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THE HARUKI SAITO STORY
PART 4 - JAPAN
Upon their arrival at work on Monday morning, Miki immediately started telling all of the staff in the bank that Haruki had found a new love interest, a special male friend who had a big house outside of Matsudo, on the way to Tsukuba. She told them that they had even flown to Tokyo Disneyland in his private helicopter. Haruki quickly became the center of attention among the women in the bank who talked about her all morning.
Haruki Saito, the pretty 23-year old accounting clerk, understandably denied everything, saying that Hiro Koto was only a friend she and Miki had just met and spent a little time with. Miki, though, told them that Haruki had sat beside him, cuddling up and even putting her feet up on the couch beside him. This brought a blush to Haruki’s face, who explained that she was only trying to be friendly and nice.
Her whole morning of denial was to no avail, though, when two dozen blood-red, long-stemmed roses were delivered to her at the bank later that morning. A very pretty card, also adorned with embossed roses, simple read “Until Friday, Little One” and it was signed Hiro Koto. The girls asked her why he called her little one when she was five feet five inches tall. She explained that he was quite a large powerful man and he liked to call her little one and kiss her on the head. That brought great laughter from many of the other women.
Even through all of the teasing she had suffered from her coworkers, Haruki looked forward to Friday. Hiro Koto was coming to pick her up after work and to take her out for the evening. In fact, he had asked her to spend the whole weekend with him, including a special dinner at his Matsudo home on Saturday for his mentor, Hikaru Yamato. Miki would be coming for dinner on Saturday too.
Haruki had packed a small case with some extra clothes and lingerie that she thought she might need over the weekend. She wore a beautiful white knit dress with long sleeves, stockings and black leather shoes to work. She had no idea where they were going that evening and she wanted to wear something stylish but not too dressy at the same time. She repeatedly looked at her watch through the day, counting down the hours until the end of her work day. This, of course, was quite apparent to the other staff in the bank who teased her all day.
When she came out of the bank after work, Yasuhiro Koto was waiting outside. He was nicely dressed in a navy blue blazer with gray slacks and a black sweater, along with brightly polished leather shoes. Haruki almost ran up to him and gave him a lovely hug. He kissed her on the head and took her little suitcase, escorting her to his black BMW sedan nearby. He opened the front passenger door for her and gently closed it after she was seated in the car. He placed her case in the trunk.
“It is an honor to see you again, little one,” he said, “are you hungry?”
“Yes, oh yes, Koto-san,” she said, “I haven’t eaten all day.”
“Would you like a steak for dinner today,” he asked, “or perhaps salmon?”
“Steak sounds wonderful,” she said.
“I know a very nice restaurant in Bunkyo-ku, opposite Kiyoiku University,” he told her, as he drove onto the expressway toward Tokyo, “it has a lovely garden.”
“That sounds wonderful, Koto-san,” she said, “are we going to overnight in Tokyo.”
“I thought that we should,” he told her, “we can have supper in Bunkyo-ku, then go to a movie and sleep in my condominium in Shinjuku. We can go back to Matsudo tomorrow morning. Is that okay for you, little one?”
“Yes, Hiro-san, of course,” she said, “and thankyou for the roses, they were so beautiful!”
“I’m glad you liked them. I hope the other staff didn’t give you a bad time.”
“It was terrible, Hiro-san. As soon as we arrived at the bank on Monday, Miki told everyone about you, and about me, about us. I was so ashamed with all the attention. I tried to deny it but when your flowers came everybody knew. They teased me all week long.”
“I’m so sorry if I embarrassed you, little one!”
“Oh no, Hiro-san, I loved the flowers, thankyou. It was the other girls who made me embarrassed.”
The drive to Bunkyo-ku, in the northern part of Tokyo, only took about an hour. It wasn’t too busy on the road going into Tokyo since most of the traffic was coming out of the city, people on their way home. Master Koto turned the BMW into Koishikawa Street a few minutes before six o’clock and brought it to a stop in front of Domi Restaurant. A valet opened Haruki’s door and gave her his hand to help her out of the car. A moment later, Haruki and Hiro Koto entered the restaurant.
