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From: Gordon Donald <donsgordon@yahoo.co.jp>
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Subject: {ASSM} Year Away 5 {Don Gordon} (Mf, exhib) 
Date: Mon,  9 Dec 2002 21:10:05 -0500
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Year Away Part 5

The story so far: I'm a 23-year old American who's just
finishing up a one year work stint in Japan as an English
teacher in a small town on the coast not far from Tokyo. 
I was all set to go home, when suddenly one morning, one
of my students, a cute girl named Ai, gave me a peek under
her skirt.  She was going commando, and it turned out she
was doing it to get me to stay another year.  I ended up
catching the flu, but the next day, Ai showed up to take
care of me, and ended up sleeping over.  The next morning
Elise, my girlfriend from the States, phoned, and Ai
realizing that she was going to lose me, suggested we go
to a park to make out.  She ended up stripping down and
with people here and there and rain pouring down, we
sought refuge in a temple.

Relieved that the boys who were closing in on us had gone
away, Ai started looking around the temple.

"I never been here before," she remarked.

"Yeah me neither."

Beside the main altar, there was a small alcove where
there were some sculptures of various Buddhist deities on
display.  Ai looked from one to the other as if she was
searching for something, till her eyes finally lit up.  I
followed her gaze, and there was a statuette of a nude
woman.

"Who's that?"

"Benten.  She's kami (=goddess) this temple."

Slowly, I began to realize that perhaps Ai had picked out
this particular area for a reason.  She looked at the
statue, eyes wide, and a gentle smile on her lips.  I was
about to lecture her on the difference between goddesses
and real live girls, but realized that I was partly to
blame for all this.  If I was going to lecture her, I
should have done it that first morning when she was
flitting around with no panties on under in her short in
my classroom.

Ai turned to me, and giggling again put her arms behind
her head imitating the pose of the Benten statue. 
Pretending to be unhappy with the likeness, she looked at
me coyly and then started to undo the buttons of the shirt
I had given her.  We both glanced nervously towards the
door, but I did not move to stop her.  She took the shirt
off, handed it back to me, and once more lifted her arms
up.

The nude figure of Ai was much more vivid and sexy than
the tiny old bronze statuette - the pinkness of her young
flesh, her pitch-black pubic hair, the inviting roundness
of her small breasts.  I put my arms around her and leaned
down to kiss her.  She was shaking like a leaf, partly
from the cold water that was still dripping down her skin,
but also in evident excitement.  She pulled away, but
shyly licked her lips, and then kissed me back.

I reached down and lifted her up into my arms.  She looked
surprised and afraid that she would fall, but I slowly
kneeled down cradling her body underneath me to keep her
from touching the cold marble floor.   I put my hand
between her legs and ran my fingers up her crack.  She
shuddered, but she was completely drenched in her own
juices.  Unable to wait any longer, I undid my trousers
and pulled them down, my engorged member longing to get
inside her.  I clumsily pulled a condom from my jean
pocket, opened it and carefully slid it on, her eyes
watching me wide with wonder.

I lifted up one of her legs and pulled it up and around to
the other side of me.  She fell backward, but managed to
stop her fall by putting her hands out on the floor behind
her.  She was spread-eagled helplessly in front of me, so
I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards my waiting cock.
 I slid the head of my cock along her crack, but she was
so tight, it wouldn't go in at first.

Just when I thought I'd found the right angle, we heard
the clacking of a stick on the marble floor back toward
the entrance.  We both froze, my cock poised anxiously at
the gates of heaven.  I wanted so much to just slide it
in, and hammer away, but the clacking of the cane was
coming closer, so finally with an act of will, I lifted Ai
off of me and quickly tossed her my shirt.  My cock was so
stiff, I could barely get it to go back inside my
undershorts.  I finally got it in, and carefully did up
the zipper, just as the temple priest came around the
corner and into view.  Ai had got the shirt back on and
stood up, but she looked absolutely terrified, her hair
still dripping wet from the rain.

The priest just stood there facing us and not moving, a
long staff in his hand.  He was bald and older, wearing
the formal black robes that many priests do.  I was so
flustered at first I couldn't look him in the eye, but I
gradually noticed that he didn't seem to be looking at us,
but rather at something on the wall behind us.  I turned
around to see what it was, but Ai said softly,

"His eye cannot see."

What?  He's blind?  I looked back at him not quite
believing her.

"E?  Gaikoku no kata desu ka? (Are you foreign visitors to
our country?)" he asked.  At first I felt sure this meant
he could see us, but then I realized he had heard Ai speak
in English.

"Iyee, watashi nihonjin desu kedo, tomodachi wa amerikajin
desu (No, I'm Japanese, but my friend is American)"  Ai
stood up holding the two sides of her shirt together,
still unsure of whether she was right.  The priest's eyes
looked toward her voice, but they were ever so slightly
off to the side from where Ai was standing.  "Ano, koko no
oboosan desu ka (Are you the priest of this temple?)"

