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From: "Emi Tsuruta" <emi_tsuruta@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} In Japan with my boyfriend this time {Emi Tsuruta} (MF exhib)
Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2003 09:10:04 -0500
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Hi, everyone.  Just thought I'd mention that some friends of mine have been 
helping me put up an web/ftp site with all my old posts.  If you'd like to 
see, the address is:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/

Anyway, I guess I already told you, but right at the end of the summer, I 
went home to Japan for a couple of weeks.  My cousin Namie was getting 
married, and my mom wanted me to be at the wedding, so my parents paid for 
my trip home.  My boyfriend, Ryosuke, and one of my American friends, 
Debbie, came too.  My parents have been pestering me about Ryosuke ever 
since my host mom first told them about him.  At first, Ryosuke didn't want 
to come, but he hadn't been home in a while, so I finally managed to talk 
him into coming.  Debbie came with us because she wanted to see her 
boyfriend who's living in Tokyo right now.

Our friend, Futoshi, drove the three of us to the airport in L.A.  Debbie 
had been a little bit wary about Ryosuke ever since he grabbed my bikini 
bottoms at our beach barbecue, but anyway, he's been trying to act more 
gentlemanly around her since, so she's not as upset as she was at first.  
Futoshi never seemed worried about that whole thing, but I guess he's known 
Ryosuke longer than Debbie has.

Anyway, Ryosuke, Debbie and I flew over, and when we finally landed at 
Narita airport (near Tokyo), my parents and sister Norika were all there 
waiting for us.  They were all excited about meeting Ryosuke and Debbie.  
They helped carry our luggage and my dad was talking a mile a minute 
especially to Debbie.  In the train, Norika was kind of making googoo eyes 
at Ryosuke, and he was kind of looking her over too.  I guess I told you how 
Norika used to tease my last boyfriend.  I bet you anything she isn't seeing 
anyone right now, so she's just acting that way because she's jealous.

At Tokyo station, Ryosuke got off to go to his parents’ place, so we all 
said goodbye.  After he was gone, Norika kept on teasing me saying how cute 
he was and stuff, but I just ignored her.

When we finally got to our station, we got a couple of taxis to take us 
home.  Debbie and I were both wiped out from the flight, so we got ready for 
bed right away.  I caught my dad kind of hovering around outside the shower, 
probably trying to get a peek at Debbie, so I had to chase him away.  I 
ended up lending Debbie some of my dad’s pj’s because I thought the nighty 
she'd brought was too revealing to wear around my dad, especially the way he 
was acting.  I got her all set up in her room, had a shower, and then went 
to bed.

The next morning, we woke up to see my dad and Norika off to work.  Norika 
as usual was rushing around; she even came out into the dining room in her 
underwear.  Debbie and I were both pretty shocked, and my mom started 
shouting at her to put some clothes on.  She finally grabbed some toast, and 
disappeared off into her room.

Debbie and I were both still jetlagged, so we went back to sleep, and didn't 
get up again till my mom called us for lunch.  In the afternoon, the two of 
us went out shopping for clothes.  This was her first trip to Japan, so 
everywhere we went she'd point and ask me all sorts of questions.  The 
fashions have all changed again.  We went into a jeans store, and I swear 
the hip huggers were cut so low when I tried them on, you could almost see 
where my pubic hair starts at the top.  Finally, we went back to meet my 
family for supper.  My dad was still awfully friendly to Debbie, but anyway, 
he took us to this really nice restaurant, so that was kind of fun.

That night, I kind of guarded outside the bath while Debbie showered.  I 
talked with Debbie for a while, till my dad said it was my turn to use the 
bath.  I really enjoyed being home again and having a shower in our bath 
room.  The water felt so warm and pleasing, and it woke me up a bit.  When I 
got out, I wrapped a towel around me and went out into the living room to 
phone Ryosuke, but Norika started teasing me again, so I finally went and 
got my cell phone, went outside, and sat on our front steps.

It was a beautiful night out, but I guess I really should have gotten 
dressed before I went outside like that.  It was kind of a thrill though to 
sit on the front steps in just a towel.  Our front door is on this short 
little side street, so it's usually pretty quiet, but I did feel kind of 
nervous.  The boy next door has a window that overlooks our front step, but 
his lights were out.  He is so shy anyway.  He’d probably have a complete 
freak attack if he saw me sitting out here like this.

