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Date: Tue, 03 Jan 2012 05:10:01 -0500
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Caught!  By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

   This happened when I was in my junior year at Oceanview U.  here in
California.  I was just sitting in class, listening to the prof and taking
notes, when I notice these two blonde Anglo-American boys looking back up
at me, and whispering.

   "Hey, isn't that the girl from the video?"

   Video?  What video?  My first reaction was to look behind me to see if
there was some other girl who'd been in some kind of video on YouTube or
whatever.  Before I could find this video actress though, I hear the other
guy whisper back,

   "I don't know.  If it is, she sure looks different with her clothes on."

   I did my best to keep a straight face, but to tell you the truth, a
shiver ran up my spine.  Oh no!  There was no mistaking that part.  There
probably aren't any other girls in this class who wander around naked near
campus, so I instantly thought that they must be talking about me.  But
what 'video' is it they're talking about?  Surely not the one my boyfriend
Ryosuke made.  I probably told you about this before, but the morning
before we headed out to visit our friends Kiyomi and Eden near San
Francisco, Ryosuke borrowed a camcorder from school, and made a video of me
fooling around bottomless on the doorstep of my host mom Loretta's house!
We're pretty sure that Eden saw that video, but how would these guys get
it? It must be some other video, but when on earth had I been videoed? 
This can't be good.

   My friend Satomi, who was sitting next to me, nudged my shoulder,
jarring me out of my reverie.  The prof noticed the two boys turned around
looking at me, and cleared his throat to get them to face front.  I smiled
at the prof, but actually, I had other problems to worry about now.  What
is this video they're talking about, and who all has seen it?

   That night when I got back home, I started scouring the internet for a
video with me in it.  I tried searching for all kinds of keywords: Japanese
girl, Oceanview, SoCal, nude beach...  everything I could think of.  I
didn't really know where to find this kind of thing, so I ended up phoning
my boyfriend Ryosuke.  He had hidden away the video and all his photos of
me in a box with a lock, so he didn't think this video came from him.  He
looked around on the internet too, but in the end, neither of us could find
any videos with me in them.  That was a relief, but that still didn't solve
the question of where their video came from.

   Next, we had to switch to plan B.  In the college cafeteria, I pointed
out the two boys to Ryosuke, and he tried to figure out if we had any
mutual acquaintances with them.  Apparently, their names were Roger and
Ryan, and they belonged to the university sailing team.  Unfortunately,
that didn't help us much because we didn't really know any of the other
members of the team.  Eventually, we found out that Ryosuke's Mexican
computer pal Manuel worked for the university audiovisual center, and that
he knew Roger and Ryan because they'd borrowed camcorders from him before.
I actually wasn't so keen on sending Manuel to get a copy of the video
because that would mean he would see it too, but anyway, we didn't know for
sure if it was me in the video, and even if it was, Ryosuke assured me that
we could trust Manuel not to show it to anyone.  I didn't really know
Manuel all that well, but he and Ryosuke were pretty close because they
were always doing computer stuff together.  Eventually, I agreed to let
Manuel in on the whole thing.

   Weeks went by, and we didn't hear anything, and then one day, Ryosuke
phones me up saying that he'd finally gotten a copy of the video. 
Apparently, Roger and Ryan initially denied having any secret videos, but
they kept coming back to the AV centre to borrow camcorders from Manuel, so
it was kind of obvious that they were videoing something.  I was relieved
that we'd finally get to see this, but I was also quite worried about what
it might be of.

   Then, one night after school, Ryosuke had me over to his house to watch
the video.  In some ways, it was much worse than I'd thought.  It was me
alright and Satomi at the beach.  Luckily, I was wearing these big dark
sunglasses in the video, so it would be harder for people to tell it was
me. Someone must have stumbled on Satomi and me, and followed us when we
went to get changed.  It wasn't even the nude beach - it was the main
textile beach - although we had walked down to the end where there were
fewer people.  I'd taken a look around before we started changing, but from
the video it looked like the cameraman had used some kind of zoom lens from
a distance, so I hadn't realized anyone was there.  I admit that it was an
incredibly silly thing to do, getting changed out in the open like that.  I
vaguely remember hearing voices not far off, but for some reason, I really
thought that no one had seen us getting changed.

   Sitting there watching this, I felt really upset.  Ryosuke had seen me
naked before, of course, but now Roger and Ryan had too, and almost
certainly Manuel!  Oh god.  I should have been more careful!

