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Yuuki's Kiosk
By Emi Tsuruta

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Do you ever have one of those days where nothing seems to go
right?  I guess it all started when Yuuki - you know, the girl
who works in the mall here in Oceanview - called me up, and
invited me to come in, and meet her boss, Mr. Kishitani.  She'd
already asked me to fill in for her at her Japanese character
goods kiosk in the mall, and now she had this friend coming.  I
already had one part-time job, but Yuuki promised that this would
only be for a day or two while she showed her friend around.

The day came, so I went down, and met Mr. Kishitani.  He seemed
like a nice guy.  He took me out for a coffee, and flirted with
me a bit before we got down to business.  He was maybe thirty or
so, well-dressed, but apparently still single.  I knew that Yuuki
had her eyes on him though, so I just laughed at his jokes, and
tried to act professional.  Eventually, he turned more serious,
and told me what all I had to do.  It didn't sound that hard
really.

Then the morning I was supposed to go in, we were in the middle
of this heat wave.  It was absolutely sweltering out the night
before.  I had to get up really early, so Mr. Kishitani could
show me how to open up, and work the cash register and
everything.  It was like six a.m.  My American host family don't
usually get up till eight, so it was really quiet in the house. 
I quickly stripped out of my nightie, grabbed a towel, and ran
across - naked - to the bathroom to have a shower.  I knew I
probably shouldn't be running around the house naked with my host
family home, but so early I figured it was safe enough.

In the shower, I tried to remember all the things Yuuki and Mr.
Kishitani had told me.  What did Yuuki say again?  'Part of it is
you've got to dress the part, flirt with the customers a bit.'  I
guess she is expecting me to wear some of those clothes she gave
me.  I sure hope they fit alright.

I shut off the shower, and toweled off, examining my body in the
mirror.  All the swimming I'd been doing that summer was really
starting to pay off.  My tummy was flat now, and I'd maybe even
lost a little weight.  I cupped my breasts, and lifted them up
checking how they looked from underneath.  I was really starting
to develop a nice figure, like the one I'd always wanted.  I slid
my hand down over my tummy and through my pubic hair shuddering a
bit as my fingertips brushed against my hello kitty.  It's too
bad I have to work today.  I felt like calling my boyfriend
Ryosuke up and having some fun.  I turned around to examine my
fanny next.  Ryosuke was always on about what a great ass I have.
 I guess it is kind of cute the way it curves out like that.  I
spread my legs, and dabbed at my pussy with the towel, getting a
little excited.

I was getting hungry though, and I had to get ready for work, so
I wrapped the towel around me, and headed down to the kitchen. 
It sounded like my host mom Loretta and her kids Jennifer and
Brandon were all still asleep.  I poured myself some tea, popped
a slice of bread in the toaster, and sat down to dry off my hair
with the towel.  I felt a bit naughty sitting there naked in the
kitchen with my host family being home and all.  Still it looked
like it was going to be a beautiful day out.  I got up, went to
the back door, and peered out at the backyard.  It's really too
bad I have to work.  It would be nice to spend some time outside
too.

From upstairs though, I could hear shuffling noises.  Oh oh. 
Someone is up.  I quickly pulled the towel back on, and came back
upstairs.  I pulled on the tube top and low rise track pants that
Yuuki had given me.  It took a couple of tries to get my breasts
to stay in the top.  It was a bit sexier than I usually dressed.
I wondered if it might seem a bit much, but anyway, this seemed
to be the way Yuuki dressed when she was working.  Once I was
dressed, I rushed back downstairs, and finished my breakfast.  My
host mom Loretta came down, and saw me off as I headed out for
work.

When I got to the bus stop, I took a closer look at my new
outfit.  Unfortunately, the track pants were cut so low you could
kind of see my panties sticking out over the top of the
waistband.  Drat!  Maybe I should run back, and grab some low
rise panties.  Unfortunately, before I could, the bus came.  I
reluctantly got on, and sat right at the back trying to figure
out what to do.  I didn't really want to have my underwear
showing on the first day of my new job.