It took a couple of rings for Ryosuke to answer, and he was already in bed.  
I felt so glad to get through though.  I missed him, but just as we started 
to talk, Norika came outside and found me.

"Here, let me talk to him!" she insisted trying to grab the phone from me.

"No way!  Get your own boyfriend!"

Norika leaned down and was trying to get the phone, so I stood up and ran 
down the steps.  My towel started coming undone, so I had to grab it and 
hold it.  I felt so nervous standing out in the open like that in front of 
my house, especially with the way Norika was grinning and giggling.  Ever 
since, we were kids she's always loved teasing me.  I guess I told you about 
the time she was running around naked in our dining room, when my boyfriend 
was sitting right there.  I was so angry, and here she was trying to steal 
Ryosuke from me too.

Norika came running after me, but luckily Debbie came out, and wanted to 
know what was going on.  Norika finally settled down and went back inside.  
When I finally got back on the phone, Ryosuke seemed pretty sleepy.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"Will you come up to Tokyo?"

"OK.  I have to go shopping for a new dress for the wedding anyway."

"Oh, and Emi..."

"What?"

"Wear a mini-skirt."

"What?"

"Did you bring that black leather one?"

"I can't wear that!"

"Sure you can."

"No, it would look too suspicious.  My mom would have a hairy."

"Don't worry.  It'll be fine."

"No, you don't know my parents..."

"I tell you what.  I'll buy you the dress for the wedding.  How's that 
sound?"

I was kind of surprised.  Ryosuke had been working all summer, but after the 
plane ticket and everything, he mustn't have had that much money left.

"Really?"

"Yeah sure.  Anyway, I've got to get some sleep.  We'll see you tomorrow 
then in front of Hachiko at 11."

"OK.  G'night."  I felt this strange tingling feeling inside, as I hung up 
the phone.  I wasn't looking forward to sneaking out of the house in my 
mini-skirt, but it would be fun picking out the dress together.  He really 
is sweet sometimes.

The next day, I had breakfast with my family, changed into my black leather 
mini (I think it's actually faux leather; it's very shiny almost like 
vinyl).  Debbie and I snuck out of the house before my mom saw us.

"We're going shopping," I yelled as we hurried out the front door.  I felt 
really self-conscious walking around my old neighborhood in a mini-skirt.  
When I was in high school, I used to wear mini-skirts a lot, but in the 
States, I wear jeans mostly.

Once Debbie and I got to Shinagawa station, we had to change trains to the 
Yamanote line.  I'd completely forgotten how crowded it gets.  We got 
scrunched in between all these salarymen in suits, and suddenly I felt 
something on my bum, like someone touching me.  I guess I've had the same 
thing happen to me before when I was younger.  At the next stop, I managed 
to wriggle free, but there was nowhere to go, and soon I felt the hand 
touching me again, this time on my bare leg.  I didn't want to make a scene, 
so basically I just ignored it.  I think someone must have been touching 
Debbie too, 'cause she looked pretty upset.  We finally came to my stop, so 
I had to leave her.  I was a bit worried whether she'd able to find her 
boyfriend and stuff, but I heard later that they met up OK.

Ryosuke was at our meeting place right on time, and was smiling away as I 
walked up.  He loves mini-skirts I know, and this one in particular.  The 
black leather kind of shines, and it has got to be one of the shortest 
skirts I have.  I straightened it out, and pulled it down as far as it would 
go, but Ryosuke just wouldn't stop grinning.  A lot of the other guys on the 
square were looking me over too.  I was kind of embarrassed by all the 
attention.  I finally managed to drag Ryosuke off towards the shops where I 
wanted to look for the dress.

Shibuya was pretty crowded, more than I remember, and we had to wade through 
the people to get across to Centre Gai, one of the main shopping streets.  
As we walked along, I noticed Ryosuke looking at something.  At first I 
couldn't figure out what it was, but then I realized he was looking at these 
two high school girls who were walking in front of us.  I pulled on his arm 
to try to get him to look at me, but he just nodded towards them.

"Check out their skirts."

As I looked closer, I realized that their skirts were so short you could see 
the cheeks of their bums as they walked along.

