A Tour of Japan's High-End Sex Baths

The toroko is, for the lack of a better translation, a high class bath house which cleans, massages relaxes the entire body and I do mean each and every important muscle. This is not the type of massage parlor that you find in American cities, nor is it a “whore house.” I have always maintained that entered into with the proper attitude with a simpatico hostess it becomes almost a spiritual experience. An experience I looked partook of two to four times each month for over ten years.

I discovered my favorite toroko when I was taken as a guest by a local businessman that I assisted in getting a U.S. government contract on Kadena Air Base. The toroko sits on the side of a small mountain overlooking the East China Sea on the Japanese island of Okinawa. It was a beautiful setting, gardens and a traditional style building, and upon entering we were welcomed by the mamasan, removed our shoes and replaced them with plastic bath slippers. We then proceeded into the bar area which was decorated much like a small English pub with both a bar and also a few living area type settings with smooth jazz quietly playing on the record player. This created a very relaxed atmosphere and removed us from the stresses of our daily lives.

While enjoying our drinks, mine Orion beer, my friend Johnny Walker Black, we were introduced to a half dozen beautiful young ladies that poured our drinks, fed us finger foods, and flirted. Each was dressed in a happi coat (These are usually decorated in bright, bold colors and have the name of the establishment on them. They are the style frequently worn by sushi chefs in America) with bare legs. There was no sense of urgency and we could have sat there for hours, but after just forty minutes, I was totally smitten with Mariko. She was just twenty years old and in her second school at Ryukyu University hoping to become a nurse. It seems that many of the girls working at torokos are college students earning their tuition and living expenses. Since English is the world’s medical language, Mariko was studying it, and we had fun laughing and flirting between her broken English and my poor Japanese.

Once I indicated that I was finished drinking, Mariko gently pulled up by the hand, bowed good-bye to my friend, and led me down the hall to our private room. The room itself was quite nicely done. It was on two levels, the upper which had a carpeted floor, low massage table, and a wall locker. I could see the lower section had a tile floor with a drain in the center, a steam cabinet, and a bath tub. This being my first visit, I didn’t know what was the correct thing to do so I just stood there. It turned out that that was exactly right. Mariko had me step out of my slippers and then she calmly unbuttoned my shirt and hung it in the locker. The feel of her fingertips gently touching my shoulders and arms sent shock ways through my body. She then kneeled down and unbuckled my belt and removed my trousers. I felt a somewhat awkward since my dick was at this point not nearly as calm and cool as she was. I wasn’t quite fully erect to my 7” length yet but I was growing a nice chubby. After folding and hanging up my pants she came back and once again assumed the kneeling position. She placed my hands on her shoulders so I could balance while she removed my socks and then she put her hands on the elastic of my shorts and started slowly pulling them down. I learned later that she had never seen an American cock before and didn’t realize how much bigger they are than the average Japanese dick. Once it cleared the elastic band that was holding it down, it sprung up and bounced off the tip of her nose. Mariko let out a giggle of surprise covering her mouth with both hands and I have to say I thought her little slant eyes turned almost completely round.

After folding my socks and shorts and putting them away, she took me by the hand and led me to the white steam cabinet. She sat me down, closed the cabinet door, and set the temperature to baste. While I was steaming, she started filling the tub with water and once that was underway, she went back to the locker and removed her happi coat I was pleasantly pleased to see she hadn’t been wearing a bra. Wearing nothing a pair of thin, white, cotton panties she came back down, checked the bath water and placed a cool wash cloth on my forehead. Needless to say, I took this opportunity to ogle her. She was about 5’2”, maybe 95 pounds and, I would guess, her breasts were about a size ‘A’. Through her thin panties, I would see the hint of a shadow caused by a small bush.

Mariko then took an air mattress that I hadn’t noticed leaning against the wall, laid it on the floor, and took a plastic pail of water from the tub and poured it over it. Having decided that I had cooked enough, she opened the cabinet, led me to the mattress and motioned for me lay face down on it. She then took a bar of soap, dipped it into another bucket of water and built up a nice lather in her hands. She then knelt down straddling me and started kneading and cleaning my body. She, of course, started with my neck, shoulders and arms, then my back and my waist. While doing this, she was stretching and moving and I could feel her panties and pussy riding and sliding against my ass. Once her hands reached my ass, she slid down further and rode one of my legs while lathering her hands. She started with the hips and cheeks working her way inward. She then took her soap covered hands and started scrubbing the crack itself including my rosebud, went about a knuckle deep, nudged my legs a little further apart, and scrubbed my taint and balls. She then reversed her self and while straddling my waist, now looking towards by feet, started scrubbing each of them in turn. Because she had to stretch so far to reach my calves and feet, I now not only had her pussy rubbing against me but also her breasts against the back of my thighs. Once finished, she asked me to turn over.

I was now a tad embarrassed because I had a raging hard on, an actual diamond cutter. She again straddled me sitting right on my dick with her panty covered pussy. Again soaping on my neck, shoulders, arms and chest and then down to my stomach. This presented a small problem since my dick was lying across it and, of course, she was sitting on it. She solved the issue by sliding down one of my thighs and then with her hands very soapy, she grasped my dick with one hand, peeled it back (I’m uncircumcised), and slowly stroked it up and down and all around. While doing this she looked very closely with slow breaths and dazed, slightly out of focus eyes. It was like she never saw one that size before and was memorizing every vein, inch and color. This was the most amazing thing I have every felt. She actually did a better job jacking me than I can do on myself. You know how American women jerk their hand back and forth; let face it, its called jerking off for a reason. The motion of her hand as if she had ball bearings in her wrist. It reminded me of the wheels of a locomotive engine. If you every look at the shaft attached to the wheels it doesn’t jerk back and forth, it flows at

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