At the end of a recent work trip, I flew to Japan for three days.

I’d been in Singapore on business and decided last-minute to pursue some meetings in Tokyo before heading back to San Francisco. It was my first visit to the bustling, high-rise city, and I had a great time: the food, the people, the street energy. There was another, more hedonistic reason I enjoyed myself, too.

On my second day, after multiple meetings, I decided to go straight back to my hotel. The idea was to grab some room service and then call it an early night. A couple blocks from the hotel, on foot, I came across a sign that had some Japanese script and the word BATH. There was a neon image of those squiggly lines meaning water. In my mind, I pictured a spa — Jacuzzis, plush towels, some soft Japanese music coming from speakers, potted plants. I liked the idea of that. I wasn’t good for much more. A spa, a sushi dinner, sake, hotel bed. I wandered into the place.

Greeting me at the front desk was a woman of about 25. Her black hair was styled in a straight bob with bangs that grazed her forehead. Her porcelain skin had tiny freckles that trailed across her nose, and a single swipe of green eyeliner enhanced her almond-shaped eyes.

“Welcome, sir,” she said in accented English. “What can I do for you today?” Beside her was another woman of the same age, also pretty, with very long eyelashes. She remained silent

“I had a long work day,” I said. “I could use a little relaxation.”

“Excellent, sir. Right this way,” the woman who’d greeted me said. She was dressed in a snug, bright red sheath-like dress. Stepping away from the desk, she motioned for me to follow her. “We have many appealing options, and we enjoy American visitors.”

I followed her down a jade-colored corridor, passing a number of wooden saloon doors. As she led me down the hall, I heard a muffled moan from behind one of the doors. That’s when it dawned on me — this place offered more than Jacuzzis and shoulder rubs.

“In here, sir,” the woman said as we reached a door at the end of the hall. She ushered me into a clean, attractive room. “Please place your belongings on the table and turn your phone off,” she said with a giggle. “This is a no-picture, no-message zone!”

I smiled at her laugh and did as I was told. She turned around and left.

I sat down in a bamboo chair in the corner and looked around. In the center of the room there was a circle of white marble flooring with a clawfoot tub, a folding screen with a Japanese landscape design, and a gathering of lush potted plants, some of them overflowing with bright flowers. A few minutes later, the same woman returned, now dressed in a red robe. She walked over to the tub and turned on the taps. There’s no turning back now, I thought.

“Please, sir,” she said, testing the bathwater with her hand as the tub began to fill. “Undress and get in. My name is Michiko. I’ll be back to rub you down.”

Rub me down? That sounded pretty good to me. “Thank you,” I said.

I stripped and sank into the tub as instructed. The scent of lavender tickled my nose, and I reclined my head against the towel-covered pillow hanging from the inside edge. A quiet minute passed.

“Sir?” Michiko asked from the doorway. “I am back now. Okay to enter?”

“Sure, come in.”

Michiko moved toward me in her red silk robe. I was expecting her to sit or crouch behind me to rub my shoulders, but instead she knelt beside the tub and dropped her hand into the water.

“I give you premium bath, sir,” she said, moving her hand back and forth through the warm water and then slowly reaching toward my cock. I guess I knew something like this might happen, but it was still a surprise to have this beautiful young woman I’d met two minutes earlier put her manicured hand around my dick. Her touch was perfect. She leaned her head toward me, pushed her painted lips to my ear, and whispered, “Do you like that, sir?” By now, my eyes were closed. I just nodded.

After a few minutes of blissful, rhythmic stroking, Michiko stood up and disrobed. I watched her flawless porcelain body bend and flex as she picked up a bottle of massage oil and drizzled it over her arms, legs, neck, tits, and ass. The streaks of oil shone against her stark white skin as she rubbed it in slowly, her eyes watching mine the whole time.

Then she grabbed a small handful of fragrant bath bombs from a nearby basket and dropped them into the tub. The water began to turn a deep, brilliant red. For a second it looked like blood.

As the crimson bubbles ran down her body, I watched as she began to finger herself.

“That’s the color for love,” Michiko said, watching as the dye spread through the water. Then she turned on the Jacuzzi jets and a barrage of red bubbles erupted around me.

That’s when Michiko lowered one foot into the water, then the other. Not sure what to expect, I just looked up at her. A moment later she reached down and caught up a handful of bubbles, rubbing them all over her body. I watched as they trailed down her breasts and her taut stomach, then dripped off her shaved pussy at the gap between her slender thighs. Her pussy looked untouched, virginal even. I wanted a taste.

As the last crimson bubbles ran down Michiko’s body, I watched as she took her index finger and began fingering herself. She closed her eyes and let her head drop back a little as she went to work on herself. It was so hot. I just sat there, motionless in the tub, staring up at this Asian beauty, with her curved, sexy hips, dark hair, and glowing skin.

In time, Michiko stopped what she was doing, as if coming back to reality. She looked down at me. “Sir, I know you want to get clean,” she said in her light, musical voice. “So I help you right now.”

Rubbing the oil between her thighs, Michiko crouched down in the warm red water, then came toward me, pressing her slick body against mine. Her crotch made contact with my dick.

“I’m helping to clean you now, with my soap. You understand?”

I didn’t quite understand, but I knew she felt my rock-hard cock, so there was at least some level of comprehension between us. It was the most sexual excitement I’d felt in a long time, and I wasn’t concerned about hiding it from her.

I put my hands on Michiko’s firm, shapely tits, stroking them, and then began licking her small erect nipples. Under the water, she slid her body against mine, up and down, back and forth, her smooth stomach rubbing against my cock, all the while taking tiny nibbles on my earlobe — it just about made me explode. I could feel her bare pussy as it grazed the head of my cock, and I had to resist the urge to slide it inside her. Somehow I behaved.

“Oh sir, look what you did to me! I might need help getting clean now!” Michiko had just stood up in the bath and I could see a trail of wetness coming from her pussy lips, dyed red from the bath bomb. She smiled at the evidence of her arousal.

Michiko then brought her crotch to my face and let me lick her pussy and thighs, the white flesh stained by the dye. My tongue traveled to her clit, and as I flicked and sucked, my hands gripping her ass, there was an intoxicating scent of lavender. I pulled her hard against my face, my tongue spreading her perfect pussy lips, making her moan a little. She began riding my face, and then mewling in a high pitch that increased in volume until she came. After that, she sagged back down against me, our bodies pressed together.

Moments later, Michiko stood me up in the tub, knelt slowly before me, and took my hard-on into her delicate mouth. I felt buzzed with the pleasure of what she was doing; her technique was perfect. She cupped my balls and gently stroked them. It only took a few minutes before I exploded into her mouth. She swallowed my come and released me. A sweet smile spread across her exquisite features, her eyes never leaving mine.

Michiko disappeared as I toweled off and changed back into my business clothes. I don’t know if it was that pretty woman, the red bath bomb, or Tokyo itself, but I walked back to my hotel feeling like a new man. I glided along a street of neon, vehicle traffic, and commuters rushing home, and that night, after dinner, I slept like a rock.