"Hai, sou desu. (Yes, that's right)"

Ai moved in quite close to him, but he didn't blink nor
register her presence.  Quivering nervously, she decided
to test her theory, and let her shirt fall open a bit
exposing her naked pussy to his gaze.  As she waited for
his reaction, she flushed red, her breathing quite
audible.  I looked down at her pussy still dripping wet
with rain and her own juices, and then at him, but he was
still looking slightly above her head.  Satisfied that she
was right, she motioned for me to hand her a handkerchief.
 I pulled out mine, and watched still somewhat anxious as
she began wiping the cream off the inside of her legs
right there in front of him.

"A, gomen nasai ne.  Sakki tomodachi to hashagisugite,
meiwaku datta kashira (Oh sorry.  I hope we didn't disturb
you with our fooling around.)"

"Iya.  Daijoubu desu.  Nanka sakende iru you na ki ga
shite shirabe ni kimashita (No that's OK.  I thought I
heard someone moaning so I came to see if you were OK)" 
His voice sounded sincere, and neither Ai nor I could tell
how much the priest suspected.

"Ah, doumo. (Thank you)"  As soon as Ai had gotten cleaned
up, we excused ourselves and high-tailed it out of there. 
Even after we got outside, Ai was shaking, but obviously
still high from having wiped off her wet pussy right in
front of a priest.

"That was amazing!"  she bubbled, looking up at me
beaming.  It had stopped raining, but the ground was quite
wet.  Once we got around to the back of the temple, she
started fiddling with the buttons on her shirt.  I looked
down at her, more nervous than ever now that we'd been
discovered once.

"Maybe you'd better keep it on."

Ai still had that same mischievous glint in her eye.  She
looked around, but there was no sign of anyone.  She came
closer.

"Donarudo, kiss me."

I have to admit, my feelings for her were growing stronger
all the time.  She was crazy of course, but it was a
craziness I found irresistible.  I kissed her gently, and
she started tugging at my trousers.

"Ai, don't be silly."

"Why?  We almost did... in temple."

"Yeah, well, that was... I mean... anyway, I think we'd
better go back up and get your clothes before someone else
finds us."

She looked up at me curiously, tilting her head
coquettishly to the side, seemingly dissatisfied at my
stodginess, but then she just blinked and smiled.  She
held my hand as we walked back into the woods.

It had stopped raining, but all the leaves felt quite wet
as we brushed past them.  She shivered and snuggled up
close.  We heard a cracking sound on the path ahead, and
she stopped and stood stock still, trying to see what it
was.  Some birds flew out of the trees into the sky.

"I don't suppose too many people will be walking around
here with the path all muddy like this," I ventured.

Ai took this as to be my permission to take her clothes
off again.  She undid the shirt, and let it slide down her
arms before handing it back to me.  Her pink skin almost
seemed to glow against the dull green and grey of the
forest.  I hadn't really had time to take a long look at
her since we arrived, so I took the shirt from her, and
let her walk on ahead.  She smiled at me wistfully, and
then slowly walked along the path spreading her arms out
and obviously enjoying being free of her clothes.  She
looked so peaceful and content.  Maybe, she isn't an
exhibitionist, just a nudist.  I briefly imagined myself
taking her back to the States and the two of us leading a
carefree and happy life, going to nudist beaches together
and having a great time.  Maybe she'd learn to like the
States, and we'd be happy together.

I came out of my reverie, just as we came to the steep
slope leading up to where we'd left our things.  Ai bent
forward, and was grabbing onto plants and rocks to pull
herself up.  She'd make a great rock climber.  I couldn't
help but stare at her little upturned behind, her bright
red pussy lips peeking out from amid her soft black pubic
hair.  I forgot completely what I was thinking and stood
transfixed by the heavenly sight.  I could feel my cock
stiffening again.  She paused at the top of the slope, her
graceful form highlighted against the now blue sky.

"Don't you come up?" she asked sweetly.

When I finally made it up, she was getting her clothes out
of her backpack.  I think she'd started to get cold
running around naked like that for so long.  I wanted to
sit down on the ground sheet, but the rain had formed
little puddles in it here and there.  I lifted it up and
shook it off, while Ai put on my pullover again.  The way
her tight little body filled it out made it hard to
believe that the pullover was actually my own.  She looked
a damn sight better in my clothes than I ever did.

I started to wipe the ground sheet off with some tissues
from my pack.  Ai walked over to the edge of the cliff,
and peered down at the ocean below.  The pullover hung
just about halfway down her round little ass cheeks,
driving me to distraction.  I couldn't seem to get the
ground sheet dry, and I was getting increasingly
frustrated, not so much with the sheet as with my
inability to have sex with Ai.

