Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2002 09:48:07 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Little Keiko ch1

    Finally the train pulled into Hakone-Yumoto. Keiko was happy to have
arrived. She and her mother had taken the Odakyu line from Shinjuku station
at 6 in the evening, and now it was close to 8.30. And 9-year-old Keiko was
quite tired... in fact she had dozed off on the train for a bit.

    It had been warm on the train. And Keiko had been even warmer because of
her dream. She had dreamt that she and her schoolmate Aneka had played the
dressing up game again. But in Keiko's dream, at the end of the game when
they were both effectively naked, she and Aneka had hugged and then kissed a
movie-star kiss, as Keiko called it. Their mouths pressed together... and it
had made Keiko feel all warm and happy, even in her little tingle.

    When they got off the train, the cool mountain air woke Keiko up again.
She was happy to be in Hakone, away from the big city. And she was also
excited to see Mrs. Kawai again. Mrs. Kawai was the owner of the small inn
that Keiko and her mother were about to visit. They had been going there for
as long as Keiko could remember, and Kawai-san had always been so nice to
her.

    Kawai-san was probably in her 40's, though it was hard to tell her exact
age. She was a very well-preserved, elegant woman, extremely healthy and fit
looking. Keiko's mom explained that it was because of a life in the clean
mountain air, with as many onsen (hot spring bath) visits as she wanted.
Keiko understood that this would indeed make the woman healthy, because she
herself always felt so invigorated after a long weekend at the Yumoto Inn.

    After a taxi ride into the forested mountains of Hakone, they reached the
small Inn. It was dark now, and the Inn looked lovely and inviting. The first
thing Keiko smelled when she bounced out of the taxi was the smell of wood
fire. Not only had the Yumoto Inn an open fireplace in almost every guest
room, but the small, natural onsen was still heated by this traditional
method as well.

    Then the front door opened, and there was Kawai-san. Keiko gazed at the
statuesque Japanese woman, while her mom paid the driver and gathered their
belongings. She wasn't extremely tall, or big for that matter. But somehow,
to little Keiko, the woman had always seemed like a strong person with a very
enticing presence. Dressed in her customary long, black, elegant trousers,
and a black turtleneck, she looked somehow imposing. But her face was
friendly, warm, and elegantly beautiful.

    "Well?" asked Kawai-san, and she stretched out her arms towards Keiko.
"Do I not get a welcoming hug?" This broke the ice. With a small girl's
shriek, Keiko ran towards the woman and jumped up in her arms.

    The woman lifted Keiko easily, and Keiko hung giggling and laughing in
her arms, being twirled around and pressed against Miss Kawai. Keiko's senses
were alive all of a sudden. She felt Kawai-san's warm female body against her
small form. The presence of her breasts (Keiko's mum did not possess nearly
anything as large, or as soft, as Kawai-san's), soft hair tickling her cheek,
the smells of the wood fire, the forest. . . In an impulse she pressed her
lips against Miss Kawai's cheek... she thought... but it turned out to be her
neck... infinitely soft and nuzzly warm... just below Kawai-san's ear. Too
late... and she kissed.

    "Oh, Keiko-chan... genki desu ne! Oh little Keiko, you seem happy!"
Kawai-san said, and then, slowly, she let Keiko down, sliding the little girl
against, along her slender, strong body.

     Keiko was enthralled... she beamed up at her friend, and exclaimed:
"Hai, totemo genki desu! I am very happy".

    "Well, look at you! You are becoming quite the young lady, aren't you?"
Kawai-san said. And somehow this made Keiko extremely happy.

    Keiko's mother joined the two, and the taxi drove off. The two women
exchanged a far more formal, traditional Japanese greeting ("Hajime mashite"
; "Yarashai mase"; "Dozo yoroshku"). And then the two women and the little
girl went inside.

    Once inside, Mrs. Kawai offered a simple meal of misu soup, and a bowl of
hot, steaming rice with fish and some root vegetables. Keiko was so happy to
be sitting with the two grown-ups, listening to their conversation, looking
at the big log fire burning and crackling, just basking in the relaxing
atmosphere. After the dinner she became very rosy and sleepy, and slid
sideways against Mrs. Kawai's shoulder.

