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Subject: {ASSM} At a Baseball Game {Emi Tsuruta} (FM, exhib)
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Date: Wed,  8 Sep 2004 18:10:02 -0400
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At a Baseball Game
Emi Tsuruta

Last summer, my boyfriend Ryosuke and I took the train to Los Angeles to 
meet up with some friends of ours, and go see a baseball game.  I don't 
think I've ever told you about them before, but they're just some students 
we met in a Japanese restaurant here in Oceanview one night.  Haruko is, I 
think, the same age as me, and Misae might be a bit younger.  Koji is kind 
of like their bodyguard.  He's a big guy who looks a bit like a sumo 
wrestler.  They were talking in Japanese, and neither Ryosuke nor I had 
seen them around before, so Ryosuke went over, and said hi.  We got to 
talking about travelling and California, and we found we had a lot in 
common.  They left Oceanview the next day, but we've emailing back and 
forth ever since.

Anyway, one day, I got an email from Haruko saying they were all going to 
see a baseball game in L.A. and they wanted to know if Ryosuke and I would 
come.  The baseball stadium was having a Japan special because Seattle was 
coming to play, so it was like L.A.'s pitcher Nomo against Ichiro, who 
plays for Seattle.  Maybe you don't know them, but they are like two of the 
most famous players in Japan.  I used to watch high school baseball in 
Japan with my dad before I moved here to the States, but actually I don't 
really know that much about baseball here.  Still, I thought it would be 
fun to see Ichiro because... well I don't know, I guess he's kind of 
handsome.  Haruko and Misae seemed all excited about it too, and it would 
be fun to see them all again.

Because we had to take the train all the way from Oceanview, Ryosuke and I 
arrived a bit late, and we finally found Haruko and Misae and them.  The 
Japan special seats were all in the outer loge near right field where 
Ichiro plays.  There were so many Japanese people there I felt like I was 
home again.  Haruko and Misae were pretending to be all angry with us for 
being late, but finally I squished past all the people on the row, and sat 
down next to them, and they introduced me to their other friends.  An 
American guy, Steve, was sitting next to Haruko, and I guess he was her 
date or whatever.  Some other people they knew were sitting down in the 
front row, so they took me down to introduce them.  The usher came once, 
and told us to move back to our seats, but Misae and them were pretending 
they couldn't speak English, and eventually, he just left us alone.

Ryosuke doesn't like to be so crowded in so he sat up with Koji in the back 
row, and Haruko and Steve sat in the next row down.  There wasn't really 
any place for us to sit at the front, so after I'd met Misae friends when 
went back up and sat with Haruko.

Anyway, we finally got all settled in, and watched the game.  I didn't 
really recognize any of the players except for Ichiro and Nomo.  Steve and 
Ryosuke told us that you could tell how good someone was by looking at the 
statistics on the scoreboard.  Above us, there was another balcony, so we 
couldn't really see the big video screens or the scoreboard so well.  A 
couple of times, I went down to the front to chat with Misae friends, and 
try to figure out the scoreboard, but after a while I just came back up, 
and watched the game.  Every time, Ichiro came up to bat we would all 
cheer.  I turned around to talk to Ryosuke, but then I noticed that both he 
and Koji were staring at my hips.  It was kind of hot that day, so I was 
just wearing this really loose pair of track pants and a camisole.  
Camisoles were kind of coming in then, and so were low-rise track pants.  
Anyway, the drawstring around my waist must have come undone, because my 
pants had slid down a bit, and were hanging pretty low on my hips.  I 
pulled them up again, and tried to fix the string, but Ryosuke shot me a 
look like he was disappointed.

I sat back down, a bit confused.  I knew that Ryosuke wanted me to show my 
body off more, but I felt embarrassed with Haruko and all my other friends 
here.  I tried to concentrate on the game, but soon I could feel Koji and 
Ryosuke staring at my bare shoulders.  My camisole just has these really 
thin straps that run over the shoulder, so you could see my bra straps.  I 
hadn't really thought much about it when I got dressed - a lot of girls 
dress like this these days - but I guess it does look a bit risque, showing 
your underwear.  My bra straps weren't that frilly or anything, but I guess 
you could tell it was a bra and not a halter.

