I lived in Japan for many years as a teacher instructing high school
and university students for the Japanese government. For much of the
time I was the only foreigner in my area. It was not an uncomfortable
living. On the contrary, I was set up in an nicely furnished
apartment overlooking the university and surrounded by friendly
people. In my second week there, I met a young Japanese woman who
would later become my girlfriend for the duration of my stay.
My apartment block was brand new when I moved in and while the
government provided quite a lot in the way of furnishing, it was
still bare bones. I had no TV, no VCR, no phone and, oh yeah, no
cutlery, pots and pans.
I'd been in Japan only one week attending an International teacher's
conference in Tokyo. This was in preparation for my arrival in the
prefecture I would be teaching in. The week in Tokyo was amazing.
Aside from the work during the day, there was dancing at night in
Rappongi at Java Jive, the Lexington Queen, The Buzz and drinks at
the Hard Rock Cafe with visiting members of the San Francisco 49ers
and the Los Angeles Rams. That in itself, is worthy of a story.
Once that week was over, I was bussed along with 40 new teachers from
Canada, the U.S., Australia, Britain, New Zealand and Ireland from
Tokyo to Kofu. And from Kofu, I was picked up the teachers of my host
school. I arrived at my school to meet the principal, the English
staff and to get the rest of my luggage consisting of three suitcases
which had been forwarded from Narita Airport. It was night already
and I was hot, tired and very weary.
The head English teacher drove me to me new apartment. It was a a
small two room affair with hardwood floors. All of my furniture and
linens sat in the middle of the room still in their wrappers. I was
given a tour of the place by the teacher and a phone number to call
if I needed assistance. The nearest phone was a coin box half a block
I was left alone to unpack. It was dark outside and still hot as
hell. The humidity was such that I was dripping wet. I opened the
glass doors leading to a narrow balcony outside. There was no breeze
to speak of. I sighed. It looked like I wasn't going to get relief
from the weather.
Resigned to the fact that I wasn't going to sleep until my linens were
unwrapped, I began to process of unpacking. The bed was a fold-out
from the wall. I was told this was unusual. Most people slept on
futons placed over tatami mats. It took me nearly an hour to rip open
the packaging covering the pillows, sheets, futon and comforter. I
figured the rest of the furniture moving could wait till the next
day. I still had a table, two chairs, a washing machine, a rice
cooker, a cabinet and other assorted things to unwrap or put
There was nothing else I could do till the next day. My clothes were
drenched with perspiration. Never in my life had I experienced such
humidity. I decided to shower and head to bed.
I was about to take my clothes off for a shower when I was struck by
one fact I'd forgotten. The room had no curtains! I noted that if I
could see outside, someone across on the other mountain could sure as
hell see me.
I turned off the light and undressed in the dark. No sense alarming
my Japanese neighbors and letting them see the barbarian they already
thought I was. Luckily, I had soap, shampoo and conditioner. I
luxuriated in the shower and washed all the day's travel and
unpacking away. Once I stepped out, I realized how hard it was going
to be to sleep. The humidity had me perspiring already.
I stepped into the darkened main room in the nude. That is how I've
slept since I was about 10. On such a hot, humid nights, it is the
only way to sleep. For a few minutes I just lay under a single sheet,
my body glistening. It was intolerable. The air just hung there
miserably. In the dark I looked at the open sliding glass door at the
starry night. On the left part of the glass door though, I saw a
At first I thought it was car coming up the mountain road but the
light stayed in place. It took me a moment to realize the
illumination was from the apartment next door. Through some freak of
angles, light and the fact that I had no curtains, I could see images
of what was going on in my neighbor's apartment. Footsteps from next
door could be heard. The walls were not exactly thick. A TV was
turned on. The image of the TV screen appeared on my sliding
glass door windows.
Freaky! I thought. Maybe I didn't have to buy a TV after all. Sitting
up on my elbows, I forgot about the heat entirely. I was curious to
see my neighbor. Knowing my luck, it was going to be some Sumo
wrestler. I saw something momentarily but just as quickly it
disappeared. I was intrigued by being a voyeur. Could I be seen too?
I didn't think so. My room was completely dark. I figured that one
apartment had to be dark and the other lit for anything to be seen.
There was another flash of movement in the neighbor's apartment. I
wasn't going to be able to sleep till I saw the person there or until
the light went out. More footsteps sounded through the wall. Whoever
it was must be in the kitchen. A few moments later, I saw a glimmer
of movement and then the person appeared. I almost stood up and
applauded. It was a Japanese girl, probably a freshman of the college
campus my apartment overlooked. She was wearing just a pair of
panties and a T-shirt. In her hands was a bowl of rice. She sat cross
legged on the floor and ate her dinner while watching TV.
She was a very attractive girl. Like many Japanese, she wasn't that
tall, maybe 5"2". She was slender, pale skin. Her breasts were gentle
swells with under a white bra. I think I was having a Zen moment
watching her eat rice from a bowl sitting there in panties and bra.
For some reason as I watched, I became very erect. All she was doing
was eating and watching TV but I found it to be very erotic. Before I
left for Japan, many of my friends were saying they envied me because
they found Asian women to be beautiful. I didn't disagree but I
thought all women whatever their ethnicity had beauty. But watching
this young Japanese student alone in her apartment, I started to see
what they meant. Her creamy pale skin was illuminated by the TV
screen and her lovely dark, black hair hung long down her back.
My erect cock was demanding attention now as I watched her. I began to
masturbate quietly. After a while, the girl got up and returned to
the kitchen. I thought with that the light would go off and I would
masturbate to orgasm with her image in my head. But she returned a
moment later still in panties and bra. She turned off the TV but the
light on her night table illuminated the room.