   Fortunately, the video is kind of unsteady, and there are tree branches
and leaves blocking the view.  The cameraman, whoever he was, must have
been nervous and excited to have caught Satomi and me changing like that. I
was so sure that no one was watching us though that I took off my poncho
and shorts, and stood there bottomless holding the towel for Satomi while
she got changed.  The cameraman zooms in on my bare behind, and even
managed to get a shot of Satomi naked when I moved the towel.  Fortunately,
in class, Roger and Ryan didn't seem to recognize Satomi at all.  I guess
she doesn't really look like the kind of girl who would get naked outdoors.

   Luckily, we heard a car coming after that, and rushed to get dressed
into our bikinis, but I was wearing platform sandals, and even in my bikini
I looked so hot.  As we come out of the thicket of trees, the video pans
down, and suddenly, I remember.  That was the day that Doug from our
Anthropology class came, and hit on us.  I remember this because he
introduced us to a guy named Marv, who lived nearby, and they invited us to
come check out Marv's hot tub.  Doug couldn't be the cameraman though
because later on he's in the video, talking to me when Satomi and I went to
buy a hot dog.  Marv doesn't appear in the video, so maybe he was the
mystery cameraman!

   Up until then, Ryosuke had been pretty quiet, trying to look sympathetic
to my plight, even though I could tell he was getting a kick out of
watching me flit around in my bare scuddy.  Now though he looked a bit
uncomfortable because here I was standing in line with Satomi getting hit
on by Doug, when if you look pretty carefully, you can tell I'm not wearing
anything under my poncho.  Oops!  I swear I really didn't think anyone was
watching us, much less videotaping my scampering around half naked.  You
can kind of tell I'm enjoying being naked, a secret I didn't really want
anyone to know.  Fortunately, I turned Doug down, but in the video you see
him giving me his phone number, and then Satomi and I laughing as he walks
away.

   After that, I don't appear in the video anymore, but there are shots of
other girls in their bikinis.  Satomi and I seem to be the only ones they
caught naked.  I wonder how many people have seen this.  Marv, Doug, Roger,
Ryan, Manuel?  Who else?  Then again, Roger and Ryan don't seem to know
it's me, so maybe the cameraman wasn't Marv after all.  I don't remember
seeing him carrying a camcorder that day although I could be wrong.  There
was a lot going on that day, and I wasn't really paying all that close
attention to Marv.

   Anyway, the next time I saw Doug at school, I probed his eyes looking
for a hint of guilt, but he didn't really react at all, so I don't think he
was involved.  Roger and Ryan seemed to have come to the conclusion that
the girl in the video was not me.  I still haven't seen Marv yet, so
basically, I don't know what really happened.  After that though, I became
more careful, and stopped fooling around outside for a while.

   Then, not too long after that, I was sitting in the common room of
Satomi's dorm one night.  A guy named Graeme came in, and recognized me.  I
did remember him.  We'd met during Orientation when I was just a freshman.
He was from Australia, and like me, a long way from home, so I guess we
kind of hung around together a bit that first week.  I think he was
studying English literature, but I don't think we've ever had a class
together.  Anyway, it turns out that he remembers me...  or rather this one
party we went to together.  He starts talking up a storm asking if I
remember this girl we saw at the Orientation Dance that year.  At first, I
didn't know who he was talking about, but then he says she was up on one of
the side stages, and stripped off her clothes during one dance number.

   I'd almost completely forgotten about this, but once I'd thought about
it, I started to remember.  She was kind of pretty with sandy light brown
hair, sort of British-looking.  She danced - buck naked - all packed in
with these other girls up on the stage.  At the time, I was kind of
surprised that she was willing to strip naked with so many people there. 
She had made an even bigger impression on Graeme though, because
apparently, he'd been looking for her ever since, and only recently,
happened to bump into her out on the street somewhere.

   As he is telling me all this, I'm trying very hard to keep a straight
face.  I want very much to meet this woman, because clearly we have a lot
in common, but I can't just come out, and ask Graeme about her without some
kind of explanation.  I tried to be subtle, asking if he was going to see
her again.  He says he got her phone number, but now he's too embarrassed
to call.  The problem is - and I can understand this completely - he can't
just come out, and say "Are you that girl I saw naked at Orientation?"

   Seeing a way to solve both of our problems, I offer to phone in his
place, and set up a meeting.  He says her name is Crystal, but beyond that,
neither of us knew much about her.  It turned out that she didn't even go
to Oceanview U., but was just in town visiting friends for Orientation. 
Her area code was a San Francisco number.  It figures.  I hadn't really
visited San Fran so much, but from what I'd heard, it seems like some of
the people up there are a bit wilder than people in Oceanview.

