My last weeks on the island of Okinawa were both happy and sad. I was going to miss this magnificent place. An excerpt from my book: My friends wanted to take me out one last time before I left this wonderful place. They were casual friends. My favorite friends were long gone from the island. I dressed up half-heartedly and prepared to go to Gate 2 Street. They wanted to surprise me and they did! We went to a ‘banana show’, something I never even thought about going to see since I arrived on the island three years and eight months ago, although I heard a few stories about what actually goes on. My curiosity got the best of me. I was shocked out of my socks! The Japanese lady was very shy and hesitated about giving us a show. We promised we wouldn’t do anything except watch. We wouldn’t laugh. We finally coaxed her to go on with the show. She sat on a small platform on a pillow. We were sitting on high chairs in front of her. I was smack dab in the middle. I watched as she put a banana in her vagina. What? Then, with her eyes avert, she started squeezing slices off… one, two, three! Damn! We lied about not laughing. We couldn’t help ourselves. The girls laughed hysterically. I tried to quiet everyone down because she was so embarrassed but they couldn’t be quieted. When she was done with the last slice… we tipped her very well. She never once looked into our eyes during her whole performance. Wow, I thought! What powerful muscles and I wanted them too! Later I tried the banana show on myself. I went to the PX and bought some bananas, went back to the house, got naked on my bed, and peeled the banana. I was excited at the prospect of slicing bananas with my pussy. Oh shit! I obliterated the damn banana! I fell back on the bed laughing at my efforts to perform a banana show! Well, practice makes perfect… right? We went bar hopping and ended up at the Rocker club. I danced until I was exhausted. I had a wonderful time. In the morning, I treated myself to a Japanese hair washing at the local beauty shop. Someone told me that I should never leave the island without experiencing their hair washing session. I lay down on a long table on my back with my head in a basin. She washed my hair gently, massaging my head, round and round. Oh, it was wonderful. I fell asleep! Two hours later she woke me up to let me know she was done. I was totally asleep for the past two hours, dreaming about I don’t know what but the gentle massaging took me away. I thanked her, tipped her, and said goodbye, bowing as I backed out of the door. I would miss the hospitality of the Japanese people. I would miss many things, even the weather although the typhoons scared me. We had three strong ones during my time here on Okinawa but we were safe in our thick walled home.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Aug 2013 20:39:00 +0000
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