    Kawai-san laughed and pulled the little girl in, lifting her arm around
Keiko's shoulder. "I think, Minako-san   that your little girl is ready for
bed".

    Keiko was half asleep but did not want to leave the cozy, warm place she
was in... so she said in her little girls voice: "Noooo, I don't want to go
to sleep... I want to stay here with you..." and she cuddled even closer to
Kawai-san, feeling that her head was now positively pushing against the soft
sides of her bosom.

    But Keiko's mom was not having it. With a short and firm "ikimashoo"
(let's go) she got up. Keiko tried a "nooo" one more time, but Kawai-san said
"Come on, little one" and then she started to get up, too. Then, much to
Keiko's  surprise, she felt Kawai-san lift her up in her strong arms and
start to carry her out of the dining room.

    Keiko could not have been happier. It reminded her of when she was five
years younger, when Kawai-san would carry her to bed.

     "You are positively spoiling her" but Keiko's Mom had to laugh, too.
Keiko had her arms wrapped around Kawai-san's neck, and her head rested on
her shoulders. She truly felt like a little girl. She also realized that she
only had this instinct of wanting to be cuddled and held with Kawai-san. With
her own mother she acted much more like being older... she didn't understand
why this was so, but she did realize that she truly loved being cuddled and
taken care of by Kawai-san. Somehow, Keiko felt she just couldn't get close
enough to her.

    They came to the end of the hallway, where there were two doors, one to
Keiko's room and one to her mother's room. There was a door joining the two
rooms inside. Keiko's mom looked at Kawai-san holding her daughter, and
Keiko, who was practically asleep in the older woman's arms. "Well, seeing as
you lifted her up, you might as well get her in bed, too. That way, I can
take a quick trip to your great onsen. Do you mind?"

    "Of course not. Go ahead and relax".

    Keiko's mom went into her room and moments later emerged with her
toiletries bag. Kawai-san, in the meantime, had opened the door to Keiko's
tiny room, with only a bed (a European cast-iron one that Keiko loved because
it was so romantic and un-Japanese), a small closet and (now closed) windows
looking out into the forest at the back of the Inn. There was a bathroom down
the hall, and the bath itself was of course part of the onsen area.

    "I won't be long" Keiko's mother said.

     "Dai jobu" (OK/that's fine) said Kawai-san. And then to Keiko: "Come on,
Keiko-chan, let's get you ready for bed". And with that she planted Keiko
standing up on the bed. Now Keiko was `as tall' as Mrs. Kawai.  She looked at
her older friend with sleepy eyes and said: "I'm too tired".    "OK" Mrs.
Kawai said, "then let me help you".

    And with that she started to unbutton the little girl's blouse, tucked in
the little girl's knee length skirt, with the little girl's legs encased in
little girl's white socks. The little girl's shoes had been left at the
doorway of the Inn, as is the Japanese custom.

    Keiko, although sleepy, was also faking it a little bit. She loved to be
fussed over, especially by this woman to whom she'd always felt such a
closeness. When she was at home, in Tokyo, she was always trying to be grown
up, wiser than her 9 years, clever even. But here, far away from the big
city, in the cozy Yumoto Inn, with her lifelong friend Mrs. Kawai, she
forever wanted to be the cuddled little girl.

    On the other hand, she did feel a pang of embarrassment at being
undressed. After all, she was a big girl now, and here she was, being
undressed by a woman she only saw a few times a year... But the sleepiness
and the rosy warmth in her bedroom got the better of Keiko and she felt the
last button on her blouse being undone.

    "Sumimasen" (excuse me/sorry) whispered Mrs. Kawai, and tugged at the
tucked-in blouse. Automatically, Keiko raised her little arms to shoulder
level, in effect granting Kawai-san access to all that was her. The blouse
was pulled from her skirt and removed, leaving Keiko in a little white tank
top. It was clear that she was not yet developing. There was no sign of
anything womanly to be seen.

