Takaragawa's Favourite

It was a pleasant Autumn afternoon in the residential district of Shirogane.

From the sandy shores of the east beach looking out towards the deep blue ocean, the orange-red sun slowly inched its way towards the horizon.

Himari, an average height woman dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono was leaning lightly against one of two large stone lanterns that marked the entrance to a local hot spring. The name of that hot spring was Takaragawa, and it was a favored spot amongst the local residents of that district ward.

The brown and black patterns on her kimono shone a golden brown as the evening sun set slowly, casting soft rays that reflected off of the soft silky material. Adorned on her head was also a wolf nozzle shaped mask-- A keepsake from the annual Matsuri festival that she had attended a few months earlier during the summer.

Himari took a long puff from a gold plated cigarette filter that she had held in her right hand index and thumb.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the familiar owner of Takaragawa descending slowly from the top of the stairs adjacent to the entrance that led from the short hiking trail above.

She waited until he stepped off the last of the steps before breathing a puff of smoke out from her mouth.

"... You are late, old man."

The tall Elezen man strode off of the cobblestone pathway and onto the finely trimmed Japanese grass turf at the entrance of the hot spring.

Wearing a dark black male yukata and sporting a beard as white as snow that hung low to his collarbones, Juro was the proud owner of Takaragawa hot springs.

"The boss is never late..."

"My guests are-- just early." Juro spoke in a clear confident tone, turning his head now to gaze captivated at her. Although Juro had a black eye-patch over his left eye that day, his 'good' eye was still able to take in all of Himari's details as his single-eyed gaze swept across her body from head to toe.

"A beautiful kimono, for a beautiful courtesan.", he complimented her.

Little did she know she was going to be shedding it minutes after she would enter the small building.

"Shall we go inside then?", he questioned, looking upwards to the sky above them.

A dark cloud had gathered seemingly out of nowhere and it began to drizzle with rain.

Juro's elbow lifted towards the courtesan, inviting her to wrap her own arm in his.

She put out the cigarette and stowed the filter inside one of the folds in her kimono and with her free left hand, slid it into his single armed embrace.

Being a charming host that he was, he led her towards the doors of the main hot spring building.

From the outside, this main bathhouse they were approaching had an old traditional aesthetic to the architecture of it.

Looking through from the outside in, the slightly open windows revealed a flickering of soft and warm candlelight that was both inviting and brought a little old nostalgia.

There were very few old and traditional hot springs in this modern age, and Takaragawa was one of the oldest that still stood the test of time.

Juro reached for the door handle and he let Himari pass through the wooden door frame, before closing the door again behind them.

As they entered a warm and moist air enveloped them almost immediately like a blanket. This thick steam was a great contrast to the dry air outside, and Juro immediately felt a sense of relaxation.

Himari wasted no time as soon as she entered and was already exploring the first room. The interior had no less than three small hot spring water filled pools, only big enough to accommodate 4 bodies without the water over-flowing and the space feeling limited. These pools were all custom built using the finest mixture of stone and wood finishings to give it an aged look.

The sounds of gentle wind chimes occasionally rung and echoed inside the room.

This atmosphere would most certainly bring an outer-worldly peace of mind and a calm to any restless spirits.

Opposite the front door there was a little furnace burning hot coals that when dowsed with cold water-- would produce a thick bellowing steam and would roam at the guest's ankles.

Juro spotted Himari excitedly hop onto and sit on the edge of the left most pool of warm spring water, too quick for him to stop her from dipping her toes into the water.

... She was still fully clothed though.

Juro simply smiled to himself and thought, "Still the same silly girl two generations apart in age."

"Why don't we head around the corner and take a nice shower together first?", his voice echoed out, looking directly at her now.

It had always been an unspoken Japanese tradition to rinse the dirt and grime off briefly under a shower first before getting into pools of spring water.

Himari immediately gave an excited, "Ooo~ I love that idea!" She wore a naughty grimace on her face knowing what could happen with the two of them naked in the showers.

She didn't hesitate to swing her legs around and hop off the edge of the pool and began looking for the shower area herself.

Looking down and smiling to himself, Juro casually and slowly slipped out of his own 'geta' sandals. He took his time to bend down and place them neatly on a nearby shoe cabinet made from bamboo. Slow and meticulous and deliberate-- that was his whole way of living life. Nothing needed to be done in a rush.

It was a quiet start to the evening that day, and luckily for them, Juro had told his assistant to "rearrange" any hot spring bookings for that evening that might be made from visitors.

"Better safe, than sorry." He would often say.

Deep down though, he wanted it to only be the two of them... even if it were just an hour or two of privacy.

Himari was the first to head over to the corner leading into the small shower area.

Entering under the wooden archway, she waited underneath it; after taking a quick glance in to check if it was occupied first.

Juro would be the slower one to follow in her footsteps after stowing his umbrella in another locker located to the side.

