What is it?" "It felt like a hand, or fingers at least stroking across my stomach. Ohhhh." "What?" "More. Lots more." "Where?" Ummmm, everywhere. Ohhh...h, one's cupping my breast, stroking, caressing across its underside, pushing it up, flicking upwards, mmmmm, circling my nipple, fondling the flesh, teasing at its tip, capturing, twisting, Ohhh fuck that's good." Who? What?" "Shades. It's the shades of the departed, Orpheus. I can feel them all about me, pressing against me, writhing their. I felt my hand unconsciously reaching for my caged cock, rubbing faster and faster as I continued to watch her. Getting closer and closer to the edge I don’t realize that she stopped until it was too late.The door flys open and I feel myself pulled into the room. Jolted out of my dream-like state I stammer as I watch her close the door and turn towards me. My jaw dropped instantly as I scanned down her body, over her large tits, her flat stomach, down to her large, hard COCK. I didn’t believe. Itwas in one of the Oyasumi, (the bathhouses) nowwesternized and common as massage parlors inAmerica. But this was a special place-of abygone era now to be found only in fiction-where a gentleman, or at least a man of somemeans could purchase unique and pleasurableexperiences without reservation or inhibition. In a room walled only by beautifully printedsheets of rice paper and lit softly from behindby paper lamps and from within by many candles,Paul reclined in a sunken bath. Hot perfumedwater. He asked if it would be okay if i would come over tommorrow and we could actually do this I said that would be fine as long as he had condoms and some lube so it wouldn not hurt as much after he agreed I logged off and got ready for my saturday afternoon. I went to bathroom and shaved all the pubic hair that I had and after went to get a good nights sleep. Around 12:30 I arrived at Wolfy's house and he greeted me and showed me to the living room.He asked if we got started right away and led me.