Dear {{user}}, It's me! Your uncle. I know we didn't talk much, and I did always want to hang out more, but your mom never did like having me around so this is the best I can do to make up for lost time. If you're reading this letter, I'm already dead, and you're standing in the onsen that I owned and operated, 'Tousen'. Congratulations, it's yours now! Now, I know you might think this is more of a curse than a blessing, after all, it's normally pretty hard work maintaining a hot spring bath like this one, especially all by yourself. But not to worry, because I think you'll find that this place is surprisingly easy to maintain. I don't know why, but this place always managed to stay pretty clean even when I wasn't around to clean it, and none of the utilities ever broke down either. I've only ever had to do minor repairs here and there, but it was never a big deal. It was actually kinda relaxing work. Maybe this place is protected by some kind of benevolent spirit, I dunno. Either way, there's one other thing you should know about this place: the visitors to this place will let you do anything to them. And I mean, ANYTHING. If you don't believe me, try it yourself. Or don't it's up to you; this place is yours now. If you think you can be a better person than your dear uncle, well, then good on you. The place is yours now, so do whatever you want. Hopefully this will make up for the time we never got to spend together. Sincerely, Uncle Ako. Those were the contents of the letter left on the reception desk of the onsen. Just as was indicated, the place did look surprisingly clean despite being closed for the last month or so, and the cursory tour of the property revealed that everything seemed to be in working order. But could the part about visitors consenting to anything really be true? It seemed a little far-fetched. Suddenly, a ringing sound was heard, and a curious face peered through the door. A visitor appeared. "Hello? Is this place open?"

"Well of course it is! And I see you've already cleaned up a bit. That's... unexpectedly thoughtful of you." The visitor, a beautiful woman with soft curls flowing down to her shoulders and deep brown eyes, steps inside the onsen. "Oh, how lovely," she says, looking around at the decor. Her hands roam over her voluptuous body as if to feel every part of it in this new environment. "So... what kind of services do you provide here?"

Her fingers trail teasingly down the curve of her belly, past the fullness of her breasts, and finally come to rest on the smooth skin between her legs. Her expression turns pensive as she absentmindedly caresses herself there, eyes never leaving you. "Are... are your staff trained in any sort of massage techniques?"

As the beautiful woman steps inside, you can't help but admire her curvy figure and how she moves with such grace and self-assurance. Your mind starts to wander a bit at the sight of her touching herself so openly in front of you, and it takes all your willpower not to let out an audible gulp. When she asks about services, you manage to compose yourself enough to respond.

"Well, we don't have a specific menu or anything like that," you say, trying not to sound too nervous. "But we do cater more towards a relaxing and sensual atmosphere. If there's something in particular you're interested in trying, just let me know." Your eyes dart back down between her legs as she continues to stroke herself there, causing a stirring in your own groin that you try desperately not to notice.

"Well," she says with a sultry smile, "I suppose I could always just ask for something special. It's been a while since anyone's really paid attention to me like this." She looks up at you expectantly, her breath catching ever so slightly as she anticipates your reaction.

You can't help but feel a thrill run through you at the woman's words and the way she looks at you. "Well, in that case," you reply, trying to maintain your cool composure, "perhaps something like this might be what you're looking for?" Without warning, you step forward and gently brush her hands aside, replacing them with your own. Your touch is surprisingly gentle and knowing as you begin to caress her in the same way she was just caressing herself.

She lets out a soft moan at the contact, arching her back and pressing further against your touch. "Ahh... that's it," she whispers, closing her eyes in pleasure. "You must have done this before." Her words are laced with desire as she leans into you, seeking more of your touch.

As you continue to pleasure her, the sound of running water and soft candlelight creating a soothing backdrop, it becomes increasingly difficult for either of you to focus on anything else but the sensations coursing through your bodies. The heat from the onsen seems to intensify around you, drawing out every sweet moan and breathy gasp from her lips as she revels in the pleasure.

Your touches ignite a fire within her, and she begins to writhe against you with growing urgency. Her breath comes faster, shallower as the sensations build to a fever pitch. She arches her back, pressing herself further into your hands, seeking release from this delicious agony. As her body tenses and shudders beneath yours, you can feel the warmth of her pleasure spreading through you like a wildfire.

The intensity subsides slightly as she gasps for air, but the afterglow remains intense. She leans against you, panting heavily as if trying to catch her breath. "That was... unbelievable," she whispers, still unable to believe what just happened. Her eyes meet yours, and there's a newfound sense of understanding between you. You realize that this is the start of something special; an opportunity for two people to connect on a deeper level through the innocent act of sensual pleasure.

You smile reassuringly at her, unsure what else to say or do in this moment. She smiles back, mirroring your uncertain expression perfectly, and places a soft hand on your cheek. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper. "That was... perfect."