"Did you used to wear a skirt like that?" Ryosuke asked, grinning some more. 
  I took his other arm to try to pull him away, but his eyes kept following 
these two girls.  Finally, I grabbed him by the chin, and forced him to look 
at me.

"No, our school's was even shorter," I teased, trying to get him to forget 
about those girls.  He grabbed my skirt, and started pulling it up right in 
the middle of this huge crowd of people.  I ran away, and pushed my skirt 
back down, but I was getting me pretty excited.  All these guys were staring 
at me.  I wished I'd brought something to cover up my legs, but it felt good 
to have all these guys watching me and whistling at me.  I took a deep 
breath though, and tried to settle down.

We tried a couple of department stores, but a lot of the dresses we saw 
weren't what I was looking for.  We walked around a bit more, and found this 
little shop tucked away at the bottom of a narrow stairwell on one of the 
alleys.  The sign at the door said no men allowed unless accompanied by a 
woman.  Inside, they sold lingerie, nighties, swimsuits and other sexy 
clothes for women.  I'd never been in this store before, but I think I 
remember hearing something about it.  I guess it is a little like Victoria's 
Secret, this sexy fashion shop they have in the States.

The woman behind the counter wasn't much older than me, but she had on a 
sexy white dress, and she had one of those cat faces  (Some people say I 
look like a cat too, or maybe a kitten).  I asked her if I could bring 
Ryosuke in, and she said the sign was just to keep away weird salarymen who 
come in sometimes.  She was really nice.  We told her all about the wedding, 
and she showed me some nice formal dresses they had.  I didn't really like 
the first couple of dresses she showed us - the necklines were cut too low.  
My whole family would be there, and I didn't really want to show too much of 
my breasts.  Finally she pulled out one, a silky cream-colored halter dress, 
that didn't seem too bad.  She let me into the dressing room to try it on.  
Sometimes, Ryosuke comes in with me, but this time, he stayed outside 
talking with her.

The dress had this big ring that wraps around your neck, and then the 
material goes down in a pyramid shape leaving your shoulders bare, but it 
was wide enough that it more or less covered my breasts and tummy.  It was 
backless except for the skirt part, but the saleslady handed me a lacy black 
jacket to go with it.  The hem of the skirt part was long enough; it went 
almost down to my knees, but it had these long slits that ran up either 
side.  I was a little worried that it might be going too far, but when I 
showed it to Ryosuke, he loved it.  I finally agreed and he bought it for 
me.  I was so thrilled.

We ate lunch in Shibuya, and then got on the train to go back to his house.  
I really didn't want to meet his mom dressed in my mini-skirt, but Ryosuke 
kept saying it would be alright.  On the walk from the station, we stopped 
in to meet one of his neighbors, a motorcycle mechanic named Taka who runs a 
small repair shop down this laneway near Ryosuke's house.  Taka wore glasses 
and had grease all over his hands and overalls, but once we started talking 
he was really friendly.  Ryosuke joked that Taka lives for motorcycles, and 
apparently has never had a girlfriend.  He did have a dog though, a German 
Shepherd named Koro.  Ryosuke said something about dropping something by 
later, but then we said goodbye and headed back towards Ryosuke's house.

When we got there, his mom was all excited to meet me.  She was running 
around here and there getting me slippers and tidying things up.  Ryosuke 
told her to calm down, and then he led me upstairs to his room.  She 
followed us up and clearly wanted to talk, but Ryosuke finally got her to go 
away.  She seemed nice too, but Ryosuke was clearly annoyed that she was 
making such a big fuss over me.

Ryosuke's room was fairly big, but filled with all kinds of books and 
gadgets and stuff.  At the front, there was a sliding glass door leading out 
to the rooftop patio, and at the back, there was another window looking out 
into the forest on the hillside behind his house.  He motioned for me to sit 
down on his bed, but I felt really nervous.  This probably will sound 
strange, but we almost never spend time in each other's rooms back in the 
States.  We're always going out somewhere.

After we'd been there a while, we heard Ryosuke's mom go out.  For some 
reason, that made me even more nervous.  I was happy to be alone with 
Ryosuke, but he was giving me that look, and I didn't know if I wanted to do 
it here just like that.  I tried to get him to calm down, but the way I was 
sitting, my skirt had ridden up letting my panties show.  Soon he had his 
hand between my legs, and started kissing me.  I lay back onto the bed, but 
I felt really nervous, making out in this strange house I'd never been to 
before.