   Anyway, I exchanged numbers with Graeme, and told him I'll call him once
I'd gotten through to Crystal.  That weekend, I asked Loretta if I could
make a long distance call, and phoned Crystal from the safety of my room.
Crystal sounded normal enough, not wild at all.  She'd graduated from
Berkeley, and was working in San Fran.  Luckily, she had fond memories of
her visits to Oceanview, and agreed to meet Graeme and me for coffee in San
Fran.  This wasn't exactly what I wanted.  For one thing, it meant we'd
have to go up there, and perhaps stay the night because it's pretty far
from Oceanview.  Also, I knew it was going to be hard to ask her about that
night with Graeme there, but anyway, it was a chance to meet her.  We can
take things from there.

   Anyway, I told Satomi I was going to San Francisco with Graeme, and she
of course got all concerned about why I'm going on this trip with a strange
man whom I barely know.  I guess I could ask Kiyomi if we could stay with
her and Eden, but I thought that might be asking for trouble given my
history with Eden, so after consulting with Graeme, we decided to book a
night in one of San Fran's youth hostels.  I just told Ryosuke I was busy
on the weekend, and didn't explain why.  Luckily, Ryosuke was working
anyway, so that worked out well.

   The next Saturday morning, I met up with Graeme, and we took the train
up to San Francisco.  Graeme and I still had this outsider rapport going,
both having been born outside the U.S., but actually, he seemed a bit
confused as to why I was tagging along with him to meet Crystal.  I guess
he thought maybe I was interested in him romantically, or I was just a
busybody helping him out.  Graeme seemed like a nice enough guy I guess,
but the real truth was I was dying to meet Crystal, and find out if she was
the same as me.  I don't know that many exhibitionists - at least not
people who admit to being one.

   Anyway, we ended up in this weird coffee shop that smelled like incense
with red walls and an Anglo-American server girl in a Chinese dragon lady
dress.  I'm pretty sure the waitress was a 'butch dyke' (my apologies if
that's the wrong term), but when Crystal showed up she was dressed in a
navy business blazer and knee length skirt - on break from work apparently.
Graeme was trying desperately to connect with her, but his excitement was
making him nervous, and Crystal was just being polite, not knowing quite
what to make of the two of us.  I realized that she was about to excuse
herself, and head back to work, but luckily, Graeme headed off to the
washroom, giving me a chance to talk to her.  I grabbed her by the arm to
get her to listen.

   "Um, Crystal, there's something I really want to ask you."

   "Um, yeah, what?" she replied, a bit surprised.

   "Do you remember that Orientation dance?  It was in the Globe Theater
right next to the residences."

   "Um, I went to a few different parties that week.  I don't..."

   From the vaguely fearful look in her eye, I could tell she knew exactly
what I was talking about.  I very much doubted that she goes around
stripping naked at a whole bunch of different parties.  There was something
about that night, that atmosphere.  She was away from San Fran, away from
Berkeley, and wanted to blow off some steam.  There was a whole bunch of
girls together with her up on the side stage.  Maybe some of them were her
friends.  The guys were down on the dance floor a bit farther off.  The
strobe lights kept flashing on and off, different colors, and there was
theatrical smoke in the air, making it a bit hard to see.  Almost everyone
had been drinking, so she was probably pretty drunk.  She caught my eye
though when she started to strip, first her top and skirt, and eventually
her bra and panties as well.  No matter how dark and smoky it was, it was
hard to miss that.  Her naked body looked beautiful.  Her pubic hair was
light brown just like the hair on her head.  She looked happy, joyful... 
ecstatic even.

   "Listen, we don't have much time.  I just wanted to tell you that I know
what you did that night, and I know exactly how you feel.  I've done some
pretty crazy things myself..."

   There was this brief flash of recognition, but then her eyes went blank
again.

   "I really don't know what you are talking about..."

   I glanced over at the counter, and our lesbian waitress was staring at
me, this knowing look in her eye.  Oh, for heaven's sake, I'm not a
lesbian, I wanted to tell her.

   Unfortunately, then, Graeme came back, and I lost my chance.  Crystal
made her excuses, and got out of there in quite a rush.  I guess my
confronting her like that must have made her uneasy.  Graeme looked kind of
disappointed too that our meeting hadn't gone better.

