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Subject: {ASSM} First Time Modeling {Emi Tsuruta} (FM, exhib)
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First time modeling 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:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

   When I was little, my father took my mom, my sister and me to visit one
of his old classmates from university, Russell Crane.  Mr.  Crane worked as
an architect, and I remember us staying a night in his beautiful chalet in
the mountains near the ski resort Tahoe.  After that, my father mentioned
Mr.  Crane once in a while, and had been vaguely hinting that now that I
was living in California instead of Japan, I should go up, and visit him.
Oceanview isn't really all that close to Tahoe, so for the longest time, I
put it off.  Then one day, our old friend Kiyomi invited my boyfriend
Ryosuke and me to come up, and see her in San Francisco.  Ryosuke couldn't
go, so I ended up going alone, and took a train inland to see Mr.  Crane
from there.

   I arranged to meet him in this fancy restaurant in town.  He was very
gallant, holding doors open for me, and treating me to dinner.  He was
quite charming for a man his age.  I wondered why he had never gotten
married.

   "When your dad was young," Mr.  Crane told me, "he was terribly shy.  He
came to the parties, of course, but tended to hang around the edges while
the rest of us danced.  He was a bit of a character though.  I guess we
shouldn't have laughed, but sometimes it was pretty hilarious how he would
always be apologizing for things that weren't even his fault.  He was a
good sport about it though, and obviously a nice guy."

   It was interesting hearing all this because my picture of my father was
so different.  He acted very stern around me, telling me what to do, but I
guess I could see the shyness.  My father never did talk much.

   Soon though, it started getting late, so Mr.  Crane dropped me off at
the bus station.  It was only after I waved goodbye that I realized I
didn't have my suitcase with me.  Oh no.  I must have left it back at the
restaurant.  I headed out towards the restaurant, but then it started to
rain.  I made my way, shielding myself under store awnings along the way,
but by the time I got there, all the lights were out, and the door was
locked.

   Not sure what else to do, I phoned Mr.  Crane, and explained my
situation.  He kindly offered to come pick me up, and bring me back to his
place to stay the night, so I could pick up my suitcase in the morning.  Of
course, I don't usually stay at strange men's houses, but my bus ticket was
in my bag, so I didn't really have much choice.

   Mr.  Crane drove me up the mountainside through the forest until we
finally came to his house.  It was even more picturesque than I remembered.
From the outside, it looked like a ski chalet with a sharply tilted shingle
roof, but inside, it had an open design with plush carpeting and all this
glass and wood paneling.  He'd designed it himself, and had obviously put a
lot of work into it.

   "Here you'd better get out of those wet clothes," he suggested, throwing
me a towel.  I did feel all wet and clammy from having been out in the
rain.

   "Could I use your shower?" I asked hesitantly, feeling a bit awkward
being alone with him.  He was a handsome man.  'How many women had been
here before me?' I wondered.

   "Sure.  Go ahead.  It's just down there through the bedroom."

   His whole chalet was like a model home out of an interior design
magazine.  The bathroom was all marble and mirrors and spotlessly clean.  I
guess I should have expected this.  He was an architect after all, but
everything was just so perfect.  Had he been expecting guests?  Was there
perhaps a woman in his life?  All these questions kept running through my
mind, as I stripped down, and got into the shower.  The shower even had a
detachable handheld shower head just like they do in Japan.  I was deeply
impressed.

   As I was drying myself off, I noticed a photograph on the door.  It was
of a brunette woman in a loose fitting white smock.  She was leaning
forward preparing a bath perhaps, but you could see down her top that she
wasn't wearing anything underneath.  I was a little bit shocked.  What was
this picture of a nude woman doing in his bathroom?  Soon I realized that I
didn't have any fresh clothes to change into.  Wrapping a towel around me,
I tiptoed out to the door.

   "Could I borrow some pajamas or something?" I called out.

   "Help yourself.  My clothes are in the walk-in closet there," he called
back.

   I found the closet easily enough.  It was huge, much bigger than any
closet I'd ever seen.  He had these long rows of neatly pressed trousers,
suit jackets and white shirts, some made of silk.  I didn't see any
pajamas, and in any case, I felt like an intruder foraging around in his
closets.  I grabbed one of the more casual looking white shirts, and pulled
it on.  It was a bit big, but at least it more or less covered me up.  I
continued to rummage around for a pair of bottoms, but he was clearly
larger than I was, so I doubted I'd find anything that fit me.

