What I love: mochi skin, good leg development, fairly tall, loves nihonshu, and nature and most of all Japan. Or, that wonderful mix of freshly shampooed hair and onsen water...and mist from a mighty flowing river. Water beads streaming down the tautness of her smooth skin. Just carefree and without shame, mother naked. It's the real Japan.
It's the wonderful mix of her laughter and her hoity-toity way that evoke eternity. A timeless silliness, like there's no care in the world. I can catch the aroma of the lunch box on the rock in the foreground. Beer and sake work very well with Japanese cuisine, but green tea works even better. Cold green tea and Japanese bento. Sitting in a hot spring helps you work up an appetite all the time.
There used to be a time when women had no shame. And that being mother naked was more normal than it is today. Now, women just cover everything up. Shame was first introduced by the fall of Adam and Steve, and ever since then the Church has spread the same shame through morality teachings.
Under Tokugawa's reign mixed bathing was temporarily shunned because of lack of morality in the public bathing houses. However, immorality in this sense had existed long before the idea of morality had even been introduced to Asia. Nero, the last Roman Emperor enjoyed mixed bathing in the nude, and had even encouraged orgies. Basically, it was state sanctioned immorality that truly gave him his claim to fame. He defied every protocol, along with all the prudes and religious zealots who taught hatred of the body and the flesh. Hatred of the body is wrong. Mixed bathing is healing.