   Anyway, Graeme and I headed up to the hostel, both feeling a bit
dejected.  My early run-in with the video incident made me acutely aware of
how worrying it can be when you think you've been found out.  I could
understand well why she was being so cautious especially since it looked
like she had a serious job now.

   After we'd dropped off our bags at the hostel, Graeme and I went to a
seafood restaurant nearby.  He thanked me for helping him, but finally
asked,

   "Why'd you come all this way?"

   "I think I know how Crystal feels," I began.

   "What do you mean?"

   I looked at him, wondering briefly whether I should tell him about my
'tendencies,' but couldn't get up the nerve.

   "She doesn't know anything about you and me.  We are just two complete
strangers who saw her that night.  Of course, we remember her, but she
doesn't know us from Adam.  And she's worried too I guess.  Are we police?
Are we there to harm her?"

   "I would never hurt her," Graeme protested.  "She seems sweet... 
innocent even."

   I had a certain sympathy with Graeme too.  He was attracted to Crystal
despite her exhibitionism, maybe even because of it.  He seemed like a
trustworthy guy.

   "Maybe she is innocent.  Maybe she doesn't usually do that kind of
thing."

   I was sure that Crystal was the girl from the dance, but I could tell
that Graeme was wavering.  I guess he felt betrayed, having built up this
image of this sexy vixen in his mind over the years, only to meet the
straight-laced Crystal in her business suit.  He couldn't understand how
she could have these two different sides to her.  I understood only too
well.  She reminded me of myself.

   Anyway, after supper, we headed back to the hostel.  It was actually
pretty nice, right in Golden Gate Park, not too far from the beach.  It was
a bit overcast though and fairly windy, so we decided to just hang around
in the hostel.  Graeme wanted to talk, mostly about that night and how he
yearned to meet the stripper girl again, but I wasn't really in the mood,
so I went off, had a shower, and then changed into my p.j.'s.  I came out
to the guest lounge to chat with Graeme some more.  When I came back out,
he was in this theater-like room watching TV.  I left to check my email,
and then said good night, and headed off for bed.

   I couldn't get the day's events off my mind though, so eventually I got
my cell phone out, wondering if I should give Crystal a call.  She didn't
seem all that keen on seeing us again, but maybe if I caught her at home, I
could make her understand.

   "Crystal?  Hi, it's Emi.  Thanks for meeting us today.  It was really
nice to see you again."

   "Um, Emi.  Listen.  I really think that you must have me mixed up with
someone else."

   "Really?  You look an awful lot like the girl I met three years ago.  I
don't think I'll ever forget the way she danced."

   The line went silent.  Crystal was obviously a bit distressed by the
whole situation, getting found out and all.

   "Listen.  Sorry.  I didn't mean that.  I wasn't trying to imply that you
are lying or anything."

   More silence.

   "Things are different up here in San Fran," I went on.  "I mean you have
all these different parades where people walk around naked..." I
deliberately lowered my voice when I said the word 'naked.' In my hostel
room, there were several bunk beds, and I'd seen a blonde woman wandering
around earlier, and was worried that she might be up in one of the beds.

   "In Oceanview, we have this nude beach, but actually I think public
nudity is illegal in L.A.  County..." I realize that I am completely
babbling now, desperately struggling to find some way to reassure her. 
"What were you doing in Oceanview that weekend anyway?" I asked.

   Crystal paused for a bit longer, but then finally spoke.

   "I'd already been to Berkeley Orientation, and I knew a few girls who
were going to Oceanview.  They just invited me to come down, and party..."
The last word caught in her throat, probably because she thought it might
give her away.

   "Yeah, you looked like you were having a good time..." I laughed.  She
didn't laugh with me, but I guess she had figured out that I knew the naked
dancer was her.

   "Is that true about the laws in L.A.  County?" she asked.

   "What?"

   "That public nudity is illegal?"

   I smiled at this.  I guess she hadn't even realized that what she had
done was wrong.

   "You're from San Fran originally?"

   "Yeah."

   "Yeah, it's true.  I don't know the details, but I'm pretty sure I saw
something like that on the web.  What about here?  Is it illegal?"

   "No, it isn't.  I mean they were talking about introducing some kind of
bylaw about not being able to go into stores or restaurants naked."

   I laughed.

   "Even with our nude beach and everything, the attitudes in Oceanview are
pretty strict.  I mean I've never had any run-ins with the police or
anything...," I explained, lowering my voice again.  I wonder if I should
even be telling her any of this.  It seemed so dangerous...

   "The police?  What do you mean?"

