The Winter Kimono

By the time Margot reached the Ryokan, it was snowing. The lobby was a bubbling riot of Japanese in the process of checking out. She strode past them down the corridor to her room.

“Mrs. Stevens!” a little voice squeaked behind her. One of the female staff came sweeping down the hallway. She was carrying something in her arms. As she neared, Margot eyed the package with consternation; it was suspiciously familiar.

“A person from the village delivered this for you. They said you left it behind by mistake.”

Margot almost launched into a tirade of how this didn’t belong to her, she didn’t want it, and she wouldn’t take responsibility for it. But it was obviously not this poor girl’s problem. Margot took the parcel from her, thanked her politely, and slid open the shoji panels to her room.

“Can I bring you some hot tea, Mrs. Stevens?” called the girl.

“Yes, thank you. That would be very nice.”

Sliding the doors closed, Margot walked over to the table, flinging the package onto it. It was that damn kimono from the antique shop, she was positive. What the hell was she going to do with that crazy old lady? Perhaps she should buy it. A thousand dollars was nothing for a good kimono; some of the vintage ones went for tens of thousands.

She shrugged off her jacket and padded into the bathroom to wash her face and hands, but she left the bathroom door open and glanced back at the package on the table. Finally, intrigued and frustrated in equal measure, Margot went to the table and tore open wrappings. It was the kimono from the shop, of course. As she held it up, two things happened almost simultaneously: the sides parted to reveal a lining that was a rich burnt orange, and something slithered out and landed on the tatami mat. An obi. A discrete knock shifted Margot’s focus.

“Come in.”

To her surprise, it wasn’t one of the staff, but Katsumi, the ryokan’s owner, who slid the panel-door open.

“I brought you some tea,” she said, stepping out of her sandals and padding into the room to lay the tray on the table.

She looked up. “Margot! What a wonderful kimono!”

“Yes, it is. Isn’t it? It seems that I’m condemned to own it whether I want to or not,” joked Margot.

Katsumi drew her brows in confusion, but her gaze shifted back to the kimono and she came closer. “It’s very old, you know. Early Meiji or perhaps even Edo period.” There was a tinge of awe in her voice. “Most kimonos nowadays are so bright, so gaudy. But in those days the designs were subtle and elegant. This is a winter kimono — black cranes against new snow.”

Margot held it up against her body. Katsumi giggled.

“Yeah, I think Westerners look stupid in them too!” said Margot, attempting to read Katsumi’s mind.

“Oh, no! You are mistaken. Every woman is beautiful in a kimono. But this one is a furisode, for an unmarried woman. See the long sleeves? And the pattern that reaches up past the waist?” Katsumi gave Margot a conspiratorial look. “Why don’t you try it on?”

This was so damn girly! Margot was dying to try it on, but felt silly for saying so. “I have no idea how to wear it, how to tie the obi.” She pondered the swathe of brocade coiled on the floor.

Katsumi twittered in a consummately Japanese way. “No one puts them on by themselves, Margot. Not the old-style ones. It’s impossible. Let me show you how to do it.”

“Are you sure you have the time?” Margot was trying to sound sensible but she could hear the excitement pierce the edges of her own voice.

“Of course! It’s Saturday afternoon — everyone is out sightseeing. But there are things we must have. Let me fetch them.” With that, Katsumi scampered out of the room.

Pulling off her jeans and sweatshirt, Margot regretted her habit of not wearing a bra. But considering the boyishness of her figure, there never seemed much point. She grabbed one of the guest robes and put it on to make herself decent.

Returning, Katsumi drew the screens closed behind her, burdened with an armful of unrecognizable things. She laid them out on the table: a pair of fabric covered thongs, a small, odd-looking pillow, and a white cotton garment which she shook out and held up.

“This is worn underneath.” She stood in front of Margot, holding it open for her.

“Umm… okay,” mumbled Margot. She felt a little shy, so she shrugged the robe off, turned around quickly, and slipped her arms into the sleeves, wrapping it around herself tightly.

“Now the kimono.” Katsumi held it open, just as she had the under-robe.