I sat there, and thought about it for a while, and then I got an
idea.  What if I just take my panties right off?  Then they
wouldn't show.  Yuuki had even said something about going
commando when wearing low rise pants like this.

I glanced around.  It was so early in the morning the bus was
almost empty.  There were a few other people on the bus, but they
were all facing forward away from me.  I wonder if I can just
quickly...

Peeking over the seat back, I eyed the other people to see if
they were going to get up.  There was a girl sitting in front of
me, and a few middle-aged ladies sitting further up.  It looked
safe, so I quickly undid the front string that keeps my track
pants up.  I know it sounds kind of silly, but I was getting all
excited all of a sudden at the thought of stripping on the bus.

I carefully lifted my rear, and slid my pants and panties down to
my knees.  The warm vinyl seat felt so strange on my bare behind.
 I pushed my pants and panties down to my ankles, my senses
tingling with excitement at the sheer brazenness of what I was
doing.  I poked at my pants trying to push them off, but my hands
wouldn't stop quivering.  None of the other passengers were
looking back this way, but I felt insanely indecent sitting here
with just my tube top covering my breasts, my pants around my
ankles.  I finally took my shoes off, and pried my pants and
panties off over my socks.  I felt relieved in a way, but now I
was sitting here practically naked in the bright morning sunlight
which was streaming in through the windows of the bus.  I stuck a
hand between my legs to cover up, but that just made the tingling
worse.

I jumped as the bus suddenly pulled to a stop.  I watched, all
tense, as the girl in front of me got up, and got off the bus.  I
glanced up at the front, and two young school boys were getting
on.  I swear I was starting to panic because here I was sitting
here nearly naked, and they were heading right this way.  Luckily
for me, they didn't come all the way to the back, but ended up
sitting a few rows ahead.  They both eyed me suspiciously, but
eventually turned, and looked out the window.  I quickly gathered
up my track pants, and shook them out, so I could pull them back
on.  My hands were shaking uncontrollably now, but I finally
managed to step into my pants, and pull them up without arousing
too much suspicion.  Phew!  That was close.

Even dressed, it still felt strange sitting there in the bus with
no panties on.  I could feel the soft seam of the track pants
brushing up against my most sensitive place.  I frantically tried
to do up the string.  In my panic though, I pulled so hard one
way that the other end of the string disappeared off inside the
hole where the belt goes.  I tried to pull it back out, but I was
having trouble getting a grip on the knot through the material. 
Then almost before I knew it, we'd arrived at my stop at the
mall.  I quickly bundled up the string, and stuffed it down the
front of my pants.

I rushed off the bus, hurrying along so as not to be late, but I
had this distinctly breezy feeling around my hips.  These were
Yuuki's track pants, but without the string, they were sliding
way down my hips exposing the crack of my behind.  Oh no!  I have
to fix them somehow.  I can't go around all day like this.

Mr. Kishitani was waiting for me in front of the kiosk.  He
smiled when he saw me, glancing down first at my breasts bulging
out in my tube top, and then down at the bare flesh of my hips. 
I tried to smile, and act like nothing was wrong, but I had to
keep holding the waistband to prevent my track pants from falling
down.  To get ready, we had to move a whole bunch of tote bags
and stuff from his storage locker down to the kiosk before the
mall opened.  As I carried them over through the empty mall, I
could feel my track pants sliding down my hips.  Mr. Kishitani
was trying not to be too obvious about it, but he kept staring
down at the crack of my behind with this amused grin on his face.
 I was glad he thought it was funny.  I was so embarrassed
really.  Honestly, I hadn't planned to come to work in such a
revealing outfit.

"How old are you, Emi?" he asked.

"22."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I guess he thought I was coming on to him by dressing this way,
but actually, I hadn't planned anything of the sort.

"Um, yeah, I do," I whispered shyly, embarrassed by his obvious
interest in me.

Eventually, we managed to get all the merchandise set out on the
stand, so I could finally pull my pants back up.  Mr. Kishitani
grinned to see me blush, and ended up hanging around for the
longest time, explaining things to me over and over, obviously
just wanting to ogle my bare hips some more.  Finally, I said,

"I think I understand everything now.  I'm sure you must be very
busy..."

