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Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2007 21:10:01 -0400
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Futoshi's Car
By Emi Tsuruta

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Right at the end of the summer last year, my boyfriend
Ryosuke got a call from his friend Futoshi saying he
was going back to Japan for a little while.  His older
sister was having a baby, and his parents wanted him
to be there.  Ryosuke asked Futoshi if we could borrow
his car while he was gone, but at first he wasn't so
keen.  Apparently, our other friend Kenta wanted to
borrow it too, and Kenta did live right there in L.A.
while we were all the way down here in Oceanview. 
Anyway, the day before Futoshi was supposed to leave,
Ryosuke and I grabbed a train down to Los Angeles to
try to convince him to lend it to us.

Even though it's not that far from Oceanview, I've
only been to Los Angeles a few times in all the years
I've been living here.  It's a big city, and it always
takes a while to figure out how to get anywhere, but
there is a certain excitement to being there.  I lived
in New York for a while when I was little, but Los
Angeles has a completely different atmosphere, slower
maybe, more Latin or something.  Anyway, we eventually
found Futoshi's apartment.  Even though we told him we
were coming, he acted surprised when he answered the
door.

"I told you guys I don't know about the car."

"Relax.  We're just here to see you off."

Futoshi stared out us for a moment, and laughed

"You never give up, do you?" he chortled.

"No, no, that's not it at all," Ryosuke protested, but
Futoshi was too smart to be fooled.  Anyway, he ended
up inviting us in, and we sat down on the high stools
at his bar, while he fixed us some drinks.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Um, do you have any Uron Tea?" I asked.

He bent down to look in the little fridge behind the
counter.

"You're in luck.  I do."

Sitting up on the high stool, I could feel my jeans
tight around my waist pinching my tummy a bit. 
Ryosuke had kind of been pushing me to dress up a bit
sexy in the hopes that this would help convince
Futoshi to lend us his car.  Ryosuke wanted me to wear
a skirt, but I ended up coming in perhaps the tightest
pair of jeans I own.  This turned out to be a mistake
because every time I bent over I could feel the
waistband digging into my tummy.  While Futoshi was
turned away, I undid the top button, and loosened the
zipper a bit.  This felt much better, but I couldn't
really sit here like this with my panties peeking out.

"Could I use your bathroom?" I asked.

"Yeah sure.  It's just in there."

I grabbed my bag, and scurried over to the bathroom. 
Looking in the mirror, I realized I felt a bit sticky
from the train ride here.

"Do you mind if I have a shower?" I called out.

"No, not at all.  Be my guest."

I pulled down my jeans, and stepped out of them,
relieved to be out of them.  Soon though I realized
I'd forgotten to bring a big bath towel with me.  I
opened the door a crack, and peeked out looking for
Futoshi.

"And could I borrow a towel maybe?  Sorry to bother
you."

"That's alright.  I don't mind really."  He smiled as
he came over this way on the way to get the towel.  I
shielded my hips with the door, but he probably caught
a brief glimpse of my panties as he passed.  Ryosuke
came over, and gently pushed the door open.

"Don't you look sexy," he whispered to me gleefully. 
Futoshi came back with the towel, but then he came
into the bathroom too.

"Here just let me show you how to get it the right
temperature," he said stepping into the tub.  I held
the towel in front of me to hide my panties, but
Ryosuke came up behind me, and put his hands on my
waist.  Before I knew what was happening, he had
started to pull down my panties.  Futoshi looked back
this way, and then over toward the sink.  When I
followed his gaze, I suddenly realized he was staring
at the reflection of my bare bottom in the mirror.

"Out!  Out!  Both of you!  Moh!"  I grabbed Futoshi by
the arm, pushed the two of them out, and shut the door
behind them.  Quite the nerve they had stripping and
spying on me like that.  Only when I was quite sure
they had gone back to the living room did I strip
naked, and get in the shower.  I know Ryosuke means
well enough, but whenever he gets excited, he always
starts pushing things.  I guess Futoshi was used to
it, but still!  Before I'd finished showering, I heard
the bathroom door open, and someone came in.  I pulled
back the shower curtain, and peeked out.  It was
Ryosuke gathering up my clothes.

