HONEY SHOWER

by BioDread

Jennifer stood in line with her classmates, waiting to sign into her room.  She looked around idly at the decor of the Japanese inn, stone was very prominent, all of the walls were made up of rough blocks of brown, mountain rock.  The inn sat at the foot of a lone mountain, a peak with a rich history of myth and folklore.  Jennifer's class had flown to Japan solely to explore the mountain and to research the lore surrounding it by interviewing the local inhabitants.

"Your name?" inquired the pretty female desk clerk when Jennifer finally reached the counter.

"Jennifer Rovero," replied the young woman with a smile.

The clerk handed Jennifer her room key.

"Room 36, Rovero-san," said the pretty Japanese girl.

As Jennifer knelt to pick up her bags, she noticed that the clerk was watching her with extreme interest.  Blushing, Jennifer quickly left the counter and joined a group of students who were waiting for an elevator.

Jennifer's room was very small, almost a closet to the American-bred girl.  She set her two leather bags at the foot of the bed and sat down on the edge, running a hand through her blonde hair.  She felt exhausted, jet lag was settling upon her. Determined to remain awake, Jennifer got undressed and went into the bathroom.  The bath was as tiny as the bedroom, but it did have a shower made of the same rough stone as the walls with a floor to ceiling window that looked out into an ornate garden.

Jennifer peeked through the window, afraid someone would see her naked in the shower stall.  No one was in sight, the garden appeared empty.  Still somewhat hesitant, but desperate for a hot shower, Jennifer decided to risk it and switched on the shower.  A stream of water poured down, eventually filling the stall with warm steam and fogging the large shower window.  Jennifer stepped gingerly into the stall and sighed as the hot water enfolded her body, relaxing her muscles and caressing her skin.

Jennifer soaked her long hair in the spray, then started rubbing the back of her neck, massaging stiff muscles with her slender fingers.  The pouring water soothed Jennifer, it slid across every part of her body, caressing, exploring.  The fog within the stall became thicker, the rock walls seemed to glow with heat.  The warmth suffused Jennifer's dripping, naked body, she closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure, moving her hands from her neck to her shoulders, her nipples hardening as rivulets of water ran across them.

Jennifer turned so the shower spray would pour down her back.  She stroked her wet hips, then slid her palms over her buttocks, gently rubbing them while the downpour ran over her ass and into her crack.  The rocks behind Jennifer pulsed with soft, golden light, the heat caressed the naked girl's flesh, she sighed and bit her lower lip, her hands stroking her buttocks harder, fingers spreading her taut cheeks apart so the warm shower water could pour across her pussy.  The shower stall shimmered from the heat emanating from the rock walls.  The heat filled Jennifer, she pressed her fingers into the crack of her ass, fondling her cunt, moaning as hissing, steaming water rained over her.  Jennifer started thrusting with her hips, gyrating erotically while she dug her fingers into her cunt, gasping when her index fingers dipped inside her snatch.

Moaning softly, her eyes closed, her lips trembling, Jennifer shoved her long fingers into her drenched pussy again and again, her pelvis shuddering as hot water poured over her breasts.  Throwing back her wet hair, Jennifer whimpered when she orgasmed, her juices oozing from her cunt and soaking her plunging index fingers.

Jennifer carefully climbed out of the steam-filled shower stall, her skin gleaming, the droplets of water on her body quickly evaporating from the heat of the rock walls.  Jennifer swallowed several gulps of air, staring into the bathroom mirror as the glowing stones swiftly cooled and grew dark.  Jennifer smiled at her reflection, the incredibly hot shower and orgasm had energized her, she was filled with tumultuous energy.  She left the bathroom and opened one of her bags for a change of clothes, she was going to get a jump on her classmates and begin her research by taking a quick look around the village.

When Jennifer left her room, she was surprised to find two of her classmates, Shannon and Deanna, leaving their rooms as well.  Both girls were just as flushed and energetic as Jennifer, they smiled when they noticed Jennifer in the hallway with them.

"Heading out?" asked Shannon, her eyes bright with eagerness.

"Yeah, thought I'd check out the village before dark."

