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Subject: {ASSM} Hot Spring Christmas 1 of 4 {Emi Tsuruta} (F+ exhib nosex)
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Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2005 16:10:04 -0400
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Hot Spring Christmas 1
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life. 
If you'd like to know a bit more about me and my
friends and what we've been doing, please drop by my
home page at:
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I've got a whole bunch of other stuff I want to tell
you from last year, but this time I want to skip ahead
a bit to last Christmas.  I think I might have
mentioned this, but I got to go back to Japan again
for a couple of weeks.  I was feeling a bit homesick,
and I wanted to see my family, and maybe visit some
hot springs while I was there.  Originally, my
boyfriend Ryosuke was supposed to come back with me. 
He made a whole bunch of reservations for places he
was going to take me, but then his boss told him they
needed him over the Christmas rush, so that kind of
wrecked all our plans.  I was kind of down about that
for a while, but then I decided it would be a waste
not to go to all these hot springs, so I started
emailing my friends and family, and asking if they
wanted to come with me in Ryosuke's place.  Michiyo,
my best friend from high school, and Miori, the girl I
met at the matsuri, wrote back that they couldn't
come, but my cousin, Namie was free.  She's the one I
told you about - a couple of years older than me who
just got married.  I asked about her husband, but he
had to work over Christmas, so I emailed her all the
info.  She said it sounded great.  In any case, I
wanted to hear about how things were going with her
hubby, so we had a lot of catching up to do.

One small problem was I was a little worried that my
mom might want to come along.  I mean I like my mom
and everything, but she has this picture of me as her
innocent little girl, so I can't really be myself
around her.  Anyway, as soon as classes finished, I
flew home to Japan the next day.  My dad and sister
Norika were still working, so it was just my mom at
home.  She had all sorts of things she wanted to tell
me.  I eventually managed to sneak away, and give
Namie a call.

It sounded like Namie was really looking forward to
the trip.  I guess I told you, but the last time I saw
her I sort of gave her some advice on how to spice up
her love life with her new hubby, so I wondered if she
was going to tell me about that.  I was looking
forward to seeing her too.

I guess when Namie and I were younger, we were always
more like rivals than friends.  Namie is really
good-looking, and I guess I felt a bit jealous.  At
the wedding, she looked absolutely beautiful - so pure
and innocent - in her wedding dress, but somehow
Ryosuke had talked me into wearing this horribly
revealing dress.  I was so embarrassed.  Still, after
the wedding though, Namie kind of came to me looking
for advice.  I think before she got married, she
mustn't have dated too many guys, so she wanted to
hear more what they were like.  I'm no expert, but
anyway, I tried to help as best I could.

Anyway, the day of our trip, I left early with my dad,
and thankfully, my mom decided to stay home, and write
new years' cards.  Dad took a different bus, and when
I arrived at the station, Namie wasn't there yet.  I
waited a while, but when she came, I almost didn't
recognize her.  She was wearing sunglasses, a ski
jacket and tight fitting jeans.  She looked great -
young, alive, ready to have fun, I thought.  Anyway,
we got on the train bound for the Izu peninsula, and
headed out.

Once we'd settled in, I couldn't hold back my
curiosity anymore.  I asked her about her husband, and
she just giggled, and blushed, and wouldn't tell me
anything.  Apparently though, things were going really
well between them, and she thanked me for my advice. 
I was still dying to know what had happened, but she
just said it was their secret.  Anyway, I was glad to
see her looking so happy.  She had plenty of other
things to tell me about her new life.  We rode along
chatting and laughing.  Every once in a while, we'd
pass a castle or a nice view of the ocean or Mt. Fuji.
 It was fairly clear weather, but Mt. Fuji was still
sort of hidden behind some white fluffy clouds.  It
didn't matter though.  We just sat there munching on
snacks and gabbing away having the greatest time.

When we got to Mishima in Shizuoka prefecture, we got
out, and changed trains, heading south to Shuuzenji,
the last stop on the train line in the middle of the
Izu peninsula.  I'm sure I told you about Shuuzenji
before.  It was one of the places where Ryosuke and I
stopped in on our way back from the hot springs my
last trip there.  Ryosuke was up to his usual games
that trip too.  Somehow he'd fooled me into riding
around in his car in just this short hoodie with
nothing on underneath.  That was pretty embarrassing,
let me tell you.  I knew he must have planned to come
back here, just to remind me.  I hate to think what he
might have planned for this trip.

