Cotton Candy Angel Hair

I met her in a lesson I taught in Ginza.

There was something about her. It was an enjoyable lesson. I don't remember saying I was on Facebook, but that night I got a message, "I can't forget your name", and a request to add her to my friend list.

We talked during the week, and we both happened to have the same day off on Thursday. It was still hot so my friends and I were planning to go to Zushi. I joked that she could come along if she wore her bikini. I was surprised that she agreed. Later, the other guys had made other plans, so I said it was going to be just her and I. She was still keen to go.

We planned to meet at the Moyai statue in Shibuya at 11:30. It was my suggestion. EVERYONE meets at Hachiko. I waited and at 11:45 I got a message saying she slept in and I should go by myself. I said I'd wait the one and a half hours by looking around (at guitar shops lol).

By the time we got to Zushi it was around 3pm. The beach huts were gone, and noticeably fewer people on the beach. I lay my blue tarp down, and drank my first can of chu-hi. She hadn't brought any alcohol so I gave her one of mine. I had innarizushi but she wasn't hungry. I was a little disappointed she hadn't brought her bikini, nor any swimwear.

On the tarp she was mirroring my movements. When I laid back she did too. Her black and grey summer dress lifted to reveal her nice legs. I finished my food and drink, and decided not to waste any more time and go for a swim.

I watched her from the water looking at me.

Later she dipped her feet in the water tucking her dress up. I moved into the shallower water, sitting on the sand. She came close to me putting her feet between my legs. Then, she moved her legs outside mine. Although the waves weren't strong. it was enough to almost push me through her legs. I held her hands to hold my position.

I moved up onto my knees, resting my head near her thighs, and placed my hands on her legs. She played with my long curly hair.

The waves got a bit bigger wetting her dress. One big wave wet it enough to get her to go in with her dress on. She straddled me in the water up to her chest. The feeling of her closeness stirred me. I let out a quiet laugh. She said, "What?". I replied, "You know".

"How are we going to do this?", I said.

She took off her pants and mounted me effortlessly. I thought sand would make it uncomfortable, but it felt fantastic. In little movements she moved up and down. We were covered enough by the depth of the water and her dress, but passers-by stopped on the beach merely 20m away. They must have known what we were up to.

The waves although annoying, kept me tantric. Sometimes even pushing us both over. She said I looked like a god, like Jesus. like an angel. Strong words.

While I was facing the watchers on the beach, she was looking out to sea. The sunset was the icing on the cake. I had always fantasied about doing this, and it was now coming true. It was perfect, absolutely perfect.

Once it got dark, we packed our things and caught the train back to Shibuya. I dried her with my Winnie the Pooh towel, but she was still a bit damp riding the train. She didn't have a change of clothes. Still she was in good spirits, kissing my ear and neck in front of the other Japanese on the train.

We embraced outside the station for ages. I wanted to take her home, but unfortunately that was going to be impossible. I was thinking a love hotel, but it didn't happen.

We caught the train home, separating at my station. I looked back at the train moving off, thinking I must've been dreaming. One thing is for sure. This was my first real catalyst for change after almost five years in Japan.