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Subject: {ASSM} Hot Spring Christmas Part 2 of 4 {Emi Tsuruta} (F+ exhib nosex)
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Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2005 16:10:02 -0400
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Hot Spring Christmas part 2
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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As I was telling you last time, I went back home to
Japan last Christmas.  My boyfriend Ryosuke had made
reservations for us at some hot spring inns west of
Tokyo, but then at the last minute had to pull out so
I went with my cousin Namie instead.  We'd stopped by
at Shuuzenji, a resort town that is sort of the
gateway to the Izu peninsula.  We had a brief dip in
Tokkonoyu, an outdoor hot spring there, and then
caught a bus south to Yugashima.  Ryosuke's notes said
we were to stay at an inn called Yumotokan.  It was a
big traditional inn made of wood, very old and
impressive-looking.  We checked in, and as the maid
led us up to our room, she stopped in front of one
room in particular.

"This is the room where Yasunari Kawabata wrote 'The
Izu dancer.'"

"Wow!" Namie and I exclaimed.  I don't know if you've
heard of Kawabata, but he won the Nobel Prize for
literature in 1968.  'The Izu dancer' is a short story
of his about a young student who is traveling, and
falls in love with a girl in a traveling band.  He
hopes to ask her out, but when he sees her frolicking
naked in the outdoor bath, he realizes she is just a
child, and that it is not to be.  I read the story in
high school I guess, but I hadn't realized it was
based on a place nearby.  I've been to other hot
springs where famous writers stayed.  I guess hot
springs are a popular place to write.

We stood at the door for a moment looking in at his
room.  It was Japanese style with straw tatami mats
for a floor and an alcove (tokonoma) with ikebana and
a poem on the wall.  Out the big window, you could see
the garden.  It was all snowy and grey, but tranquil
and beautiful in its way.  I could hardly get over the
fact that Ryosuke had booked such a famous inn for us.
 I guess he can be pretty sweet sometimes.

Next, the maid took us round back past the entrance to
the baths.

"The big outdoor bath is down this way at the bottom
of the stairs."

"Can we take a quick peek?" I asked curious.  She
motioned for us to go ahead.  We stepped back outside,
and went down a wooden stairway through the trees till
we could see the bath hut by the river at the bottom. 
It really was such a beautiful scenic setting.  There
didn't seem to be any people around.

"It's so quiet," I whispered.

"You are our first guests today.  We're expecting a
few more, but they haven't checked in yet."

I looked over at Namie, smiling, but she just kind of
looked back at me, not quite sure what I was so happy
about.  The maid took us back up to our room, asked
what time we wanted dinner, and then went off to get
ready.  I set down my bag, and bubbled,

"Here.  Let's go back down, and check out the bath."

Namie laughed.

"Is that all you ever think of?"

I just grinned.  As I stripped out of my clothes, I
realized it was fairly cool in the hotel, but I knew
that soon we'd be hopping into the warm bath.  I
hummed away happily as I stripped completely naked,
and rummaged through my luggage for something to wear.
 Namie opened the closet.

"There are some yukatas here," she noted.

"Let's save that for when we get back.  If I wear it
down to the bath, it'll get all wet," I told her. 
"For now, I think I'll just wear one of my
sweatshirts.  Do you want one?"

"Yeah, no thanks.  As long as we're here, I think I'd
like to try the yukatas," she said.  I shrugged.

"Suit yourself."  I pulled on my sweatshirt over my
naked skin, and checked the length.  It didn't quite
hang far enough down to cover my pussy.  I giggled
standing up to show Namie.

"You're not going out like that, are you?" she asked
in horror.

"I don't know.  It might be fun," I teased.  I tiptoed
over to the door, and opened it a crack.  There were a
couple of maids just down the hall getting things
ready for supper.  I quickly shut the door before they
saw me.  Namie gave me a scolding look, but I was
having way too much fun to worry.  I wandered over
toward the window, peering out to see if anyone was
out there.

"Honestly, I wonder about you sometimes.  Like that
last time at our house.  Don't you get embarrassed
running around naked all the time?"

"Sure, but that's half the fun."

She kept staring down at my naked pussy.

"What?" I asked.

"Anyway, put something on... for me," she begged.  I
was kind of enjoying teasing her, but I eventually
gave in, and wrapped a towel around my waist.  The
towel wasn't that large, but it did at least cover my
naughty bits.

"There.  Is that better?"

"I guess," she answered still not happy.  She was all
dressed up in yukata by then, and had pulled on a
hakama (coat) over top.  I felt a bit cold, but
anyway, I grabbed my night pouch, slid my feet into
the slippers, and opened the door.

"Let's go."

She shook her head, but soon followed me out into the
hall.  We walked past the maids and down the stairs to
the back of the inn.  The halls were so quiet.  I was
getting butterflies in my tummy from the feeling of
the air on my pussy.  I smiled over at Namie, but she
just rolled her eyes.  Outside it was freezing, so I
quickly ran down the back steps.  About half way down
my towel came undone, and fell to the ground.