Anyway, our train eventually arrived at the last stop.
 I guess it was 'cause it was winter and all, but
there were hardly any other people getting off the
train.  It was so quiet.  We left the station, and
outside all the souvenir stores were all boarded up. 
We were hungry though, so we looked around till we
finally found a little soba shop that was open.  The
shop was empty except for the one woman working there.
 She took our order, and then went around behind the
counter to cook it.  Namie chatted some more, and
looked around commenting on the rustic atmosphere of
the shop.

Soon, the woman brought us our soba.  She told us that
we were kind of lucky because when she'd got up, she'd
considered not coming into work at all.  Apparently,
not many people come through Shuuzenji on weekdays in
the winter.  I found that a bit surprising.  Like I
said, it had been a mild winter in Kamakura, but now
we were up in the mountains, so it was a bit colder
than down on the coast.  Namie asked if people worked
here in the summer, and headed home once it got cold,
and the woman said yes.  She asked us why we were
there, and I told her all about living in the States,
and wanting to visit some hot springs while I was
back.  She started telling us about Tokkonoyu, the
most famous spring in Shuuzenji.  It turned out it was
right near the soba shop.  It was one of the sights
that Ryosuke had recommended we visit on his list. 
She told us it'd been discovered by Kobo Daishi (a
famous Japanese priest) a long time ago, and princes
and nobles used to come there to bathe.  She told us
how to get there, and after lunch, we headed out to
find it.

Namie and I were both feeling pretty good now that
we'd had some lunch.  We walked along next to the
river, and soon we saw a gazebo built on a small rocky
island in the middle.  We walked down, and there was a
plaque by the entrance labeled 'Tokkonoyu' explaining
some of its history.  Namie read the plaque, but I
headed straight down the short wooden bridge.  Inside
the gazebo, there was a hot spring bath built out of
these wonderfully smooth stones.  I tested the water
with my hand, and it was really warm, even though the
wintry wind was blowing in through the wooden fence
that ran around the outside.  Namie finally came down
the bridge, and joined me.  She laughed when she saw
the bath.

"How can anyone bathe here?" Namie said, gaping out at
the street.  There were no walls really.  The fence
running around the outside was just these widely
spaced slats of wood.  You could see some kind of
temple grounds across the river, and back the way we
came, there were some houses and shops.  I suddenly
realized what Ryosuke had been planning - that he and
I strip down, and take a bath right in the middle of
town.  Can you believe it?

"Yeah, I wonder," I mused.  "The water's nice and
warm," I said, kneeling down and swirling my hand
through it.  "Do you think anyone would notice if we
just went in for a quick dip?"

Namie widened her eyes obviously shocked at my
suggestion.

"You're not serious, are you?  I mean it's freezing
out... and besides there's nowhere to change."

I wasn't sure what to think.  Surely the locals must
slip in here for a dip now and then.  It was a bath
after all.  I looked at my watch.

"It looks like we've already missed the 1 o'clock bus.
 We'll have to wait quite a while for the next one." 
I looked right at her smiling.  "What do you say?  Do
you want to try?"

It was pretty obvious from her expression that at
first, she thought I was absolutely crazy to even
suggest such a thing.  She looked down at the water. 
I didn't say anything, but I could tell she was
weighing the idea in her mind.  Perhaps, she was
thinking back to that day at her parent's house when
I'd been trying to convince her to be braver about
showing off her body to spice up her new marriage.

"If anyone comes, we can just explain we didn't know
you weren't supposed to.  There's no sign or
anything."

She just looked at me obviously still worried, but I
was starting to get all excited at the idea.  I don't
know why, but for some reason I just wanted to try. 
That's obviously what Ryosuke had intended.  It was
really too bad he wasn't able to come.  Still I wasn't
about to let that spoil my fun.

I took off my scarf and winter coat.  We could hear
the wind blowing, the rustle of the leaves in the
trees and even some cars far off in the distance, but
I swear there didn't seem to be anyone else around. 
Probably all the locals were indoors trying to keep
warm.  I pulled my sweater off over my head.  My mouth
had gone all dry from the excitement.  I licked my
lips, and started undoing my blouse.