As he approached, his gaze took in her posture. With her hands on her hips, she gave him a tell-tale signal of starting to grow impatient, her eyes staring at him intently.

"I'm still on the clock, you know~?"

Juro couldn't help but chuckle to himself at this snide comment.

They both stood there for what seemed like a full minute starring deeply into each others eyes, when Himari broke the silence.

"Are we going to shower with our clothes on... or are you going to give me a hand and help unwrap me from this yukata?", seductively edging forward towards him as she said so.

There was something exciting about a woman seeking a man to help her undress, and Juro felt his heart skip a beat with excitement at this suggestion.

"Personally, I don't mind getting a little wet firs--"

Himari had interrupted his back-chat as she pressed herself against him from the front.

Their faces were merely centimeters apart now, and her gaze wandered from his deep blue eye, to his white-as-snow covered beard and back up again.

Juro's hand acted on their own. Sliding forward and around the silk belt that tied her one-piece yukata tightly closed, finding the large butterfly knot and loosening it.

Like a robe would open, Himari she felt the material loosen around her waist as it opened from the front her cleavage line deepening before the two sides parted entirely, revealing a set of matching rose-petal lingerie.

She stood in silence wanting him to continue, only gazing up at him longing to be unwrapped like a present and admired. After all, previous to arriving for the 'date', she had painstakingly prepared this outfit from the bottom up-- just for him.

Those large hands of his continued their mission. Reaching up to rest on her shoulders, he tucked his thumbs into the inside of the yukata and pulled the material back over the petite shoulders of hers. With the help of gravity, the one-piece slid right down her arms and back.

As his eye wandered down slowly to take in the sight, he thanked the gods that he still had his sight-- even if it was just a single eye.

With a petite frame and near perfect proportions, she was a site to behold, now standing only in a pair of tight fitting underwear.

Wearing a black male yukata and long pants to match, Juro got to work undoing his own top at the waistband. Having quite a bit of body hair, some of the tiny hairs peeked out from under the clothing that was being taken off. (namely his yukata)

Himari's gaze was on his chest now too.

She placed her right palm gently on the open robe, some of her fingertips brushing over his chest hairs. She would be intrigued at the texture of his skin and body hair, for he was one of the few clients she had been with that was at such an old age. While his skin was rough and aged on the surface, she could feel his chest muscles flex beneath.

It was hard to believe Juro was still so fit even after retirement!

With his upper body naked and exposed after he slid out of the yukata.

Himari was able to admire the rest of his upper anatomy. Her eyes took in as many details as they could in those few seconds and her soft hands ran down from his shoulders to his wrists.

Whether this was a rehearsed routine that she performed with all of her clients or whether she simply found him fascinating, Juro couldn't tell.

No words needed to be exchanged in that moment.

The surrounding noises of the hot-spring had already set the mood for what was to come.

As if both of them were thinking the same thing, at the exact same time-- Both pairs of hands reached for their own respective clothing parts that were still left untouched.

Himari- her bra and panties.

Juro- his long black pants.

They didn't take their eyes off of each other as they both shed the rest of their clothing.

Himari was again, the first to giggle and disappear behind the wall separating the showers and the hot-tubs.

Of course she would just leave her expensive underwear on the floor like that after just removing it, Juro thought as he looked down at the pile of clothes. Like clockwork, he spent an extra few seconds folding his pants and underwear neatly, placing them in a little corner against the wall beside a basket of fresh white towels. (two of which he would take with him into the shower area)

The shower area was very small and narrow, and there were only two shower head protruding from the eastern wall. It was an intimate but open space where couples would often linger for a little too long if they did shower together sharing the same showerhead.

Himari had already turned on the faucet and a soft steam would rise from the warm water hitting both her body and the cool granite floor.

Juro turned the corner and like a moth to a flame, stepped right up beside her.

"How is the water temperature?" He asked in a deep voice, reaching out his hand palm upwards just inches away from her right forearm.

The water droplets were soft and tickled his hand.

Himari turned her cheek slightly towards him as her hands were already busy with covering most of her body parts with a thick lather of soap. She turned to face him just as both her hands came up again over her ribcage to give her perky breasts another rub.

Juro's outstretched fingers brushed against her belly like she had intensionally wanted for him to touch her. He took it as an unspoken sign and the next second one hand was on her belly, the other on her right hip.

He stepped even closer towards her, closing the distance between them. Juro's tall frame now blocked the majority of the water that was coming out of the shower head above them both.

Lowering his forehead and now facing her, he looked for eye-to-eye contact. Her eyes wandered upwards as well meeting his gaze. There was a certain longing lustfulness in her gaze.

Juro's intuition was confirmed when he guided his hands each in an opposite direction, one up and around her waist over her spine; the other down along the side of her right thigh but also reaching around and groping her butt cheek.

Himari's hands immediately fell to her sides, holding onto his upper arms as he pulled her just an inch closer.