   I had to decide whether I should tell her everything or not.  Surely if
there was anyone who could understand it would be her.

   "Um, you know.  Like I mean them discovering me some place..."

   "Discovering you?" Crystal seemed determined to play dumb, and coax me
into saying it.

   "Well, I don't know.  Like that night with you dancing on the stage.  If
the dean's wife had stopped in, and seen you, I think she would have called
the police..."

   Crystal went silent again, evidently wondering how to respond to that.
She clearly didn't want to admit that she'd stripped naked that night, but
obviously, I knew, and recognized her, so there was little point in denying
it.

   "Do you do things like that?" she countered, without saying what 'that'
was.

   "Not in front of so many people.  And not on purpose," I stated
matter-of-factly as if that somehow made it alright.  She pondered that a
bit longer.

   "Listen, Emi.  It's getting kind of late..."

   "I have a question for you.  When you say it's not illegal to walk
around naked in San Francisco, does that mean you can just wander around
outside on the street naked?" As soon as I said this, I regretted it, but I
was so excited to finally have someone to talk with this about, I was
getting ahead of myself.

   "No, it's nothing like that.  A beautiful young girl like yourself can't
just wander around naked all the time.  There are rules, social norms..."

   Even though I could hear what she was saying, I was still getting very
excited at the possibilities.  All my life I'd lived in fear of getting
caught, but now I was in a place where it was actually OK to be naked.

   "Wow!  That's so cool!" I burbled.

   "Emi!  Did you even hear what I said?"

   "I heard you.  I heard you.  I know.  I'm just saying that it must be
cool to live in a place like that - to be able to get naked anytime,
anywhere." In my excitement, I'd raised my voice a bit, but then I heard
this rustling from one of the beds above.  So that blonde woman I'd seen
earlier was here.  Had she heard me?

   "Listen, Crystal.  I'd better go, but could we talk more some other
time? There's so much I want to ask you..."

   "Emi, I...  um...  I'm not..."

   "I know.  Don't worry.  I just want to chat, nothing so serious.  Would
that be OK?"

   "Emi, like I said, I'm a little bit worried that you've gotten the wrong
idea..."

   I couldn't help feeling disappointed.  I was so sure that deep down she
was an exhibitionist just like me, but no matter what I said, I couldn't
get her to admit it.

   "Anyway, I guess, we can talk again some time," she finally relented. 
"But whatever you do, promise me you'll be careful."

   "Yeah, don't worry.  I'll be fine.  Next time we talk, I'll tell you all
about it."

   Anyway, we finally said goodbye, and hung up.  The woman in the other
bunk had gone quiet again, so maybe she was asleep, and hadn't heard me
after all.  I lay there on the bed for a while, contemplating what Crystal
had said.  It's legal to walk around outside naked here.  Wow!  That would
be something.  I've always wanted to try something like that.

   I reached down the front of my pajama top, and pulled out my lucky
locket.  Ryosuke had given it to me a long time ago as a kind of good luck
charm.  I opened it up, and looked at the picture for a moment, but then
shut it again, and pushed it back down the front of my top.  For some
reason, it always seemed to protect me from harm, no matter what I'm doing.
I wonder...  I'm in San Francisco.  Should I?  Dare I take the chance?

   The more I lay there though, the more excited I got.  It's a bit hard to
explain.  I was just in such awe...  at Crystal, at San Fran.  This youth
hostel seemed much like other ones I'd been to.  It was actually quite
nice, but the difference was here it might actually be OK to walk around
naked.  It seemed so strange, so hard to believe, but I couldn't get that
thought out of my mind.  I wonder if Graeme has gone to bed yet.

   Reaching down, I slid my hands inside my p.j.  bottoms and panties,
trying to push them down.  The drawstring was too tight though, so I had to
undo it first.  My fingers frantically fumbled with the knot.  It's hard to
explain why, but I was getting more and more impatient, the longer this
took.  I tugged, and tugged on the strings of the bow, and finally managed
to pull it undone.  With one smooth motion, I pushed down my bottoms and
panties, luxuriating in the pleasure of feeling the sheets directly on my
naked skin.  Quickly, before I could change my mind, I sat up, and slid my
bare feet into my slippers.  Bunched up from lying down, my pajama top was
nowhere near long enough to cover my pussy or bare bottom, but here at
least, it probably didn't matter.  Then again Crystal had warned me to be
careful, but it was hard to resist the temptation to try.