   "Did you find something?" he asked, suddenly right behind me.  My heart
skipped a beat, as I pulled the shirt hem around my bare behind.  "Oh,
sorry.  I didn't mean to startle you," he intoned more softly.

   "Um...  yeah...  I'm fine," I slowly answered, feeling nervous being
here alone in his bedroom with him.

   "I'm just working in the den.  Would you like something to drink?" he
asked walking back.

   "Just water, if you have it," I replied, reluctantly following him out.
"Um, where am I going to sleep tonight?" I asked, anxious.  Russell went
behind the bar, and pulled out some fresh lemons, offering to make me some
lemonade.  I smiled, and nodded.

   "You can sleep in my bed if you like."

   I opened my eyes wide in shock.

   "Oh, don't worry.  I can sleep in the cot up in the loft."

   "Oh no.  I don't want to take your bed from you," I protested.

   "No, that's alright.  It's no bother really."

   I really didn't want to put him out, but he didn't seem worried about
it. I wondered if I should phone my boyfriend, but decided I'd better not.
I didn't want to worry him.

   Mr.  Crane handed me the lemonade he'd made.  I wandered out to the
living room to look out the huge picture window into the valley, still
feeling a bit nervous at lounging around with no panties on.

   "That's such a beautiful view," I told him.  I looked back around the
room, and noticed a closed door.  "Where does that lead?"

   "That?  Oh, that's my dark room."

   "A dark room?  What's that?"

   "For developing photographs.  I guess people don't use them much
anymore, but a few years back, all photographers had one."

   "Can I see?" I asked, curious.  He got up, and opened the door.  The
light on the ceiling was red and very dim.  He had prints hung up to dry
from ropes.  Some of the pictures were of lodges, ski chalets and
mountains, but then a couple of the pictures were of women.  When I looked
closer, I realized that some of the women were naked.

   "What are these?"

   "Oh, I dabble in nude photography," he smirked.  I frowned, eyeing him
cautiously.  'Were these women his girlfriends?' I wondered.

   "Oh, it's all quite innocent I assure you," he rushed to explain.  "Most
of them are models who I hire."

   I examined the women more closely.  They were blonde mostly, tall
American women with large breasts, like real models.  It made me feel
strange, looking at all these pictures of nude women with him.  He was my
father's friend, and I'd always thought of him as this serious professional
who didn't take much interest in women.  I was kind of shocked to find that
he had this earthier side to him.  My heart sped up as I mulled over my
situation.  Here I am alone and barely dressed with this charming
womanizer. What on earth am I doing?

   We came back out into the living room, and it was only then that I
noticed this long set of magazines lined up on one shelf.  Playboy
magazine, the binding said.  Oh my!  What a huge collection he has, and he
keeps them right out in the open, not embarrassed by it at all - so
different from the other boys I knew.

   "Would you like to see my portfolio?" he went on.  I still felt nervous,
but I finally nodded.  He got out a big photo album, and started leafing
through, showing me.  The first part was all landscapes, but once we got
through that, we came to a whole long section of nudes.  Some of the shots
were taken outdoors, near his chalet I guess, but even in those shots, the
women seemed quite comfortable, relaxed and smiling, obviously at ease even
though they were naked.  I don't know why, but looking at all these naked
women with him was getting me a bit excited.  I knew that there was no way
he could even suspect the things I had done, but I felt my face flushing
hot as I realized we shared a common interest in the outdoors.  It was
spooky almost, because I don't think I'd ever met anyone who was so open
about enjoying this type of thing.

   While I was daydreaming, he suddenly asked,

   "Would you pose for me?"

   I stared over at him, terrified somehow that I had been found out.

   "Uh, no.  I could never..." I protested.  Feeling self-conscious now, I
pulled the sides of my shirt together to cover my cleavage.  He hadn't been
staring exactly, but he had this wistful look in his eyes as he watched me.
"Maybe I'd better call it a night," I blurted out, all flustered now.  He
nodded calmly, motioned for me to go ahead, and said good night.

   Once safe inside his bedroom, I closed the door, and took a deep breath,
my heart beating away in my chest.  He hadn't really said so, but was he
asking me to pose nude?  What on earth was he thinking?  I guess my walking
around in this shirt hadn't helped matters, but even so...

   Slowly managing to calm back down, I brushed my teeth, washed my face,
and then slid into bed.  The sheets were so soft, and smelled so fresh and
clean.  I felt a bit like a princess surrounded by such luxury.  I lay
awake for a while, thinking about Mr.  Crane and the life he must lead.  To
be so well off and yet have no girlfriend, no wife.  He must be very
lonely. It was hard for me to understand.

