Chapter 2

At the Village, Finding My Father’s Grave.

Martin now starts to walk into the village, using a narrow pathway.

Martin continues down the slope path until he gets to the bottom. He then sees some shops, a little further he sees what looks like a small cemetery.

Martin leaves his suitcase outside one of the shops and he goes inside.

An old lady wearing Traditional Japanese dress is working in the shop, she bows to him when he enters the shop. Martin now a little unsure returned her bows, which gets him a little smile off her, He now asks her if she speaks.

“English?”

She just shakes his head at him. Martin now picks up a bunch of flowers and puts them on the counter. He then gets some money which he has had converted into Japanese currency. And he puts the money on to the counter next to her.

The old woman smiles and she takes one of the notes, she then gives him some change. Martin bows to her once more. But he returns the change to her. She Smiles and bows to him once more.

He then picks up the flowers and leaves the shop, picking up his money off the counter before he goes. He now heads up the path towards the cemetery, holding his flowers in one hand and pulling his suitcase behind him with the other.

The path is old, and he is starting to get tired by the heat, but he keeps on going. Martin is now stopped outside the cemetery. It has a wooden fence running around it and he is stood next to a closed gate.

Martin leaves his suitcase outside the cemetery. He now goes in and tries to find his father's grave.

He sees a lady on her knees laying flowers on a grave. The name is in Japanese. But as he gets closer the name is also in English.

He recognises it as his father's grave.

He stands with the flowers in silence waiting for her to finish what she is doing.

Martin nervously says to her do you understand English; she smiles and bows to him. She then says to him in broken English.

“Yes, me understand.”

Martin bends down touches the tombstone and lays the flowers on the grave side.

The woman watches him intently.

Martin now says to her.

“This was my father, so you must be his wife”.

Just for an instant her eyes shined. She nods again, then looks at him a happy smile on her face.

“Yes, I was His wife, My name is Hiroto.”

Martin now hesitates, but he holds out his hand to her, she takes his hand and shakes it. She also moves a little closer and kisses him on his cheek.

She says to him in broken English.

“You, Son, me, mother, stepmother in your tongue. Please come to the house, drink eat rest.”

Martin just nods, then he respectfully bows to her.

She smiles at him.

Hiroto now leaves the cemetery, and she starts to head up a narrow track. Which is leading to a group of houses just a little way up a hill. Martin grabs his suitcase and starts to follow her.

It’s a little hard going, pulling the suitcase, as the ground is not flat and the wheels keep locking up.

Soon they both are stood on the porch of a decent size traditional Japanese house.

Martin finally arrives at her house.

He is hot and he is sweaty and he could really do with a cold drink; she shows him inside and leads him into the living room.

She gestures for him to sit at a small table in the middle of the living room.

There’re no chairs just a cushion to kneel on.

Martin puts his suitcase in the corner of the living room and kneels next to the table.

She says she will return with refreshments.

Martin just nods to her she then leaves the living room and goes into her kitchen to prepare some refreshments.

Hiroto now returns with food and two cold drinks.

Martin accepts the drink and takes a long drink from the tall glass, it's iced tea and it tastes lovely.

She now asked him.

“About his life at boarding school.”

Martin was surprised his dad told her about it; Martin was a little angry with his dad and his mother. So, he told her the truth.

“That basically once they got divorced, he was abandoned at boarding school. None of them had come to see him very often.

The last time his mother came to see him at school, was 4 years ago, and she stayed just under a hour.”

He told her about, walking out of school the day he got her letter and had not opening it until. He had already left.

He had no idea what he would have done without her letter.

He thanked her for her kindness and told her.

“He would repay the money she had loaned to him.”

She smiled and now told him.

“That the money was his father’s way of trying to make things up to him.”

Martin was now starting to get tired, so he asked her.

“If there was a boarding house or a hotel not too far away preferably a cheap one.”

Hiroto, now smiled at him.

She told him.

“That the house was his, he was welcome to stay in fact.

And they could talk more later.

But for now, she wanted him to stay.”

She got up and asked him to follow her she would show him his room.

Martin grabbed his suitcase and followed her, the house was a single level, but it was large with many rooms.

She showed him to a well-lit and very clean bedroom.

She said to him

“Japanese liked to sleep on mats.

But she knows westerners like the comfort of beds, so this room had a very comfortable double bed in it”

Martin grinned when he saw the bed, he could just imagine himself asleep in it as he was so tired.

Martin now asked her.

“About a bath or a shower.”

She grinned and told him.

“They had both, but also something very much better.”

She told him.

However, she now told him.

“To just sleep for, a couple of hours”.

A few hours later, Hiroto entered his room, Martin was just wakening up.