I didn't stop him though.  Soon, he got the side zipper on my skirt undone 
and started pulling it down.  It was so tight I had to wriggle to get free, 
but if we were going to do it, we'd have to rush.  I pulled off my t-shirt 
and my bra, while he wrestled with my skirt and panties.  Soon I was lying 
there on his bed completely naked.  Out the window, I could see the second 
floor windows of the houses across the street.  I sure hope no one's home.  
That would be really embarrassing if we had an audience.

"Nice tan," Ryosuke smiled.  This summer I was at the beach a lot, so I was 
pretty much tanned all over except for these little triangles of white skin 
where my pussy, bum and breasts are.  Ryosuke says it makes me look sexy, 
but my tan usually fades pretty fast, so I'm all white again now.

I lay back down on the bed, and Ryosuke started kissing and caressing me all 
over.  It did feel good to be naked and finally making love with him.  He 
knelt down in front of me, and started licking me, and I started getting 
more and more excited.  Ryosuke seemed pretty worked up too.  It had been a 
while since we last made love, a couple of weeks at least.  He pulled down 
his pants, and his thingy was sticking right up.  He got up on top of me, 
and I kind of shuddered as he slid it in.  He felt soooo good.

Before long though, we heard the rattle of keys in the door.  Ryosuke pulled 
back with this horrible grimace on his face.  It was his mom, back from 
wherever she'd gone.

I was still caught up in the passion of the moment.  I barely knew what was 
going on as he pulled out of me, and started pulling up his pants.  At 
first, I felt confused, cheated.  Why was he stopping?  Then it slowly began 
to sink in that his mom would be here any moment, and I was buck naked lying 
spread-eagled on his bed.  Finally, my mind started working.  I sat up and 
looked around for my clothes.  Ryosuke threw me my t-shirt, but we could 
hear his mom coming up the stairs.

As fast as I could, I pulled the t-shirt on, dropped to the floor and then 
slid my legs under the kotatsu.  (A kotatsu is sort of like a low table with 
a quilt over it and an electric heater underneath).  The smooth wooden floor 
felt cold on my bare bum, and I was still all wet and sticky and horny.  
Where were the rest of my clothes?  I was panicking, but for some reason, 
the panic was getting me more and more aroused, as we heard Ryosuke's mom's 
footsteps come closer and closer.

I pulled the quilt around my naked hips as far around as I could, but I 
couldn't quite cover my bum.  Ryosuke was sitting on the floor just behind 
me, which made me even more nervous.  I covered the crack of my bum with my 
hand to hide it from him, but then I realized my nipples were probably 
showing through the thin cotton of my t-shirt.  I shot him a worried look, 
but then got up on my knees, and folded my arms in front of me to try to 
hide my nipples.  I could feel Ryosuke staring at my bare behind which was 
sticking way out from the quilt, but there was nothing I could do.

Ryosuke's mom knocked once, and then opened the door.  She was carrying a 
tray with tea and snacks on it.

"I brought you back some pastries from the store, and I thought you might 
like something to drink."

I bowed thanks, but my heart was racing, and my face was getting all hot and 
sweaty from the excitement.  I bowed my head down as far as I could, trying 
to hide my face in my hair.  Ryosuke's mom smiled, put the cups on the table 
and then sat down on the floor across from me.  I wanted so much for her to 
go away, so I could get dressed, but she seemed to be making herself 
comfortable.

"Ryosuke didn't tell us he was dating such a lovely young girl."

My face must have been beet red by then.  I just sat there my mind a 
complete, blank as I wondered if she could see my bum or tell that something 
was wrong from the way I was shaking.

"Are you at the same college?"

I looked back at Ryosuke a bit surprised he hadn't told them anything about 
me.  He leaned forward, and I suddenly felt his fingers on my still 
sensitive lips probing around for my you-know-what.  The feel of his fingers 
sent a shockwave running through my whole body.  I closed my mouth 
desperately trying to keep from squealing out in pleasure.  I was still 
completely high from our sex a few moments before.  I could feel an orgasm 
building up inside, and when I wiggled my bum to get him to stop, that just 
helped him get in deeper and find the exactly right spot to touch me.

