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From: donsgordon@yahoo.co.jp (Donald S. Gordon)
Subject: {ASSM} Year Away Part 3 {Don Gordon} (Mf, exhib)
Date: Mon,  4 Nov 2002 19:10:06 -0500
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Year away Part 3

The story so far: I'm a 23-year old American who's just finishing up a
one year work stint in Japan as an English teacher in a small town on
the coast not far from Tokyo.  Here I was all set to go home, when
suddenly one morning, one of my students, a cute girl named Ai, gives
me a peek under her skirt.  She's going commando, and it turns out she
is doing it to get me to stay another year.  Problem is I've got a
girlfriend back in the States, Elise, but anyway, I got so worked up
about the whole thing, I caught the flu, and ended up taking time off
work.  The next morning Ai shows up at my flat, starts cooking for me,
doing my laundry and generally driving me wild with desire by teasing
me with her body.  Where I left off last time, she had just gone off
to check in on her grandfather who lives nearby.


Around suppertime, she showed up again with more groceries, which she
finally let me pay her for.  She cooked another great meal.  Under her
care, I was starting to feel much better.  After supper, she got out
her English textbooks, and worked on her homework asking me questions
every once in a while.  Before I knew it, it was getting pretty late.

"Hadn't you better be getting home?"

"That's OK.  I already phoned my parents.  I told them I was staying
with Asuka."  I didn't know that much about Asuka, but apparently the
two of them were good friends.  According to Ai, Asuka had been going
out with the same boy for quite some time.  She was apparently the one
who had told Ai that 'going commando' gets guys hot.  I was kind of
shocked by this.  I thought that most of the girls in our school were
quite shy and generally knew little about such things.  Asuka, it
turns out, was quite a font of little tidbits about handling guys.  I
wasn't used to being 'handled' although once I'd thought about it I
realized that Elise probably treats me the same way.  Elise, mind you,
always wears underwear.

"Can I take shower?" Ai asked.  The question caught me somewhat off
guard.  This was all starting to get a bit more serious than I had
hoped.  I appreciated all her help, but I had been expecting that at
some point she would head home.  Ai however had other ideas.  On the
other hand, it was kind of nice having her around, and if I ever get
my strength back, I'd like to... well, get to know her better or
whatever.  In any case, I didn't want to argue with her, so I lay back
down and mumbled,

"Uh yeah... OK... sure."

She looked happy.  She gathered up her stuff, and headed into the
washroom.  While she was in the shower, the doorbell rang.  I had no
idea who it was, so I just ignored it.  It rang again, and Ai came out
of the washroom dripping wet and clutching a towel in front of her.

"Who is it?" she whispered.  I shrugged.  She tiptoed over to the door
and peeked through the hole.  The towel she had grabbed was too small
to wrap around her, so her whole back was wide open.  She spread her
legs as she went up on tiptoe to see out.  Just below her butt cheeks
I could see this little black tuft of pubic hair dripping water.  Oh
lord, here we go again.

"It's old man wearing glasses ... probably NHK." The National TV
Broadcasting Network.  They came around every so often to collect a
twenty-dollar subsidy, sort of like a tax.  "You no want to pay?" she
asked me, glancing over her shoulder at me her legs wide apart and
bare bum sticking out.  Again I was finding it hard to concentrate on
the question given her provocative pose.

Unfortunately, he heard her voice, and called out,

"Konban wa.  NHK desu."

I reluctantly sat up, and looked around for my wallet.  Ai cautiously
unlocked the door, and opened it just wide enough to peek her head
out.

"Gomen nasai.  Oshiharai desu yo ne.  Ima motte mairimasu node,
shoushou omachi itadakemasu ka.  (Sorry.  You've come to collect the
subsidy, haven't you?  Just wait a minute and I'll bring it)."  Her
Japanese was so polite.  I wondered how she could be so calm standing
there virtually naked a few feet from a complete stranger.  She let go
of the door, expecting it to close, and came back to get the money.

The NHK man, understandably curious on seeing a soaking wet high
school girl answer the door, pushed it open further and further till
he could see Ai now standing with her bare back to him, still
clutching the small towel to her breast.  I gave her the money, and
she turned to run back to give it to him.  On seeing him standing
there wide-eyed in the doorway, a shocked look on his face, she
stumbled, and lost her grip on the towel.  It dropped to the floor,
leaving her standing there buck-naked shivering in the cool breeze
wafting in through the open door.