"Futoshi has a washing machine, so I just thought I'd
put these in."

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"The towel is right there."

I called after him, but it was too late.  He was gone.
 Soon, I shut off the shower, and toweled off.  I
wrapped the towel around me, and examined myself in
the mirror.  The towel wasn't terribly big, but at
least the most important parts were covered.  I still
felt nervous though.  I wanted my clothes back, but
there was nothing I could do now.  I took a deep
breath, and then opened the door, hesitantly stepping
out into the room.  Futoshi was still fiddling around
behind the bar.  Ryosuke grinned when he saw me.  I
double-checked the knot I'd tied next to my breast to
make sure it was still secure, and then scooted over
to the bar, nervously climbing up onto one of the
stools.  The sunlight streaming in through Futoshi's
floor-to-ceiling windows was so bright I had to squint
to see.

"Your Uron tea is there on the counter," Futoshi
pointed out.  He didn't seem overly bothered that I
was sitting here in his living room, my hair still
wet, in just a towel.  Ryosuke walked over to the
window.

"Beautiful view out over the city.  Have you seen
this, Emi?"

I picked up my drink, and walked over next to Ryosuke,
staring out at the city.  There were a bunch of condos
and tall office buildings just across the way.  L.A.
was huge compared to Oceanview or Kamakura back home. 
Ryosuke slid open the balcony door, and went out.

"Something else, huh?" he grinned back at me.  I
smiled, and stepped up into the doorway.  He held out
his hand, and I took it stepping out onto the balcony.
 I glanced back nervously at Futoshi who'd come out to
the door just behind us.  He looked away avoiding my
gaze.  At first, I wasn't sure why, but when I looked
back at Ryosuke, he was eyeing Futoshi suspiciously. 
A gust of wind blew up from below, and I suddenly
realized what had happened.  The breeze had been
blowing my towel up, and Futoshi must have caught
another glimpse of my bare behind.  I hurried to brush
the towel back down, but Futoshi had already started
to blush.

"You guys still haven't told me what Emi did to get
Kenta so riled up the day he left for Japan," Ryosuke
prodded obviously dying of curiosity.  I glanced over
at Futoshi, but he was turning even redder.

"Nothing," I insisted, shaking my head.  It's a long
story, but basically Kenta and Futoshi had stumbled in
on me when I was sunbathing naked out on Kenta's
balcony.  I'd made them promise not to tell, but later
Futoshi let it slip that something had happened.  I'd
denied everything, but Futoshi's blushing must have
reminded Ryosuke of the whole thing.

"You were being a bad girl then too, weren't you?"
Ryosuke grinned evilly.

"You know me.  I would never..."

The problem was that Ryosuke did know me.  He knew me
too well in fact, and had probably already guessed
what had happened.  His hand darted out grabbing my
towel by the hem and pulling it up, exposing my naked
pussy and rear.  I struggled to push it back down, but
the knot at my breasts was starting to come loose, and
soon he'd pulled it right off.

"Kyaaa!" I squealed, reaching around behind him to try
to get the towel back.  I could feel the breeze all
over my naked body now.  We were pretty far up from
the street, but the people in the apartments across
the way could probably see me, and Futoshi was
standing right there staring away.  I kept struggling
to snatch the towel back, but Ryosuke was killing
himself laughing, all the while somehow managing to
keep the towel just out of reach.  I looked over at
Futoshi, but his eyes had glazed over with lust as he
stared at my naked body.  I was getting more and more
excited standing out here with practically the whole
city looking on.  I finally managed to grab the towel
away from Ryosuke, draping the towel over my front to
cover my breasts and pussy.  I stuck out my tongue at
Ryosuke, but he just laughed.

"What did you go and do that for?" I shouted, trying
to hide how excited I'd become.

"Oh c'mon, Emi.  You waltz right out here in just a
towel.  What did you expect?  I couldn't help myself."