    To Mrs. Kawai, however, it didn't look as innocent as perhaps it was in
Keiko's mind. Mrs. Kawai's heart was secretly hammering, her eyes feasting on
the tiny forms she was slowly exposing. Which she was allowed to expose... by
the girl... and even her mother... although the motivation of each person to
allow that to happen was entirely different from one another. Keiko's mom
just wanted to soak in the onsen; Keiko wanted to remain in her cuddly state
of getting soft, sweet attention... and Kawai-san wanted so badly to see,
cuddle, hold, and. . .... no, no, she shouldn't think that... but she did...
she wanted so badly, had wanted all her life, for as long as she knew
Keiko... wanted to make love to the little girl...

    Next, Kawai-san's hand (with a noticeable tremble, which Keiko missed,
standing in the sleepy, dreamy state she was in)... went to the hip button
and zipper that held the skirt in place. With a little effort the button
opened, and then the zipper was pulled. The skirt immediately fell, a little
puddle of cloth around the white-socked ankles of Keiko, leaving the little
girl in an all-white underwear-and-socks outfit. Standing on the bed, in
front of Mrs. Kawai.

    Kawai-san admired... no, ADORED what she had unveiled. Keiko's innocent
beauty was something that took Kawai-san's breath away. But she wasn't done
yet...

    "Stay there, little girl, and let me fetch you your pyama". Keiko's small
weekend bag was standing in the corner, and Mrs. Kawai rummaged through it,
loving the touch and feel of Keiko's little girl clothes. She found a Pooh
bear nighty, more like a long T-shirt, and got it out.

    "Is this what you wear in bed?"

    Keiko gazed in her direction.  "Uh-huh", nodding.

    Kawai-san got up and walked back to Keiko. She stood in front of the
little girl again. "OK" she whispered, and reached for the tanktop on Keiko's
hips. Then a little tug, and Keiko automatically raised her arms again, this
time above her head. Off came the top... and Mrs. Kawai had great difficulty
not moaning at the sight of Keiko's now near naked little body.

    Her tummy was delectably flat, with a small "inny" belly button. She was
well shaped in a little girlish kind of way. She was, of course, as flat as a
board... but her little nipples poked out impishly... being little hard tips
of about half an inch. Kawai-san knew that Keiko had always had these
prominent nipples, and she knew where she had them from, too, having seen
Keiko's mom in the onsen many times. She could only imagine what the girl
would look like perhaps 3 to 5 years from now...

    Almost with a sigh of regret, Kawai-san unfolded the Pooh t-shirt, rolled
it up, and then lowered it over Keiko's still stretched arms, covering her
face with the sleepy eyes. Then it was around her neck, going down further,
covering everything that had just been uncovered...

    Then Mrs. Kawai, not wanting to lose the moment of intimacy with her
little dream girl, had one more trick to postpone the inevitable moment when
Keiko had to go to sleep.

    "Should you not put on some clean underpanties, young lady?"

    And Keiko, drowsy and cuddled, said in a little voice: "I guess so". Not
moving. Just standing.

    The girl had actually been more alert than she looked. She had felt a
mixture of embarrassment and excitement at being undressed. Especially when
her small top came off, and she knew Kawai-san could see her nipples. She
knew from comparing her chest to some other girls (like Aneka) that her's was
a little different. And when Kawai-san started tugging at the t-top, Keiko
had felt a tingle go through her, like a shiver you sometimes feel when you
sneeze... and her nipples hardened. She knew that feeling, as it always
happened when she was washing herself in the shower, running her soapy hands
over her smooth body. It felt good in a strange kind of way. And it had also
happened when she and Aneka had played the dressing up game. It happened when
she even thought about that game... or when she dreamt about what else she
wanted to do as part of that game... like kissing Aneka... a movie-star kiss,
with violins playing and soft light... it was an altogether confusing but
wonderful feeling. . .

    And now Mrs. Kawai had said she should change her panties. And she
should. She was going to bed and had been wearing the ones she had on since
this morning. But somehow, she didn't move.