   The next morning, I awoke to a rap on the door.  The morning sun was
streaming in through the window.

   "Emi, are you awake?  What would you like for breakfast?"

   Wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I got up, and went over to the door. 
Russell was in the kitchen, rattling away, making something.

   "Some pancakes perhaps?  Or some fruit salad?" he offered.

   "Um, yeah, whatever is easiest," I mumbled, still a bit groggy.  I
climbed up on a bar stool, but then, worried that my bare bottom might be
showing, pulled the shirt tails down to cover it.  Russell seemed
remarkably cheerful.

   "Did you sleep well?" he beamed.

   "Yes, fine."

   "After breakfast, once you're ready, we can go by to the restaurant, and
see if they have your bag."

   Somehow in all the excitement, I'd almost forgotten about my bag and
going back to Oceanview.  I had to admit that staying in this beautiful
chalet made it feel much more like a vacation.  I didn't want to go home,
not just yet.  Last night, he'd asked me to pose nude (?), but now that I'd
turned him down, he seemed in a rush to get rid of me.  Did he not like me?
All the women in his album were big vivacious blondes, but didn't I have
charms of my own?  He hadn't even seen me naked yet, so why was he giving
up so easily?

   There was of course the matter of him being my father's friend.  He was
twice my age, and not really someone I could bring home to mother.  If I
did end up posing nude for him, what would we tell my father?  Was he
planning on selling my pictures?  I knew of course that this was all so
wrong, but I was curious.  We sat down to breakfast, but I couldn't resist
the temptation to ask him more.

   "What do you do with those photographs after you take them?"

   "Which photographs?" he asked, playing dumb.

   "The nudes I mean."

   "Oh, those ones.  I guess it all depends." He didn't seem in any great
rush to tell me the details.

   "Do you sell them?" I asked glancing over at the Playboys on his book
shelf.

   "Oh no.  Not usually.  Mostly, I just keep them ...  or give them to the
model." He seemed awfully standoffish now, quite different from the hungry
look of the night before.

   "What I mean is if you were to take pictures of me..."

   His lips pursed together into this little smirk.

   "So you are interested after all!" he beamed.

   "Oh no, no.  Don't get the wrong idea!" The whole topic was giving me
butterflies.  I certainly didn't want him telling my dad that I'd offered
to pose nude for him.  My dad had always raised my sister and me to be
modest and proper little ladies.  He'd be terribly shocked if he knew where
I was.

   "I was just curious.  That's all." I guess he could sense my
nervousness, because he stopped teasing, and let it drop.  I finished off
the last of my pancakes in silence.

   "Can I use your shower again?" I asked, a bit more cautious now.

   "Yeah, sure, go ahead." His face looked a bit torn between two emotions.
He was obviously trying to look apologetic for having teased me, but you
could tell he was wondering if I was just being coy.  After all, I'd been
lounging around, seemingly quite comfortable in one of his dress shirts,
letting him see my bare legs and hips.  I hadn't been meaning to tease him
really, although I guess it might have looked that way.  I guess I should
have been more careful, but I really wasn't used to the whole situation -
staying in this luxurious house, his kindness, his offer to take my
picture.

   Anyway, I dashed off to have a shower.  Coming out of the shower, I
realized that my clean clothes were still in my bag at the restaurant. 
Wrapping a fresh towel around me, I opened the bedroom door a crack, and
called out.

   "Um, Mr.  Crane, do you have anything else I could wear?"

   "Oh, help yourself to whatever you like in my closet there," he called
back.  I wandered into his closet, and looked through his things for
something that would fit me that I could wear outside.  It was mostly
trousers, suit jackets, white shirts and sweaters, all way too large to fit
me.  Finally, I spotted something that might do, a beige poncho, sort of
like a wool blanket with a round hole in the middle.  Dropping my towel, I
pulled the poncho on over my head.  It hung down to my thighs, but the
problem was that it was all open at the sides.  I dug out my panties from
the day before, but they needed washing.  I rinsed out my panties, but I
couldn't very well wear them soaking wet.  Now what do I do?

   "Um, Mr.  Crane, do you think you could go to the restaurant, and pick
up my bag for me?"

   "Sweetie, I don't even remember what your bag looks like.  Maybe you'd
better come with me."

