Date: Thu, 28 Nov 2002 17:34:30 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Little Keiko ch2

    Embracing Keiko was like floating in a soft, erotic dream. Every little
shift and movement, sigh and rustle between the two, communicated their
love. Mrs.  Kawai felt Keiko's fragile little breastbone press against her
thinly veiled pubis, and the woman ground herself gently into it. She felt
her hungry pussy begin to melt, and ooze. Mmm, too soon, too soon, she
thought.
    "Why don't we start with a shower, and then get in?"
    Reluctantly, Keiko let go of the source of warmth that had been
enveloping her body. "Come on, baby girl" said Mrs. Kawai, pulling at the
sash keeping her own yukata in place. Then, without hesitation, she
shrugged it off, and was naked.
    Keiko could only look and gasp. There, in front of her, was the woman
she admired most. Naked in all her adult feminine beauty. And it was then
that it hit little 9-year-old Keiko's mind. She realized, in a flash, that
she deeply, utterly loved Mrs. Kawai. THAT WAS IT! Just the same as in
Beauty And The Beast, or The Little Mermaid, like the prince and the
princess... In this very instant, little Keiko's mind made a giant step
towards being a more grown-up girl. She understood, all of a sudden, the
concept of Being in Love. And she was in love with Mrs. Kawai. All of this
happened within the seconds that it took Mrs. Kawai to remove her yukata
and hang it on a copper hook mounted on the wall.
    Mrs. Kawai had felt completely natural taking off her yukata. But when
she hung it up, she noticed that her nipples had stiffened fiercely and
were poking out and slightly up. It couldn't be the temperature, as it was
rather warm in the onsen.  And in the turn towards the hook on the wall,
she felt the slipperiness between her legs. My God, this girl. . . this
whole situation has taken her body by storm. . .
    Turning back to her little baby doll, she said: "Here... let me help
you with that". And she reached for the sash, gave it the slightest of
tugs... the knot untied... the two sides of the yukata fell open, and then
Mrs. Kawai took the two sides at collarbone level and tugged it off.
    There stood the object of her deep-felt love... naked... looking down
at her feet, her hands folded demurely in front of her prominent vulva
mound. There was one thing that Keiko did not, could not hide... and that
was the rampant state her little girl's nipples were in, standing away from
her childlike chest... like two bullets, poking forward and slightly
outward... the tips white from hardness. It caused a deep stirring in
Kawai-san's soul... and she felt her pussy gush with excitement... little
Keiko was as much affected as she was, Kawai-san realized.
    "Ohh, my little baby princess... you are so pretty, so incredibly
beautiful" whispered Kawai-san. These words made Keiko look up at her
object of love.  She had been overcome by a sudden sense of shame... what
was she thinking, a little girl, just turned nine, and being in love with
an adult... a woman, no less... and now being naked. And there was
absolutely no denying that indeed Keiko was only a little girl. A small,
nymph-like girl, with no signs of womanhood apart from those prominent
nipples standing tantalizingly hard on her flat chest.
    Keiko was small, perhaps 4'2" or 4'3". Her legs were longish, and her
body was well proportioned. Her mother had said that she would make a nice
ballerina if it weren't for her lack of height. Her hips flaired only ever
so slightly...  just enough to create a little curve. Her tummy was flat,
with a small inny bellybutton.  Although she wasn't really thin, you could
see her ribcage below her chest. Her collarbone and neck were gracious, and
graceful, and her arms elegant. Her small hands were, as said, folded
demurely in front of her bulging vulva mound, which was as bald and smooth
as on the day she was born, with a clearly defined slit separating the two
halves. You could not detect her labia; only when her legs were spread
wide, then a little hint of her purple-pink inny-lips could be
seen. Keiko's back was smooth and straight. Her bum was round, with two
little globes coming together in a delightfully straight split.  The
burnished gold of her bottom darkened slightly as it curved into her her
crack, hinting at a duskiness within. . .  So in every aspect, Keiko looked
like a little girl who just turned nine. But to Kawai-san she was the
embodiment of perfection... of beauty... of sensuality. Keiko's eyes
sparkled at the compliment Kawai-san had whispered, looking up at her adult
female friend, who stood but two steps away from her, in all her naked,
feminine glory. Their eyes caught each other. "I mean it" said Kawai-san.
    "You're pretty, too" said little Keiko; looking at the woman she had
fallen in love with for the very first time in her young life.
    "OK, how about that shower?"
    "Okay"
    "Do you want me to wash you, precious?" asked Kawai-san, feeling the
urge to touch her little friend so badly she thought she would faint. Keiko
didn't say anything, but just nodded, looking shyly away.