“Konichiwa, Koto-san,” said the manager, “you honor our establishment by coming today. Please follow me.”
Domi is one of the prettiest restaurants in Tokyo, with a Japanese garden and a genkan (foyer) that serves as a tea room. It actually has three ‘corners’ that feature char-broiled Kobe beef steaks, tempura and teppan-yaki respectively. The Japanese corner also serves clams, oysters, prawns and fresh salmon.
“Hiro-san, this restaurant is lovely, thankyou for bringing me here.”
“You’re most welcome, sweetheart.”
“Konichiwa,” said the waiter, giving a menu to each of them, “I am Hiro. I have the honor of serving you this evening.”
As they looked through the menu, Master Koto asked Haruki if she had anything special in mind for supper.
“I’m almost ashamed to ask, Koto-san,” she said, “but I see that they offer a shrimp cocktail as an appetizer. I love shrimps.”
“Don’t be ashamed, Haruki-san, with me. Not now and never again. I would like a shrimp cocktail too.”
Master Koto called the waiter and ordered dinner – shrimp cocktails, tossed salads, filet steaks with rice and vegetables, and ice cream with fruit for dessert. With the steaks, he ordered a red wine from France, and coffee with dessert.
After dinner, at about eight o’clock, they drove to Shinjuku, west of Bunkyo-ku, to one of the big movie theatres. Master Koto took Haruki to see a wonderful Japanese love story. As the movie played, Haruki cuddled as close to him as she could while he had placed his arm around her. She felt so safe, so secure and so loved in his arms that she forgot almost everything for a while and simply enjoyed the movie.
“Thankyou for taking me to the theatre, Hiro-san,” she said, as they were outside again, “that was a wonderful movie – did you pick it just for me?”
“I thought that you would like it.”
“And now we go home, to your condo,” she said, “is it far.”
“Not really, it’s less than ten minutes from here.”
Soon they arrived at an apartment condominium building in Shinjuku, away from the office towers and into a more residential area. Master Koto’s suite was on the ninth floor. Haruki was quite taken with even his suite, which was big and luxurious.
“Would you like some coffee, little one?”
“Yes, thankyou,” she said, “but I would like to change into something a little more comfortable if you will allow me.”
“Yes, of course,” he said, “the washroom and bath is there, and the master bedroom is beyond it.”
Master Koto made an excellent cup of coffee, and he was very proud of his abilities in this area. Haruki meanwhile freshened up, put her hair up, and put on a white yukata over her bra and panties and returned to the kitchen area where Master Koto was now pouring the fresh steaming hot coffee into ceramic mugs. He then brought the steaming mugs of coffee to the living room, placed them on the table and sat down on the couch. Haruki sat down with him, cuddled up to him and put her feet on the couch.
After they finished their coffee, the time was about eleven thirty. Haruki suggested that they go to bed at this time since tomorrow was going to be a long and busy day. Master Koto agreed and, while he was in the washroom preparing for bed, Haruki waited for him in the master bedroom, making herself comfortable in one of the bamboo chairs. She was in a playful mood.
When he came into the master bedroom, Haruki was sitting on one of the rattan chairs along the opposite wall. She had her left leg tucked under her ass and her right foot up on the edge of the chair. With her hair up and clad in her underwear, she was quite a prize indeed.
“Hey, big tough warrior,” she taunted, “do you want to tickle the little Japanese girl? You’ll have to catch her first!”
As he leaped to get her with all of the speed he could muster, she put her right foot down onto the floor, dashed to her left and rolled onto the big king size bed. By the time he reached the chair, she was gone.
“Over here,” she taunted, “on the bed.”
As he lunged at her, she rolled off the far side of the bed, ran toward the washroom and back to the rattan chair. She stood there leaning on the chair ready to run again.
“Oh, the big warrior is so slow,” she teased, “how can he tickle the little Japanese girl if he can’t even catch her?”
Again, by the time he got there, she was gone and on the bed.
