning lady obasan would have. The room was filled with thick steam, like heavy fog, and I couldn’t see much more than a few feet.The floor was covered with water and my RHT nylons immediately became wet and the reinforced heels and toes turned dark right away. I walked toward the row of showers against one wall away from the bathers. Again, no one seemed to pay me any mind—just busily washing themselves with steaming hot water and soap before entering the clean bathwater. It’s a cardinal sin to enter the bath without thoroughly cleaning oneself from head to toes.I had to start my “job” somewhere, so I picked the first stall to my left. I filled the pail with hot water from the faucet before removing the shower spray from the wall to shoot down the stall. There was residual shampoo and soap that required a quick scrubbing and rinse. Hot water was flying every which way, and my white uniform was getting soaked through—exposing my lightly colored garter belt and panties, as well as dark stocking tops. Water dribbled down my darkened stockings as I finished cleaning the first stall. Before moving on to the next stall, I neatly rearranged the bottles of shampoo, conditioner and body soap.I continued for another couple of stalls before one of the bathers came over to check me out. ”Well, who do we have here? She’s not the regular obasan! Wow, she’s really something for a cleaning Escort alanya lady. What’s your name?”I replied, “Hye-Jin. I’m the temporary cleaning lady, so get used to seeing me here tonight.”“Hye-Jin,” he replied, “I hope you’ll be more than temporary. My name is Tomo. Pleased to meet you.”“Tomo, nice to meet you also. Don’t mind me. I’ll just get back to work while you relax in the bath.”“Hye-Jin,” Tomo said, “Masa mentioned that you would be here to help with more than cleaning. He told me you provided FS—full service—and that you just love to do it.”“Tomo,” I replied, “did Masa tell you that? That info was supposed to be shared later after I got to know the clientele better. But, yes, I do provide FS with a smile.” The naked Tomo pulled me toward him and put his arms around my back. Tomo leaned down and looked into my eyes. “Hye-jin,” Tomo whispered, “you are so lovely, I can’t resist.” Tomo reached behind me and pulled me close as our lips found each other. His hands roamed down to my hips and pulled up the back of my uniform. “One thing I cannot resist is sexy nylons.” The soaking wet Tomo caressed my thighs, running his hands up and down my stocking tops and along the garter straps, then gently stroked my panties. His bare dick was stuck between my legs, sliding along my sheer nylon gusset and teasing my aching pussy. Tomo gently pulled the zipper down my back and let my uniform slide down to the wet tiled floor. Only my sheer bra separated my hardening nipples from his rippling chest. I was already sweating in the steam-filled bathing area and rivulets of bathwater mixed with perspiration from both our bodies. I could feel my juices flowing as Tomo’s prick teased my cunt through my transparent panties. My RHT stockings darkened as they were thoroughly soaked. Tomo slid his sweat-slickened body against mine, like a standing nuru massage. He moaned as his dick was as stiff as a pole and rubbed my moistening cunt.“Tomo,” I begged, “don’t stop! You’re so big and hard…”Tomo softly said into my ear, “I can’t stop either. You’re the most ravishing beauty I’ve ever met and definitely a huge improvement over the regular obasan we naked guys ignore as we all go about our business.” While embracing and French kissing me, Tomo ran his fingers through my silky jet black hair which flowed like a waterfall to the middle of my back.
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