The woman's eyes widen at the prospect of continuing, her gaze fixed intently on yours as she contemplates your offer. "Well..." she begins, her voice barely above a whisper now, "I suppose that depends... on you." Her hand trails down from your cheek, lightly tracing circles around your chest before finding its way back up to rest on your shoulder.

There's an undeniable desire in her eyes as she waits for your answer, a need to explore this connection further. The warmth of the onsen envelops you both, lulling you into a sense of ease and trust that makes it easy to forget about anything else except for the moment at hand.

It's up to you what comes next; how far you want to take her in this journey of sensual discovery. The choice is yours, and the woman is eagerly awaiting your decision, a mixture of anticipation and excitement dancing in her eyes.

The woman gasps as you turn her around and press their bodies together, the feel of your hard length pushing against her sends a jolt of pleasure through her. As she feels you slide inside, it's as if all of her senses are on overdrive; every touch, every brush of skin is magnified tenfold. She arches her back and moans softly, her eyes closed in blissful submission to the moment.

With each thrust, your hips push against her rear end, making it impossible for either of you to ignore the other's growing desire. The heat between them increases, becoming almost unbearable as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. Her breasts press against your chest with each breath she takes, and she runs her hands up and down your back, digging her nails into your skin ever so slightly to express her need for more.

The air around them is thick with the sounds of moaning and grinding flesh, echoing off the smooth walls of the onsen. It's clear that they are in a world entirely their own, cut off from everything else except for this moment of pure sensuality. The tension builds within her until she feels like she might explode with pleasure, her whole body trembling as if on the brink of release. And then, finally, she lets out a shuddering moan and surrenders to the wave of ecstasy washing over her, limp and satisfied in your arms.

The woman's body trembles and shakes as she comes apart in your arms, her grip on you tightening almost painfully as she holds onto this moment for dear life. With a final moan, she goes limp against you, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. Even though the initial wave of pleasure has passed, it's clear that there is still an undeniable chemistry between you; her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal as their bodies stay locked together, sweat glistening on your skin.

For a long moment, you stand there in silence, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. The world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the intoxicating sensations coursing through your veins. Finally, she manages to gather enough strength to look up at you with tear-filled eyes. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That was... incredible."

You glance down at her, unsure how to respond. Your heart feels full and warm in a way it never has before; an unfamiliar sensation that leaves you slightly dizzy. There's a part of you that wants to keep exploring this connection with her, to see where it might lead... but another part is content simply to stand here and soak up the afterglow of their shared intimacy. The choice is yours: will you ask for more or let them linger in this moment just a little while longer?

With a delicate smile curling on her lips, the woman obediently walks over to you and climbs onto your lap, straddling your hips. Her eyes meet yours as she positions herself in line with your erection, and with a swift motion, she lowers herself down onto it. The sensation of being filled by her sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you, making your eyes roll back in their sockets.

Her breasts press against your chest as she begins to ride you, her hips moving sinuously in a rhythm that mirrors yours perfectly. Her moans fill the air, mingling with those of the hot spring itself, and the sound is intoxicating; it feels like they are the only two people in the world at this moment. The heat between them intensifies once more as their bodies move together in an exquisite dance of pleasure.

Her hands clasp behind your neck, holding herself up with every thrust, and she leans forward to brush her lips against yours. You can taste her desire on your tongue, feel it course through you like wildfire. With each passing moment, their connection grows deeper; an unspoken understanding flowing between them effortlessly. It's as if they were always meant to be together in this way, sharing this intense, unfiltered expression of desire and need.

As she nears the edge once more, her movements become erratic and urgent. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tense with anticipation. With a shuddering moan, she finally releases, crying out as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over her. The sensations are almost too much to bear; they consume every sense you have until there's

Her moans fill the air as she collapses onto your chest, limp and satiated. The warmth of her body against yours sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, making it difficult to believe that anything else in this world exists at this moment except for the two of you and the incredible connection you've shared.

You cup her face in your hands, gazing down into her eyes as she catches her breath. They seem to glow with a newfound understanding; an intimacy that transcends mere physical pleasure. There's a part of you that wants to hold onto this feeling forever, to never let go and bask in the afterglow of their shared experience. But even as those thoughts cross your mind, you know that eventually she'll have to leave; her visit here was only temporary.

As if sensing your unspoken thoughts, she leans forward and presses a tender kiss to your lips, breathing out softly against them. "Thank you," she whispers again, her voice raw with emotion. "That was... perfect."

For now, you can cherish this moment with her; relishing in the memory of how perfectly they fit together and how incredibly real their connection felt. But eventually, reality will intrude once more, and she'll be gone - back to her life and her own desires. Until then, you'll have this; this bittersweet reminder of what might have been if only things were different.