“Here we are then. What do you think? Do you like it?”
“It” was a large, fairly isolated old-style Japanese farmhouse set behind a large wall with a front garden that featured a pond, a small bridge, and a number of well-kept trees and shrubs.
“Yes, it’s really nice”, I said to Ayako, wondering what I was going to do here for a week. Ayako was one of my English students. I taught privately part-time to supplement my scholarship (I was at university in Tokyo), and she had been one of my first. She’d spoken about me to her uncle and grandfather who lived here, and they’d suggested that she bring me to the country to stay so I could get a taste of rural life.
And here we were. Akayo was pretty and had a nice figure, but she was also a little clueless, and I don’t think she could work out why I hadn’t tried to hit on her. I hadn’t told her I was gay because I thought she’d figure it out. I was slim and girlish-looking, had longish blond hair, could pass for 17 although I was 20, and dressed feminine.
While we’d been taking two figures emerged from the house. We hadn’t arrived too late, but they must have already bathed because they were in yukata robes. The uncle’s robe was super-short and I could see he was wearing a fundoshi loincloth underneath. He came towards us, his geta sandals clattering on the stones. He was heavily tanned and well built, and he bowed when he reached us.
“Welcome, welcome! I’m sorry but I have to go to a meeting about this week’s festival. I shouldn’t be too long, so we’ll talk when I get back!” (Festivals often involved carrying portable shrines, and the men who did this wore short happi jackets and fundoshi.)
He took in my tight mauve T-shirt, skinny jeans and platform sneakers, and a faint smile crossed his face.
“Akayo, let’s make it a really Japanese week for your friend.”
He turned to me: “We’ll get you out of those tight things and into something more relaxing! Granddad will get them ready and show you how to wear them. Is that OK?”
“Yes, I’d love that, really!” And I meant it, really.
He walked off and Ayako led us into the house while granddad disappeared somewhere.
After a brief tour of the rooms and a few cups of tea, she showed me to my upstairs room.
“You can unpack and settle in. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”
“OK, thanks.”
My room had tatami matting and some storage space, as well as a low table and a lamp. I knew that the bedding would be in the storage cupboard and that there’d be room for my things there as well, so I unpacked my bag and stretched out on the matting. I started thinking about uncle in his happi coat and fundoshi. Then I pictured him without the coat, then without the fundoshi. I started to get a hard-on so I took my clothes off, lay back down, and began to stroke myself. I’d been at it for a while when --
“Hello?” A man’s voice at my door. Shit, granddad!
“I’ve got your Japanese clothes. Wy don’t we get you bathed and changed now?”
“Er, yes. Can you wait just a minute please?”
“The bath’s at the end of the hall. Come when you’re ready.”
“Yes, OK”, I said, trying very hard not to.
I stood up and pulled on a T-shirt and shorts. The shorts were tight denim cut-offs. They did nothing to hide my hard-on, and the more I willed it to go away the more it didn’t. I couldn’t very well keep granddad waiting, so I opened the sliding door and went down the hall and into the bathroom. Inside the door was a small ante-room for changing and drying.
Granddad was standing at a table unfolding some clothes. He was wearing a white draw-string loincloth and nothing else. I’d guess he was about 70, tanned and leathery like uncle, pretty wiry, no spare fat, and no body hair. I wondered what his cock was like.
“Clothes off and I’ll get you washed!” he smiled.
I took my T-shirt off, and as I slipped out of my shorts my half-erect cock sprang up.
He couldn’t take his eyes off me.
“Gee, you’re so white…and so slim…and you look so soft…no hair anywhere”. (I was fully shaven.) His loincloth was starting to bulge, and my cock was getting hard again.
“I’ve never seen a white cock before. Or a white arse. Can you turn around?”
I put my best asset on display: my buttocks. They were large, firm but not too firm, and shaped like a woman’s.
I heard him inhale sharply, followed by the gentle sound of a loincloth hitting the floor.
Then he was behind me and his hands were all over me. He explored my cock and balls with his left hand while his right hand teased my nipples as he ground what felt like a pretty decent cock into my buttocks. I was rock-hard now and had started to get wet. He ran his tongue along the back of my neck, nibbled one ear and then the other, and started to stroke me – back and forth, back and forth.