“Oh, the great warrior must be getting old,” she taunted, “maybe he was one of the samurai in the Meiji period one hundred years ago.”
He tried to jump onto the bed, but she was gone again.
This time, she went straight to the rattan chairs and scrambled right over top of the chair and the love seat as he tried to catch her. But instead of running to the chairs as he had done before, he went straight for the bed. He caught her foot and started to tickle the soft sole. She rolled over in a flash and kicked his hand off with her other foot. She tried to roll off the bed again but he rolled the same way to cut her off. She rolled the other way and off the bed. He fell to the floor as he tried to turn to get her, being quite a lot bigger than she was.
“Oh no! The big samurai fell down!” she taunted, as she moved closer, “What’s a girl to do when her master can’t even catch her. Oh, so sad!”
He tried to get her again on the floor, but she was just too fast for him.
“Oh, if the world only knew!” she taunted from the bed, “The great Yasuhiro Koto can’t even catch a little Japanese girl.”
He tried for the bed again, and again she was gone.
“Oh, wow! Maybe the ancient warrior will have to tickle himself! Oh, so sad!”
Finally, he feigned a move toward her heading instead to the bed in the same instant she did. They met in the middle of the bed and he had her. He forced her hands up above her head and she lay on her back.
“Oh,” she said, “he’s caught me!”
Holding both her wrists in one of his hands, he started to tickle her armpits with the other, using all four fingers in a successive stroking motion.
“Ahahahahaha!” she howled, as she twisted her body from side to side, trying to squirm under his weight and in his grip, “Nohohoho! Hahahahaha!”
He then let go of her wrists and rolled her over onto her stomach. He used both of his hands to tickle her ribs and her sides below her bra as she thrashed about underneath him. She tried to reach him with her now loose hands but she couldn’t get the leverage to do anything.
“Ahahahaha! Shihihihit!” she swore as he continued to assault her sensitive sides.
He rolled her back onto her back and, holding her wrists, tickled her belly button first with his finger and then with his tongue. She howled and thrashed as he continued at her super sensitive little navel. He then moved his tongue down to the little crease where her thighs met her body. She screamed and howled as he forced his tongue underneath the edge of her panties there and tongue tickled the sensitive little creases of both thighs. He didn’t let up for a second as she thrashed and fought and laughed.
He rolled her onto her right side and went straight up to her neck, pushing his face underneath the hair she had put up earlier, kissing and nuzzling and licking her neck and her ears. She tried to shorten her neck as much as she could but he was relentless.
“Nooooo, Hihihihihiro-sahahahan!” she howled, “Nohohot my neheheheheck!”
He just kept tickling and tickling as she struggled and screamed and laughed until finally she screamed, “I’m gohohoing to peeheehee my pahahanteeheehees.”
But it was too late and she lost it – her panties were soaked.
After they had a nice warm shower together, Master Koto washing Haruki, and Haruki washing him, Haruki put on a pink silk baby doll nightie to sleep in. He wore his usual pyjamas. And so they went back to bed.
“Hiro,” she said, calling him this informally for the first time, “do you remember last week when we went to Tokyo Disneyland?”
“Yes, of course, it was fun!”
“Do you remember the Beauty and the Beast.”
“Yes, sure!”
“That’s what this reminds me of, the Beauty and the Beast.”
“Which one are you?”
“Haha, I am the Beauty, of course!”
“And the Beauty needs to be punished,” he said, as he reached under the silken sheets and grabbed hold of her foot. He tickled it fiercely for several minutes, under the toes, on the sole, scratching the heel, and tickling the top.
“Hahahahaha! Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”
“And which one are you?”
“The beeheeheest! The beast! I’m the beast!”
He stopped tickling her and took her in his arms.
“You are a bully!”
“And you are a ticklish little Japanese girl! And you know what else?”
“What?”
“The ticklish little Japanese girl that I love! I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
“Really, Hiro, me too. I love you Yasuhiro Koto!”
The Beauty and the Beast. They kissed at length. And then they went to sleep, she facing away from him with her back against him, he with his left arm over top of her. It had been a wonderful evening.