I turned to Futoshi.

"And you... why didn't you help me?  You're as bad as
he is," I pouted.  Not quite on purpose, I'd left my
backside uncovered.  Ryosuke looked down at it, amused
to see me flashing it at the whole street.  I finally
pushed Futoshi aside, and stormed back inside, my
whole body shaking like a leaf.  I hadn't really
intended to end up naked out on Futoshi's balcony.  It
had all been Ryosuke's fault.  But anyway, now that I
had it was really hard to calm back down.  I grabbed
my bag, stormed back into the bathroom, and shut the
door, but my heart was still pounding in my chest. 
Part of me wanted to go back out there naked again,
just to see what they would do.  I knew I shouldn't
though.  Futoshi probably thinks I'm weird enough as
it is.  At least as things stood, it seemed like it
was Ryosuke's fault.  I finally made up my mind,
pulled a change of clothes out of my bag, and got
dressed.

I pulled on a pair of looser jeans, and then squeezed
my breasts into my bra, and pulled on a different
blouse.  Once I looked more or less decent again, I
came back out.  Ryosuke smirked at me, but Futoshi
still looked a bit bemused.

"So what's there to do around here?" I asked trying to
get them thinking about something else.

"I don't know.  What do you want to do?" Futoshi asked
still looking at me funny.

"I want to go shopping.  Are there any big malls near
here?"

"There's Century City on Santa Monica.  It's not too
far."

"OK, let's go there."

We drove there, and slowly we all managed to calm back
down.  Futoshi took us to this sushi restaurant where
we had supper.  The two of them followed me around as
I checked out the Gap and Benetton, and eventually we
came to a Victoria's Secret store.  I wanted to get
some new sleepwear, so I pulled Ryosuke in, while
Futoshi waited outside.  At first, I was just thinking
of buying some sweatpants and a hoodie, but Ryosuke
tugged me over to the baby doll section.  I already
had a couple of baby dolls, but Ryosuke kept holding
up these ultra sexy ones, saying I should try them on.
 They all seemed to be open at the front or
see-through, but I finally found a black one that
seemed not too bad.  Ryosuke followed me right into
the dressing room.  Luckily, I think the staff didn't
notice.  Unfortunately, once I'd got it on, I realized
it was see-through too just like the rest.

"Here take off your panties," Ryosuke instructed
reaching forward to help.  I did as he asked, but now
the baby doll looked positively indecent.  You could
see everything.  He motioned for me to twirl around,
so I did.  The material was so light I might as well
be wearing nothing at all.

"What do you think?" Ryosuke asked grinning.  I shyly
covered my pussy with my hand.  "I'll buy it for you
if you go out there just like that, and show Futoshi."

"No way!" I retorted, horrified at the suggestion.

"Well, anyway, promise me you'll wear it tonight."

"Buy me some panties to go with it," I pouted.  He
reached out with his hand, and slid his hands between
my legs.

"You look fine just like that," he teased.  I twisted
my hips trying to get away, but he'd found my pleasure
spot.

"Aaa!  Ryosuke, don't!  Not here!"  Both of us were
getting in the mood, but unfortunately, Futoshi was
still out there waiting.  I pulled the baby doll off
over my head, and stood there naked while Ryosuke
continued to touch me.  If we had just a few more
minutes, I swear we could have...

Anyway, once I was back dressed, Ryosuke took the baby
doll out, and paid for it.  I was grateful.  Even
though it was something I probably wouldn't buy for
myself, I was happy to have nightwear that I knew he
liked.

We looked around a bit more, and then rented some
Japanese DVD's on the way home.  One of them was a
movie I hadn't seen before called Kamikaze Girls about
this Japanese girl who likes to dress up in frilly old
French dresses.  I hadn't seen any Japanese movies for
a while, so it reminded me a lot of home.  By the time
the movie ended, it was getting late.  The room was
all dark save for the flicker of the TV and the lights
from outside.  Ryosuke stared over longingly at the
car keys on the table, but Futoshi kept peering over
at me.