The two of them were talking, but all I could think of was the intense 
pleasure coming from my nether regions.  I fought back an orgasm, with all 
my strength.  Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Ryosuke pulled 
his hand away.  Apparently, his mom had asked me some kind of question, and 
they were waiting for me to answer.  I was panting to catch my breath.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  Could you say that again?"

"Oh, you don't have to be so nervous, my dear.  My heavens.  You're 
sweating.  Here let me get you a towel."  She stood up, and left the room.  
Once we heard her on the stairs, Ryosuke lifted my rear up, and playfully 
bit one of my bum cheeks.

"God, you look so goddamn sexy, but I guess we'd better get out of here.  
Here put on you socks at least," he said throwing them to me.

I got up, and sat my bare bum back down on his bed, my heart pounding from 
the excitement.  I thought I could see someone standing in the window across 
from us looking this way.

"Where's my skirt?" I whispered sharply.  He stuck his head back between my 
legs, and I could feel an orgasm coming on again.  He finally pulled away, 
and held up my skirt.

"Here, hurry up, we'd better get going."

I slipped the skirt on and did the zipper up, but Ryosuke was already out 
the door and heading down the stairs.  I couldn't figure out where he'd put 
my underwear, but hoping he had them with him, I picked up my bag, and 
headed out after him.  I ran into his mother near the bottom of the stairs.  
I prayed she hadn't seen up my skirt, but she just calmly handed me the 
towel.  Ryosuke said,

"Ma, we're going out.  See you later."

His mom looked pretty disappointed, but I was happy to get away.  Once 
outside though, I could feel the air on my privates under my short skirt.

"What did you do with my underwear?"

"It must be back in the room."  Ryosuke was walking rather quickly along the 
road back toward the station.  I held my skirt down as best I could, and ran 
to keep up.

"We've got to go back and get it!"

"You look fine.  C'mon, I've got to drop this off at Taka's place, and then 
we're supposed to meet some of my friends for supper."

"I can't walk around like this."

"You look fine.  What are you worried about?"

"For heaven's sake, Ryosuke, this is the shortest skirt I own."

"I thought you said your school uniform was shorter.  You must be used to 
short skirts by now."

"That was different.  I always had underpants on then."  Just as I said this 
we passed a guy coming the other way.  He turned and looked straight at my 
skirt, obviously having heard what I said.  I caught up to Ryosuke and 
grabbed his arm, but he just kept on walking.  "Ryosuke, I know you like 
this kind of thing, but this is way too much.  I can't walk around like 
this.  People will see."

"Just act like nothing's wrong.  The only reason that guy looked is because 
you're making such a big deal about it.  If you just act normal, no one will 
ever suspect."

Before I could stop him, we had reached Taka's repair shop.

"Let's ask Taka, and see what he thinks."

I shivered at the thought, but Ryosuke walked right in.  Embarrassed to stay 
there on the street, I followed him in.  Koro bounded up licking Ryosuke's 
hand.  I hid behind Ryosuke, but then Taka got a hold of Koro's collar and 
tied him back up.

"Sorry," Taka apologized.  They talked for a while, while I did my best to 
hide.  Finally, Ryosuke asked Taka,

"Do you notice anything strange about Emi's getup here?"

I had to step out from behind Ryosuke to give Taka a look.  I felt so tense 
as he looked me up and down.  I was sure my nipples were sticking out, and I 
didn't dare pull down my skirt for fear of giving myself away.  He finally 
said calmly,

"No, she looks fine to me.  Why?"

"See, I told you so, Emi.  You look fine.  She was worried her skirt might 
be too short."

Taka took another look straight at my skirt.  The tension in the air was so 
thick, I almost couldn't take it.  Finally though, he looked away, and they 
started talking about something else.  I still felt hopelessly exposed and 
vulnerable, but I was a little relieved that he couldn't seem to tell I 
didn't have any panties on.  Ryosuke wasn't helping any.  He pulled me over 
towards him and then started patting me softly on the bum.  Even Koro was 
staring at me, so I finally convinced Ryosuke to leave.  Back outside, I 
didn't feel any better though.  I could still feel the air tickling my 
privates.  Ryosuke said,

"You should have showed him."

"Are you crazy?"

"Like I told you the poor guy has never had a girlfriend in his life.  You 
could have showed him what he's missing."