"Mind if we come along?" asked Deanna with a saucy grin.

"Okay," shrugged Jennifer before she started walking to the elevator.

Leaving the inn, the young women explored the small mountain village, noting the shops and the open square where a simple log tower stood, an enormous copper bell set at its summit.  With the sun setting quickly, Shannon and Deanna said they were ready to go back to the inn.  Jennifer began to agree, then noticed a crudely made cabin a short distance upslope, smoke rising from its stone chimney.

"I'm going to check out that cabin," said Jennifer without looking at her companions.

"It'll be dark soon!" reminded Shannon with a frown.

"I won't take long," replied Jennifer.  Drawn inexplicably to the mountain cabin, Jennifer followed the dirt road that led up to it.

"Come on, we can't let her go alone," sighed Deanna, taking Shannon's arm and following their intent classmate.

Jennifer was knocking on the cabin's front door when Deanna and Shannon caught up with her.  There was the sound of a bolt being drawn, then the thick wooden door creaked open, the doorway illuminated by crackling firelight from within.

"Hai?" inquired a Japanese man in his mid-fifties, his long, disheveled hair streaked with gray, his thin mustache and beard drooping from his coarse face.

"Do you speak English?" asked Jennifer with a friendly smile.

"Hai," nodded the man, his eyes sliding up and down Jennifer's body leeringly.

"Do you know some of the legends about this mountain?" asked Jennifer.

"Hai.  Please, come in," invited the man, backing up and opening the door wide for the three girls.

Jennifer entered eagerly, Shannon and Deanna with more reluctance.  Barring the door shut after the girls had walked in, the old Japanese man crossed the room and stirred the contents of a small pot that hung suspended over the fire.

"What is your name, sir?" asked Jennifer, taking a seat at the table that dominated the room.

"Ohta," answered the old man, leaving the fire briefly to collect leaves from a small counter.  He returned to the fireplace and dropped the leaves into the pot, stirring the smoking contents with a long, wooden ladle.

"What are you making?" inquired Deanna.

"Tea.  Would you like some?"

"Yes, please," nodded Jennifer.  Shannon and Deanna made clandestine faces expressing their disapproval.

"So what do you know about the mountain?" asked Jennifer while they all waited for the tea to boil.

"The stones have power," said the old man, his dark eyes peering at each of the three girls.  "Have you felt the life within the stones?"

"Yes," replied the three young women, blushing hotly at their individual experiences.

"You have felt the heat dwelling within the stones," nodded Ohta knowingly.  "The mountain is a source of great life, of powerful magic."

"Magic?  That's silly!" giggled Shannon.

Ohta did not argue, he merely collected four cups from a cabinet and poured tea.  After setting a steaming cup before each of his guests, Ohta descended into a creaking chair by the fire and sipped his tea.

"Has anyone tried to use the magic in the stones?" asked Jennifer curiously while she drank her beverage.

"Hai," nodded the old man slowly.  "Sorcerers can use the power in the stones to create runes."

"What are runes?" asked Deanna, frowning in confusion.

"Symbols that generate supernatural effects," answered Jennifer as she regarded the sitting old man.

"You have experienced the magic of the stones, would you like to feel more?" asked Ohta, his dark, almond-shaped eyes boring into Jennifer.

"Yes," smiled Jennifer, matching the old man's gaze.

A thumping sound dragged Jennifer's attention away from Ohta.  She turned in her chair to find Shannon and Deanna slumped over the table, apparently deeply asleep.  Glancing down at her half-empty cup, Jennifer felt her own eyelids grow heavy, her body becoming limp as the old man watched by the fire.

"I will show you the power of the mountain," promised the old man just before Jennifer collapsed onto the tabletop.

***

Jennifer's eyes fluttered open.  She was on her belly, her arms stretched out before her, her wrists bound by thick leather strips.  She turned her head to her right, Shannon was resting on another long table, naked and bound, still under the influence of the drugged tea.  The sweet aroma of beeswax candles filled Jennifer's nostrils.  She heard movement to her left, she looked over her bare shoulder and watched the old man walk towards her.  Ohta was dressed in a long, dark blue, silk robe decorated with gold-threaded runes.  He stirred the contents of a small, black inkpot, he looked up when he sensed Jennifer's eyes upon him.