"Emi!" Namie shouted, still not convinced.

"C'mon, Namie.  We came to try some hot springs,
didn't we?"

It felt a bit weird trying to convince her.  When we
were younger, I used to kind of look up to her, I
guess because she was a few years older than me, and
she used to act more grown up.  Then I went across to
study in the States, and now when I come back, it's
almost like our roles have reversed.  I'm the one
who's suggesting things, pushing her to be more
adventurous.  Her mom always struck me as open-minded,
at least compared to my mom.  Perhaps, Namie has the
same kind of wild streak in her.  Perhaps, she just
needs a bit of coaxing.

I took off my blouse, and set it down on top of my
coat.  Namie was still looking around outside scanning
for people, but eventually she began taking off her
scarf.  For some reason, this made me nervous.  I
began to wonder if this was such a good idea, but I
was already too excited to just stop now.

The wind felt so cold on the naked skin of my tummy
and shoulders.  I stood back up, and started fiddling
with the button on my jeans, but I was shivering all
over with excitement.  Namie took off her jacket, and
was still looking around anxiously, trying to decide
if it would be safe to take off her sweater.  She
kneeled down instead, and started taking off her
boots, so I did the same.  I still couldn't see anyone
outside, but anyway, it'd be better if we hurried, and
got right into the bath before someone came along.

"I can't believe I'm letting you talk me into this! 
Of all the crazy ideas..." she giggled nervously.  As
I slid down my jeans and tights, I felt the cold air
on my legs, but my whole body was starting to heat up
from the excitement of stripping in such a public
place.  I glanced around outside not so much to check
for people as to enjoy the moment.  We really were
right in the middle of town.  I could still hear the
rustling of the leaves, but not much else.  I found it
so weird that such a built up place could be so quiet.

I pulled down my panties too, and covered my mouth,
unable to believe I'd actually done it.  Who ever
thought I'd be naked in the middle of Shuuzenji?  I
undid my bra, and threw it on the pile of my clothes,
naked at last.  Namie looked over at me in awe at my
bravery, and I flashed her a big grin.  I was so
excited to be free of my clothes I'd almost totally
forgotten about the bath.  I padded over to the
entrance, and peered out at the street we'd come in
on.

"Where are you going?" Namie cried out in a panic, as
she finally got her jeans off.  I swear I was honestly
thinking of walking back up the bridge to the street
to see if anyone was around.  Looking back at Namie
shivering there in her underwear made me realize how
crazy that would have been.  I hurried back, and got
in the bath.  The water was so warm, and just felt so
good on my skin.  I'd really missed the feeling of a
Japanese bath.  I don't know what it is, but it just
feels so wonderful.

Namie finally finished getting undressed.  She really
has such a beautiful body - fairly large perfectly
shaped breasts, a flat tummy and shapely round hips -
I don't know why she always wants to cover it up.  I
stared over at her black pubic hair, wondering if it
was thicker than mine.  It stood out so much against
her porcelain white skin.

"What?" she said, blushing like crazy, her cheeks all
pink.  Was she getting as excited as me from showing
off her body?

"Oh, nothing.  I just thought you have an awful lot of
pubic hair."

She brushed it down flat even more embarrassed.

"It's not that much.  What about you?" she said
sliding her long legs into the bath.  I glanced around
outside, and then stood up to give her a look.  I felt
deliciously naughty, flashing her my pussy in such a
wide open space.  I spread my legs, but I was getting
too excited too fast.  I slid back into the back
fighting back an orgasm.  I don't know why I'm getting
so excited.  I've got to try to calm back down here.

We sat there in the crystal clear water peering around
nervously outside.  Namie kept jumping every time the
leaves made the slightest little rustle.  I was trying
to pretend this al was no big deal, but if anything I
felt even more anxious than she looked.  Finally
satisfied that there was no one around, I lay back,
and ran my hands through my hair, savoring the feeling
of the warm water on my body.  We sat there for a long
while in silence, trying not to worry and just enjoy
the view and the heat of the bath.  Finally, I asked,

"Don't you and Aunt Sachi ever go to hot springs?" I
asked.  Sachi is Namie's mom.