I swatted Ryosuke on the shoulder.  I begged him to take me back for my 
panties, but we were supposed to meet his friends for supper.  I couldn't 
believe he wanted me to go into Tokyo dressed like this, but I couldn't very 
well go back to his place alone and ask his mom for my panties back.  I 
followed him along doing my best to keep my skirt down.  At the train 
station, we had to go down this flight of stairs, and there was a guy 
standing at the bottom who started staring at my crotch suspiciously.  I 
tried to act normal just like Ryosuke had said, and luckily the guy just 
left us alone.  On the other side, we had to go up another flight of stairs. 
  I looked at Ryosuke frightened, and so finally he moved behind me, "to 
protect me."  I knew he was just staring up my skirt, enjoying my 
humiliation, but better him than some stranger at least.  In spite of my 
embarrassment or maybe because of it, I was getting all wet down there 
again.

On the train, we huddled together in the corner by the door.  I kept 
wondering if Ryosuke was going to put his hand up my skirt and touch me, but 
in the end, he didn't.  It was still pretty tense though, just riding along 
with all these people looking at me.

When we got to Shinjuku station, it was really crowded.  We had to go up 
this really long escalator.  I stood on the left while this long stream of 
people walked by on the right.  Some of the guys would turn after they 
passed to get a look at my face.  I hid my face in my hair again praying I 
didn't meet anyone I knew.  The train left, and I could feel the wind from 
the tunnel blowing up my skirt at the back.  Luckily, the leather is heavy 
enough that it doesn't really billow up in the breeze.  If I'd had on my 
pleated skirt from my school uniform, the guys who walked by would have 
gotten a pretty good view my delicate little bum, tan lines and all.

We had to go up a couple more escalators, and I was getting more and more 
nervous, so finally I stepped out to the right and started walking up.  This 
turned out to be a real big mistake 'cause I heard people behind me gasping 
as they got a glimpse of my bare bum.  This got me even more excited, and I 
even started spreading my legs a bit as I walked getting a rush from 
flashing all these people.  I really don't know what got into me.  I guess 
part of it was because I was so frustrated from having our sex cut off in 
the middle when Ryosuke's mom came back.  It's really embarrassing but, all 
I could think about was how much I wanted to have sex.

I was kind of worried that some of the guys who'd seen me might be following 
us.  Luckily, the place we were supposed to meet his friends was just 
outside the turnstiles, and they were all there on time.  I did my best to 
act like nothing was wrong, but I had this strong feeling that people were 
watching me.

Ryosuke's friends were all guys he'd know from high school.  They seemed a 
bit meek and kind of geeky, a lot different from Ryosuke who is more of a 
take charge kind of person.  They all acted pretty shy when Ryosuke 
introduced us.  That was a relief though in a way.  If they'd been more 
forward, that might have been dangerous.

We went to a big sukiyaki restaurant in Shinjuku in the basement of this 
building.  It was kind of crowded, and they only had seats for us on tatami 
(straw mats where you sit on the floor).  Only slowly did I realize this 
would be kind of awkward because I'd have to kneel and the guys sitting next 
to me would be able to see my legs.  I tried to get a seat in a corner, but 
Ryosuke insisted I sit in the middle, so they'd all get a chance to talk to 
me.  I had to be really careful when I sat down not to let my skirt hem ride 
up.  I managed somehow to keep it low enough to cover up my bush, but it was 
really hard to cover up without making it look too suspicious.

We all ordered and chatted for a while, and slowly I began to relax a bit.  
After our food came, for some reason, they all started talking about nude 
photography.  Apparently, Ryosuke and some of them had belonged to a 
photography circle in high school, and the teacher in charge had hired a 
nude model for them to photograph.  They were teasing Habu, who I thought 
looked like one of the smarter ones, because apparently, he had just taken 
close-up pictures of the model's most intimate places.  They started joking 
that they wanted me to model for them, but I just smiled weakly, feeling 
really really embarrassed.  I wondered if the reason they had brought it up 
is because they'd seen up my skirt, but eventually, they started talking 
about other things, so I guess it was just a coincidence.

The longer we sat there, the more uncomfortable my legs began to feel.  I 
could feel my ankles falling asleep, and I was getting tired of keeping my 
legs pressed so tightly together.  I rolled my legs slightly to the side 
setting my bum down on the mat, but this sent all these pinpricks through my 
calves.  I somehow managed to keep from opening my legs too wide, but it was 
making me really jittery worrying about it.

