Thursday, Friday and Saturday night it's pretty much a "battle royale" of westerners picking up J-girls and groups of J-girls looking to get picked up... by Western guys. Trust me on a debauchery ranking of 1 to 10 on any weekend night, Roppongi ranks in at a 15. Picking up Japanese girls in Roppongi or even one night stands but this story I had to admit was one of the most random I've ever experienced. So about a year ago, I attended a farewell party for a buddy of mine at a notorious pickup. Or so she hoped!She couldn’t believe she was planning what she was going to do next.As she sat with her coffee, she got a book out of her bag, leaned back into the sofa and started reading it, she had to be careful how she sat today though, as she had lost two thongs she wasn’t losing another, so as she had dressed in the morning she made a point of not putting one on.Her pussy was freshly shaved to and as she tried to read her book all she could think of was Bob’s cock pounding in and out of. I wouldn't fail you now. Looking up into your eyes, feeling vulnerable but knowing that I was safe, I slipped out of my blouse and bra and slowly sank to my knees, dropping kisses on your chest, your stomach, the thin line of hair leading into the waistband of your jeans. My nipples were hard and aching, though the room was warm. With trembling fingers, I released the buttons of your fly, so turned on to see only skin and hair and your cock, hard and leaking. I pushed your jeans down around. I walked up to his complex, found 3A, and rang the Bell. I was nervous and excited as well as sore from boarding. I couldn't wait to get out of these clothes. He answered the door and I walked in to a hug and a kiss. Bill was very tall I’d say 6'3” or so. He was a big and burly guy born in Canada and was overjoyed to see me. He looked like a big lumber jack with grey, balding, bush hair and a groomed beard. I put my stuff down, smiled at him, and told him I wanted him to take me to dinner. He.