I am in Kyoto, in the Kamagasaki district, known for being a red-light district. I left the Okiya district where I was told that there were cheap and young prostitutes there.

It is raining lightly. In the darkness, the flickering neon lights give off a melancholic aura. I’m almost alone on the streets, except for a few homeless people and men talking to themselves. I am discovering new horizons.

I turn right, going up the street. I’ve never explored this part of town before. I move through the foreign terrain into a dark, narrow alley. Carefully, I walk through mud holes. Halfway down the block, almost at the edge of the road, lit by the anemic glow of a bar sign, I spot a 1,000 yen bill on the ground. I stop and quickly bend down to pick it up. As my fingers grasp it, I see that the bill was three feet away from a young girl standing in the shadows.

I sit up, 1000 yen bill in hand, and look into the face of the pretty young Japanese girl. She’s maybe 1.40m or a little taller, maybe 40 kilos. She’s wearing geta, which tells me she’s probably not a bar girl. Bar girls don’t usually wear wooden geta shoes for hours.

The girl is wearing a plaid skirt that hits just above her bare knees, and a blue blouse with buttons on the front. Her attire, except for the geta, tells me she’s influenced by cosplay fashions, judging by her blue hair. She looks like a prety Japanese doll to me.

“I’m sorry. Maybe you saw it first,” I told her. hoping she understands English.

“No. You saw the first one,” she replies in a young, cheerful tone.

I look into her eyes. They are bright and complement her slightly arrogant attitude; the audacity of youth.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes. You find it. You keep it.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” I ask her.

“I don’t drink.”

I stop for a moment and look at her with interest. Maybe this wasn’t meant to happen. “Well, Sayonara then,” I tell her and turn to leave.

“Do you want a drink?” She said to me, showing me four fingers. In major cities in Japan, this practice is widespread and means the price - 4,000 yen or about $25 USD.

I hesitate. I look back, meeting her eyes, gauging the sincerity. I ask her her age and she tells me she is 16. I doubt it a little, because the beautiful Japanese girl is really tiny. I try my luck and show her 3 fingers, she smiles and says OK! 3000 yen is what I paid the other day for a young schoolgirl.

“Can you buy your drink and bring it to my room?” she suggests, clasping her two hands in front of her face, tilting her head slightly forward. I look at the ground, then step back, seeking her gaze again, with a questioning look.

I am surprised. Am I being picked up by a regular girl or a non-bar hostess? I guess she prostitutes herself for a living, but otherwise she’s a respectable Japanese girl I met because of a note I found on the street.

“Okay,” I reply.

We go to a liquor store where she directed me and I buy four large bottles of beer. I intend to enjoy this little one, and not just once. The schoolgirl I picked up the other day thought she’d leave after 20 minutes, but I kept her for over two hours.

We go back to her place, she watches me drink the first bottle. She is sitting on a mattress on the floor. Her body looks gorgeous and compact, I appraise her with my eyes as the beautiful Asahi beer refreshes my throat. I sit quietly, watching her watch me. We try to have a little conversation in Japanese, but it goes nowhere. I see her examining my body from head to toe. Her apartment is shabby, clean on the floor, but the walls and ceiling look dirty and the paint is peeling in several places.

“Do you want to make love?” She asks me.

In my head I’m thinking, yeah, that’s what I’m here for, you little whore. I grab my belt and she helps me unbuckle it and pulls my zipper down. I lay down on the tatami and she helps me take off my jeans. I sit down and take off my shirt, socks, and underwear.

She sits on her butt after sliding her skirt to the floor and takes off her top. She’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts stick out straight. Her body is superb. She is beautiful. She leans back slightly, revealing two beautiful full thighs, round calves. She is very pretty! She quickly took off her panties and her silky black pussy hair was revealed.

I walk towards her. She lies down and I climb on top. Her little thighs spread so wide. Her legs come up, her heels hooking onto my shoulders. I slide easily into the target, looking at her smooth skin and face, feeling her calves crush my ears.

She looks like she just got out of school.! I imagine her Japanese schoolgirl uniform, navy blue, almost black, her back shoulders are pressed to the floor, I become harder and with the intention of fucking her like a whore. I had already had a few since my arrival. Japan is really good for fucking chicks or women who are adventurous about having a western cock.