"Your will is strong for a woman," noted Ohta, stopping in place at the edge of the table where Jennifer was outstretched.

"What are you doing?  What have you done to the others?"

"You wanted to feel the power of the mountain, and so you shall," replied Ohta, setting down the inkpot and dipping a quill inside.

Jennifer tugged on the strips of leather binding her wrists, then gasped when a line of fire seared across the base of her spine.  She strained to look over her shoulder, Ohta's face was bathed in golden light, he appeared to be writing on her back.

"Stop..stop it!" groaned Jennifer, every nerve along her spine screaming while the old man wrote on her flesh.  Ohta leaned down and kissed the small of Jennifer's back, the girl arched her spine and screamed soundlessly, molten fire boiling her blood, heating her skin until sweat oozed from every pour, covering her bound body.

"Know a woman's pleasure," whispered Ohta, kissing the base of Jennifer's spine again, then licking each of her round buttocks.

Jennifer shivered in her leather bonds, gasping sharply while the most powerful orgasm she had ever known raged through her.  The ecstasy was too much for Jennifer's mind, her head slumped onto the tabletop, senseless.

***

Jennifer woke up tangled in the sheets of her bed.  She was drenched in clammy sweat, the damp sheets clung to her arms and legs.  Tearing away the sticky covers, Jennifer stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower.  While the water was still warming, Jennifer climbed in, putting her head directly beneath the spray, closing her eyes as water combed through her sweat-damp mane.

Jennifer felt a gentle heat at the base of her spine.  She turned and thrust her right hip into the shower spray, the warm water sliding down her slim right leg.  The heat just above her tight ass became hotter, and a corresponding heat flared within her vagina.  Jennifer bit her lip, looking hastily out the window to make sure no one was watching.

To Jennifer's horror, two male students from her field trip group were walking through the garden.  They froze in mid-step when they noticed Jennifer standing in the window naked, her slim body glistening beneath the shower's spray.  The heat in Jennifer's pussy throbbed.  With her face burning in shame, Jennifer lowered her hands to her crotch, and began fondling her aching cunt.  The boys grinned and continued to watch, their eyes wide as Jennifer energetically stroked her water-drenched pussy.  

The naked girl turned her back on the two leering boys and leaned against the glowing rocks, her creamy skin slick with hot water.  She combed her soaked hair with her right hand, her left resting on the warm, golden stone.  Jennifer noticed two more runes over her left wrist, they began to glow with the same light as the stone surrounding her.  Moaning, Jennifer pressed her left hand between her slick legs, rubbing her hot pussy, caressing her quivering, swollen clit.

Jennifer turned to face the mesmerised boys, she watched them as her left hand massaged her hot cunt.  She spread her legs apart, slowly rolling her hips while she fondled her dripping slit, her water-soaked breasts trembling underneath the warm rain of the shower head.  Jennifer felt a new warmth spreading from her gleaming belly.  She fingered her pussy faster, her hips shaking, her tits bobbing up and down and throwing water against the window glass.  The watching boys licked dry lips, unable to look away from the naked, showering girl masturbating in front of them.  Jennifer's remaining inhibitions fell away, she inserted two fingers of her left hand into her cunt, whimpering in ecstasy as her digits dug up into the soft folds of her pussy.  Jennifer leaned her small ass against the warm rock, twisting her right nipple with her free hand as her hips quaked, her fingers thrusting sharply back and forth within her vagina.  She rubbed her slick buttocks on the glowing stones, then she slid her back up and down upon the warm rock, shoving her fingers into her clenching slit.  

The masturbating girl arched her back, her quivering breasts engulfed in the shower spray while a thigh-quaking orgasm exploded inside her finger-filled pussy.  Panting, Jennifer turned her head towards her audience.  With her back against the cooling stone, the shower-drenched girl raised her left hand and slowly sucked the honey from her cum-soaked fingers, the runes on her inner wrist warming her flesh.

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