"Not so much.  Not like this, anyway."  She finally
showed me a weak smile.

"It's nice though, isn't it?  I really understand why
those princes came here.  It's heaven really."

Just when I'd almost convinced her to relax, I
suddenly realized that out on the street, there was a
short older local man walking this way.  Namie and I
both sunk down deep into the water, trying to hide,
but I was worried he might be able to see our clothes.
 He came right up to the entrance to the bridge, and
even looked over this way, but he eventually kept
right on walking.  He mustn't have seen us.  Both
Namie and I breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"That was close," she said.  "Here.  We'd better get
back dressed before more people come."

"Just calm down, OK?  We've still got plenty of time."

"What time's the next bus?"

I wasn't sure, so I checked the street, and then got
up out of the bath.  My body was nice and toasty from
soaking in the spring, but the feeling of the cool
winter breeze all over my body reminded me again of
how naked I was.  I looked at my watch, but then we
heard the sound of a bus.  At first I thought it might
be our bus, but then, it pulled around the corner,
coming right this way!  It was obviously a tour bus.

"Oh, shoot!  Quick!  Get dressed!" I yelled.  I
grabbed my panties, and quickly pulled them on.  As
the bus drew nearer, it slowed down, and stopped not
so far from the entrance to the bath.  Oh no!  Now
what should we do?  We had no time to get properly
dressed, so I pulled on my coat, and motioned for
Namie to do the same.  My coat went down to my knees,
so that was alright, but when I looked over at Namie,
I realized her jacket stopped at her waist.  She was
frantically trying to pull her jeans on, as the tour
guide and group filed off the bus.  I blocked their
view as best I could, hastily buttoning up my coat,
and stuffing the rest of my clothes in my backpack.

Once Namie was more or less decent, we walked back up
the bridge as the tour group looked on.  Our hair was
still wet, so they obviously knew we'd been in the
bath.  I clasped my coat tightly together to hide my
cleavage.  I felt horribly exposed.  I could feel the
fur lining against my naked skin.  The tourists, an
older group of men and women, all kind of stared at
us, as we scurried off back towards the soba shop.  As
soon as we were inside, I called out to the woman
who'd cooked for us earlier,

"Can we use your washroom?"

She yelled back,

"Sure."

I let Namie go in first.  The woman came out, and
asked what had happened.  I rubbed my nose, not sure
what to tell her, but soon she guessed.

"You didn't go in the bath, did you?"

I nodded sheepishly.  She broke out laughing.

"You're not supposed to go in there during the day."

"It seemed like there was no one around, so I thought
we could get away with it.  Then a tour bus showed
up."

The woman couldn't stop laughing.  I felt pretty
embarrassed.  I definitely hadn't planned to get
caught like that.  Namie came out, all dressed now.  I
quickly went in, and got back dressed too.  The woman
was still laughing when I came out.  We thanked her
again, and headed off to wait for the bus.  We sat
there on the bench, drying our hair with towels, and
soon the bus came.  Namie didn't say anything for a
long time, just kind of gazing off out the window.

"You've changed a lot since high school, haven't you?"
she finally said.  I laughed.

"I suppose.  I've grown up a bit."  

Her eyes flickered for a second.  This was apparently
not what she meant.  I countered,

"You've changed too since last time I saw you.  You
seem more confident."

She grinned.

"Tell me about this boyfriend of yours," she asked.  I
was a bit surprised she was asking, but I guess I had
mentioned he'd been the one who planned this trip.

"I met him in school in California.  We get along
OK... most of the time anyway."

"What's he like?"

"Mmm.  I don't know.  It's hard to describe.  He's
smart and self-assured.  He was kind of the leader of
our group, always organizing things."

"Like this trip?"

"Yeah."

Namie never quite came out, and said what was on her
mind, but I wondered if she'd somehow guessed the kind
of games that Ryosuke and I get up to.  We chatted
away for the rest of the bus ride, and soon she seemed
herself again.  I wondered if maybe I'd pushed too far
too fast, but she didn't seem too worried.  It was no
big deal really.  It was kind of funny, I thought,
seeing the look on the tourists' faces.

Anyway, I've got a lot more to tell about this trip,
but I guess I'd better save it for next time.

Take care,

Emi Tsuruta
My web site:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

Emi Tsuruta
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