Ashley's Japanese Sex Adventure

By Nikki Hall

When Ashley and her boyfriend take a skiing holiday to Japan, the arrival of a college ski team vastly improves the aesthetics of the Onsen. Sharing the bath with a room full of fit, naked young Japanese girls proves too much temptation for Ashley and only leaves her wondering about the room full of naked young men opposite the corridor. If she sneaks in will she get in trouble, or will they give her the ride of her life?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nikki Hall
• Release date: Jan 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370545186

Nikki Hall

Nikki is an Australian author of erotica and aims to provide stimulating, exciting erotica for your pleasure.

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Ashley’s Japanese Ski Sex Adventure

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2018

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All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are aged 18 years or over

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I love skiing. I was lucky enough to live overseas with my parents for a couple of years and during that time I fell in love with the sport. Unfortunately where I live in Australia we’re a long way from any snow. It’s also really expensive.

Fortunately my parents are pretty well off and they learned to love skiing as much as I did. Japan has become a favourite destination for us to get our snow fix. The culture is enticingly different and the snow is fabulous, which makes for a great holiday combination. I went with my parents a couple of times, but last year I was able to travel there with my boyfriend, Darren. Everything was new to him and it was fun to get to show him around.

After exploring Tokyo for a couple of days, we headed up to Nagano and from there to one of the ski resorts I’d enjoyed with my parents a couple of years before. I’d booked us a room in a more traditional hotel just for the experience, so when we were shown to our rooms, tatami mats were the go. There was a small TV in the corner of the room along with tea-making facilities. The beds were futon mattresses on the floor. There wasn’t a chair in sight.

Watching Darren try to get his large feet into the little slippers was hilarious. About a third of his foot over-hung the back of the slipper.

So, like, where’s the shower? Darren asked me when we had settled in.

There isn’t one, we have to use the onsen, I informed him.

What, the hot-tub thing? he asked. I’d only given him a very cursory description of what to expect from the onsen, mostly because I wanted to see how he reacted when he found out.

"Yeah. We have to go downstairs to the onsen. There’s an area for washing and then there’s a small pool for soaking that’s filled from the hot springs.

Wait, so when you say there’s an area for washing, you mean like cubicles and showers and stuff like in a caravan park, yeah?

No, I mean an open area with a series of spots with taps and a hand held shower. You sit down on these tiny stools and wash yourself, then get in the onsen.

What, with like, everyone else?

Yeah, it’s communal. Don’t worry, you’ll probably find that no one speaks English and I doubt any of the Japanese guys are going to threaten your manhood.

Right, he said, clearly thinking. I could tell that he wasn’t overly enamoured with the idea.

So like, is it mixed? Do you get to come in with me?

Nope. It’s all single-sex.

So you’ll be in there with a bunch of naked Japanese girls?

Uh huh. Though based on my previous experience, they’ll mostly be older women; don’t worry, you’ll be fine. And after you’ve suffered through the experience and have a nice clean penis I’ll make it all happy for you.

Well that’s promising at least, he laughed. I pushed him down on the futon and kissed him, grinding my crotch against his, enjoying the feeling of him hardening between us.

Hey, you’re cheating! I can’t go in there if you make me hard!

Oh relax, I’m sure by the time you get down there with those wrinkly old men any lingering erection will die a heroic death.

Gee thanks. That's something to look forward to.

Anyway, I want to bathe so we can hit the slopes nice and early. So put your yukata on and let’s hustle.

I have to wear that? He asked.

It’s traditional, so yes, I said. Darren is a big guy. He’s like 6’4" and fit, and the yukata they left in the room definitely wasn’t designed with him in mind. I made him wear it anyway, bribing him with promises of oral sex. He looked so cute with the hem of the robe barely covering his ass. I did let him wear underwear. We didn’t want to go offending anyone’s sensibilities after all. I wore a bra and panties under my robe as well.

I bade Darren farewell at the entrance to his onsen and headed into the women’s. There were a few baskets filled with ladies’ clothing so I knew I wasn’t going to have it to myself. I stripped off and walked through to the wash area. There were four older women in the onsen itself, but I had the wash area to myself. I was suddenly conscious of my waxed state.

There were two things that had surprised me the first time I’d been to Japan. Firstly, I expected that being Asian, all the Japanese women would have small tits. Secondly, I hadn’t expected so much bush! I know, it was pretty bad of me to stereotype like that, but hey, I’m not perfect!

I had thought I would stand out because my D cups would be epically proportioned, but the Japanese women I encountered were much larger than I had expected. I was still large by comparison, but I saw more C cups than I’d expected and even a few D’s during my time in the snow. What I hadn’t expected was that shaving one’s pubes would be something of a revolution.

As I prepared to turn and walk into the onsen, I mentally steeled myself for the gaze of the women to linger on my hairless pussy and for the chitter-chatter to start. Sure enough, that was exactly what happened. All four pairs of eyes wandered over my body, lingered on my pussy and then the women started chattering. I ignored them and stepped into the very hot water and gradually lowered myself in until I was submerged. I closed my eyes, tipped my head back and relaxed for as long as I could take the heat.

The Japanese ladies left before too long and I was all alone. It made me want to stay for as