Private Beach? Private Bitch!
"All ready?"
Yukiko, wearing a flowing white one-piece dress, asked me as she loaded the third suitcase into my car. I'd only packed clothes, a foldable mini electric bike, and a survival kit just in case. What on earth was all this luggage? She must have been incredibly excited about taking a trip with a man after so long. She'd grown distant from her husband, Taira Saburo, in his later years, so a real getaway like this—just the two of them—had to feel like a distant memory.
On top of that, we'd barely seen each other lately because of how busy things had been. I made a mental note to treat her right during this vacation.
"Yeah, I just brought some clothes. Do you have more luggage, Yukiko? I'll go grab it."
She was already sweating from dealing with three massive suitcases, so when I offered, she looked relieved and told me there was one more waiting by the stairs on the second floor. Four nights and five days—how much stuff did she think we'd need?
I headed upstairs, hauled down the final suitcase, and immediately felt how tightly packed it was. Even for an average person, it was pretty heavy. The trunk was completely full, so I stowed the last one in the back seat, let Yukiko settle into the passenger side, and slid behind the wheel. I'd washed the car that morning; it gleamed.
Our destination was Katsuura, in the southeast of Chiba Prefecture. It was the least populated city in the entire prefecture. Land prices were cheap, so Taira Danjo had bought up the coastline and part of the nearby islands, turning the area into a private resort for the Taira Royal Family.
Most of the Taira royals preferred overseas trips, though, so the villas here sat empty for most of the year.
We'd be staying in one that Taira Saburo had purchased separately during his lifetime. It was built after he married Yukiko. From the photos I'd seen beforehand, it had a sleek, modern design.
We cruised with the perfect summer playlist on, savoring the morning sunlight as we drove. The actual distance was only about an hour and forty minutes, but we took our time—stopping at scenic spots for pictures, grabbing takeout drinks from famous cafés. The leisurely pace meant the journey would stretch to around two and a half hours.
"Did you finish everything at work?"
"Yeah, all wrapped up. A few things overlapped and it got hectic, but I cleared it all. Now I can just relax and play with you, Ryuta."
That was a relief. Nothing worse than working through a vacation. Even if I wanted to lounge around by myself, I'd feel self-conscious about it. Not that I didn't have my own separate plans, of course.
We chatted comfortably, snapping photos along the way and enjoying the drive. The ocean gradually came into view, and the salty breeze pouring through the open windows told us we'd reached the coastal villa in Katsuura.
"That's the one."
We turned onto the Katsuura coastal road and I parked where Yukiko pointed. At first glance it looked like a Hollywood A-lister's mansion—a sprawling two-story house with its own pool.
When we stepped out of the car, several people were waiting in the parking area. Just as Yukiko had explained on the way, these were the caretakers for the Taira family's villas along the Katsuura shoreline.
They cleaned each property every few days. When Taira family members came for vacation, the caretakers handled meals, dishes, laundry, and shared useful information about the local area.
"Welcome. It's been quite some time since we've had direct-line Taira family members visit."
"Yes, please take good care of us during our stay."
"We'll be in your hands."
The caretakers consisted of one elderly man, a middle-aged woman, and a sturdy male worker. The old man was clearly the head caretaker, the woman handled cooking, and the strong guy took care of repairs and any heavy labor.
"It's been a while, Fukami."
"Hehe, it certainly has, Director. You look well—that's wonderful to see. And this gentleman is...?"
"My son."
"Ah, your son. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too."
The elderly man called Fukami seemed to know Yukiko well. She exchanged glances with the auntie and the male worker too, so they were all familiar faces. They didn't seem surprised when I was introduced as her son; they must have already known about me.
"We'll only be in the house during mealtimes, cleaning, and laundry. Please don't feel obligated to mind us. If anything breaks, just contact us and we'll come fix it right away."
Old man Fukami explained their schedule. They'd be present for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. For laundry, if we left it out at night, they'd check the basket with every meal, wash and dry everything, then return it the next morning.