"Kya!" I yelped in embarrassment honestly not
expecting it to come undone.  Namie rushed down all in
a panic.

"Quick.  Put it back on before someone sees you."

I glanced around for my towel.  It had fallen over on
the snow by the side of the stairs.  My pussy felt so
cold from the icy wind, but my face was flushing hot
from embarrassment.  I hopped down the steps, and bent
over to pick up my towel.  Namie was having a complete
bird, as I shook out the towel to get rid of the snow.
 I glanced up the stairs hoping no one was watching. 
It looked safe enough, but anyway, I finally tied my
towel back on.

"Be careful!" she shouted.

"Sorry," I blushed.  "I swear I didn't do it on
purpose."  She just made a funny face, and then we
hurried on down to the bath.

At the bottom, we found a small open hut with baskets
in it for changing, and beyond that, the stone covered
bath.  The bath was bigger than Tokkonoyu, and there
was this really stunning view up and down the valley. 
We both looked around making sure we didn't have any
secret admirers.  Back towards the right, there was
the suspension bridge we'd come over on, and further
along the narrow valley, we could see some other
riverside baths belonging to other inns.  I looked
back up at the inn, but there were trees that more or
less blocked the view.  I peered out down the valley,
but I couldn't see any sign of people.  The bath
itself was quite out in the open.  I dipped my hand in
the water.  It was nice and hot.  In fact, the air was
warm too.  Now that the sun had been out for a while,
it had warmed things up.

Namie looked at me obviously a bit nervous about going
in while it was still light out.  I went into the hut,
kicked off my slippers, undid my towel, and took off
my sweatshirt.  I was cold, so I wanted to hurry, and
get into the bath.  Namie was still standing there at
the door looking this way and that.

"Relax.  There's no one here," I said.  This time, I
didn't really feel that nervous at all.  I'd been to
outdoor hot springs like this so many times before. 
Namie looked really anxious though, biting her lip. 
She was probably still remembering our close call
earlier (The one I told you about last time).

"I guess it'll be alright," she murmured, stripping
off her hakama, yukata and undies.  I tiptoed over to
the bath.

"Last one in is a rotten egg."

"What?"

"Oh, it's just an American saying," I explained.  The
warm water felt so good even nicer than Tokkonoyu. 
Namie came out covering her front with her towel.

"I think they said you're not supposed to bring towels
into the water," I told her.  Actually, Ryosuke had
told me that, so I wasn't sure if it was true, but I
thought it might be - something about stuff in the
towels making it harder to clean the bath afterwards. 
Namie didn't look too happy, but she took off her
towel, rolled it into a rope, and used it to tie her
hair back.  I smiled.  She looked kind of cute that
way, especially the way she was blushing.  She felt
self-conscious though and splashed some water at me to
get me to stop staring.

I looked around some more.  It was a wonderfully
scenic valley - quite beautiful really - peaceful and
still, with the trees all covered in snow.  The other
little inns down the way looked like something out of
a postcard.  Suddenly, I remembered.

"Oh, shoot.  I forgot my camera."  I swear every time
I want to take a picture I don't have it with me. 
"I'll just run up, and get it.  Wait here."  I waded
out of the water, grabbed my towel, and quickly dried
myself off.  Namie looked up at me nervously, but she
finally nodded, and sank back into the bath.  I slid
my feet into my slippers, pulled my sweatshirt back
on, and wrapped my towel around my waist.  Even
though, I'd only been in the bath a few minutes, I
felt all nice and toasty warm now.

I ran back upstairs, but when I got up to the hall our
room was on, I heard voices.  I peeked out into the
hall.  There was this well-dressed man and a woman in
the hall.  They must be the guests the maid had
mentioned.  I looked down nervously at my skimpy
outfit.  I hope the knot on my towel doesn't come
undone again.  At first, I was hoping to just wait
until they went into their room, but from the bottom
of the stairs behind me, I could hear the inn maids'
voices coming up this way.  I re-tied my towel,
pulling it as tight as I could, and then cautiously
stepped out into the hall.  The two of them looked
over at me, and I bowed a greeting, my heart beating
away pitter-pat.

"Oh hello," the man said.  I felt too self-conscious
to answer, so I just scurried past to our room.  I
went in, and closed the door, my heart pounding.  I
quickly hurried over to my bag, and dug out my camera,
but now what should I do?  If the two of them go down
to the baths, I can't very well take pictures.  Should
I get back dressed?  I guess the first thing I should
do is go down, and warn Namie.  I slipped back out
into the hall, bringing the camera with me.  When I
passed the older couple's room, it seemed pretty
quiet.  Maybe if we're lucky, they'll just stay here
till supper.