After supper, we saw Ryosuke's friends off to the station, and said goodbye. 
  I was so relieved that I'd made it through supper without giving myself 
away.  I'm so lucky that way sometimes.

It was getting kind of late, but Ryosuke suggested that the two of us go to 
a karaoke box.  I knew I should head back, but I was still pretty worked up 
from all the excitement, so off we went.

Ryosuke took me to a karaoke place on this narrow back alley off towards 
Kabukicho, Shinjuku's bar district.  The atmosphere in the area is kind of 
dangerous, but the karaoke box turned out to be pretty nice.  The guy at the 
counter took us up these narrow stairs to a small but clean room with a few 
soft chairs and a karaoke machine (sort of like a TV with a mike).

After he left, Ryosuke and I looked at each other wondering if we could make 
love here without getting caught.  I'm sure that's why he suggested the idea 
in the first place.  There was a smallish window in the door, and we could 
hear the people singing next door.  It was hard to tell if it would be safe 
or not.  So as not to look too suspicious, we start singing some songs in 
case the staff or whoever came by to check on us.

We looked through the song list, but both of us kept picking out these songs 
that were about nudity or sex, like  "Sea" by Yellow Monkey or "Koi no 
dorei" (Love slave) by Chiyo Okamura.  We ordered some drinks and when the 
waiter brought them up, I asked him how to use the controls on the machine.  
He  showed me, and I pretended to listen, but actually I started bending way 
forward flashing my family jewels at Ryosuke.  Once the guy went away, I 
started leafing through the song list book looking for the next song, but I 
was sitting there with my legs spread wide open, my wet pussy on display, 
getting a kick out of teasing Ryosuke.

He came over, sat down beside me, gave me a kiss and then started playing 
with my nipples through my t-shirt.  I was getting so hot, I lifted up my 
t-shirt and let him lick and massage my tits.  I kept watching the door, but 
it looked like it was safe, so finally, I undid Ryosuke's fly, and wrapped 
my mouth around him, just to make sure he was hard.  He started playing with 
my kitty, while I helped him put a condom on.  I really wanted it by now, so 
put one knee on a chair and bent way forward pulling up my skirt so he could 
slide it in from behind.

The voices from the room next to ours were getting me even more excited, and 
it felt so good as he slid it in and started moving it back and forth.  
Ryosuke pulled my t-shirt right off over my head, and started massaging my 
bouncing breasts.  I flexed my squeezebox and bounced back and forth with 
him, feeling him getting larger and larger.  I knew I should keep quiet but 
it just felt too good.  The people on the next room must have heard me 
squealing because they all of a sudden went quiet.  Ryosuke muffled my 
mouth, but he was still pumping me from behind harder than ever, so I just 
kept on moaning as softly as I could.  Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.  
My body exploded in a furious orgasm which seemed to go on and on forever.  
It was a long time before my head cleared again.

When I finally focused, Ryosuke was sitting back this angelic look on his 
face.  It must have been as good for him as it was for me.  All the pent-up 
frustration of the day had really gotten me so hot.  I'd been aching to do 
it for hours.  It felt so good to finally get a little privacy and let go.

It was getting really late by then so we finally got cleaned up and went 
down to the counter to pay.  The cashier gave us a suspicious look, but 
we're probably not the first couple to have sex in a karaoke box.  It's a 
lot cheaper than a love hotel, and there's something about the fear of 
getting caught...

At Shinjuku station, I had to say goodbye to Ryosuke, and get back on the 
Yamanote line.  I was still a bit high, but suddenly being surrounded by all 
these staring guys, I remember my outfit, and tried to find a place to hide. 
  There was one guy standing by the door who looked like a university 
student, so I moved over next to him for protection.  I accidentally brushed 
against his penis, and he gave me a strange look, but anyway, I made it to 
Shinagawa safely, and the next train I got on was not nearly so crowded.

Walking back from the station, I got a lot of weird looks from salarymen who 
were out on the street, but luckily my parents weren't up when I finally got 
home.  I had a shower and went to bed, and dreamed the happiest dreams.

There's a whole bunch more things I want to tell you about my trip to Japan, 
but they'll have to wait for next time.  If you get a chance, drop me a line 
to tell me what you think.

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

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