    Mrs. Kawai, her heart in her throat, went back to Keiko's bag. Got out a
simple white panty. Walked back to the bed. Stood in front of her little
dream girl:      "Shall I help you with this?"

    And Keiko, knowing full well that changing your underwear was probably
something she should do herself, privately, nodded yes.

    The next scene played out like a dream sequence. Nothing was said. There
was just the soft rustle of movement. Keiko stretched her arms and rested her
hands on Mrs. Kawai's shoulder to steady herself. Mrs. Kawai, her flushed red
face masked by the very dim light in the girl's room, reached out her adult
hands, laying them on the soft, naked thighs of the little girl in front of
her.

    So soft. Skin so warm. So sweet. She brush-stroked her hands up, under
the hem of the Pooh bear nighty. She felt the panties. Folded her fingers
around the elastic band, her fingers to the first knuckle inside it. One
adult hand on each immature girl's hip. Pulling.

    The panties moved down... nothing that was uncovered could be seen as the
Pooh bear shirt hung over everything. But it almost didn't matter not being
able to see. The act was so exciting, so... so... mind-numbingly exciting to
the lovely Mrs. Kawai as well as to little Keiko, that in joint silence the
panties were removed and followed a path down Keiko's girlish thin legs.

    Next, still in utter silence, Kawai-san removed the girl's white socks.
This caused Kawai-san to bend forward a little. She looked up from her
bent-down position, looking up at the trusting little girl who steadied
herself on her shoulders. Keiko lifted a leg at a time to have the socks, the
skirt and panties removed. She saw the now very naked little girl's legs
disappearing into the darkness beneath the Pooh bear nighty. Somewhere in
that darkness was Keiko's little pussy... without anything to obscure or
protect it... it made Mrs. Kawai dizzy.

    Next, having run out of ideas, and afraid that Keiko's mom might return,
she held up Keiko's clean panties. And Keiko, understanding, lifted a leg at
a time to step into it. Mrs. Kawai's strong hands pulled up the panties,
getting closer and closer to where the Pooh shirt hung. Reaching it, there
was a nano-second of hesitation. Then she kept slowly pulling it up, in the
process also pushing up the Pooh bear shirt.

    And that is when Mrs. Kawai saw Keiko's pussy... perhaps for one second,
and not even completely, as the panties obscured the most lower part of her
slit... where it disappeared between her thin, golden-brown thighs... but she
saw the girl's  swelling pudenda, her straight slit... with a hint of
folded-up outer and inner labia in between them... and then the panties
obscured it all... sliding all the way up along Keiko's smooth girlish legs
until it was in place. Where it should be.

    Keiko had felt so exposed, but also so daring, allowing all of this to
happen. Wanted it to happen. Wanted it to be slower,wanting the moment to
last longer. She didn't understand why. But she didn't attempt to. . .it had
just felt so right.

    "Ready for bed, little one," whispered Mrs. Kawai. She pulled back the
covers and Keiko sat down, slipped under them and was in bed. Instinctively
she reached up her arms towards Mrs. Kawai. And instinctively, Kawai-san bent
forward, feeling the embrace of the little girl around her neck

     "Thank you" Keiko murmured.

     "No, thank YOU, little sweetie", said Kawai-san, instantly realizing
that what she was Keiko thanking for should actually not, EVER, be mentioned.
. .

    But Keiko, being only 9 years old, and half-asleep at that, didn't
realize what Mrs. Kawai had said. She was snug in bed, her arms around Mrs.
Kawai's warm neck, the woman's lovely smelling soft hair raining tickles on
her skin, cheek against cheek. She wanted to kiss her goodnight, and she did.
And as she planted that kiss, she hadn't realized how close her little mouth
had been to the woman's mouth. The very corner of her pouty lips touched the
soft adult lips of Kawai-san.

    Then it was over. Kawai-san got up, her knees weak. She felt confused,
aroused. . . she could not, MUST not let this go any further... oh, but how
she wanted to,  desperately... but could not allow it... not now... perhaps
ever. Perhaps. . .