   I cautiously looked up at the woman in the top bunk.  She seemed to be
asleep.  I softly tiptoed over to the door, and peeked out into the
hallway, trying to see if anyone else was around.  The feeling of the air
swirling around my private places was so tantalizing, so exquisite I was on
the edge of losing it, losing control.  Out here in the open, my common
sense finally kicked in, and I pulled the tails of my night blouse down to
cover up my pussy and rear.  There didn't seem to be anyone in the hall,
but I can't just walk out there with my pussy on display.  Can I?

   The room I was staying in was for women, but just across the hall there
were two more bedrooms where Graeme and other guys were staying.  I
couldn't really hear much noise coming from those rooms except for a bit of
snoring.  I didn't think Graeme had gone to bed yet.  He was probably down
in the TV room closer to the other end of the building.  I kind of wanted
to get to one of the computers to check if what Crystal had said about the
nudity laws here was true.  Unfortunately, the computers were quite some
distance down the hall, probably past the TV room even.

   I stood there debating whether to put my p.j.  bottoms back on, but
finally decided to chance it.  The floor was linoleum I think and a bit
cold on my bare feet, but that was the least of my worries.  I cautiously
peered out from the enclosure where the bedrooms are to the next hall where
the glass doors to the patio were.  It was dark outside, but you could see
the streetlights from outside shining in.  The next area was the guest
dining room, but luckily, there was no one there.  I brushed my fingers
against my bare buttocks confirming that my p.j.  top was far too short to
be wandering around in public in.  My breasts had snapped to attention from
the excitement, pulling the hem up further, exposing my pubic hair in the
front.  I held my hand in front of my pussy trying to hide it, but if
anyone did see me it would be obvious I was naked from the waist down.  I
sure hope Crystal is right about this.

   I sprinted past the door of the TV room, and slid into this big black
leather chair in front of one of the computers in the hall.  I could hear
the TV, but anyway, the people in that room were all facing the other way,
so I don't think they noticed me.  The feeling of the cool leather on my
bare bottom was driving me crazy though, and the computer was taking
forever to boot up.  I gently dabbed at my hello kitty, but it was so
sensitive it sent a shockwave of pleasure rippling through my whole body.
Oh god.  What am I doing out here?  This is crazy!

   Anyway, I finally got the computer going, and typed "public nudity laws
San Francisco" into a search engine.  I didn't really have time to read it
all, but anyway, as far as I could see, San Fran had stopped enforcing
nudity laws in 2008, and were only now discussing the possibility of
imposing new restrictions.  Wow!  She was right!

   Even so, I was just too nervous to stay out here any longer.  I tried to
figure out how to erase the history on the browser, and then once I'd done
that, I shut the computer back down.  For some reason though, perhaps from
all the excitement, I'd lost my nerve.  I hesitated for the longest time,
not wanting to wander past the door of the TV room again, worried that they
might see me.  I couldn't just stay out here though, so I finally made a
run for it, dashing all the way down the hall back to my room, and closing
the door behind me.  I was still quite nervous about waking up the blonde
woman, but I eventually managed to tiptoe over to my bed, and get under the
covers.  To tell you the truth, I wanted to do more, maybe go outside even,
but the stress was too much.  I guess I'll have to come back here some
other day, and try this all again.

   The next morning I got up early, and had a shower, but the bravest I
could manage was to go to breakfast in my p.j.  top and white cotton
panties.  There were lots of people in the cafe, but no one seemed to think
it all that strange that I was dressed like that.

   After breakfast, Graeme and I stopped in the guest lounge to take a peek
at the newspaper.  I curled up on one of the love seats, pulling up my legs
to give Graeme a peek at the crotch of my panties.  I'll admit to teasing
him a bit, asking him to again describe how he felt when he had seen
Crystal dancing naked that night.  He hemmed and hawed avoiding the
question, so using the newspaper as cover, I carefully undid the buttons on
my top, half intending to let him have a peek at my tits if I could get him
to admit to being interested in me.  He was remarkably cautious though, not
really understanding what I was up to, so eventually, we ended up going
back to our rooms to get ready to check out.

   There was no one in my room, so I stripped naked.  I really wanted to go
out into the hallway that way, and maybe peek in to say hi to Graeme, but I
couldn't for the life of me think of any excuse that would make sense.  I
ended up getting back dressed, and then after we checked out, heading to
the train station to go back to Oceanview.

   I haven't really seen Graeme that much since then, but I did see Crystal
again.  I'll tell you all about that another time.
   Emi Tsuruta http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/ 

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