I watched as my neighbor fluffed her pillow. Next, she stripped off
her panties and bra and tossed them into what looked like a laundry
hamper. Wow. I looked at her slender physique, her cute ass. I held
my breath as she turned around. Amazing. It was the first time I was
able to see her face clearly. The long black hair of her framed a
beautiful face. Although I wasn't able to see clearly from the
reflection, I could tell she had the black/brown eyes that made all
Japanese women alluring. Her breasts were small but deliciously perky
with swollen, erect nipples. The colour was not exactly pink, more
reddish auburn, maybe maroon. Whatever they were, they were a marvel
to look at.
My eyes followed down from her breasts to her waist, attractive belly
button and lower still to her pussy. I'd had seen a few pussies in my
time but never a Japanese one. The hair was a dark as the hair on her
head but it had a silky quality. It was straight and soft looking.
It appeared like it was trimmed but I felt that probably it wasn't.
I was entranced at how exotic this woman was. She stood nude in the
middle of her room. I continued masturbating quietly knowing that any
sound would pass through the walls to her ears. She probably didn't
even know that I'd moved in during the day. Certainly, she probably
didn't know her neighbor was a gaigin, a barbarian.
The young woman sat on her futon and lay on top of her covers. It was
hot enough to sleep without. Personally, I needed a sheet because I
felt vulnerable any other way. The sheet at the moment was kicked to
my heels as I masturbated in earnest. It was so voyeuristic watching
this girl but I couldn't help myself. She was so gorgeous.
I held off on cumming. Slowly I stroked my cock up and down. She
moved to her side table. It looked like she was about to turn off the
light but instead picked up a magazine. I held my breath. Lying nude
on the bed, she flipped casually through the pages. And then it
happened. She started to use her other hand to caress her breasts. I
was going to see her masturbate!
Straining my ears to hear, I could make out the pages turning. I
tried to be as quiet as I could. Soon, her breathing could be heard
through the walls. Pages continued to flip and she teased her breasts
some more. First one, then the other. It was graceful little circles
that progressed to pinching her nipples to exquisite erectness. I
couldn't make out what type of magazine she was reading it. To me it
looked like one of those Japanese celebrity mags.
The girl's legs spread as she flipped through the magazine. Her hand
crept down from her perky tits and nestled in her soft fur. The
breathing in the next room was noticeably heavier. Mine was getting a
bit ragged too and I struggled to control it. I'd been ready to cum
for a few minutes now but held back.
A sudden thump startled me. I had been listening so carefully, it
came as surprise when she put the magazine down. Aw, don't stop, I
thought. She didn't. It was obvious she wanted to use both hands. Her
left hand massaged her breasts while her right hand was buried in her
pussy. She pinched and squeezed her nipples while her face contorted
in pleasure. She was wasting no time pleasuring herself. Her fingers
were a blur on her clit and her legs were spread wide. Suddenly, she
took her hand away from her pussy and she plunged her fingers into
her mouth, wetting them, licking them.
I groaned a low groan as I watched. She wouldn't have heard it
anyways. Her huffing and puffing had given way to moans and cries. It
is hard to describe how a Japanese woman reacts in pleasure. It is
very different from North American women. Even though she was getting
into it, it seemed delicate in some way. And dare I say, cute. The
way that her hair hung wetly over her face, how her mouth formed a
perfect O, the look of her tits as they strained to ever greater
My cock was aching to cum. I was so close. By the looks of it, so was
she. Her right hand was working hard on her pussy. She gathered some
moisture by dipping her fingers into herself and then she renewed her
vigorous strumming on her clit. I could her cries through the wall.
"Aaah!! Aaahh!! Aaahh!!" she moaned. Her hips bucked off the bed and
her pussy hair was matted with moisture. I could see her whole body
was dripping and that her hair was wet and stringy in her face. She
was so close and I timed my orgasm with hers.
And then she came. I heard it before I saw it. She shrieked when it
"Ahhhhhiiiieeeeaaiiiieeeee!!!!" she screamed. Her fingers were a blur
on her clit, roughly thrusting at herself, cumming hard. She pinched
her nipples painfully, her hips rising high
I had timed my orgasm just right. My own hips hips rose off the bed
and with both hands jerking on my cock, I exploded with cum. Bursts
of semen arced into the air and landed in splashes on the floor, on
my stomach, on the bed. Another spurt shot up and hit me in the
chest. I shuddered uncontrollably, my eyes glued to the girl in the
room as she writhed on the bed in orgasm.
As much as I wanted to, I didn't utter a word nor a groan despite the
excruciating pleasure I'd just felt. I was gasping for breath though
and had to wipe my brow.
The girl next door lay flat our on her futon wasted. Her fingers
lazily teased her drenched pussy and the other teased her still
heaving tits. She let out a huge sigh of contentment. After a few
minutes of afterglow, she put her fingers in her mouth and licked
them one at a time. My cock began to stiffen again as I watched.
She sat up in bed and from where I was, I could see it was wet from
her entire body. She turned on a small electric fan to dry it and
walked nude into the other room. I took the opportunity myself to get
up and clean off. There was cum all over the room. The shower from
her apartment came on. I thought it might be a good idea for me too.
I was soaked to the skin and knew I'd find it hard to sleep like that.
I padded barefoot to the shower myself and felt better for it. When I
stepped back into the room, the girl next door was climbing back into
bed. She turned off her night light and was asleep in seconds.
I climbed back into bed myself and was asleep in about the same
amount of time.
For the next year, the girl next door routinely masturbated or had
sex that I was able to see from via the reflection in my window and
heard through the walls. It was perhaps two weeks later that I
returned the favour for her and let her watch. Her name was Akiko and
although we never had a physical relationship, we very much intimate
with each other that year.