"Kyaaa!" she cried out scrambling to pick up the towel with her free
hand.  Her cheeks went bright red, but I couldn't help wondering if
she had half planned it to happen like this.  Her chest rose and fell
rapidly as she breathed in and out, but it looked to me like her
nipples had gone erect.

These old NHK fogeys are for their part quite a serious lot, but this
particular one was making no bones about staring right at poor Ai.
With the money in one hand, she vainly tried to straighten out the
towel across her front with the other.  She was so nervous that she
dropped the towel again.  Covering her pubus with her free hand, she
walked over to him, completely nude, and handed him the money, before
scurrying back to retrieve the towel.  She had this look of frantic
vulnerability on her face that for some reason I found intensely
arousing.  The NHK looked completely dumbstruck, but continued to
stare at Ai s she nervously spread the towel across her front.

"Ah, gomen nasai.  Shawaa wo abite iru tokoro deshita. (Sorry, I was
in the shower)," she explained her voice wavering.

The two of us stared at him, and he slowly came out of his stupor, and
realized he had to give us a receipt.  He was so rattled that his
hands shook as he tried to punch my name and such into his little
handheld receipt machine.  Ai had finally got the towel spread out
wide enough to cover both her breasts and pussy, but she was
shivering.

"Sukoshi samui desu. Doa wo shimete itadakemasu ka (It's a bit cold.
Would you mind shutting the door?)"

He looked left then right, unsure whether to stay in or go out, but
eventually opted to stay on the inside.  He kept looking over at Ai
nervously, but she continued to face him in order to hide her bare
bum.  Eventually he handed her the receipt, and excused himself.  As
soon as the door shut, Ai and I looked at each other and she broke out
laughing.  She started twirling the towel around above her head doing
this little dance.

"Aa, okashikatta (That was so funny).  You see his face?  Look so
surprised, ne?"  She started jumping up and down exulatantly, and
eventually jumped right over on on top of me knocking me back onto the
bed.  I knocked my head against the window sill, and looked at her
dazed as she gyrated her sexy little hips back and forth while
straddling me.  She noticed I was hurt, and leaned forward to kiss me
on the forehead.  Overcome with desire, I reached out to grab her, but
she managed to get away before I could.  She plopped her cute little
behind down on the step by the front door, and started to buckle up
her sandals.

"Ai, what?  Where are you going?"

She held up the towel.

"To get bigger towel.  Must be dry now."

"Ai!"

She stood up, holding the towel in one hand, and put the other on the
doorknob.

"Don't worry.  I be right back."  She peeked through the hole again,
and judging that the NHK man had gone, lifted the towel to cover her,
and carefully opened the door.  Her back, bum and legs were still
glistening with beads of water from the shower.  She stepped out very
cautiously at first, but then the door fell shut, and it was quiet.  I
was so worried that I got up, put on my house robe, and hurried out
after her.  It was pretty dark out, but some of my neighbours still
had their lights on.  A couple of blocks away, there was a major
street, and you could hear the cars.  My heart was pounding with
worry, but the cool night air helped me calm my lust.  I ran up to the
roof, and found her squatting down at the edge looking down at the
street.  She had already found one of my large towels and wrapped it
around her.  She looked over at me, her eyes wide and smiling.

"It's nice night," she murmured happily.  I squatted down next to her.
A gentle breeze tossed about the wisps of her long black hair.  She
looked rather beautiful outlined against the dark starry sky.

"Aren't you sleepy?" I asked.  She shut her eyes, pretending to go to
sleep, and then opened them again.

"OK, let's go back."

I looked at her as she walked on ahead, the large fuzzy towel wrapped
tightly around her.  I felt so confused.  One minute she was a crazed
little sex demon; the next, a calm and gentle young girl.  How could
the same girl pull all these crazy stunts?  It's a lucky thing the guy
from NHK didn't have a heart attack when she kept dropping the towel.
I swear I almost did.

We walked back to my room, and then she picked up her bag, and
disappeared into the washroom again.  When she came out, she was
wearing a long and fairly conservative nighty.  It looked like an
overly long t-shirt that went down almost to her ankles.  First the
jeans this afternoon, and now this.  It almost seemed like she dressed
pretty conservatively most of the time.  Sure, her school uniform was
pretty revealing, but that was standard issue.  All the girls had to
wear them.

I had a shower too, and when I came back out, she had spread two spare
futons from my closet on the floor.  It may seem strange, but I almost
felt relieved.  I had half expected her to jump into bed with me, but
in any case, I was still sick.  I got into my own bed.  She turned out
the lights and tucked herself in.