   I paced back and forth in front of the mirror, trying to tell if I could
get away with wearing this poncho outside.  It was fairly large, but I felt
terribly nervous parading around without any panties on.  Slowly, I
gathered my courage, and went out into the living room, trying to hold the
sides still, so he wouldn't be able to see in.  Mr.  Crane broke out into a
big smile as soon as he saw me.

   "You look great!  Let's go."

   He gathered his car keys and a biggish black bag, and then waited at the
front entrance, while I squatted down to pull on my shoes.  At first, I
thought he was just watching me tie my shoes, but when I followed his gaze
downward, I suddenly realized that he could probably see the curve of my
bare behind where my poncho had fallen open.  I quickly did up my shoes,
and stood back up, but I felt all hot and embarrassed at having let down my
guard like that.  Well, it wasn't like he'd never seen a naked woman
before, but even so, it was better if I didn't let on.

   Once we got outside, I could feel the cool mountain breeze swirling all
around my almost naked body.  In the car, I felt a bit safer, but when he
turned to watch as I did up my seat belt, I suddenly realized I should have
sat in the back seat.  Even with the seat belt on, the slit in my poncho
ran up my thigh over my hips and part way up my side.  He wasn't acting any
different, so maybe he hadn't realized yet, but even so, I felt terribly
exposed and vulnerable sitting right next to him with so much bare skin
showing.

   When we got to the restaurant, he parked out in front.  I carefully held
the sides of the poncho together as we made our way in.  Luckily, the staff
was there, and they had my suitcase with my bus tickets and everything.  I
was so relieved!  I thanked them, and then we brought the suitcase back out
to the car, as I puzzled over where I could change.  I guess I could have
asked them in the restaurant if I could use their washroom, but for some
reason, I was worried that it might have seemed a bit strange going in in a
poncho and coming out in a completely different outfit.

   "Do you want me to drop you off at the bus station?" Russell asked, a
hint of a smile on his lips.

   "Here.  Just let me check the bus schedule." I shivered a bit from the
breeze as I keyed away on my phone.  "The next train to Oceanview isn't for
another three hours," I informed him.

   "If you'd like, I can take you back to the house.  It will be warmer
there."

   I studied his face, trying once again to tell if he suspected that I was
naked.

   "Um, yeah, if you don't mind, could we go back to your place?  I have to
give this back to you," I said gesturing at the poncho, "and it's probably
better if I get changed there." Oh oh.  I hope that didn't sound
suspicious. I hid my worry by walking around the passenger side of the car,
so he wouldn't be able to see my face.  I sure hope I'm not blushing.  I
got into the front seat again, but straightened the poncho, so he wouldn't
be able to see in this time.

   As we drove back, Russell turned away from the wooded side road that led
down to his chalet onto a more open winding road that headed further up the
mountain.

   "Here.  Since we have some time now, there's something I want to show
you."

   My heart sped up at this sudden change of course.  Where was he taking
me?  Soon though, he pulled into a small roadside parking lot overlooking
the town down in the valley below.

   "What is this?"

   "It's just a lookout.  I thought you might like the view," he smiled,
still not letting on if he knew my secret.  He got his camera out of the
back seat, and then went over to the edge to take some pictures.  I
cautiously got out of the car, but the wind was quite strong this high up,
and kept blowing my poncho all over.  As if that wasn't bad enough, there
was a truck parked nearby, and the driver had gotten out to take a look.  A
whole stream of cars was driving by on the highway behind us.

   I paused behind the car trying to figure out a way to hold my poncho
down, but it kept billowing up exposing my bare bottom to the cars driving
by.  This is crazy.  What on earth am I doing out here anyway?  If I had
any sense, I would get back into the car.  One good thing though was that
none of the cars going by seemed to be slowing down to look at me.  I guess
partly the long truck was in the way, and probably the drivers were
concentrating on the road, I reassured myself.

   Russell was standing at the railing, and motioned for me to come join
him.  I searched his face, trying to understand what he was planning.  Was
this his way of trying to get me to pose naked for him?  To tell you the
truth, I didn't mind Russell seeing me so much, but a bigger problem was
the truck driver.  He was standing a little ways off, but probably close
enough to see me if my poncho flipped up.  Beyond him, there even seemed to
be a few more tourists standing at the rails.

   I stood there debating what to do for the longest time.  Russell looked
over at the truck driver as well, realizing that he was the reason I was
reluctant to come out from behind the car.  It looked to me like the truck
driver had his back to us, gazing out at the panorama the other way.