"Do you want to watch another one?" he asked.

"K," I said standing up.  "Go ahead.  I'll be back in
a sec," I said, my voice trailing off as I dashed off
to the bathroom.  Once safe inside, I opened the
Victoria's Secret box, and held up the sheer lace
nightie.  I wasn't really sure if I could get away
with this, but maybe it was dark enough that Futoshi
wouldn't notice.  I stripped, and tried it on, but in
the strong light of the bathroom, it was all too clear
I was naked underneath.  The hem was barely long
enough to cover what needed to be covered.  'Derriere
skimming length' the store ad had said.  I flicked off
the lights, took a deep breath, and slowly crept back
out into the living room.  Futoshi looked up when I
came in, but soon his eyes drifted back to the TV.

'Thank heavens,' I sighed to myself.  Either it was
too dark to tell, or he was too sleepy to notice. 
Even so, shivers ran up my spine, as I sat my bare
bottom down on the plush throw rug.  I shifted my rump
back between Ryosuke's feet, hiding my body with his
legs as he sat behind me on the couch.  I pulled the
front of my nightie down to cover up my pussy, but
Futoshi's eyes stayed fixed on the TV.  Maybe this
would be alright.  Ryosuke gently ran his fingers
through the hair on my head.

"What are you going to do about the car?" he asked
softly.  Futoshi looked over this way, and I tensed. 
I held my arm up to hide my nipples which were by now
quite erect.

"I don't know," he shrugged, and turned back to the
TV.  Ryosuke started massaging my bare shoulders,
working his thumbs in, trying to get me to relax.  I
was all too aware of my near nudity to relax though. 
To make matters worse, Ryosuke brushed my straps aside
making them fall down my shoulders revealing even more
of my cleavage.  Then suddenly out of the blue, he
asked,

"Emi, could you fetch my daybook over there?"  He
pointed to where it was sitting on the floor next to
the TV.  I looked back up at him horrified.  I was
proud of myself for having found this little niche
between his legs to hide in, and now he wanted me to
get up.  I shook my head no, but he kept motioning for
me to go ahead.  I looked over at Futoshi, but his
eyes were still on the TV.  I knew I shouldn't listen
to Ryosuke.  I knew I should just stay here, tell him
to get it himself, but for some reason, I just ignored
that feeling, and slowly got up onto all fours.  I
crawled forward, but even without looking I could tell
the hem was way too short to cover my bare bottom,
stuck up in the air as it was.  When I looked back
over my shoulder at Futoshi, he was sitting up
straight as a ramrod, wide awake now, his eyes locked
on my exposed hind end.  I wiggled my behind as I
padded forward, starting to lose it myself.  My behind
still in the air, I held up the daybook.

"Is this it?" I purred innocently, trying to pretend I
didn't know the effect I was having on the two of
them.  Ryosuke was still sitting back, but Futoshi was
on the edge of his seat trying now to hide his
mounting hard-on.

"Oh, no!" I squealed, coyly pretending I'd only just
realized I was pantiless.  "You didn't see anything,
did you?" I asked, finally covering my bottom with the
book.  Futoshi stood up, and turned his back to me
still trying to hide his erection.

"I uh... no, yeah, no.  I didn't see anything," he
blurted out, clearly not himself.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I rushed to apologize.  I honestly
hadn't meant to embarrass him so.

"Anyway, I guess I'm going to go to bed," he told us,
stumbling off to his bedroom all in a fluster.  I
crawled back to Ryosuke, leaning onto his lap.  I
couldn't stop smiling.

"Is he alright?" I asked, giggling.

"Yeah, yeah, he'll be fine," he whispered back.  We
listened for a while wondering what he was doing. 
He'd always seemed so calm before.  Neither of us knew
quite what to make of it.  Eventually he came back
out, and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Are you alright?" I asked, getting up.  He didn't
look at me, but went straight in, mumbled,

"Yeah," and then closed the door.  Ryosuke and I
looked at each, not knowing quite what to make of the
situation.