Margot carefully slid her arms into the enormous sleeves; the silk was surprisingly heavy and smelled of camphor and wood resin. As the full weight of it settled on her shoulders, it forced her to stand a little differently. The sense of being grounded was eerie and, as she crossed the lapels over her chest, it felt as if she were covering herself in dry winter snow. She shuddered.

Katsumi stepped around and smoothed the edges of the collar flat with delicate, purposeful fingers. She eased the under-robe from beneath the neckline just slightly, so it peeked out. Finally, she took Margot’s hand and placed it on the side of her waist.

“Hold, please,” she ordered and took a couple of steps back to survey the effect. Katsumi clicked her tongue in displeasure.

“What?” asked Margot defensively, “does it look stupid? It must look ridiculous, with my short hair.”

The smile the woman gave her was wry and a little lopsided. “Not stupid…” she said.”Too…nice, too prim. Don’t move.”

Katsumi stepped behind her and began tugging the neckline away from Margot’s body. The whole outfit shifted. “Japanese women were not always as innocent as they seem now. I think this was not the kimono of an innocent. It needs to droop down at the back.”

Again she confronted Margot and looked at her handiwork. “Mmm… better. Much better. Yes..” she breathed softly. “You see, the quieter the design, the more of an invitation to explore the woman beneath it. This… this is a very quiet kimono. Please look.”

Katsumi guided Margot to one wall and pushed aside what looked like another screen. Instead, it revealed a full length mirror.

“Oh my god!” Margot exclaimed, stunned.

“Mmm… yes.” Katsumi stood behind her, smoothing the shoulders. With one finger, she traced a straight line down from the nape of Margot’s neck to where the collar of the kimono began. Margot shivered involuntarily; the electricity of the touch snaked down her spine and made her buttocks tingle.

“In my culture the back of the neck is considered very erotic. It is an inverted image of the space between the navel and the vagina.”

Quite suddenly, Katsumi reached around Margot’s waist and pulled open the bottom half of the kimono, exposing the flame-red lining inside.

“Cool and serene on the outside…”

“…red hot on the inside,” finished Margot.

She couldn’t pull her eyes from the image in the mirror. Pinned in place and yet floating, she failed to recognize the reflection; it smiled back at her, looked through her towards something in the distance. The woman who stood behind and slightly to one side slipped an arm around her waist.

“Show me,” whispered Margot. The lips of the woman in the mirror moved and she heard her own voice from a great distance, ringing, rippling.

Katsumi glanced down at her own pale green kimono and, taking the edge between her thumb and forefinger, drew back the silk. The lining was the color of blood.

Dizziness crept through Margot like a fever rising; she closed her eyes to shake it off and steady herself but blindness made it worse. She turned her back on the reflection, but somehow it turned with her, took her, and became her. Raising her hands to Katsumi’s face, she let the kimono fall open. Margot pulled Katsumi towards her and kissed her with an immense hunger.

A small, sensible part of what had been Margot could see what was unfolding with great clarity; it protested the violation, the indignity. But it was hard to scream too loud or long when she herself was the aggressor — irony made her weak. The hunger’s voice was much stronger; it called, it demanded, it burned her skin and took what it desired dragging Katsumi down with her, to her knees on the tatami.

As one hand cradled Katsumi’s neck so she could feast on the woman’s mouth, the other pulled Katsumi’s robes apart and plunged into the dark forest between her closed, kneeling thighs. Brilliant shafts of deja vu carved into Margot’s mind as she cupped the moist thicket and pressed her fingers inwards. So hot. So wet. So familiar.

The woman in her arms shuddered, eased her knees apart and tilted her hips forward. Margot ate the mewing sounds that escaped Katsumi’s lips. The circuit was frighteningly addictive. As she grazed the tiny, erect nub of Katsumi’s clit, and dragged her fingers through the flooded gorge to the source of the wetness, there were more urgent moans to devour. But it was not enough for the hunger.