   Clearly, I would be taking a terrible risk, but on the other hand,
Russell had been so kind these last two days, I almost felt like I should
try to repay him somehow.  Also, if I'm going to go through with this, I'd
better move quickly.  I knew from experience that the longer we stayed out
here, the greater the chance that someone might notice me and my less than
modest attire.

   I clutched the sides of the poncho trying to hold it together, and
cautiously stepped out from behind the car.  The truck driver was still
facing the other way, but that wouldn't last forever.  Russell examined my
outfit, his eyes beaming with curiosity.

   Once I reached the railing, he began snapping pictures of me.  I tried
my best to pose, but after he'd got a couple of shots, I turned to see what
the truck driver was doing.  Luckily, he still had his back to us, and was
circling around towards his truck parked behind our car.

   Russell motioned for me to let go of the poncho, clearly wanting me to
show him what was underneath.  Even if he didn't know for sure that I was
naked, he still had seen my bare legs and hips, even the curve of my bare
behind.  I played coy, desperately trying to hold the poncho down, but the
wind was quite strong, and blowing it up all over the place.  Caught up in
the moment, I finally let go, and watched his reaction, as my pussy came
into view.  His eyes opened wide in shock, and I could tell from the way he
was smiling that he was pleased.  For my part, I was getting terribly
excited, and could feel an orgasm coming on.

   Over by the railing, the wind was blowing quite strongly causing the
poncho to ripple upward out of control.  I guess that was making it hard
for Russell to take good pictures because he came up to me, and motioned
for me to take the poncho off.  With the truck driver and other tourists so
nearby, I wasn't sure if that was such a good idea, but we didn't have much
time, so I finally pulled the poncho off, and handed it to him.  At first,
I felt terribly embarrassed to be out there in the nude, and hid from the
cars behind the marker stone, but once I was sure that the truck driver was
still looking the other way, I walked down the railing a little ways,
striking sexy poses, savoring the feeling of being buck naked in such a
public place in broad daylight.

   Russell seemed nervous though, and soon signaled that he'd gotten enough
shots.  I walked back to the car naked, realizing far too late that the
truck driver had noticed me, and was now standing right behind our car
checking me out.  I hurried to get into the car, but Russell stopped me.

   "Wait!  Let me just get a few last shots of you by the car."

   The truck driver was just a few yards away, staring straight at me, but
I guess that's what Russell wanted - to get pictures of me flashing this
tall rugged stranger.  He got me to twirl around, and show them my
backside, and I swear I was getting so excited it wasn't even funny.

   "Wave to him," Russell instructed.  I felt so silly standing out here
stark naked, letting them ogle me, but I did as I was told, and waved.  The
guy gave me a toothy grin, obviously impressed with my body.  I finally got
inside the car, doing my seatbelt up in a vain effort to cover up.  Russell
came around to the driver's side, staring in wonder at my naked body as he
got in.  I looked down at the wispy strands of my black pubic hair,
bewildered and excited by my own daring.  Only after he'd savored the view
for a few moments did Russell finally hand me my poncho.  I pulled it up
against me covering my breasts and pussy, but I couldn't really put it on
with my seat belt on.  I glanced around trying to find the truck driver,
worried that he still might be watching.

   Russell started the car, and backed out, so we could get back on the
highway.  The truck driver came up trying to get a better look at me
through the car window.  Russell finally pulled out onto the highway, and
we were away.  I was glad to be away from the truck driver, but my heart
was still beating away like a jackhammer.  I knew what I had done was wrong
on oh so many levels, but I felt so alive, so exhilarated.  Russell glanced
over, a bit surprised that I hadn't gotten back dressed yet.

   "Aren't you going to put on the poncho?" he asked nervously.  I'd seen
this kind of reaction before in my boyfriend Ryosuke.  He was the one who'd
always push me into stripping naked, but then he'd get all worried about
people seeing us.

   "Um yeah.  I guess you're right," I mouthed all out of breath.  I was
trying my best to hide it, but to tell the truth, at that moment, I was
just so turned on that getting dressed was the last thing from my mind. 
Even so, it just wouldn't do for him to find out what a naughty girl I
actually was.  If word of this got back to my parents, they'd hit the roof
for sure.

   I pulled the poncho away from me, exposing my breasts, on the pretense
of mulling over how to get it on.  Russell was trying to keep his eyes on
the road, but he kept glancing over this way, obviously fascinated by my
naked body.  He was so bothered by the situation that he'd broken out into
a cold sweat, and seemed agitated.  It slowly dawned on me that he must
feel even guiltier than I did for luring the innocent (?) young daughter of
his college friend into doing such a terrible thing.  That was a big
relief. I'd been a little worried that he might be trying to bed me, but it
didn't look that way.