"Don't worry about him.  He'll be fine," Ryosuke
smiled, shifting his gaze from my eyes down to my bare
behind.  I came back, and sat down next to him, trying
to hide my private places.  Ryosuke wrapped his arm
around me, but soon, Futoshi came back out, and spread
out a couple of futons for us to sleep on.  He
carefully avoided looking at me, eventually said,

"Good night," and disappeared back off to his room. 
Ryosuke and I watched the movie a bit more, but
eventually shut it off, and lay down on the futons.  I
lay face down looking over at Ryosuke in the dim
light.  He gave me a gentle kiss, slowly pulling up my
nightie as he did so, exposing my rear.  Soon
something behind me caught his eye.

"What is it?" I asked, a bit afraid.  He nodded toward
the window, and across the way we could see this
American couple, maybe around 30 or so, standing in
their window looking this way.  I pulled my nightie
back down to cover my rear, but you could tell from
the way they were grinning that they could see us.  We
turned out all the lights, but light was shining in
from the moon and the buildings across the way. 
Ryosuke eyed the window, but there didn't seem to be
any curtains.  We just lay there for a while, my heart
pounding in my chest as we wondered what to do. 
Eventually, the lights went out in the room across the
way, and we couldn't see the couple anymore.  It was
hard to tell if they'd gone to sleep, or had just
turned out the lights so they could see us better.

I was thinking we should just tuck in, and go to
sleep, but Ryosuke's eyes were still twinkling in the
dark as he gazed over at me.  He nuzzled up against
me, and we started kissing again.  I guess I was a
little excited too, and soon, we were getting into it
a bit more, touching each other, getting all heated
up.  He started pulling up my nightie again, and I
didn't resist, even though I was still worried that
that other couple might still be watching.  I was
getting more and more in the mood though, and soon I
didn't care.  Ryosuke pulled my nightie right off, and
I lay there naked in the moonlight smiling shyly up at
him.  It was a really romantic atmosphere, and I was
excited being away from home, but soon something
happened that caught us off guard.  The phone rang.

We were both so far gone it took us a moment before we
realized what was happening.  Futoshi stumbled out of
his bedroom, and flicked on the light.  Ryosuke
quickly rolled off of me, but there I was lying buck
naked in the middle of the room, blinking under the
bright light.  Futoshi's eyes slowly focused in on me
as he picked up the phone.  I tensed, unsure what to
do.  I guess I should have covered up, but everything
was happening so fast.

"Hello," Futoshi said into the phone, still staring
over at me as I sat up, and looked around for my
nightie.  Ryosuke must have tossed it off into a
corner somewhere because I couldn't see it anywhere. 
I finally covered my breasts and pussy with my hands,
eyeing Futoshi edgily as he examined me up and down.

"Hello, hello," he repeated.  Whoever it was wasn't
talking.  I turned, and peered out at the window
across the way.  Did that American couple somehow know
Futoshi's number?  Feeling hopelessly exposed now, I
stood up, and went over to get my bag.  Futoshi's eyes
followed me across the room.  Ryosuke finally fished
out my nightie from under the futon, and threw it over
to me.  I turned my back to Futoshi and the window, as
I struggled to straighten out the nightie, so I could
pull it on.

"Don't look!" I squealed, my face burning hot with
embarrassment.  Futoshi glanced back at Ryosuke, but
he just had this silly smirk on his face, not
objecting at all to Futoshi's staring.  Futoshi went
back to ogling my uncovered rear.  Even after I got
the nightie back on, he continued to stare at me,
obviously quite able to see how see-through it was. 
My pussy felt like it was on fire, but I finally went
over, and shut off the lights.

"Who was it on the phone?" I asked rubbing my eyes
trying to hide how excited I'd become.

"I don't know.  There was just silence."

I looked out across the way, and I thought I could
make out the couple from earlier still sitting there
by the window, laughing no doubt.  Eventually, things
settled down, and Futoshi went back to bed.  Ryosuke
and I were both still pretty worked up, but I finally
convinced him to save it for another day.

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

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