He looked deep in my eyes, a bit hurt perhaps that I was chasing
him off.  He finally nodded.

"Um, yeah.  Hey listen.  I'll give you my cell phone number, and
if you need anything, just give me a call.  OK?"

"Yeah, sure.  Thanks.  I will."

Eventually, he scurried off, heading back to his apartment to do
some paperwork.

I finally sat down at one end of the kiosk, this cart out in the
open right in the middle of the mall.  There was nowhere for me
to hide really.  Luckily, though it was still early, so there
weren't that many people in the mall, mostly other staff and a
few housewives or college girls.  I fooled with the drawstring
some more, but I couldn't get it out.  I finally gave my
boyfriend Ryosuke a call to ask him to drop by on his way to
work.  He's usually pretty good with his hands, so maybe he'd be
able to get the string out.

Eventually, I got thirsty, so I went into the drugstore right
across from my kiosk to get something to drink.  A stock boy came
up to me as I stood there looking at the drink fridge.

"Hey, you are that new girl... replacing Yuuki, right?"

"Um, yeah, but it's just for a day or two."

He smiled, but as soon as I looked away, his eyes drifted down to
my exposed hips.  I frowned, and pulled my pants back up again.

"Hey, listen," he said leaning forward.  "If you need any help,
finding your way around or whatever, give me a shout.  My name is
Carl."

I nodded, but then waited for him to go back to work before
reaching down into the fridge for my drink.  I'm sure he was a
nice guy or whatever, but I really hadn't wanted to attract so
much attention.  I hope he hasn't gotten the wrong idea about me.
 Yuuki was quite the flirt, so maybe he thought I was the same. 
Anyway, I quickly paid for my drink, and headed back to my seat.

Slowly, more customers drifted in.  More and more guys passed by,
and almost as soon as they saw me, they would slow down to get a
better look at the crack of my behind.  I kept pulling my pants
up, but without the drawstring it seemed to do little good.

Eventually, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed this one guy
in a business suit standing behind me looking over this way.  He
was trying so hard to act like he hadn't been staring at me, but
obviously he had.  I looked at him sheepishly, and eventually he
came this way.

"This is quite a selection you have here," he smiled.

"Thanks," I nodded.  He was clean-cut and handsome, almost like a
movie star.

"What are these here?" he asked pointing into the showcase.

"Sailor Moon slippers."

"And this?"

"That's a Pokemon fanny pack."

"Can I take a look?"

Almost without thinking, I squatted down to fetch it.  It wasn't
until I looked back up at him, and saw the bewildered look on his
face that I realized that when I squatted down, the tension had
pulled my waistband down further, exposing even more of my
buttocks cheeks.  I quickly stood up, my heart racing in my chest
at the little stunt I'd just pulled.  I handed him the pack, but
he seemed so taken aback at seeing my rear end it took him a
second before he snapped out of it.  Eventually, he took the pack
from me, and examined it.

"How do you wear it?" he asked, turning it over.  I looked deep
into his eyes, a bit suspicious I guess, but it honestly seemed
like he'd never tried one before.  I took the fanny pack from
him, and wrapped it around my waist, almost as if I was urging
him to take a closer look at my bare hips.  My face flushing hot
with embarrassment, I turned my back to him, and showed him my
rear, still a bit worried about how much he could see.

Unfortunately, my little fashion show was attracting some
attention.  Even Carl the stock boy had come out to watch.  I
took the fanny pack off, and made a half-hearted effort to pull
my pants back up.  I knew of course that I shouldn't be tempting
fate by fooling around like this in the middle of the mall, but
there was something about the bewildered reaction of the handsome
businessman that was making me feel a little daring.  He was
avoiding my gaze now, staring into the showcase.

"Do you have anything in a more adult design?" he asked softly a
faint smile on his lips.  Unsure if he was flirting with me, I
turned my back to him, and looked through the goods we had. 
Wondering how far down my waistband had fallen, I placed my hands
on my hips probing for it with my finger tips.  He could probably
still see my crack, but I had managed to pull it up a bit higher
than before.  The problem was I could feel the waistband slowly
sliding back down again.  My heart still racing, I walked around
the case, considering what to do.  I don't know what I was
intending, but I guess I can admit I was getting a little thrill
from teasing him this way.