“Hmm, you’re sooo beautiful, soo beautiful. Just like a girl. More than an old man could wish for…”
He spun me around, forced his fingers between my lips and started exploring my mouth with them. I couldn’t believe that an old man could make me feel so horny. I’d had my share of mature men who did what they wanted with me, but this was different. There was urgency here, real hunger. I knew he wanted me more than anything else, I knew he was aching for me, and it turned me on.
I pulled away and knelt down in front of his cock. It wasn’t long but it was thick, and it was dropping precum like it needed to be sucked. I took the shaft in my hand and massaged it a few times, but he pulled back.
“No, no, I want to fuck you...please.”
No problem. I stood up, put my hands on the table and stuck my rear out. He parted my buttocks with his hands and stuck his cock toward my hole. It took him a few attempts, but he eventually got it in. He came after a few thrusts, and for an old guy he left quite a wad inside me.
“Ah, so good. Thankyou…” he spluttered as he caught his breath.
“Granddad? Richard? Are you there? Everything OK?”
It was Ayako outside the door.
“You’re taking a long time. Is everything all right?”
“Yes dear, we’re fine. We won’t be long.”
“Granddad, those old yukata are no good. Give Richard the one I’ve just put outside the door. It’s a woman’s but it’s only us so it doesn’t matter. Do you remember how to tie an obi? You used to do it for grandma when she couldn’t anymore.”
“Yes, no problem.”
“OK, see you downstairs!”
Grandad pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. “I want to do this again, soon.”
“Of course, I loved it!.
“Good!”
Fast-forward and I appear at the bottom of the stairs wearing a pale green women’s yukata with a light flower pattern and a red obi belt that granddad had remembered how to tie. I had no underwear on and I was fighting an erection.
“Wow Richard! You look great! That really suits you!! What do you think, granddad?”
“Yes, he really looks like a girl! Maybe we could go on a date!”
And I felt like one. I could never keep the girl in me down for long, and this had switched her back on and put her in overdrive. I was hoping there might be more of this to come.
Ayako walked up to me and said quietly: “Richard, you know there’s been no woman here since both auntie and grandma died. I’m sure uncle and grandpa miss feminine company, so…I was thinking…you’re really feminine…and you look great dressed like that…so…maybe…you could…dress like a woman for them for the rest of the week? Most of auntie’s shoes and clothes and jewelry are still here, your hair’s long enough, and if you don’t mind I can make you up every morning and you can be my foreign girlfriend who’s come to stay for a week. What do you think? I’m sure the men would like it…”
Ayako was a lot better at figuring things out than I’d thought.
“Sure, no problem. I’m your guest, so anything to help.”
“That’s soo sweet!! Thankyou soo much!”
“Can I get some makeup on now? And can you do something with my hair?”
“Let’s go to my room! And we’ll look at auntie’s old stuff as well!”
The gates of paradise had just opened in a small town in rural Japan.
About an hour later Ayako was finished with my hair and makeup.
“Wanna see?”
I looked in the mirror and saw gorgeous young woman. Ayako had used her styling wand to give me a smart young hairstyle, and my face looked like I was 16 or 17. I was in heaven.
“I love it! The lips are perfect!”
“I know you love it. Your cock’s been telling me for the past few minutes!”
I looked down and saw the bulge in my yukata.
“Let’s go look at the clothes and stuff. Good thing you’re shortish and slender. Size should be OK. Underwear first…you look like you need it!””
We both smiled.
The garments were a little dated, but I ended up in a beige bra, shapewear, and stay up stockings.
Ayako rummaged around and produced a pale blue lightweight summer one piece. It fitted perfectly. A few accessories and we were done. I was Jenny from Ohio, and it was almost impossible to tell that I wasn’t.
“You look wonderful! You’ll need some shoes for the entrance porch and outside. I’ll see what I can find and you can try them on here on this old mat.”
The size was OK, and I chose a pair of white heels. Image complete.
“Ah, by the way, you do know that…er…well…they’re probably going to want to fuck you. Don’t you?”
“Don’t worry. Granddad’s already done me in the bathroom.”
She smiled.
“I thought so! When I was thinking of inviting you down here I brought some photos of you to show them what you looked like. One night I caught uncle jerking off to them and a couple of nights later I saw granddad doing the same thing. I thought a cute boy would be fine, but I’ve done a rethink and I know you’ll make an even better girl. You’ve done all this before, right?”
“Right.”
“I thought so. You should actually sleep in this room because all the stuff you’ll need is here.”
“OK, I’ll get my stuff now.”
I sashayed into the corridor and around the corner and ran straight into granddad. He did a double-take, and then grinned.
