My First Time in Japan

My first time traveling to Asia was Japan. I know it's kind of a cliché since that's where most tourists go, but whatever — I was young and it had always held an allure for me that few other places matched.

I should preface this by saying I've never been that interested in anime or Japanese pop culture like a lot of white guys who visit. It just never did much for me. What drew me in was the food (I love Japanese food), the environment — both the urban energy and the nature — the history, and the girls. Yes, I've always had a real affinity for Japanese girls. I like most Asians, but Japanese girls in particular have always felt less materialistic than the Chinese or Korean girls I've met. I always joke that they have more of a soul. I know they can be just as superficial as anyone else, but at least they put on a good act. I love their features, soft voices, and cute demeanor. I love it all.

Lucky for me, I fit the Japanese ideal of Western male beauty pretty well. I'm lean and athletic, tall, with pale skin and blonde hair. To give you a sense without reavling myself too much, I look very similar to Björn Andrésen — the Swedish actor who got hugely popular in Japan in the 70s and influenced a lot of anime aesthetics. I'm not saying this to brag. While I've never struggled to get girls back home, I actually think my features fit the Japanese male beauty ideal better than the hyper-masculine Western look. But I digress — I just wanted to lay out the context.

Our trip was in early spring, one of the nicest times to visit — avoiding the cold and the later humidity. I was with a group of friends. We started off doing all the classic tourist things in Tokyo: historic sites like the Imperial Palace, various shrines and temples, conveyor-belt sushi, second-hand stores, riding the subway all over the city.

Tokyo Nightlife and Bumble

We were staying near Shibuya, so bars and clubs were everywhere and convenient. I don't really like clubs that much — the music is always too loud and it's hard to actually talk to the girl — so I usually opt for a chill bar atmosphere. Thankfully Shibuya has plenty.

I normally use dating apps, but if I could speak Japanese even at a basic level I genuinely don't think it would've been necessary. Just walking the streets, I'd catch girls staring or locking eyes with me more times than I can count. I know Japanese girls tend to be more reserved and less forward, and I would've liked to try approaching if I spoke the language, but I also knew a lot of them might not speak English well enough. So I stuck with Bumble, which seemed to be the most popular Western-style dating app in Japan at the time (above Tinder and Hinge).

Within hours of creating my account I had more likes than I could realistically manage. I filtered through the most attractive matches and started setting up plans. Of course dates don't always pan out — even if a girl is interested she might not have time or gets nervous — so I don't take it personally.

The first girl was an incredibly cute 18-year-old student who lived a bit too far to be convenient. When I suggested meeting soon she got cold feet and tried to reschedule for another time. I was only there for a week, so I moved on.

Sena — Shinjuku

The next one was Sena (fake name, obviously — these are real people and real experiences). She was 21 and lived with her parents in nearby Shinjuku. She was eager to meet and suggested a bar for drinks. I think she was worried I'd get lost or not find it since it was pretty underground, so she asked me to meet at a nearby station and we could go together on the metro.

As I waited, she found me first. She was slightly taller than most Japanese girls (who are already pretty short). Slim, with beautiful features. Very energetic and not as reserved as some of the other girls I'd met, which was refreshing. Someone who took initiative.

As we rode in the metro car we got a lot of looks from curious passengers — she was wearing fairly revealing clothing and I already stood out as a tall white foreigner. She started holding my hand. I don't know why Asian girls love holding hands so much, but I don't mind — I think it's kind of sweet.

We got off at the right station and she led us to the bar. I could see why it would be hard to find — it was up a discreet staircase behind a building. I'm not sure if it was a regular bar or more of a private club; there was someone at the door and they probably only let me in because I was with her. I quickly realized there were no other foreigners inside, which I actually liked. It felt quite exclusive and had a very artsy atmosphere.

We sat next to each other on a low couch in the corner. We ordered drinks and talked, learning more about each other. She was a university student. I could tell her family was quite wealthy — apparently her father had brought some popular grocery item to market? I was honestly too drunk to fully understand, but that's what I remember.

I was getting pretty tired and had probably drank way too much, so I suggested we head back. The only problem was I was sharing the hotel room with one of my friends and wasn't sure if he'd be there. I asked if we could go back to hers. To her credit she at least tried to text her mom, but her family quickly shut it down. I guess even with girls who are down to hook up, they still have to maintain some degree of conservatism and modesty around family — Japan is still quite a conservative culture, which I'd kind of forgotten.

I texted my friend to clear out of the room and we took a taxi back. In the back seat she slowly moved her hand onto my lap and started squeezing my bulge through my pants. I naturally started getting hard. I don't think the driver knew or cared what was going on.

We arrived and the front desk didn't make me formally check in a guest, but I got some knowing smirks from the young staff working the evening shift. Once we were in the room we started making out on the bed. She was surprisingly strong — she straddled me, pinned my chest with one hand, and kissed me intensely. Her breath had a faint smell of alcohol, but I liked how effortlessly she took control.