"Good night," she said cheerfully.  Soon she was fast asleep.  I lay
there watching her for a while, and then drifted off to sleep myself.

In the middle of the night, I heard some noise and woke up.  Ai came
out of the washroom and went over to my fridge.  Noticing I was awake,
she turned to me and announced,

"No more juice."

I was feeling a bit dehydrated myself, so I got up and had a look.  It
seemed we'd polished off all the stuff she'd bought that day.

"There's a twenty four hour convenience store, just down the way a
bit."

She got out her backpack, and started to put on her sandals.

"I can't have you walking around alone out there at this hour."

She turned and looked at me, her little chest rising and falling with
her breathing.  She clearly took this as an expression of affection on
my part, though this was not quite what I had intended.

"OK, OK, I'll go with you."

I fished out a pair of clean pants from my closet, but seeing her
watching me, I moved around the corner out of her view.  Christ, this
is silly.  I've seen her naked enough times.  Why am I hiding?  I got
my pants on when I noticed her peeking around the corner.  For some
reason I felt so embarrassed.

"Don't be shy.  You have nice body."

I took a deep breath.  Where was this all leading?  Ai and I were
growing closer all the time, and I was finding it harder and harder to
fight it.

When I was all changed, I went to the door to find her standing there
in her nighty, backpack and sandals.

"You're not going out like that, are you?"

"Unn! (=Yes)" she nodded and smiled as if it was the most natural
thing in the world to walk outside in one's pj's.

When we stepped outside, I noticed it was a bit cool out, so I went
back in and got her this navy hooded pullover I have.

"You better take this," I said handing it to her.  She giggled at my
gallantry, but dutifully put it on.  If she pulled it down, it would
almost cover her hips, but she left it up around her waist,
deliberately showing off her cute little behind.

We made it down to the convenience store, and went in.  It was lit up
so brightly inside it took a moment for my eyes to adjust.  As I got
used to the light, I slowly realized that Ai's nighty was hugging her
hips pretty tightly.  It wasn't exactly see-through, but you could
sort of tell where the crack of her bum ran.  It was pretty obvious
that she wasn't wearing any underwear.  I looked nervously over at the
cashier, but he wasn't really paying much attention to us.  Ai bent
over to take a close look at the drinks on the shelves, her little
heart-shaped ass sticking up in the air.  Nervously, I moved around
beside her to block the view from the counter.

She picked out some drinks and walked back to the counter.  Her nighty
was so tight she would wiggle forward with these short little steps
almost as if someone had tied her at the ankles, the way women in
kimono walk.  When I went to pay, the cashier looked at me somewhat
jealously.  I got the feeling he thought Ai was pretty cute.  He
stared at her breasts, which were sticking out as she struggled to
take her backpack off.

Once we were out of earshot, I went into teacher mode again.

"Don't tell me you're going commando again."

"Un? Commando, what's commando?"

"Oh you know, without underwear.  What did you call it again?  Nopan."

She smiled widely,

"Eee! 'Commando' to iu n da (Really?  So you call it 'commando').
Sure, I'm 'commando.'  I never wear panties to bed.  Do you?"

"Well, no, but that's not the point.  At least I got dressed before we
headed out."

She didn't seem at all convinced that this was a good thing.  We
walked down the road a bit and then she headed off away from my
apartment.

"Where are you going?"

"There's park this way.  Let's sit, drink in park."

I followed her down, and before too long we had come to a small wooded
park surrounded by houses and apartments.  I guess I'd been there
before, but was surprised she knew about it.  Not far from the
entrance, she found a small gazebo-like shelter with concrete blocks
to sit on.  She took out the juice, and a paper cup from her backpack
and poured me some, and then some for herself.  We both drank quietly
till our thirst had been quenched.

"Hey, look 'buranko.'  How do you say in English?"

"Swings."

She got up excitedly, ran over and sat down on one.

"Give me push."

I felt a bit self-conscious, but in any case, there was no one else in
the park, and for the most part, the trees shaded us from view of the
surrounding houses.  Everyone was probably asleep anyway.  I walked
over behind her and started to push.  I put my hands on her back at
first, but she didn't seem to like this and would just lean forward to
tease me.  I moved my hands further down and gently placed my fingers
on her waist just under where the pullover stopped.  The material of
her nighty was so thin I could almost feel her skin through it.  She
giggled playfully as I pushed her, and she kept trying to look over
her shoulder at me.

