The rest of the week was spent with family touring Osaka and the area around it. I had planned another full day of shopping for the family. As the day drew nearer, I kept thinking about Tobita. On the one hand, while the girls there were really pretty, the higher prices and lack of service somewhat put me off. The girls in Matsushima were not as pretty but they were still good looking, as even slightly older Japanese ladies tend to be.
Given my 2 visits to Matsushima, I felt it was better to continue trying my luck there.
Yet there was a nagging feeling inside of me. I didn’t really wanted to come to Osaka, twice, and not have experienced a session at Tobita ! It would be a lasting regret once I went home!
Such thoughts kept popping up in my head as the day approached. I wrestled back and forth with the decision, torn between the 2. I had to make a decision and soon. My time and money had its limits.
This was my last full day in Osaka, having spent the past week touring around the Kansai area. After lunch with the family, they proceeded on to their shopping. I first went down to Matsushima again, but somehow or other I exited on the wrong side of the station, and it took me a good 10 min or so to backtrack and proceed to Matsushima, all the while being angry at myself for wasting precious time.
Upon reaching Matsushima, I told myself not to be hasty and to pick the girl properly. I realised I was talking to myself each time I passed a girl, saying “This one cannot, this one nope! this one boobs look too big and unreal”. all the time smiling and nodding at them.
I didn’t really want to look for Aru, the girl from last week either, as I wanted someone younger, and besides, I wanted to experience a different girl. As I walked I reasoned to myself … What the heck, this is Japan, how bad can “bad service” be ? It can’t be as bad as the bad services we get from the locals or PRCs. After all Japan is known for its service, and their bad could be considered pretty OK by our local standards. Just as the older girls in Matsushima looked better than our local counterparts of the same age range.
Before anyone starts bashing me about my stereotyped preconceptions, this is after all, my own opinions and thinking .. you are welcome to disagree but this is how I think, and what I was thinking at that time anyway.
I therefore decided to hurry down on the Metro back to Tobita!!
I took some time going over the online directions to Tobita. According to what I had read there was a section of Tobita known as the Youth Street (Seisyun Street) and I wanted to be sure I was really in the right area. Tobita was supposedly made up of different streets, catering to different types of girls. I didn’t want to be in an area where the girls would be similar to those at Matsushima.
I spent some time going up and down the covered shopping street before I was convinced I was in the right area.
By this time the number of shophouses that were in business was a lot more compared to my first hurried visit a week ago. The reception from the girls and mama-sans were similar, the former smiling or beckoning while the latter called out loudly to the guys walking past their shops. The girls were also dressed in different types of outfits.
I walked around the Seisyun area (or what I reckoned was the Seisyun) of Tobita a couple of times. After a while I began to wonder if the mama-sans and ladies could begin to recognize me walking around the area. After all there were very few people walking around the area.
Finally I spied a slim looking lady wearing an Argentine (AFA) football jersey and decided to pick her. Again I approached them and mentioned “No Japanese!” The mama-san quickly took out the laminated sheet with the price list and I pointed to 40 min.
Once again I was ushered upstairs by the AFA lady. This would be my first session in Tobita itself !
Unlike in Matsushima there was no showers in Tobita. Otherwise it was the same process. I was ushered into the room, sat at a table and AFA lady brought in a tray of snacks and tea. She confirmed my timing and price. I paid her and she asked me to remove my clothes and to place them in a box. She did the same as well. She then asked me to lie down on the mattress in the room
She then proceeded to clean my dick with alcohol swabs, doing a pretty thorough job in the process. She then placed a condom on my dick and started blowing me vigorously. The blowing felt good, alternating between sliding my dick in and out of her mouth, giving my dick little tiny flicks with her tongue and sucking my dick lustily. She also threw me occasional glances during the process.
When she felt I was sufficiently erect, she mounted me and proceeded to bounce on top of me. As she bounced, I ran my hands across her perk boobs and shoulders. The smoothness of her skin excited me further, and as she bounced I could also feel her smooth thighs brushing against my skin too.