Once she unbuttoned my pants her eyes widened when she saw my hard cock. I could tell she was satisfied with the size. She started stroking it, tilting her head and studying it for a moment, then gave me a blowjob. She was really good at it — knew exactly how to move her tongue to get maximum pleasure. I could tell she was experienced. I don't really mind that; in fact I actually prefer girls who know what they're doing if we're just hooking up. But the thought always crosses my mind — how many guys has she done this with? Horniness won out over the rational side and I just lay back and enjoyed it. I stroked her silky hair, then held it in a firm grip and guided her head up and down.

Eventually I had to stop because I was worried I wouldn't last much longer. We changed positions. I took off her bra and panties and started fingering her, working one finger in at a time as she loosened up. She was already incredibly wet, so it was easy. When I started putting on a condom her whole demeanor changed. She asked if I slept with a lot of girls and why I needed one. It surprised me — I assumed she'd be appreciative. I kind of joked that I'm not a playboy and offered to go raw and that seemed to satisfy her, but it was strange how accusatory she became.

I entered her and started gently, then quickly built up speed. Her head rolled back on the pillow and I could tell she was really enjoying it. We went at it for a while, but I'd drunk so much and the earlier blowjob meant I couldn't last as long as usual. I told her I was gonna cum and that seemed to turn her on even more — she wrapped her arms and legs around me and whispered for me to cum in her. That was all I needed to hear.

Afterward we lay together for a bit. Then I told her it was time for her to go. She gave me a long hug and asked if I would walk her to the lobby and wait with her for her taxi. I did. Overall it was a good experience. Apart from drinking too much, it was definitely a memorable way to start the trip in Japan.

Mari — Osaka

Later my friends and I went to Osaka and Kyoto. While there I met up with another girl at a club she suggested. I know Osaka is famous for its nightlife and figured I should experience a Japanese club at least once while I was there. This time I went with my friends so it was good vibes all around.

We arrived around 11 pm and it was incredibly packed. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to find her. Mari and I had matched on Bumble only a few hours earlier and exchanged Instagrams when she asked if I wanted to go clubbing that night. Here we were in a sea of people — not many other foreigners besides my friends, so we towered over everyone. Eventually I felt someone touching my arm. I looked down and there she was. She was so short I hadn't even seen her approach. Her friends stood a few steps back giggling.

She looked up and said "Wow, you're so tall" in that cute Japanese accent I love. She held my arm and led me through the crowd so we could get drinks. Her English was a lot worse than Sena's, but it didn't matter because it was so loud we barely talked anyway.

After drinks she brought me to the front and asked if she could film a video of us together to send to her friends. The night progressed as you'd expect — more drinks, loud music, her rubbing up against me, making out. Eventually around 2 am she asked if we could go back to my place and I agreed.

She paid for the taxi (I was in no state to figure out directions). We eventually got back to our shitty Airbnb. I felt bad for my friends because the walls were paper thin, but at least we had our own room.

She loved kissing me. We made out for close to an hour. She kept telling me how cute my face was, how it was cuter than hers, pinching my nose and saying she wanted my face. I laughed at how funny it sounded hearing her say that.

She was a bit worried about having sex because of my size, but I told her I'd be gentle. When it came time we ran into a real problem — she was genuinely too tight for my dick to fit. I don't mean that in an exaggerated way. Eventually, after a lot of time and patience, I managed to get the head in and we slowly worked from there until we were going at it. I've never been with a girl this tight before — her pussy felt like a vice around my dick. Genuinely the tightest girl I've ever been with.

That also meant I wasn't going to last long. We changed positions and she gave me a blowjob, but her mouth was too small and she quickly got sore, so we went back to her lying down and me on top. I also couldn't get the condom on for the life of me — every time I tried I'd go soft. Eventually we just went raw, which in retrospect probably wasn't the smartest move since I knew nothing about this girl. But she didn't mind at all.

In all honesty it was probably my worst performance. After like 30 seconds I could feel myself reaching the tipping point — going raw, her incredible tightness — and I came. As I'm writing this I could try to describe myself as some sex god or whatever, but I prefer to keep it authentic and real. She didn't really seem to mind. It was kind of eye-opening for me. I always put so much effort into making sure the experience is mutually satisfying, but I realized that for her the sex was almost secondary — she just wanted to go back to kissing.

In the morning we tried again, but her pussy was too sore from the night before. With the lights on I realized the bed had blood stains everywhere on the sheets. It looked like a murder scene. Mari assured me she was fine and kept apologizing — she was really embarrassed. I've had girls bleed before but never this much. It took the rest of the day for me to scrub the blood stains out so I wouldn't get charged by the Airbnb host.

After that we did some more tourist stuff before heading back to Tokyo and wrapping up the trip. Overall it was a great introduction to Japan and left me with some very memorable experiences.

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