PART 4 - JAPAN
Upon their arrival at work on Monday morning, Miki immediately started telling all of the staff in the bank that Haruki had found a new love interest, a special male friend who had a big house outside of Matsudo, on the way to Tsukuba. She told them that they had even flown to Tokyo Disneyland in his private helicopter. Haruki quickly became the center of attention among the women in the bank who talked about her all morning.
Haruki Saito, the pretty 23-year old accounting clerk, understandably denied everything, saying that Hiro Koto was only a friend she and Miki had just met and spent a little time with. Miki, though, told them that Haruki had sat beside him, cuddling up and even putting her feet up on the couch beside him. This brought a blush to Haruki’s face, who explained that she was only trying to be friendly and nice.
Her whole morning of denial was to no avail, though, when two dozen blood-red, long-stemmed roses were delivered to her at the bank later that morning. A very pretty card, also adorned with embossed roses, simple read “Until Friday, Little One” and it was signed Hiro Koto. The girls asked her why he called her little one when she was five feet five inches tall. She explained that he was quite a large powerful man and he liked to call her little one and kiss her on the head. That brought great laughter from many of the other women.
Even through all of the teasing she had suffered from her coworkers, Haruki looked forward to Friday. Hiro Koto was coming to pick her up after work and to take her out for the evening. In fact, he had asked her to spend the whole weekend with him, including a special dinner at his Matsudo home on Saturday for his mentor, Hikaru Yamato. Miki would be coming for dinner on Saturday too.
Haruki had packed a small case with some extra clothes and lingerie that she thought she might need over the weekend. She wore a beautiful white knit dress with long sleeves, stockings and black leather shoes to work. She had no idea where they were going that evening and she wanted to wear something stylish but not too dressy at the same time. She repeatedly looked at her watch through the day, counting down the hours until the end of her work day. This, of course, was quite apparent to the other staff in the bank who teased her all day.
When she came out of the bank after work, Yasuhiro Koto was waiting outside. He was nicely dressed in a navy blue blazer with gray slacks and a black sweater, along with brightly polished leather shoes. Haruki almost ran up to him and gave him a lovely hug. He kissed her on the head and took her little suitcase, escorting her to his black BMW sedan nearby. He opened the front passenger door for her and gently closed it after she was seated in the car. He placed her case in the trunk.
“It is an honor to see you again, little one,” he said, “are you hungry?”
“Yes, oh yes, Koto-san,” she said, “I haven’t eaten all day.”
“Would you like a steak for dinner today,” he asked, “or perhaps salmon?”
“Steak sounds wonderful,” she said.
“I know a very nice restaurant in Bunkyo-ku, opposite Kiyoiku University,” he told her, as he drove onto the expressway toward Tokyo, “it has a lovely garden.”
“That sounds wonderful, Koto-san,” she said, “are we going to overnight in Tokyo.”
“I thought that we should,” he told her, “we can have supper in Bunkyo-ku, then go to a movie and sleep in my condominium in Shinjuku. We can go back to Matsudo tomorrow morning. Is that okay for you, little one?”
“Yes, Hiro-san, of course,” she said, “and thankyou for the roses, they were so beautiful!”
“I’m glad you liked them. I hope the other staff didn’t give you a bad time.”
“It was terrible, Hiro-san. As soon as we arrived at the bank on Monday, Miki told everyone about you, and about me, about us. I was so ashamed with all the attention. I tried to deny it but when your flowers came everybody knew. They teased me all week long.”
“I’m so sorry if I embarrassed you, little one!”
“Oh no, Hiro-san, I loved the flowers, thankyou. It was the other girls who made me embarrassed.”
The drive to Bunkyo-ku, in the northern part of Tokyo, only took about an hour. It wasn’t too busy on the road going into Tokyo since most of the traffic was coming out of the city, people on their way home. Master Koto turned the BMW into Koishikawa Street a few minutes before six o’clock and brought it to a stop in front of Domi Restaurant. A valet opened Haruki’s door and gave her his hand to help her out of the car. A moment later, Haruki and Hiro Koto entered the restaurant.