Impatiently, almost brutally, she pushed Katsumi backwards onto the mat. With her feet and calves beneath her, the woman’s cunt was open and offered up to her. She took hold of Katsumi’s open thighs and, spreading them wider, bent down to feed.

Her tongue wasn’t patient; it lunged deep into the dark, sweet cave of flesh. She could feel Katsumi’s clit, pulsing like a beacon against her upper lip, demanding attention. Margot’s mouth traveled upwards to cover it, sucking and nipping at it delicately. Katsumi’s wet, urgent smell spoke to the hunger and the hunger spoke back; Margot pushed two fingers deep into the greedy tunnel and felt Katsumi’s muscles hold them tight.

Drawing lazy, fluid circles around and over the throbbing nub, Margot stirred the woman with her fingers, pressing in, curling, and drawing out. Katsumi arched her back further and keened. Yes. This was what the hunger wanted — this and more of this. And it seemed Katsumi wanted it also, for she threaded feverish fingers through Margot’s hair and tugged. Her hips, almost immobilized by her position, quivered and twitched.

As Margot began to fuck Katsumi in earnest, driving fingers into her again and again, she sucked harder, flicking her tongue roughly against the little soldier in her mouth. Then she smiled. The first wave of spasms took Katsumi, forcing hoarse cries from her throat. The hunger grinned and drove onwards — her feast within sight. Margot stilled her buried fingers and felt her own cunt flood as Katsumi’s orgasm grasped and tugged at her hand and soaked it in come. Margot lapped now — long, wet strokes with the flat of her tongue — drawing the orgasm out and gorging on the serum that came of it.

Katsumi lay panting, whimpering. Aftershocks shook her in series. Before rising, Margot closed her eyes and pressed her face into the dark, twitching heat, painting herself with the woman’s wetness. The hunger marked time, still there, still unsated.

Grasping the lapels of Katsumi’s kimono, Margot pulled her upright and kissed her again.

“Go now. He’s coming.”


Comments

44 responses to “The Winter Kimono”

  1. George Avatar
    George

    Hi, thank you for the story. I’m seeing a lot of Euro currency signs in this copy, so maybe what I’m seeing is just the type-setting, but in the fourth paragraph from the bottom there’s a sentence that reads “Margo stilled her buried fingers and felt her own cunt flood as Katsumia’s orgasm grasped and tugged at her hand and soak it in come.” Do you want “soaked” instead?

  2. I found the story very arousing. It was like you could feel the passii. Build between them.
    Thanks

  3. Kelby Avatar
    Kelby

    This is an awesome wetness inducing story. It flows well and the female on female seems to be natural. Well written.

  4. Anastaria Avatar
    Anastaria

    looking forward to more f/f

    1. Marie Avatar
      Marie

      Yesss me too!

  5. I found this story very arousing. I found myself wanting to hear more! I was imaging a reciprocity!

    1. *grin* Then I have have turned the starter on your imagination and have done my job.

    2. This is the first time I’ve read your stories I’m impressed with your original approach particularly in the build up. It’s so refreshing

  6. Goddamnit RG, why won’t you write lots more of these? I’ve gotten so frustrated with the web that I’m starting my own digital press because I want MORE of this kind of literary F/F. Goddamnit. Beautiful, sexy, hot, moving, unique. No one writes vignettes like you. 🙂

    1. I’m trying hard to get into writing a story called Jude. But I’m also going through menopause, which is making me really, really stupid.

      1. Ravi Teja Mandapaka Avatar
        Ravi Teja Mandapaka

        Beautifully written

      2. Marilynn Avatar
        Marilynn

        Black cohosh.

  7. LostPadawan Avatar
    LostPadawan

    The line “The quieter a woman’s Kimono, the more of an invitation it was to explore the woman underneath”, really spoke to me.

    1. Diana Avatar
      Diana

      Same here!

  8. Emma B Sweet Avatar
    Emma B Sweet

    For me, the most electric moment in the story is when Katsumi reveals the lining. A wordless gesture to reveal her passion and longing without saying it aloud. Wonderfully Japanese.

