I was 1200 meters above sea level and sitting in an open-air bath full of naked female strangers. O Yamagata, how I love thee.
("If not for the snow-clad pines and spruces that dot the landscape, then only the women and the fresh sake most certainly would suffice the mystical beauty of thee and save the day").
I had been sitting in an open-air bath for two hours straight. I was the only male left in a huge open door bath on a snowy mountain peak. I was joined by two under 30 female patrons, fully ripe and absolutely gorgeous. Now I know how it is, sitting in a bath tub full of strangers who do not want to sit next to me. I love the good love of female company though, especially when they are so warm and convivial. They moved right up to me without ANY TOWEL to cover their body. I was the only shy person in the water! I loved how the full moon cast a light across their breast, and how the water blurred it just a little in order to lend the outline of their bare breast a type of poetic justice to the men who stepped out of the bath..