"What's that?" the man asked, pointing to another item behind the
glass.

"Chinmoku no kantai," I said not knowing the English.  It's a sea
adventure story from manga.

"Can I take a look?"

Growing more self-conscious, I peered back at Carl until he
finally went back inside the drugstore.  I slowly bent forward,
but without the drawstring to hold it, I could feel the grip of
my waistband growing ever looser by the minute.  I licked my
lips, but my mouth had gone all dry.  I hesitated, uncertain what
to do.  If I had any sense, I would have just pulled my pants
back up, but I was getting more and more excited.  I know it
sounds crazy, but part of me just wanted to see what would
happen.

Eventually, my curiosity got the better of me, and I gave my hips
a little twirl, trying to see if I could shake my waistband
loose.  It held firm though, and slowly, I realized how many
people there actually were walking around the mall.  I reached
down intending to pull my pants back up, but before I could, the
band finally gave way, and my pants plunged downward landing
around my ankles.

My first reaction was surprise - I hadn't really intended to go
through with it - and then excitement.  The air was swirling
around my bare behind, tickling me between my legs, giving rise
to the most pleasureable of sensations.  Unaware of the stir I
was causing, I just stood there for a moment savoring the sweet
torment of being naked - exposed - right out here in the middle
of the busy mall.

I twisted, and turned my torso, looking down in shock and wonder
at the fluffy hair of my pussy out in the open for all to see.  I
finally glanced back at the man, who was staring thunderstruck at
my cute little bare behind.

"Oh sorry.  Uh, the waistband is broken," I rushed to explain. 
He craned his neck to get a look at my pussy, but coyly, I
rotated away from him, not letting him look.  This little gambit
was pointless of course, because there were a couple of other
younger guys standing in front of me by one of the clothes stores
peering over this way in wide-eyed shock at my pussy.  A few
moments before, I'd been desperately afraid to show everyone, but
now that, I'd 'accidentally' ended up exposed, I was savoring the
moment.

Feeling hamperd at the pants around my ankles, I actually shook
them half intending to step out of them, out of my head with
desire.  Unfortunately, not everyone seemed so happy.  One woman
had scurried off apparently to get a security guard, so I quickly
leaned forward to pick up my pants, and pulled them back on.  The
man and I stood there blushing, neither of us knowing what to
say.  Eventually, he spoke.

"You really should get someone to fix those," he laughed, looking
down nervously.

"Um, yeah.  My boyfriend is on his way."

His expression quickly changed.  He looked so sad to hear I had a
boyfriend.  He seem so nice, so pure for an older man.

"Um, what was it you wanted to see?" I rushed to change the
subject.  "Ah, the chinmoku no kantai lunchbox."  I reached down
for it again, holding my waistband up with my other hand.  He
smirked when he saw how careful I was being.

He ended up buying the lunchbox, although I'm sure he didn't need
it.  I guess he felt bad about what had happened.  I packaged it
up as neatly as I could, and told him to call again, but somehow
the moment had passed.  He looked back at me sadly almost as he
walked away.

Before long, the security guard showed up.  Luckily, it appeared
that he didn't believe the woman's story, and there weren't any
other witness around who would back her up.  I don't know what
she wanted him to do anyway.  The whole thing had been an
accident.  Eventually, the woman gave up arguing, and they left.

A while later, my boyfriend Ryosuke finally showed up.

"What's up?" he asked smirking.  I still felt all hot and
bothered from what had happened, and didn't want to talk about it
anymore.  He ended up poking at the waistband, more or less
guessing what was wrong.  "How did that happen?"

I ignored him, not wanting to explain.  The whole thing was
embarrassing enough as it was.  He finally got impatient, and
pulled my waistband open, peering, in feigned shock at my bare
behind.