"If you're planning to eat out or cook for yourselves, just let us know in advance and we won't come for the next meal."
"Got it. I'll give you a heads-up. Oh! We're thinking of doing barbecue for dinner tonight, so could you just prepare the meat?"
"The meat and ingredients will be in the fridge by lunchtime. We'll bring your luggage in now."
The caretakers opened the trunk and efficiently moved all five suitcases. They were clearly well-trained—the old man carried two, the worker carried two, and the woman took one. They set them all down in one spot.
Since Yukiko knew the villa well, they didn't bother with a tour. Old man Fukami glanced at his wristwatch, offered a small smile, and spoke.
"We'll be preparing lunch soon. Would you like to take a walk in the meantime?"
At Fukami's suggestion, we decided to stroll along the Katsuura beach. True to its reputation as a Taira-owned private beach, the shoreline was completely empty except for us. It was the middle of summer, yet the solitude felt brand new. I'd only ever been to crowded beaches before. Seeing the water made me think of swimsuits, so I turned to Yukiko.
"Did you bring swimsuits, Yukiko?"
"Mhm. I packed a few."
"I only brought one... I really want to see you in yours."
With her explosive figure, Yukiko would look incredible in a swimsuit. The fact that she'd brought several had me genuinely excited. We walked along the quiet beach. I kept glancing toward an isolated building at the far end of the shore. It looked incredibly sturdy, like it was made from solid concrete.
"Yukiko, do you know what that building is?"
"Not really. I think I heard it's some kind of management facility?"
She didn't seem to know much about it. Sometimes ignorance really was bliss.
"Shall we head back?"
I checked the time on my phone. It was exactly noon—perfect timing for lunch. We returned to the villa. Following Fukami's guidance to the dining room, we found a seafood-heavy lunch already laid out.
"Since you mentioned barbecue for dinner, I focused on seafood for lunch."
"Thank you, Fukami. We'll enjoy it."
"Please eat well. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
As the old man bowed and turned to leave, Yukiko called out to him.
"We'll just have bread and cereal for breakfast tomorrow, so you can rest in the morning and come at lunchtime instead."
"Ah, I see. Understood."
Fukami smiled, bowed again, and left the dining room. That meant from now until tomorrow's lunch, the entire house would be just the two of us. Naughty Yukiko. She'd deliberately chosen cereal for breakfast to keep the caretakers away and have uninterrupted time alone with me.
"This place is really nice."
I sliced into the Mediterranean-style grilled octopus with my knife, popped a piece into my mouth, and looked around the dining room. The exterior was impressive, but the interior was just as tasteful. The octopus itself was superb—grilled in olive oil, fragrant and wonderfully tender.
"A fairly famous architect designed it. He handled the interior as well."
So it was a villa by a renowned architect.
Next I twirled up some vongole pasta rich with clam flavor and ate it. Yukiko was enjoying her meal too. I savored the food with my mouth and tongue while my eyes devoured the sight of her. She blushed, met my gaze, and continued eating in silence.
"...."
"...."
Before long the only sound in the dining room was the soft clink of utensils. We were about to burn through a lot of energy, so we cleared every dish on the table. Yukiko must have told them my portion size in advance—the amount of food was generous.
The chairs scraped back as we finished at the same time and stood up together. Yukiko swayed her hips in a clear invitation for me to follow and slowly left the dining room. As if hypnotized, I trailed after her. By then my cock was rock hard.
Yukiko climbed the stairs. I followed, eyes lifted, catching teasing glimpses of her panties with every step. The almost-there flashes were driving me crazy.
Once upstairs, Yukiko entered a spacious room dominated by an enormous bed and threw herself onto it. Then she looked up at me with moist, glistening eyes.
"Yukiko..."
"Ryuta..."
I whispered her name as I approached. She waited for me, cheeks flushed. When I drew close enough, she reached out with both hands, grabbed the back of my head, and slowly pulled me down.
My eyes closed. The soft touch of her lips met mine. Our first kiss in what felt like forever tasted like the sea.
------- Midway photos of Yukiko