"Everything is all wet," Ai said cheerfully, as if this
were a cause for joy.  She squatted down next to me, her
curvy hips not quite covered by the pullover.  "Donarudo,
we don't have to do today."

I looked back at her sadly.

"Donarudo, don't be sad."  She leaned over and kissed me
softly, and I felt all my pain and troubles melt away. 
She moved to pull back, but my lips pursued hers, hungry
for their tender warmth.  I was intoxicated by her scent
and the closeness of her body to mine.  She broke away
again this time gasping for air.

To keep from falling back, she wrapped her delicate little
fingers tightly around my arms, but this was more than I
could take.  My self control broke down.  My inner beast
broke free of its chains, and I sprang forward hungering
to taste her lips again.  She fell back into the mud
landing on her uncovered rear end.  The mud flew up
splattering me in the face and all over both of us.  As I
gazed hungrily down at her widely spread legs and her taut
little pussy in between, teacher and beast raged against
each other in my mind.  The beast was urging me forward,
oblivious to the mud and her feelings.  She looked at me
shocked for a moment, squirming around in the mud.  I ran
my mud-smeared hand up her inner thigh, and then suddenly
she broke out laughing.

I don't know if she planned it, but anyway, this was
exactly the right thing to do.  Somehow the sight of her
laughing, the cheerful sparkle in her eye, stopped me just
at the edge of the point of no return.  I backed away and
slouched into the mud, the beast once more shackled and
latched into its cage.

Ai's laughing slowly faded back into a contented smile. 
It seems she had found my clumsy pawing ticklish.  She
didn't seem to realize how close I had come to taking her,
or perhaps it was just that she trusted me.  She sat up,
straightened the pullover, and calmly started wiping away
the mud from her body as best she could.  I felt a twinge
of guilt for not having shown her more respect.  My sexual
frustration was becoming so acute that it was starting to
get the better of me.  I don't think she realized that she
was playing with fire.  I suddenly remembered the feeling
of her tongue running up my penis as I talked to Elise
this morning.  God, it's no wonder I'm so worked up. 
Could any man take this endless teasing calmly?

Ai dug her watch out of her bag.

"Oh, Donarudo, it's almost supper time.  I have to go
home.  My parents wait."

I hadn't thought about that.  She hadn't been home for the
last day and a half.  They would surely be wondering where
she was.  I began wiping the mud from my hands, suddenly
saddened that we would have to part.  Ai noticed my
sadness, and moved her face down to catch my gaze.

"Ok, don't worry.  I have idea.  Tomorrow after school,
you come near my house.  I take you excursion, show you
interesting place."

"Alright."

We both got up, and started brushing the mud off.  I got
out some tissues and gave her a couple.  She started to
blush as she nervously ran the tissue down the crack of
her bum.

"Don't look," she said shyly.  I realized that this was
probably the first time I had ever seen her blush.  I kept
on looking at her face enjoying seeing her embarrassed for
a change.  She finally got tired of telling me not to
look, and walked away through the tall grass a bit to hide
what she was doing.

"You can't go home all covered in mud," I yelled out.

She came back and hastily dug her underpants out of her
bag.  I watched as she put them on, quite surprised by
this sudden streak of bashfulness.  She got out her jeans
and after she'd squeezed into them, looked at me
peevishly.

"Can I use your shower?"

"Sure."

We walked back to the station, still trying to wipe off
the mud.  We caught the train back, and after we got to my
place she quickly had a shower, changed into her school
uniform.

"See you tomorrow at school," she said as she left.

That night I just took it easy, and tried to figure out
what I should do.  I had to go pick up my plane ticket at
some point, and time was running out.  I decided to wait
for Monday, and see what the weekend would bring.

The next day at school, I stopped by at the main office,
and the principal himself came out to see if I was all
right.  The whole week I'd been so focused on Ai, I'd
almost forgotten that I'd left school Tuesday with a
raging fever.  They all seemed quite concerned, but I told
them I was fine.  The students in my home room seemed just
as worried.  They wanted to go on one last excursion
before the year ended, but I told them I wasn't sure if
we'd have time.  For one thing, Ai was taking me out on
our own little excursion that night.

In class, Ai continued to ignore me, which I still found
unsettling, but I knew she was just trying to avoid giving
us away.  When I came back from lunch, I found a note on
my desk on when and where to meet her.  We had each
other's cell phone numbers so this wouldn't be hard. 
School finally finished, and I managed to slip away before
my fans converged on my room.  I went home, showered and
changed, and filled up my backpack.  Ai had told me to
bring stuff for an overnight trip "just in case."  I
wasn't sure what she was up to, but I packed my pj's, a
change of clothes, toothbrush and shaving kit.

To be continued

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