   Mulling over the situation, I began to wonder if I could press my luck a
little further.  I knew it was risky, but frankly I was too worked up to
just quit.  In one quick movement, I pushed the poncho aside, and undid my
seatbelt.  Gauging the angle of view of the drivers in the oncoming cars,
it seemed likely that all they could really see were my head and bare
shoulders.  There wasn't much room to maneuver, but using my arms as
anchors, I finally managed to turn myself around, and get my knees up onto
the seat, and lean over the seat back into the back seat.  It was hard to
tell for certain, but I'm pretty sure that this raised my body above the
level of the dashboard, so that the oncoming drivers could see my bare
bottom and arched torso.  Actually, it didn't really matter if they could
see me or not; just the thought that I was exposing myself was enough to
send me reeling upward towards orgasm.

   "Emi!  What on earth are you doing?" Russell cried out.  Playfully, I
turned towards him, doing my best to give him a better view of my pussy. 
"Emi!  Emi.  Get down!"

   "I'm just trying to get my suitcase," I explained.  "Where is it?"

   "It's in the trunk.  Now get down from there."

   "Oh," I gulped.  I guess I knew that he would probably have put it in
the trunk, but anyway, I was looking for some excuse to flash him and the
other drivers.  Even though my excuse was no longer useable, I stayed there
for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of exposing my naked body to all
these guys driving by.  Lord knows I'd never see any of them again.

   Eventually, I got down, and sat in my seat.  I was so excited my breasts
had swollen right up almost to the size of some of the blonde models from
his pictures.  Russell had noticed too, and seemed quite distracted to have
me right next to him, headlights all ablaze.

   "Could you stop the car, so we can get my clothes from my suitcase?" I
asked, coyly.

   "Why don't you just put the poncho back on till we get home?"

   I looked down at it, not really so interested in putting it on.

   "Oh please Russell.  Pull over.  I want my own clothes!"

   He looked at me, peeved, now quite sure if I was deliberately teasing
him, but he eventually, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and
stopped.  He got out to go fetch my suitcase, but unable to resist, I got
out of the car too, and walked around behind the car in full view of the
passing drivers.  It was a little windy, which took the edge off my lust a
little, but even so, it was still quite a thrill to be out here buck naked
with all these guys driving by.

   I kept my back to the oncoming traffic, so they wouldn't be able to see
my face, but it was pretty clear that some of the drivers were slowing down
as soon as they saw me.  The highway was quite busy though making it hard
for them to stop, so they all just ended up passing right by only getting a
momentary glimpse of my bare behind.

   We finally got my suitcase open.  I pulled out a cream cashmere sweater,
and pulled it on.  Russell frantically pawed through my clothes looking for
something I could wear to cover my lower half.  I just stood there, amused
to see him in such a panic.  I tilted my hips to the side threatening to
show my pussy to the oncoming traffic, but Russell had finally found a
skirt, and pulled it out pleading with me to put it on.  I did, but I felt
distinctly frustrated to have my fun and games interrupted.  Anyway, I
eventually got back into the car, and we headed out before anything else
happened.

   Unfortunately, my little stunt had probably 'blown my cover.' Now he
knew for sure about my tendencies.  I was now quite worried that he might
tell my parents.  After he pulled into his driveway, I gave him my best
puppy dog face, pleading for him not to tell.

   "What?" he asked blandly, still a bit anxious about the whole situation.

   "Swear you won't tell anyone!" I implored.

   "What?" he repeated, avoiding my gaze.

   "Promise me you won't tell anyone."

   He covered his eyes with his hands, still a bit in shock I guess at my
transformation from his friend's shy daughter into this brazen nude
goddess.

   "Russell!" I squealed.

   "OK, OK.  I won't tell anyone," he finally agreed.  "I can't believe you
did that!"

   "You were the one who asked me to pose nude for you."

   He didn't seem so keen to accept the blame for corrupting me, but I
guess he realized he had egged me on.  We talked over the situation, and he
agreed to hide the photographs, and not show them to anyone.  If I wanted
copies though, I'd have to come back here to visit, and I wasn't quite sure
what to do.  After he drove me to the bus station, we kind of left it up in
the air about whether we would meet again.  It'd been a strange trip, but
anyway, one thing that had come out of it was I became more interested in
modeling.
   Emi Tsuruta http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/ 

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