    Kawai-san walked to the showers, and opened the tap, adjusting the
temperature. This caused Keiko to see Kawai-san's back. She was so pretty
from all sides. Her back was so elegant, her hips created such a graceful
curve, her legs were so long and softly muscled... Keiko just didn't know
that anybody could be so

beautiful, so perfect. And then Mrs. Kawai's bum. Two perfect globes, firm,
round, wiggling provocatively as the grown-up woman walked towards the
showers on the wall.
    "OK, pretty one, all ready." Keiko walked towards the showers. Stepped
under the streaming water... so nice and warm, perfectly
adjusted. Kawai-san stood outside the stream but small, warm drops bounced
off the little girl's body, landing everywhere on naked Mrs. Kawai's boobs,
tum, legs... pussy... Keiko noticed... Mrs.  Kawai only had a little
hair... a neat little `v' of soft, straight hair, pointing tantalizingly
towards where her womanly slit started... Keiko thought it looked very,
very. . . nice.
    Then Kawai-san sat herself down on one of the simple wooden shower
stools.  That way she would be more level with Keiko's supple,
golden-brown-skinned, shiny, wet little body. The onsen shower stools are
very low, causing one's knees to be almost level with one's chest. It is
impossible to sit with legs closed. And thus...  Keiko first saw
Mrs. Kawai's adult pussy in all its glory...
    And what a sight it was. It sent shivers and tingles all over little
Keiko.  She slightly gasped... because right there in front of the little
girl, Mrs.  Kawai exposed her more than luscious cunt. Kawai-san's lips
were all on the outside, generously layered like an oyster that had
slightly opened. The lower you looked (and little Keiko did so, unspeakably
drawn to this marvel of femininity), the thicker and `flappier' the lips
became, ending in a thick, slightly hanging outer and inner labia.  Because
of the spraying of the water (or so Keiko assumed), the lips shone with
wetness in the soft candle and fireplace light...
    Keiko could not suppress a soft: "Ooooogh", staring at Kawai-san's
heavy-lipped pussy. Kawai-san had not meant to put herself so much on
display. She had wanted to sit down, to be level with the object of
sensuality, shiny and wet in front of her. But she did realize almost
immediately what happened as she sat down.  And it excited her beyond
measure to expose herself in this wanton manner to the little girl.  She
felt her lips become more plump as they were pumped up with the blood being
hammered through her veins. She literally felt herself opening, her lips
stiffening and blossoming, quivering, wetness welling up from deep within
herself.
    She smiled at Keiko's barely suppressed little moan. She looked down at
herself, at her engorging pussy, then back up at the open-mouthed little
girl.  "Keiko?"
    Keiko looked up from Mrs. Kawai's sex with a start, her cheeks flushed.
Water cascaded down her tiny body. "Yes?"
    "Do you like my pussy?" asked Kawai-san softly, and she felt a further
pulse deep within her whole lower body. Keiko could only nod, feeling the
excitement, rich and thick, inside her whole being. The woman's smile
broadened."You can tell it you like it, you know. . . " Kawai-san looked
down at her open pussy and, in a soft, high-pitched voice: "Does she like
me? I think so, but I don't know. . ." She looked up again at the giggling
girl. "I like it when you say it. . . It makes me feel good.  Especially if
it comes from the most beautiful girl in the world. . ."
    Keiko looked at the ribbled flower, open and wet. She wanted to touch
those flappy lips so bad. Wanted to see them much closer. But she was
embarrassed to even think that, let alone ask. Instead she mustered up all
her courage and said: "I think you have the prettiest. . . pussy in the
whole world", looking from Kawai-san's face down to the open gash and back
to her adult friend's face, while her cute face blazed crimson.
    "Well, thank you, little princess. Good for you." Out of the side of
her mouth came a small voice, "thank yooo!" She looked down between her
legs. "Hush now!" They both giggled. " Now pass me that sponge so I can
properly wash you" said Mrs.  Kawai.  Keiko handed Kawai-san the sponge.
Kawai-san grasped the sponge, and the small hand in which it was offered.
She looked little Keiko in the eye. "You know that you are my most
precious, best friend in the world, right? And because you are such a smart
little girl, you probably also understand that our evening here should
always remain our secret, OK? This is our secret, between two friends,
right?"
    Keiko nodded.  "I know. You are my best friend and I love you". Just
like that. Expressing her natural feelings.
    At that moment, the usually very composed Mrs. Kawai felt such a
whirlwind of emotions washing through her when she heard the pretty little
girl utter those heartfelt words that she could have cried, laughed, jumped
up for joy... and she was sure she felt a small cum as well...
    But instead she just stammered: "Ohhhhhh, little Keiko, my. . .my most
beautiful girl, I love you, too". And with that she pulled the small girl
towards her, in between her obscenely spread legs, pulling the little
girl's wet, shiny body against her own warm, mature body. Hugging her
tight, pulling the little girl's pretty face onto her neck.