“Konichiwa, Koto-san,” said the manager, “you honor our establishment by coming today. Please follow me.”
Domi is one of the prettiest restaurants in Tokyo, with a Japanese garden and a genkan (foyer) that serves as a tea room. It actually has three ‘corners’ that feature char-broiled Kobe beef steaks, tempura and teppan-yaki respectively. The Japanese corner also serves clams, oysters, prawns and fresh salmon.
“Hiro-san, this restaurant is lovely, thankyou for bringing me here.”
“You’re most welcome, sweetheart.”
“Konichiwa,” said the waiter, giving a menu to each of them, “I am Hiro. I have the honor of serving you this evening.”
As they looked through the menu, Master Koto asked Haruki if she had anything special in mind for supper.
“I’m almost ashamed to ask, Koto-san,” she said, “but I see that they offer a shrimp cocktail as an appetizer. I love shrimps.”
“Don’t be ashamed, Haruki-san, with me. Not now and never again. I would like a shrimp cocktail too.”
Master Koto called the waiter and ordered dinner – shrimp cocktails, tossed salads, filet steaks with rice and vegetables, and ice cream with fruit for dessert. With the steaks, he ordered a red wine from France, and coffee with dessert.
After dinner, at about eight o’clock, they drove to Shinjuku, west of Bunkyo-ku, to one of the big movie theatres. Master Koto took Haruki to see a wonderful Japanese love story. As the movie played, Haruki cuddled as close to him as she could while he had placed his arm around her. She felt so safe, so secure and so loved in his arms that she forgot almost everything for a while and simply enjoyed the movie.
“Thankyou for taking me to the theatre, Hiro-san,” she said, as they were outside again, “that was a wonderful movie – did you pick it just for me?”
“I thought that you would like it.”
“And now we go home, to your condo,” she said, “is it far.”
“Not really, it’s less than ten minutes from here.”
Soon they arrived at an apartment condominium building in Shinjuku, away from the office towers and into a more residential area. Master Koto’s suite was on the ninth floor. Haruki was quite taken with even his suite, which was big and luxurious.
“Would you like some coffee, little one?”
“Yes, thankyou,” she said, “but I would like to change into something a little more comfortable if you will allow me.”
“Yes, of course,” he said, “the washroom and bath is there, and the master bedroom is beyond it.”
Master Koto made an excellent cup of coffee, and he was very proud of his abilities in this area. Haruki meanwhile freshened up, put her hair up, and put on a white yukata over her bra and panties and returned to the kitchen area where Master Koto was now pouring the fresh steaming hot coffee into ceramic mugs. He then brought the steaming mugs of coffee to the living room, placed them on the table and sat down on the couch. Haruki sat down with him, cuddled up to him and put her feet on the couch.
After they finished their coffee, the time was about eleven thirty. Haruki suggested that they go to bed at this time since tomorrow was going to be a long and busy day. Master Koto agreed and, while he was in the washroom preparing for bed, Haruki waited for him in the master bedroom, making herself comfortable in one of the bamboo chairs. She was in a playful mood.
When he came into the master bedroom, Haruki was sitting on one of the rattan chairs along the opposite wall. She had her left leg tucked under her ass and her right foot up on the edge of the chair. With her hair up and clad in her underwear, she was quite a prize indeed.
“Hey, big tough warrior,” she taunted, “do you want to tickle the little Japanese girl? You’ll have to catch her first!”
As he leaped to get her with all of the speed he could muster, she put her right foot down onto the floor, dashed to her left and rolled onto the big king size bed. By the time he reached the chair, she was gone.
“Over here,” she taunted, “on the bed.”
As he lunged at her, she rolled off the far side of the bed, ran toward the washroom and back to the rattan chair. She stood there leaning on the chair ready to run again.
“Oh, the big warrior is so slow,” she teased, “how can he tickle the little Japanese girl if he can’t even catch her?”
Again, by the time he got there, she was gone and on the bed.
