Now, living elsewhere, I have converted my own bathroom into an onsen with sit down washing and an integrated steam room – one really big wet room. ...o bath though. I had to fly back to Tokyo to get the taps etc, but with 4 washing stations and a glass enclosed steam room, loads of fun with fuck buddies and groups of guys.So – back to my story: At a rural ryokan which was wonderfully relaxing. In the evening, after a fantastic shabu shabu meal with a massive group of staff, I wandered down to. . she was really tasting sweet.. i kissed her more passionately!! we broke our kiss after few minutes to breath.. i went back to kiss her but she pushed me out of bathroom and closed the door.I was waiting for her come out i went inside her room and hid next to her wardrobe she came in and closed her door and locked it she started masturbating by rubbing her clit and she moans grew louder.. my dick saluted her! she was screaming my name while moaning.. that made me happy and shocked! I finally. “I’m glad we met.”We looked into each others eyes. “I knew we were on the same page when I saw you,” she said.I nodded. “Funny how people communicate without words--just a look.” I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, loving the soft warmness of her lips on mine.“Let’s get some sleep, mister,” she said. “I think it’s going to be nice waking up with you in the morning.”“I do too,” I said, kissing her again then slid off of her body. She then said, “Excuse me” and got up, grabbing. She paced the room impatiently for several minutes, fuming over the insolence of this desk clerk. Who did he think he was, deliberately delaying her this way. If there were a management, she would certainly report him but he seemed to be the only one she had ever seen here.Her angry thoughts were cut short as he suddenly returned, entering the room without knocking. Jean started to object again but with resignation shrugged her shoulders. She was too late to start an unpleasant tirade against.