    It was the second hug of the evening. The first one had been sensual,
but this hug was purely erotic. Kawai-san felt the little girl press her
flat, hard nippled chest just above her soft boobs. The flat tummy pressed
against the woman's hard nippled breasts and tummy. Both made little
whinnying sounds... and the shower water cascaded over them like an eternal
rain of warmth.
    How long did it last? One minute . . .ten? Kawai-san lost sense of
time.  All that mattered was that she had her precious love in her
arms. Felt her nakedness against her own. She stroked the wet, smooth back
of the girl child from shoulder blades to the soft start of her bum, not
daring to go any further, not wanting to break this magic moment.
    At long last, Kawai-san whispered, "So how about me washing you all
over, little one?"
    With a sigh, Keiko let go. It had felt sooo good, so natural to be in
that naked, warm, wet embrace. But the prospect of the woman she had just
confessed to about her love wanted to wash her, and that was an offer she
gladly accepted.
    Little 9-year-old Keiko stood under the warm cascading shower. Before
her stood Kawai-san, in all her naked adult glory. Mrs. Kawai reached for
the bottle of shower gel (Shiseido, Keiko's favorite brand) and a large,
natural sponge.
    "Step forward, little princess" Keiko did, standing just outside the
spray of the shower, feeling the warm water rushing just behind her back
and little, pert bum.  "Turn around, honey" said Kawai-san, marveling again
at the sight of the naked, impish little girl in front of her.
    Keiko turned around, facing the natural stonewall, rugged with brown
and black slates. It shone with the wetness of the shower-water, as did
Keiko's skin.  Kawai-san was now treated to the view of Keiko's back,
straight and elegant, ending in her small girlish bottom. The two perfect
halves like little cantaloupes, and in Kawai-san's mind equally edible...
    Next, Mrs. Kawai liberally squirted shower gel on the sponge, and then
rubbed it against her hand to create a rich lather of suds. "OK, little
baby, let me wash your back" said Kawai-san and she proceeded to rub slow,
insistent circles on Keiko's upper back, shoulders and upper arms.
    Keiko swooned... she felt so loved, so relaxed, so taken care of... it
was heaven. She felt the slow, tender, circular movements of the slippery
sponge on her back. She felt the suds dripping a slow trail towards her
bum, tickling her skin on their journey down. The sponge made ever-widening
circles, covering more and more of her little back in rich creamy soapy
suds.
    Eventually, Mrs. Kawai moved the sponge over the little girl's
bum. First the upper part only, but soon her whole bum... moving back up,
following the straight line of the girl's spine... all the way up to her
neck, which was exposed due to the fact that Keiko had put her hair in
pigtails.  When Kawai-san moved the soapy sponge up Keiko's back, she saw
the girl move, swaying her head a little sideways, and her bum would clench
together in response to the pleasure of the slippery back rub she was
giving the little girl. When the sponge moved down again, following the
outline of the left or right side of her back, trailing along the edges of
her almost non-existent hips towards her sweet little bum, Mrs. Kawai
noticed that her little princess would almost unnoticeably push her bum
back towards the sponge, and the hand that was steering it.
    If Kawai-san could have seen Keiko's face, she would have seen that her
big, brown Bambi-like eyes had squinted into slits of pleasure... The
little girl enjoyed the feelings of the sponge very, very much.
    Kawai-san now also included the little girl's coltish legs in her
sponge massage. Rubbing either the left, or right leg from her slim calves
all the way up past the supple thighs, over her little bum, all the way up
to that delectable neck, and then down again, following a different path
every time.
    Because of Keiko's more and more obvious little thrusting movements in
response to the soapy back rub she was receiving, Mrs. Kawai-san threw
caution to the wind: she rubbed the sponge more and more insistently over
and in between little Keiko's bum crack. When she did this, the little girl
pushed her bum against the gentle rasp of the sponge, trying to push it
against her most intimate place.  It excited her very much... it felt
totally natural to try and meet the source of those feelings, to try and
respond and increase the feelings...
    Finally, Kawai-san got on her knees behind the little girl, bringing
the sponge around Keiko's slim hips towards her small tummy. She
half-pressed her naked, aroused breasts against the back of her soapy
little lover. With her movements, her own hard nipples would either sway,
scrape, caress or press against the soapiness of Keiko's back.
    Meanwhile, her hand made ever more generous circles on Keiko's tummy,
going both higher and lower every time. Soon, she enveloped Keiko's little
miracle nipples, high and hard on her flat chest,and her upper thighs, in
soapy suds...  Keiko was making little mewling noises, and her sweet little
bottom was swaying round and round to the rhythm of the sponge. Kawai-san,
her hard nipples sending ripples of pleasure deep inside her, dropped the
sponge all together and continued making the same movements with her bare
hands.She marveled at the feeling of Keiko's naked, supple, warm, soapy
skin... it sent waves of excitement through her brain and body...  to be
stroking this little, just-turned-9-year-old elf... naked, trusting her...
seeking an outlet for her feelings of love and tenderness.