“Hi, I’m Jenny now!” I said.
“You look lovely! Much better!” And he ran his hand over my crotch.
When I got back to the new room Ayako was waiting.
“Uncle just texted to say he’s in a taxi on his way back. He sounded pretty drunk. Why don’t you go down to the street to meet him?”
“Do you think…”
“He’ll probably want to fuck you on the spot when he sees you in those clothes!”
I picked up my heels, went downstairs, popped them on at the entrance and walked slowly down to the front gate to wait.
I could see the taxi coming. I walked out onto the road as it drew up, and I could just make out the driver leering at me in the light of headlights.
The door opened and uncle got out, or tried to. He caught his jacket on the door, slumped back down, somehow took it off and straightened his fundoshi, and made it out the door. He almost fell, so I rushed over to support him, but he only grunted and told me to pay the driver because he didn’t have any money. Maybe he thought I was his wife, maybe he was too drunk to notice anything, maybe he’d worked out who I was…who knows.
“But I don’t have any money!” I yelled.
He staggered to the bench in the garden and sat, or rather almost fell, down.
“Miss, you need to pay.”
The driver was fucking me with his eyes through the side window.
“But…”
“Where are you from?”
“America. Ohio.”
“You like Japan?”
“Yes, very much.”
“You like Japanese men?”
“Of course.”
“Get in.”
I got in.
“Shut the door.”
I did.
”You’re very pretty.”
“Thankyou.”
“Nice lips.”
“Thankyou.”
He unzipped his trousers and took his cock out.
“Nice lips.”
He grabbed me by the arm and forced my head down into his lap.
“You know what to do.”
I pulled his trousers down a little more, took his shaft in my hand, and lowered my lips over it. I sucked him slowly at first and could feel him getting harder and harder.
“Faster!” he hissed, grabbing me by the hair and forcing my head up and down.
Then he shot four loads of warm jizz into my mouth. I looked for a tissue but he stopped me.
“Swallow it.”
And I did.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes.”
“ How long are you staying here, Miss Ohio?”
“About a week, maybe longer.”
“Good. Next time I’ll put it in your tight little arse.”
He smirked. “Don’t forget to call me. I don’t live far away.”
And he handed me his card.
I got out of the car, straightened my hair and dress, and went to see if uncle was OK. He was quite still, slumped on the bench, and his limp cock was hanging out the side of his fundoshi.
“Where have you been?” He was still pretty drunk.
“I was paying the taxi driver.”
“Did you have enough money?”
“Sort of.”
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Jenny, from Ohio. I’m Ayako’s friend.”
“Ah, you came this morning, that’s right. No, that was Richard, a boy.”
“That doesn’t matter, Richard has gone and I’m Jenny now. Do you like me?”
He looked me over and suddenly he clicked into gear.
“I know that dress, come with me”, he said, and pulled me deeper into the garden until we came to a large rock.
“Turn around.” he said.
I did, and he literally tore the dress off me and pushed me face down onto the rock.
“Spread your legs.”
I did, and I felt him reach under my shapewear and tear my panties off.
I was thinking “this guy was strong” when he ripped into my arse with his cock. I cried out I pain but he just thrust deeper until he was right in and then he pumped and pumped until he came. It wasn’t until he’d finished that I realized I’d come without touching myself.
“Tidy yourself up”, he said, and walked toward the house.
My dress was too damaged to wear and my panties were a write-off, so I just gathered them up and walked back to the house in what was left of my underwear.
Ayako was waiting at the entrance.
“Busy night!”
“Just a little, but lots of fun!”
“You better watch that taxi driver.”
“How do you..?”
“I was watching from the upstairs window. He wants to see you again, doesn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“He’ll probably invite a friend.”
“That’s OK.”
“Well, I warned you! Why don’t you clean yourself up and get the makeup off. I’ve put some of auntie’s nightwear on the bedding…it’ actually pretty sexy! I’ll be in your room at 6am tomorrow to make you up and reset your hair. You can go and say good morning to uncle and grandad in your sleepwear and get a feel for how they reacted to what happened today, although I’m sure it will be fine. Uncle might have a sore head though. After that we can decide what you’ll wear for the day . I also need to paint your nails and toes.”
I rummaged through the nightwear, settled for a black satin baby doll with matching panties (auntie must have been hot), and added a bra for good measure. I did all my cleansing and tried to sleep, but I couldn’t get the taxi driver out of my mind.