    She got up, stammered her soft goodnights and left. As she closed the
door, Keiko's mother just emerged down the hall, dressed in a traditional
long, dark- blue yukata (night gown). "Is she alright?"

     "She was asleep before she was in bed" laughed Kawai-san, her confusion
and nerves draining away.

    Keiko's mom continued down the hall towards her own room."goodnight...
and thank you."

    Mrs. Kawai stood alone in the hall. And she realized she had, in her
tightly closed fist, Keiko's white worn, still warm panties... and with a
little smile she went to find her own bedroom.

    The next morning Keiko woke up to her mother's knocking on the adjoining
sliding door. "Keiko, Keiko" she heard her mom's urgent voice, "Are you
awake?"

    "Yes" the little girl replied, sleep groggy. She realized where she was,
and smiled.

    The door slid open and there her mother was, all dressed. "What time is
it?" Keiko asked.

    "It's 7:30."

    Keiko was confused. "7:30? Why are you all dressed?"

     "Oh, honey, we have to go back to Tokyo. Your dad slipped and sprained
his ankle while he was playing golf yesterday and he needs us. He can't take
care of himself right now."

    Keiko was awake now. Go back? And they had just arrived... she had just
had this amazing adventure last night... where she had been so bold and
excited and...

    "Come on, get dressed, we have to catch the 9:00 o'clock train"     Keiko
was very disappointed. She had really looked forward to this long weekend.
Her school closed, no pressure from other kids, just herself, her mom, and
Mrs. Kawai. And now they had to go back.

    "Ohh, Keiko, I'm sorry baby" said her Mom. "But your poor daddy is in
pain and someone needs to feed him. He really shouldn't walk". Keiko nodded.
She understood. But the disappointment was very apparent on her face.

    And it still was when she and her mom entered the cozy dining room where
the smell of Japanese breakfast was strong and inviting. Mrs. Kawai was there
to greet the guests. Two elderly couples were sitting at a table.

    "Ohio gozaimasu (good morning)" greeted Mrs. Kawai. Keiko and her mom
returned the greeting. "What's wrong with you?" asked mrs. Kawai, her voice
and face truly concerned as she saw Keiko's face, full of disappointment and
kind of resigned to that feeling. It flashed through the elderly woman's
mind: Keiko had told her mother what had happened... She became very nervous.

    Then Keiko's mum explained, and Kawai-san could only just suppress a sigh
of relief. "I am so sorry, baby" she said to Keiko, stroking the 9 year old
little doll over her soft jet black straight hair. Keiko just nodded and then
said, almost whispered, holding back her tears, "me too."

    "Wait. Why don't you stay here, Keiko? I could sure use the help, and I
can take you back to Tokyo Monday because I have to go into town anyway for a
dentist's appointment". Kawai-san had said it before she even thought about
it. She was sure that Mrs. Nagoya would politely decline. But before the
woman could respond, Keiko jumped up and shouted: "Can I? Can I? Oh mummy
please please please can I stay?"

    Mrs. Nagoya looked at Keiko. She had sensed the little girl's massive
disappointment. And she had been a really good girl this year, in school and
at home. And, after all, this was her first vacation this year outside Tokyo.
She looked at Kawai-san. "Are you sure? She can be a handful, you know."

    Mrs. Kawai laughed. "I have known Keiko-chan all her life. She is one of
my best friends, right Keiko?" Keiko beamed, looking alternating at the two
adults. "I am sure it will be fine, Minako-san" assured Kawai-san.

    And then, with a little shrug, Keiko's mum gave in. "OK then... but I do
want to pay for Keiko's stay, just as normal".

    This lead to a short discussion ("absolutely not" "yes, I insist") which
Keiko's mom won.

    Minutes later they were eating their breakfast and Keiko's heart was
jumping, skipping, hopping, jubilating. Her first holiday by herself. Invited
by Kawai-san. She couldn't believe her luck. For some reason she knew that
she wanted to be close to the older woman. She didn't feel any fear or
apprehension. She just trusted the woman completely and just wanted to be
with her more.