She smiled at him.

Martin just nodded to her in return.

Hiroto Could see by his movements that he was stiff in his joints and he needed to relax.

She now told him.

“To get undressed, he would find a traditional Japanese robe in the wardrobe.”

She pointed towards the wardrobe; she would be back for him in 5 minutes.

Martin quickly got undressed. He found the robe and put it on.

It felt like it was made of silk and must have been very expensive.

A few moments later she entered his room also wearing a traditional silk robe.

Hiroto now gestured with her hand for him to follow her, she now opened the sliding door exited the bedroom onto the wrap around porch.

Then off the porch and headed down a stone path towards the bottom of the garden. As they walked, she explained.

“That they were lucky enough to have a natural hot spring pool at the bottom of the garden.”

Martin and Hiroto, now were standing next to the hot spring. Martin could see the water, and he could see the bubbles coming off the pool.

Martin wasn't sure at all about entering the hot waters. The pool looked just too hot for him.

Hiroto Looked at Martin then looked at the hot waters, then she looked back at Martin once more.

She must have figured out, what he was thinking. Hiroto approached the hot waters slowly discarded her robe which she put on a rock just away from the waters.

She then slowly started to walk into the hot water.

Martin just watched, as she entered the hot water, Martin was getting a perfect view of her back her shapely bottom and a side glimpse of her large full breasts as she went lower into the water.

Hiroto now turned to face him, and she gestured for him to come and join her in the waters.

Martin was now looking directly at her, Hiroto’s large full breasts were clearly visible above the hot steamy waters, she was smiling and waving at him to come and join her.

Martin hesitated a few moments longer, He then slipped off his robe putting it on the rock next to hers.

Martin with his hands covering his private area, he now walked into the hot water.

At first the water was boiling.

And his first instinct was turn around and run out of the pool.

But he kept going, within a few more moments the hot water started to feel more comfortable.

And he could feel it relaxing his muscles.

Martin was now level with her, and his eyes couldn't not look at her large full breasts which were only a foot away from him.

Hiroto now moved behind him, and she started to Massage his shoulders.

Her hands on his shoulders combined with the hot waters and her big breasts rubbing up against his back. Felt incredible and soon,

He felt more relaxed than he had in days.

While Hiroto was massaging his shoulders, she was singing a little Japanese folk song.

Martin, didn't understand the words.

But the song was Beautiful. She had a beautiful singing voice.

Martin now thought to himself.

Once her song had finished, she moved in front of him and indicated to him. That it was his turn to massage her shoulders.

Martin was not great, at giving a massage and he just told her.

“That he would try his best.”

She just nodded to him.

Martin was clumsy at first, but soon he found his Rhythm,

Hiroto told him.

“That his hands felt good on her shoulders.”

Martin wanted very badly to accidentally grab, her breasts and massage them.

But he was not going to take the risk of upsetting her.

As they were both enjoying the heat of the Hot Springs, they both heard voices.

A few moments later an old man and a young girl appeared.

The old man waved at Hiroto.

Hiroto, Told Martin.

“That the old man was her father, his name was Akatsuki. And the girl was called Izumi. Hiroto now introduced Martin to her father and the girl.

Her father bowed respectfully to him.

Martin not sure of how to respond to the old man, as he was in the water naked, with the man’s naked daughter.

So, he just waved his hand at the old man.

The old man just grinned at him.

The four of them enjoyed the waters for another 30 minutes when Martin said.

“He was getting tired again, so he was going to head back to the house.”

The others remain in the hot spring.

Martin got out of the pool, put his robe back on and he went back to the house.

Around 70 minutes later, Martin was laid on the bed in the guest room, he had woken up and he couldn't sleep anymore.

So, he decided to head back to see if they were still at the Hot Springs.

He put his robe back on and headed back to the Hot Springs.

When Martin got back to the Hot Springs, the three of them were still in the hot water.

However, Hiroto and Izumi were both kissing and touching Akatsuki.

Martin now hid, so they would not see him, and he continued to watch them.

Martin was shocked when, Izumi started to suck the old man’s cock. While Hiroto kissed her father, passionately. The three of them continued to have fun in the hot waters. Martin was memorised he couldn't take his eyes away from what he was seeing.

As Martin watches closely, he can see cum leaking out of Izumi’s mouth.

The dirty old man has cum in the young girl’s mouth.

The old man now gets out the pool and sits on a large rock.

Hiroto now gets out of the pool, Izumi stays in the water.

Hiroto now mounts her own father, his cock slips easily into her pussy.

He plays with her large breasts, and they continue to kiss and fuck each other.

Martin now discreetly heads back to the house; he does not want to get court spying on them.