Once again I could see how hard working the ladies in Japan were. She kept at her bouncing on top of me until I asked for a switch to be on top instead. She gamely agreed and I proceeded to pump into her as hard and fast as I could. This proceeded for awhile until I too began to feel tired.
I had been hiking and climbing a lot for the past couple of days and I could feel the ache in my thighs and buttocks starting to get to me. I asked for a switch again to lie down, while she bounced atop of me.
As she bounced I held onto her smooth shoulders and watched her boobs jiggling up and down in tandem with her bounces. Before long I came with a loud grunt. In my years of bonking I almost never come with the lady on top, so it’s a testament to how good I felt during the whole session, that I was able to come in this position!
As we had a little time left, I tried having a conversation. The lady introduced herself as Maki. She could speak a little English, very basic words and between that and Google Translate, we managed a conversation of sorts.
She told me she was 23 (unlike Aru in Matsushima), she was a believable 23. She had also been working in Tobita for 2 years. She told me she would be working another year before getting a regular job. To my surprise she also consented to giving me her Line contact, but emphasize that house rules forebade the from meeting clients outside the house. I told her perhaps we could meet when she was no longer in Tobita or if she visited in Sg.
Looking at her perky boobs as we talked gave me another thrill again, reminding me once again how smooth and flawless the Japanese complexion seems to be ! While I was enjoying the view, the buzzer sounded, much too soon for my liking, and we got dressed before I left the shop.
After I finished at Maki’s shop, I realised I had time left. I felt reluctant to leave Tobita, for I kept thinking that once I left Osaka it would take quite awhile before I could return.
I sat down at a nearby bench, taking a breather, enjoying the cold clear air and thinking about how wonderful the experience had been. I was tempted to try again, but I knew that if I tried another round, the chances of me coming the second time would be really low. It would take me at least a couple of hours before I could recover my strength.
I kept thinking if I should try another round. Spent 15 min or so wrestling with the decision, if I should try or if I should just forget it. Save money. Go back. Plan another trip. But it’ll have to be a long time in the distant future. But try again sure cannot come. What should I do ???
As I contemplated the thought I was also wasting time crept into my mind. I had to decide fast and whatever my decision I had to learn not to regret it.
Finally I told myself. I’ll take another tour and if I spy someone I really like I’ll go ahead. If not I’ll leave !
As I walked through Tobita again, I kept telling myself it’s the last round, at the end of the street or around the corner I would stop and head back.
Just about then, I spied a really pretty, petite and almost elf-like girl with the smoothest of features. As I walked past I couldn’t help but stare at her. My mind went “Wow!” I turned back, deciding that even if I couldn’t come, at least I had the chance to bonk someone as pretty as she was.
Once again I approached the mama-san with my no Japanese line. Unlike the other instances, this time the mama-san half turned towards the girl, seeking her approval. Thankfully the girl gave a quick nod !
Once again I looked through the menu and, knowing I probably couldn’t come, I selected the 20 min option and upstairs I went
This girl, whom I later learnt was Tomi, didn’t speak much English. When she undressed though, her body was lithe and slim, with really small breasts with pointy pink nipples. Tomi, however, was less friendly and more business-like. She didn’t allow much touching especially of her private parts, claiming it was itchy. All I could manage was to hold her shoulders or her waist.
Although she felt pretty tight, and her face and body was really gorgeous, the way that she bounced felt quite painful. Perhaps the condom wasn’t put on properly. I also felt quite stressed, with the nagging thought this was a shorter session and that I had to try hard to come.
Although Tomi was rather gruff I must admit she tried really hard to bring me to a climactic end. She gave me a hj and even tried blowing me again (after I stopped her bouncing) but all too soon the timer for the session went off.
I could only console myself after the session, that I had bonked an additional Japanese young lady, and a really pretty one at that. Even if I couldn’t come!
What I’ve learned from my time in Tobita (and Matsushima)
Most of the girls in Tobita are around 22-25, mid 20s,at least those around Seisyun St
They have been working there like 2-3 years and they are quite happy to carry on there as the pay is good. I guess it’s much better than what they can get in retail or F&B.
There is not that great a stigma being involved in the sex industry in Japan.
The girls do service non-Japanese but it’s very much at the girls’ discretion.