    After breakfast, Keiko's mom left for the train station by taxi. Keiko
and Mrs. Kawai waved goodbye. Then Kawai-san put an arm around Keiko's thin
shoulders. "Come on, little one. Let's go inside and help the other guests."

    Finally, it was evening. Keiko had been helping Kawai-san throughout the
day with little errands in and around the inn. She had a thoroughly enjoyable
day, helping in the kitchen, using a leaf blower in the garden, setting out
some new decorations in the cozy dining room area. . . during breaks, she
read her book, had spoken with her mom on the phone to hear that her dad was
fine (as long as he sat still), and had had a nice traditional Japanese tea
break with Kawai-san.

    The other guests, the elderly couple, had announced that they would not
be staying this Saturday night as they were visiting some friends on the
other side of the lake and there would be no transportation coming back (the
ferries stopped crossing Lake Ashi after 8 pm).

    This left little Keiko and Mrs. Kawai all by themselves in the inn.
Kawai-san had prepared a nice traditional Japanese winter dinner: miso soup,
hot soba noodles with pork and shiitake mushrooms, some sticky rice with
broiled eel and some sweet bean paste in rice as dessert.

    They had cleared the dishes, and now sat in the dining room looking at
the fire, Keiko on a chair and Kawai-san across from her on a futon on the
floor. There was only one small light.

    Keiko and Kawai-san were sipping their hot oolong tea. Keiko was just
thrilled to be here, with her friend, the woman that she so trusted and
admired. What Keiko was trying to comprehend was why she felt the same funny,
exciting flutterings in her tummy when she thought about Kawai-san as when
she thought about, or played, the changing game with her friend Aneka.

She knew with Aneka it was because she knew they were doing something that
was secret... and somehow naughty, not bad naughty but naughty all the same.
Little 9-year-old Keiko also knew that she had had the same feelings when she
had allowed Kawai-san to totally undress her... showing her everything... in
that one flash moment... So... did that mean that she wanted to play the same
games with Kawai-san as she played with Aneka? And that she also secretly
wanted to kiss Kawai-san, like she wished she would do with Aneka... a movie
star kiss... touching Kawai-san with her lips... together...

    The more little Keiko thought about it throughout the day, the more she
realized that with Aneka, she just thought it would be exciting in a curious
kind of way. But the thought of playing the same game with Mrs. Kawai
delivered feelings of a totally different dimension.    Similarly, Mrs. Kawai
had, all day, reveled in the presence of the little girl she so loved. Last
night, back in her own room, after what had happened, she realized fully what
she had known unconsciously for a long time. Keiko's presence had just
brought it to the surface and made it clear in her mind. She was deeply,
overwhemingly, in love with the little girl. Realizing... admitting this to
herself... was a moment of both relief as well as mental turmoil. But she did
realize she was in love -- all the telltale signs were there. A constant
craving to be with her, not just be in her presence but be with her
physically. Constantly thinking about her. Reminiscing, in great detail,
about the magical events of the night before, when she put little Keiko to
bed, and the wondrous, warm smell of the little panties that she'd brought to
her own bed. . .

     Mrs. Kawai sensed that little Keiko might just be feeling similar
feelings. It was nothing that Keiko had said ... it was just `in the air'.
She somehow intuited from Keiko's presence that the little girl was, at the
very least, warmly attracted to Kawai-san.

      "Hey, little dream princess, what do you say if we would go to the
onsen and wash off this long day?"

    Keiko's heart jumped... for two reasons... she was called a princess by
this queenly, beautiful woman, and. . . she was invited into the beautiful,
small, natural onsen! She said: "Oh, can we? Yes please!"

     "OK, I'll tell you what" Mrs. Kawai rose from the futon, "You go to your
room and change and get your stuff and I will meet you at the onsen in about
10 minutes, OK?"

    "OK!" said Keiko, getting up.

    "And don't go in without me" said Kawai-san, "wait until I'm there. I
might have a little surprise for you. . .".