After a while, she got off, walked around behind the swing and tried
to stand up on the seat.  Her nighty was way too tight, so she could
barely lift one leg off the ground.  She bent over and lifted the long
hem up, first past her calves and knees and then almost all the way up
her thighs.  She stopped giggling and looked over at me to check my
reaction.  Still feeling self-conscious I could just muster a weak
grin.  She started looking around and I could tell she was up to
something.  There weren't any lights in the park, but the moon was
shining brightly.  The trees surrounding the park mostly had leaves on
them, but you could still make out the apartments beyond.

Not feeling safe, she walked over into the shade of the gazebo where
we'd been sitting.  The light was dimmer there, but I could still see
her holding on tightly to the hem of her nighty.  She looked over at
me, shifting nervously from foot to foot, clearly not having the nerve
to do what she was contemplating: take off her nighty.  The main worry
was the apartment building right behind us.  The lights all seemed to
be out, but it directly overlooked the park and you could sort of see
the balconies through the treetops.

I was going to advise her to stop when she suddenly squatted down in
the shadow of one of the cement blocks.  I couldn't see very well, so
I walked over towards her.

"Anybody watching?" her voice came softly through the darkness.  I
looked around, and before I knew it she had pulled the nighty and
pullover up over her head.  I moved closer.  I could scarcely believe
it.  There she was completely naked save her sandals in the middle of
this public park, frantically trying to untangle the pullover from the
nighty.  I moved my body to block the view from the park, and looked
around for signs of life.  She finally got her clothes apart, and
quickly pulled the pullover back over her head.  You could still seem
the round cheeks of her bottom sticking out from under the hem, but at
least she wasn't naked anymore.

She folded the nighty, put it in her bag and stood up.  Her eyes were
wide open, scanning the park for signs of people.  At first she didn't
fix the hem of the sweatshirt, which had ridden up to circle her
slender waist, leaving her rich dark pubic hair in full view.  She
slowly pulled down the hem till it almost covered her hair at least,
but when she turned, I could still see the cheeks of her bum peeking
out from underneath.

The whole thing was getting me incredibly hot.  I sat down on the
concrete, and pulled her toward me till she was sitting on my lap.  I
didn't touch her at first.  My erection was growing just at the
thought of her sitting on my lap bottomless as she was.  She took a
hold of my hand, but stood up, shot me a fearful glance, and extended
her index finger over her lips, signaling for me to be quiet.  She was
listening to hear if anyone was coming.  I realized she was right; we
couldn't very well have sex out in the open like that, but the way her
slender fingers were tightly wrapped around mine, and the seductive
tilt of her hips were making it hard to stay in control.

Quivering slightly, she let go of my hand, and scanning the edge of
the park toward the swings took a step in that direction.  I put my
hands down on the concrete and just watched her.  She had this look of
mixed fear, pleasure and embarrassment on her face that I was finding
quite arousing.  It was clear enough what turned her on, but I was
slowly beginning to realize how much I was getting turned on by it
too.

She looked back at me, and then, mind made up, stepped out from under
the roof into the moonlight.  Though the bareness of her legs was now
clearly visible, she looked normal enough.  The pullover went down low
enough that a passerby might believe she had a pair of shorts or
something on underneath.  What made it so nerve-wracking is that she
and I knew that she didn't.

When she got to the swings, she looked back expecting me to come push
again.  As I stood up, I could feel my cock straining against my
pants.  I straightened it out, and quickly walked over behind her.
However, when she raised her arm to grab the chain the hem of the
pullover shot up a good few inches leaving her ass and pussy
hopelessly exposed.  To help her up, I put my hands on her waist, but
they slipped on the pullover, so I reached inside and placed my hands
on her soft warm naked skin.  Despite the cool breeze, her skin was
burning almost as if she'd caught my fever.  She had spread her legs
far apart to keep her balance, but this gave me an excellent view of
her moist young pussy.

I reached out and took hold of her leg kissing her on the bum.

"Ahh!" she cried out in what sounded to me like pleasure.  "Dame,
dame! (Don't do that)  Oshite!  Push!"  She wiggled her bum back and
forth in a little dance.  I took a deep breath to calm down, and
placed my hands on her bare ass to give her a push.  She gave out a
squeal, but started swinging.  If we keep this up, someone will hear
us for sure.  She swung back and forth higher and higher.  She raised
her hands even higher on the chain obviously enjoying the feeling of
the breeze on her naked midriff.  She tilted her hips this way and
that to show off her beautiful ass.  I wished I'd brought a camera.