When I first got outside, I couldn't see Namie for all
the trees in the way.  When I finally came out from
behind the shed, she stood up, obviously relieved to
see me.  The pink skin of her naked body shone in the
bright sunlight, standing out in sharp contrast to the
white of the surrounding snowscape.  I was surprised
she'd become so brave, but I took it as a good sign.

"That was fast," she beamed.

"Here we'd better hurry up, and take some pictures." 
I pulled off my towel and sweatshirt, waded in, and
handed her the camera.  She set her towel down on the
edge of the pool, and took the camera from me.

"Why?  What's wrong?" she asked.

"Oh."  I didn't really want to tell her about the
couple because then she'd probably want to leave. 
"Nothing, just it's getting late; that's all.  I want
to get some pictures before the sun goes down."  We
both slid back into the bath.  Once I was all warm
again, I looked around, and then stood back up,
motioning for Namie to take my picture.  She stood up
as well, but her eyes narrowed, and she sank back into
the bath.

"What?" I asked.  She pointed behind me.  I turned to
look, and there was definitely someone standing on the
bridge not so far from us.  I sunk back into the water
too, watching them.  Whoever it was was wearing a
light blue jacket and a big white scarf.

"It looks like a woman," I whispered hopefully. 
"Maybe she's just curious about the bath."  Whoever it
was, they just stood there not moving or coming any
closer.  I finally stood back up, and motioned for
Namie to take my picture.  She looked scandalized that
I was willing to stand there naked with someone
looking on, but I told her,

"Don't worry about them.  Anyway, we're not doing
anything wrong."

She didn't look so sure, but I finally convinced her
to stand back up, and take my picture.  I pulled my
hair back, and arched my back, trying to look like a
model.  I wanted to show these pictures to Ryosuke
when we got back.  Namie took a few shots, but then
got scared, and slid back down into the water.  The
person on the bridge kept right on staring at us. 
Maybe it was a man after all, and the two of us had
just flashed him our bodies.  I have to admit the
thought excited me a bit.  I waded over, and took the
camera from Namie.

"Here let me take your picture now."

"Are you crazy?  He's looking right at us."

"Don't worry.  He hasn't come any closer.  He's just
curious; that's all."

She gave me such a look, but somehow, I finally
managed to convince her to stand up, and face me.  She
looked so embarrassed.  I couldn't stop smiling. 
There was just something about the situation...  I
even managed to get a few shots of her with our
admirer standing there gawking at us from behind her.

Unfortunately, just then, the couple I'd seen earlier
came out from behind the shed.  I turned my back to
them but remained standing electrified.  Suddenly, we
were surrounded on all sides.  They both looked pretty
shocked to see me standing there naked.  Without even
covering up, I bit my lip, and peered over at them
nervously.

"Oh, sorry.  We didn't mean to disturb you," the man
apologized, staring at me in amazement.  Namie slid
back down into the water, her cheeks blushing bright
red now.  I glanced around for my towel.  It was still
back up in the changing hut.  Namie's was lying on the
stone edge of the bath right near me, so I leaned
over, picked it up, and threw it to her.

"Oh my!" the women exclaimed, as they both stared down
at my bare behind.  I straightened back up, and
covered it with my hand, but I was getting so excited
by then.  I don't know what had gotten into me.  I
stepped up out of the bath, and walked over to the
changing hut, right next to where they were standing. 
My whole body was tingling with excitement.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  We didn't mean to chase you off," the
man said.

"No, that's all right.  We were just leaving."

I toweled off as quickly as I could with the couple
still standing there looking over at me.  Namie got up
out of the bath, and covered her front with her towel.
 She turned her back to them looking at me gravely,
but I was pretty sure she was every bit as excited as
I was.  They were standing right next to us, and here
we both were, naked as the day we were born.  I
glanced over Namie's shoulder, and the man was staring
down lustfully at Namie's bare behind.  I pulled on my
sweatshirt, but my towel was all wet by then.  I
wrapped it around my waist, but it was practically
see-through and clung tightly to my bare bottom.  I
walked around to shield Namie while she finished
dressing, but the tension was almost more than I could
take.  I was spiraling up towards an orgasm again.

In the end, I did manage to hold it in.  Once Namie
was ready, we hurried past them, up the hill.  When I
glanced back, the man was still watching, and the
women was burbling away excitedly.  Were they married
or lovers?  Whatever it was, they seemed to get a big
kick out of finding us there.  Once we were safe
inside, I broke out laughing.  Namie looked at me
strange for a second, and then started laughing too.

"You're crazy.  Do you know that?" she joked.  She
looked happy though, relieved maybe that we'd gotten
away with it.  I guess she thought something bad would
happen, but nothing did.  We saw the couple later that
evening.  They seemed even more self-conscious about
it than we did.  I just smiled, and bowed as we passed
them in the hallway.

I've got a lot more to tell, but I guess I'll stop
here for now.  Talk to you soon.

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


	
		
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