"No panties," he grinned, clearly enjoying the situation.  I
grimaced, but he'd come to help, and seemed determined to do
something.  "Is there a washroom around here somewhere?" he
asked.  I directed him to the ladies washroom down one of the
side corridors not far from the kiosk.  I stood in the doorway
trying to hide, while he squatted down, and tried to pull out the
string.  He kept pulling the waistband down exposing my pussy,
till I slapped his hand.

"What are you so angry about?" he asked.

"It's a long story," I continued to pout.  He wasn't having much
luck with the string, so finally he suggested,

"Maybe you'd just better take them off?"  I rubbed my face,
already afraid of where this might lead.  "Oh, come on Emi.  It's
the only way."

I hesitated, but he was probably right.  Eventually, I went in
the washroom, kicked off my shoes, and then took off my track
pants as well.  Pulling my shoes back on, I opened the door a
crack to hand Ryosuke my pants.

"Here hurry up.  I'm freezing."  I waited by the door shivering,
actually more from excitement than cold.  I could hear the dull
murmur of people talking as they went by outside, and here I was
standing there practically naked.  Ryosuke pushed open the door.

"Do you have a bobby pin?" he asked looking down at my pussy.

"Uh, yeah."  I handed him one from my purse, but I felt so
embarrassed, all the more so after what had happened earlier. 
Ryosuke continued to stand just inside the door, racing to fix it
as fast as he could.  After what seemed like the longest time, he
finally managed to pull the end of the string back out.

"There you go, Emi.  Didn't I tell you I could fix it?"

I smiled at him, and he leaned in for a hug, cupping my bare
buttocks with his hand.  I knew I had to get back to work, but
like it or not, both of us were getting pretty excited.

"Here, quick.  In one of the stalls," he said ushering me in. 
Before I could protest, he'd pulled my tube top up, and was
licking my nipples.  I covered my mouth, my body shuddering at
the pleasurable sensations.

I don't think I've ever done it in a washroom before, but he was
relentless.  He pulled open his jeans revealing his huge
erection.  I took his penis in my hand trying to get him off as
quick as I could, but he motioned for me to turn around, so he
could slide his penis into me from behind.  I had to wait while
he pulled on a condom, but I do admit it felt awfully good once
he was inside me.  I was pretty horny after all that I'd been
through that day.

I was panting and moaning when we suddenly heard someone come in.
 Ryosuke stopped thrusting, but I could still feel him up deep
inside of me.  I wiped the sweat from my brow trying so hard not
to breathe too heavily.

The lady outside the stall was awfully quiet.  Maybe she'd heard
us when she came in.  To make matters worse, Ryosuke began easing
his penis in and out.  I opened my mouth as if to squeal, but did
my best to keep quiet.  Somehow trying to keep the fact that we
were fucking a secret made me even hornier.  You could hear these
obscene squishing sounds every time he thrusted which just made
it worse.  Eventually, we heard the lady leave, and Ryosuke
picked up the pace, bringing us both to orgasm one after another.

My energy gone, I slouched up against the wall, still in shock
from how quick it had all happened.  Ryosuke eased his penis out,
but he still looked pretty excited.  I dabbed at my soaking wet
pussy wondering how I could wash off.  My tube top and purse were
on the back of the toilet, but I couldn't see my pants.  I
finally gathered my energy, and went out from the stall, a bit
taken aback by the reflection of my naked body in the mirrors.

Ryosuke came out, and washed off his penis, while I looked around
for my pants.  I found them lying in a bunch right by the door. 
I walked over, and picked them up, shaking them out to get off
the dust.  I knew that I had to get back to work, but still
horny, I stood by the door for a while, listening.  Mainly I
could hear my own heart pounding away, but from out in the mall,
there came voices, first a mother calling, and then two boys
playing with cap guns or something.  I gathered my nerve, and
opened the door a crack, but the boys voices were really close
by, so I closed it again.

"What are you doing?" Ryosuke asked sharply.

"Nothing," I quickly replied, denying the fact that I had been
thinking of walking out into the mall stark naked.  After that, I
pulled my pants and top back on, and went back to work.  I gave
Ryosuke a kiss, and he headed off to work.  It ended up being a
very strange day, but luckily I don't think Yuuki or Mr.
Kishitani every heard about what had happened.

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

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