A soft *thap* sound erupted mixed in with an almost silent but high pitched "yelp" from Himari as their chests, hips and thighs collided together.

They stood there together in each others embrace while the water beated down from above Juro's head and evenly trickled down both of their bodies from shoulders to toes.

Juro gave a sigh of pleasure and lifted his head, feeling the warm spray against his face.

In that moment he closed his eyes.

Himari must have noticed this, because she softly whispered, "I think I may have missed washing myself in some-- harder to reach spots."

Juro felt as if someone has suddenly turned up the temperature on the water coming out of the showerhead.

"What happend to just rinsing before entering the pool~?", he breathed out a few seconds later.

"That is taking the easy shortcut." Himari replied, with a devilish tone in her voice.

With that she reached out for the soap and began to work a lather over every visible part of Juro's skin she could reach with his nimble hands. No place felt like it was left out and Juro savored the soft palms of hers that worked hard over his skin.

She would finally slide out from his embrace as she descended downwards to wash all the way down to his knee level.

Juro placed his right hand forward onto the wall beside the faucet.

He breathed the hot mist rising from hot water hitting a cold surface in through his nostrils in a long breath trying to control the urges he was getting now. Feeling his heart beat harder in his chest, his pulse had started to race forward, sending blood into his extremities.

With his gaze lowered after following her frame downwards, he felt her hands work their way around his toned and hairy thighs.

While her focus was mainly on the trail her hands were journeying, he caught her stealing glances at his now semi-erect manhood.

Any man would be able to resist the temptation given they were in this same situation, he thought to himself.

A cloudy fog rolled over his vision as his imagination overcame him in that brief moment...

He fantasied himself reaching forward; taking a handful of Himari's long black hair in his clenched fist; guiding his hips forward and giving her a direct order to swallow his long, erect and twitching organ...

Himari's hands were now at his ankles and Juro sheepishly lifted his feet one at a time for her to diligently wash.

He had somewhat returned to his senses, but he wandered to himself whether she had noticed how his manhood was practically begging for her attention.

It was at full-mast now and throbbing with every 4th beat of his pulse.

"Himari loves to do things the long-- and hard way." He breathed out as he reached for the faucet to turn it off.

Juro looked down at her only to see her gazing up back at him...

Or rather, him AND his rock-hard member.

It was clear as daylight that she intentionally kept the best spot to 'wash' for last as she was now sitting on her heels, with her knees slightly spread open.

Her left hand still holding his kneecap and her right hand right up between her own legs.

"I can't help myself sometimes, Juro..."

Himari breathed out seductively, clearly also hypnotized by a contagious lust.

Her mouth falling open slightly as her breathing started to labor.

"Gods, I haven't been this turned on in ages~"

"... and I haven't even touched his cock yet!" She continued to think to herself.

Seeing Himari clearly masturbating beneath him, made Juro eager to do the same.

His free left hand reached down to his groin area and he felt his knees almost give way from the pleasure of wrapping his own fingers around the length of his shaft.

He knew exactly how to pleasure himself and for some reason, she also found it just as exciting watching him jerk off right in front of her.

Himari had never had this happen during regular client 'meetings' before. It was always some sort of forced penetration, often even before she was even turned on and self-lubricated.

This-- was different.

No words needed to even be exchanged, and nothing felt expected or forced.

They were both locked in eye contact, mutually self-masturbating for the next few minutes.

Over that short amount of time, their breathing labored-- eventually evolving into long moans and groans.

Himari was the first to climax, her hand clutching her own left breast and her thighs quivering and squeezing the hand that was stimulating her clit. A huge wave of orgasm shocked her system in ripples causing her back to arch.

Seeing her reaction sent Juro off the edge too moments later. His abdomen clenched and his hand tightened around his meaty shaft briefly just as it was on its journey back towards his pubic bone.

His orgasm came from deep in his groin and erupted like a violent volcano. From his mouth came the sound as if he was punched in the abdomen, as a long jet of hot and sticky shot from his organ coating his partner's front in a sticky necklace from collarbone to collarbone.

The two of them spent the next few seconds panting and smiling at each other in amusement.

Himari, having recovered some of her composure first, lifted the hand she was masturbating with to her chest. Her middle fingertip dipped into the semi-transparent white necklace, before bringing it to her lips.

Juro struggled to regain his breath watching her, with an open mouthed expression on his face as he watched her lick and suck the combined mixture of their sex juices.

"You sure know how to put on a show, Himari..." Juro chuckled, now having regained his usual calm demeanor.

He had already begun to bend over to wrap his arms around her back and underneath her knees to pick her up in a 'princess' carry pose.

"You weren-- sooo bad y-y-ourself!", she managed to say as her body felt a brief sense of weightlessness after being hoisted high into the air as Juro straightened up again.

As he carefully carried her out of the shower area he whispered next to her earlobe.

"Do we still have time for a round two in the hot tubs~?"

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