    All pretense of washing had gone now. Kawai-san stroked the girls
nipples more and more, fingering them... tweaking, twisting their rubbery
length between her thumb and index finger... as if milking...
    The little girl placed her hands in front of her, against the heated
hard,stone wall for support. This caused her to push her bottom back a
little, pushing it into Kawai-san's tummy.
    Kawai-san rubbed the little girl's shoulders from behind, and then ran
a soapy, slippery trail down the girl's back, moving herself slightly back,
too, to gain access again to the small girl's back side.
    Now she ran her hands along the sides of the girl's body, exposed
because of her raised arms, following the shape of her girly
sides... towards her smallish hips, then along her thighs... still on the
outside... and then up on the back of the little girls upper legs... and
then, following the shapely curve, onto the two halves of her pretty
behind.
    Keiko couldn't help it, she moaned... the little-girl moans could be
heard over the sound of the running shower, the crackling fire... Kawai-san
heard it, too...  at the same time very aware of her own thumping heart,
working overtime...
    The adult woman kneaded, rubbed, squeezed the two half moons of Keiko's
bum.  The slipperiness allowing her over, then into her little crack... she
started seeing the little girl's anal opening... a tiny
rose... pink... encased between the golden skinned bum halves... She saw it
pucker and wink when she rubbed over and along it.
    Keiko was having difficulty standing. It was a good thing she was
supporting herself against the wall. An onlooker would have seen a little
girl, well before development of womanhood, standing as if a policeman were
searching her.  Behind her, on her knees, was an adult woman, who wantonly
stroked and squeezed the little girl's bum... tracing her fingers more and
more through the little girl's most secret crack...
    One of the two hands went between Keiko's legs. The hand was extended
as if a handshake was extended. The woman pushed the full length of her
index finger and upper side of her hand upwards into the little girl's
bald, naked slit.
    Keiko groaned. She pushed herself on... against that hand... starting
to buck her hips back and forth... riding the hand that was pushed against
the core of her feelings... Kawai-san's other hand kept playing, stroking,
and feeling the little rose bud. She had extended her left index finger and
stroked the little anal opening with contradicting moves of the hand that
was sawing against the little girl's cunny.
    As she felt the pulsing of Keiko's little anal opening
increasing... she started to apply pressure against it. And then... she
felt the first digit of her long, manicured index finger sink into the
little girl's tiny asshole. Just like that...
    Keiko gasped. Her bum and hips responded... the feelings in her body
increased tenfold... then... as the finger started going further into her
small rectal opening... the feelings increased 100-fold... Mrs. Kawai saw
two digits disappearing into the bucking, squirming backside of her little
9-year-old lover...
    As she pushed ever so slowly... she felt the warm, slick insides of
little Keiko, pulsing, alive... and the intimacy of that feeling gave
Kawai-san such an added dimension that she slowly started going in-and-out,
in-and-out of the little girl's behind.
    Keiko's feelings reached the overload point. The hand rubbing her baby
fanny, the feelings in her little pussy, her bum... it was too much, and
following a few hard, involuntary bucks she froze for a few seconds... and
then, uttering little "uungss" and "ooohhss" she rode herself to orgasm,
trying not to fall over.  Her head swam... exploded... all she felt was
love and sensuality as she came and came "ooooggghhh!!  mummeeeee!!...
ooOOOOOoooggghh yesss....  AaaaAAAAAaaahhh....mmmmm"mmmmmmnnn. . .
      One dexterous hand wedged between the girl's little thighs, pushed
hard against her baby cunt... the other squeezed like a fist, with the
exception of her index finger, which was sucked deep into the little girl's
steaming hot bottom...  fingering deep inside the girl into the beginnings
of a warm, tender flow...
    And as the girl started coming down from her orgasm, Kawai-san slowly
pulled her hands free... and then pulled the girl against herself, seating
her on her knees, while she herself sat back, her feet tucked under her
bum.
    She pulled the girl tightly against herself... and as the girl still
shuddered, Kawai felt a mild, spontaneous orgasm rumble through her body,
heaving, crystal clear...
    Finally, Keiko was able to speak again. A tiny voice, quavering,
grateful: "Ooohh, Kawai-san. . . kore wa totemo sugoi, toTEmo sugoi desuta"
(that was so nice, SO nice).
    Mrs. Kawai hugged the little girl's back even closer to her chest. "I'm
glad you liked it, little one. I liked sharing it with you."