  9. Made me wet and horny

  10. Hello! I have read four of your stories, why publishing is no longer important to you, and your mini history of erotica. I loved it all. You’re a brilliant writer, and you really enlighten and inspire me. I learned so much about erotic fiction from you, and the timing couldn’t be more perfect.
    My undergrad was creative writing, though my Master’s was literature. Now I’m thinking about getting an MFA, and possibly a doctorate in creative writing. I typically write literary fiction, fantasy, and horror, but I’ve recently decided to expand my horizons and try erotica. Thank goodness I found your work because everything else I found was so terrible.
    “Winter Kimono” and “Gaijin” especially caught my eye because I’ve been in love with Japan since I was 11 years old. (I’m 23 now.) I’m currently working on an erotic short called “Tokyo Swing.” I’ve been to many places in Japan, but no place on earth steals my heart like Tokyo does.
    I’ve got a first draft, and as fun as this is to write, it’s a little stressful because it’s unknown territory for me. I asked a friend of mine to look it over, and when she did, she sent me the link to “What You Want,” and I’ve been mindlessly feeding on your stories ever since.

  11. AngelStar Avatar
    AngelStar

    So sensual, and amazingly well written. The imagery was divine and left me wanting more.

  12. Jennifer Wilson Avatar
    Jennifer Wilson

    Very erotic, very sexy, very lovely. I loved it, well written.

  13. Jennifer Wilson Avatar
    Jennifer Wilson

    Exceptional story, loved every word. Well done.

  14. I am glad that I have found your site

  15. You made me very aroused, dam it

  16. Wow, nice and beautiful story

  17. Well paced and sensual. Lovely writing.

  18. Morning Star Avatar
    Morning Star

    Love the f/f Japanese setting, especially the emphasis on kimono. Very sexy. Thank you!

  19. Thank you for the orgasm, they don’t come easily to me.

  20. I really enjoyed this, would love to see more of the f/f from you. Its one of the best ive ever read. Thanks for sharing your work with us 🙂

  21. WOW. I will absolutely be back for more (more multiple orgasms). Gorgeous writing.

  22. Very beautifully written. Tender,enticing and subtly erotic

  23. Beautifully written, very evocative. Much communicated between the ladies without the use of words.
    First time I’ve seen your work, I’m very impressed.

  24. My clit simultaneously pulses with the beat of your writing. My crotch was like the morning dew after a cold frost, melting in the hot sun of pleasure.

  25. A gorgeous story, very well written and incredibly erotic and arousing. The screen within my mind was so explicit and beyond the reach of any tired, drab website. I am a teenage boy again, with a blood-pulsing desire for release.

  26. I have been searching for good erotica and your stories blow others out of the water. The detailing and the ability to really put your readers into the story is astounding. Please continue to write!

  27. Stacey Avatar
    Stacey

    Great work, thank you!

  28. Lynne Avatar
    Lynne

    Very beautifully written and arousing. Thank you.

  29. This is the second story of yours I’ve read. Well done! Your approach to a person’s body is far more realistic than many fiction writers. Thank you!

  30. Brilliant. Exciting. Sarisfying !

  31. Loved it! More, please!

  32. Right after reading this I read your manifesto and combined, this made my evening. To feel comfortable and enjoy reacting to stories that are sensual with a range of viewpoints is awesome. I loved this story and read a comment earlier – you inspired my imagination but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t love more of the story in your words!

  33. The first one I have read and I am off to read more. Loved the style & the content.

  34. Lawrence Avatar
    Lawrence

    An interesting story with vivid details. Does the character of Margot switch to soon from grumpy to excited? Could that mood change have evolved more gently? Would more dialogue have eased the development of the story from the offer of tea to the sexual engagement?

    1. Lawrence Avatar
      Lawrence

      “too soon” sorry. I hate that typo.

  35. Lilith Avatar
    Lilith

    Beautiful symbolism and passion conveyed . RG thank you for sharing these erotic treasures . Loved the feminine angle

  36. This is very very hot. Makes me want to go and buy a kimono

Leave a Reply to Anastaria Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

five × 3 =

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.