“Oh, the great warrior must be getting old,” she taunted, “maybe he was one of the samurai in the Meiji period one hundred years ago.”
He tried to jump onto the bed, but she was gone again.
This time, she went straight to the rattan chairs and scrambled right over top of the chair and the love seat as he tried to catch her. But instead of running to the chairs as he had done before, he went straight for the bed. He caught her foot and started to tickle the soft sole. She rolled over in a flash and kicked his hand off with her other foot. She tried to roll off the bed again but he rolled the same way to cut her off. She rolled the other way and off the bed. He fell to the floor as he tried to turn to get her, being quite a lot bigger than she was.
“Oh no! The big samurai fell down!” she taunted, as she moved closer, “What’s a girl to do when her master can’t even catch her. Oh, so sad!”
He tried to get her again on the floor, but she was just too fast for him.
“Oh, if the world only knew!” she taunted from the bed, “The great Yasuhiro Koto can’t even catch a little Japanese girl.”
He tried for the bed again, and again she was gone.
“Oh, wow! Maybe the ancient warrior will have to tickle himself! Oh, so sad!”
Finally, he feigned a move toward her heading instead to the bed in the same instant she did. They met in the middle of the bed and he had her. He forced her hands up above her head and she lay on her back.
“Oh,” she said, “he’s caught me!”
Holding both her wrists in one of his hands, he started to tickle her armpits with the other, using all four fingers in a successive stroking motion.
“Ahahahahaha!” she howled, as she twisted her body from side to side, trying to squirm under his weight and in his grip, “Nohohoho! Hahahahaha!”
He then let go of her wrists and rolled her over onto her stomach. He used both of his hands to tickle her ribs and her sides below her bra as she thrashed about underneath him. She tried to reach him with her now loose hands but she couldn’t get the leverage to do anything.
“Ahahahaha! Shihihihit!” she swore as he continued to assault her sensitive sides.
He rolled her back onto her back and, holding her wrists, tickled her belly button first with his finger and then with his tongue. She howled and thrashed as he continued at her super sensitive little navel. He then moved his tongue down to the little crease where her thighs met her body. She screamed and howled as he forced his tongue underneath the edge of her panties there and tongue tickled the sensitive little creases of both thighs. He didn’t let up for a second as she thrashed and fought and laughed.
He rolled her onto her right side and went straight up to her neck, pushing his face underneath the hair she had put up earlier, kissing and nuzzling and licking her neck and her ears. She tried to shorten her neck as much as she could but he was relentless.
“Nooooo, Hihihihihiro-sahahahan!” she howled, “Nohohot my neheheheheck!”
He just kept tickling and tickling as she struggled and screamed and laughed until finally she screamed, “I’m gohohoing to peeheehee my pahahanteeheehees.”
But it was too late and she lost it – her panties were soaked.
After they had a nice warm shower together, Master Koto washing Haruki, and Haruki washing him, Haruki put on a pink silk baby doll nightie to sleep in. He wore his usual pyjamas. And so they went back to bed.
“Hiro,” she said, calling him this informally for the first time, “do you remember last week when we went to Tokyo Disneyland?”
“Yes, of course, it was fun!”
“Do you remember the Beauty and the Beast.”
“Yes, sure!”
“That’s what this reminds me of, the Beauty and the Beast.”
“Which one are you?”
“Haha, I am the Beauty, of course!”
“And the Beauty needs to be punished,” he said, as he reached under the silken sheets and grabbed hold of her foot. He tickled it fiercely for several minutes, under the toes, on the sole, scratching the heel, and tickling the top.
“Hahahahaha! Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”
“And which one are you?”
“The beeheeheest! The beast! I’m the beast!”
He stopped tickling her and took her in his arms.
“You are a bully!”
“And you are a ticklish little Japanese girl! And you know what else?”
“What?”
“The ticklish little Japanese girl that I love! I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
“Really, Hiro, me too. I love you Yasuhiro Koto!”
The Beauty and the Beast. They kissed at length. And then they went to sleep, she facing away from him with her back against him, he with his left arm over top of her. It had been a wonderful evening.
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