Suddenly, her frolicking was interrupted by what sounded like a car
door slamming shut.  She squatted down, and I grabbed the chain to
slow her down.  She jumped off, and pulled the hem down to cover up.
We both stood still, and peered off in the direction of the noise.  It
sounded like it came from the street that ran along the edge of the
park just the other side of a dense line of trees behind us.  I
motioned for her to hide in the shade of the gazebo, while I walked
over to the park entrance to see what was going on.

Once there, I looked out both ways down the street.  There was a black
mini-van parked not far down the street on the left, and a Japanese
guy around my age walking the other way down towards a vending machine
on the sidewalk.  It was dark and so hard to tell, but I thought I saw
a girl sitting in the passenger seat of the van.  What is this park?
Some kind of famous make-out spot?

I hurried back to the gazebo.  Ai had packed away the drinks and put
on her backpack, but was still dressed in just the pullover.

"It's some couple in a van.  You'd better put your nighty back on."

"No, they might come.  Hurry, let's go."

We heard the crash of a pop can coming out of the vending machine, so
we both hurried off the other way towards the opposite entrance.  Her
legs kept worrying me.  I guess it looked alright, but I couldn't help
wondering if other people would be able to tell that she had nothing
on underneath.

There's one major street that we had to cross to get back to my
apartment.  When we got there the light was red so Ai stood back and
hid behind the wall at the corner.  A car came up alongside us, but Ai
did a pretty good job of looking like nothing was wrong.  Unable to
contain my curiosity, I asked,

"Do you always go commando?"

She looked back at me somewhat nervously without answering.

"What was it again?  Nopan?"

Ai glanced sideways at the car next to us.  The driver didn't seem to
be paying attention.

"Don't say that," she whispered angrily.

"What?  He doesn't understand English."

"No, you said..." and she mouthed the word 'nopan.'  By now, the
driver had noticed us and was looking over at Ai in her short
pullover.  Fortunately, the light changed so he took off.  Still, she
was right.  I should have been more careful.  I have to say one thing
for her; she is an expert at not being discovered.  I doubt that
anyone at school even suspected that she was walking around commando,
apart from Asuka, who had probably put Ai up to the whole thing in the
first place.

Once we were across the road, and safely on a side street, Ai finally
answered.

"No, of course not.  I told you.  This week first time."

"Were you like that all day?"

She looked up and down the street, and then more closely at the
houses, shops and apartments on either side.  She ran ahead a bit and
turned into a small parking lot that was fenced off from the road.
She took off her backpack and squatted down to take out the juice, but
this was clearly just a pretext to show me her pussy.  She spread her
legs wide open to make sure I got a good look, and then asked,

"Why?  I something wrong?"  The tips of the hair between her legs were
glistening wet with her cream.  She beamed up at me with this
absolutely wicked look in her eye.  It was starting to get light out
causing the pink flesh of her legs to stand out all the more starkly.

"You'd better put on your nighty before some one spots you."

She stood up and looked around, obviously wondering if she could get
away with changing right there in the parking lot, but people's lights
seemed to be coming on, and we could hear the traffic a block away
getting heavier.

"I can't change here."

"Well, c'mon, anyway, let's go.  The longer we wait the more chance
we're discovered."

She straightened the pullover, and headed back towards the street.  I
guess it was because I knew she had no underwear on, but the way her
hips swayed as she walked looked so goddamn sexy it was driving me
crazy.

At the far end of my street, we came to a coin laundromat.  She looked
at it curiously and then went in.  Both walls were lined with washers
and dryers, but at the back around the corner there was a sort of
lounge with a bench to sit down on.  She went around the corner and
took off her backpack seemingly happy with her discovery.

"See if someone coming."

I went back out onto the street, but it still seemed pretty quiet,
just the sound of birds chirping, and no sign of anyone.  There was a
public bath next door, but it hadn't opened yet.  I walked back.

"Looks OK."

She pulled her arms from the sleeves into the main body of the
pullover, and stood there a moment peering nervously toward the front.
Finally she pulled it up and over her head, standing naked once again.
She looked so incredibly out of place standing there without a stitch
on in the middle of this laundromat.  I moved closer to block the view
from the door.

She picked up her nighty, but in her anxiousness, was having trouble
finding the bottom.  She smiled awkwardly at me trying to hide her
mounting fear.  Finally she got it and slipped it over her head,
breathing a deep sigh of relief.  I still couldn't quite understand
why she did these things if it made her so afraid, but frankly I was
getting as much hooked on it as she was.

End of part 3

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