    Little Keiko jumped up. "A surprise? What is it, what is it?"

     "Well, if I told you there wouldn't be any surprise, would there?" She
touched Keiko's nose. "So just scoot, and meet me outside the onsen entrance
in 10 minutes, OK?"

      Keiko scampered to her room, and Kawai-san dimmed the candles, locked
the doors and then went to the onsen to prepare Keiko's surprise.

    Meanwhile Keiko was in her room collecting her toiletries, her Pooh bear
soap and shampoo, her Hello Kitty toothbrush, her brush and comb, and her two
big, fluffy towels that were from the inn. Then she threw her yukata on the
bed, and started undressing. She took off all her clothes... hesitating when
she was just wearing her undies. But she was going into the onsen... so her
undies should come off as well.

    She realized all of a sudden that Kawai-san would be naked, too. She had
seen Kawai-san naked before, of course, in that same onsen. But there were
two differences. First of all, there had always been other people there as
well. And secondly, those times Keiko had not realized how strongly she was
attracted to Mrs. Kawai. She had perhaps felt it in a childish kind of way,
but now she felt it in a girl kind of way. Before it was more just a feeling,
now it was a... a... desire. . .

    Having put on the yukata, she then brushed her hair and decided to braid
them into two pigtails, one on each side to keep her hair from getting all
tangled. That done, she realized that ten minutes had passed already, so she
put on her little house slippers and went to the onsen.

    Outside the oak door, Mrs. Kawai was standing in her yukata as Keiko
arrived. She looked at the little doll approaching. So small, so delectable,
so incredibly cute and sweet. Her two little pigtails swaying as she walked.
Her face was full of gleeful anticipation.

    "Ready?" she asked the little girl. Keiko just nodded. "OK, then close
your eyes, and give me your hand". Keiko's small hand was placed in
Kawai-san's adult hand. Keiko could hear the door open, and felt the warmth
washing out of the onsen. "Come on, little princess" said Kawai-san in a soft
voice, giving a little tug at Keiko's hand.

    Keiko was led inside, and she heard the door close. It was warm. She
could hear the fire crackle. Mrs. Kawai now stood right behind the little
girl. Keiko's height just reached Mrs. Kawai's boobs. She covered Keiko's
eyes with her two hands. This caused Keiko's back to be pulled against Mrs.
Kawai. Kawai-san could have held Keiko like this forever, bathing in the
warmth the little girl's body was radiating against her body.

    Keiko felt Kawai-san's warm body, too. And she felt the presence of those
two warm boobs, pressed against the sides of her head. Her mind swooned.

    At last, Kawai-san said: "OK, if I take away my hands you can look. One,
two, three..." And with that, she removed her hands, and Keiko saw a sea of
candles, long and short, thick and thin, everywhere. The candles and the fire
created a magical illumination of reds and oranges and yellows, flickering
across the onsen room.

    The onsen itself was not so big, and kind of elliptical. It had
underwater benches where an adult could sit and be immersed in water to their
necks. Around the onsen was a wide floorheated natural stone floor. On one
wall were six showerheads, with little plain wooden stools and water buckets.
On the far end, the walkway was wide and that is where the natural fire was.
This kept the onsen warm. The onsen water came from deep under the ground,
and was purely natural and warm.

    Keiko took it all in and said "Oooooh... that is so pretty".

    "Do you like it?" Kawai-san asked.

    "Yes... yes, thank you!" and with that the little girl turned around and
hugged herself close to Kawai-san. "You are the bestest friend in the world"
Keiko said, throwing her arms around Mrs. Kawai's hips, pressing her head
between the older woman's soft breasts.

    Immediately, both felt how special this hug felt. It felt so good, so
natural to be this close to one another. With just two thin cotton yukata
layers between them. "Oh, baby" whispered Mrs. Kawai, and pulled her even
closer to herself, stroking the top of the little girl's head. Keiko just
sighed, her feelings so strong, never wanting to leave this embrace of warm,
safe, sensual closeness.