I could really feel them staring at me, and it was getting me all 
embarrassed and self-conscious.  To try to get away, I went down to the 
front row again.  As I walked down the stairs, I could feel these other 
guys watching me too checking me out.  I stayed there a while, and calmed 
down a bit, but soon there was a break in the game, so I walked back up to 
get something to drink.  This time, I could see the guys staring at me as I 
walked up.  I looked down, and track pants had slid down again.  They 
weren't even covering my hipbones anymore.  I just left them like that, and 
got Ryosuke to come with me.  We headed off around the back to look for 
something to drink.

"You look so amazing like that."

I looked down, blushing, but managed a "thanks."

"You know what, Emi?  Can you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Take off your underwear."

"What?  Are you crazy?"

"I'm not asking you to flash, or show anything.  I just think it'd be 
pretty exciting if both you and I knew that you don't have any underwear 
on.  A camisole is already like underwear anyway, isn't it?"

I just looked at him, not surprised really, but a bit worried about what 
everyone would think if they noticed.

"I don't know."

"Oh please.  I know you want to try.  I could see you back there wetting 
your panties every time Ichiro turned this way."

"I was not."

"Care to show me?"  He tried to maneuver me over towards the wall, but I 
just ran away.

"Oh c'mon, Emi, don't be that way.  Come here.  Give me a kiss at least."

I pretended to pout for a bit, but I finally went over, and let him kiss 
me.  Maybe I was a little bit excited, not so much about Ichiro, but just 
from walking around with my hips exposed, and having all these guys staring 
at me.  Ryosuke stood in line to buy me a drink, while I slipped off to the 
washroom to take off my underwear.  It was a relief to have the bra off in 
a way.  It was pretty embarrassing having everyone stare at it.  Going 
pantiless was a different story though.  It felt a little drafty down there 
with only my track pants to cover me.  I stuffed my underwear into my 
purse, and went back out to meet Ryosuke.

"Show me," he asked.

"No way!"  I ran all the way back to our section, and squeezed past Steve 
and Haruko to my seat.  Ryosuke handed me my drink, and then sat back next 
to Koji in the row behind us.  I felt much naughtier than before, and when 
my camisole strap fell off my shoulder, I just left it like that.  I leaned 
forward to get something out of my purse, and out of the corner of my eye, 
I noticed Steve staring at me.  Haruko was watching the game, but Misae 
elbowed me in the ribs, and whispered,

"Your nipples are showing."

Hearing her say that got me even more excited.  I straightened up, and 
smiled apologetically at her, but Steve was now adjusting his collar 
uncomfortably.  Fortunately, Haruko hadn't noticed.

After a while, I forgot about my clothes, and got into the game more.  I 
wanted to get a picture of Ichiro up close, so I walked down the stairs, 
and stood right at the edge of the balcony.  When I came back up, a whole 
bunch of guys were staring now.  I looked down, and saw that the waistband 
on my track pants had fallen down so much you could almost see where my 
pubic hair starts.  Without bothering to fix it, I squeezed past Steve and 
Haruko again, and sat down.  Steve peered over at me, and I wondered if 
he'd seen my hair.  I just pretended not to notice, but inside I was 
getting more and more turned on.  I don't know what it was, but the whole 
situation just seemed so exciting for some reason.

Soon, Ichiro came up again, and he got a hit.  We all jumped up, and yelled 
out to cheer him on.   I suddenly remembered my pants.  I looked around and 
they were hanging so low you could see the crack of my bum, peeking out 
over the top.  I looked back at Ryosuke, but he just grinned delighted.  I 
was in such a naughty mood, when I sat back down, I deliberately slid my 
bum along the seat pulling my bottoms down even more.  I could feel the 
cold plastic of the seat on my bum, but I kept on pretending nothing was 
wrong.

Misae and Haruko were so excited about Ichiro getting a hit that they 
weren't really paying much attention to me.  Everyone sat back down, and 
was watching the game to see what would happen next.  I wanted to get some 
of Ryosuke's popcorn, so I got up, turned toward the back, and kneeled down 
on the seat.  Koji's eyes went so wide I thought he must have swallowed 
something.  I guess he must have been able to see my nipples down the front 
of my camisole.  Misae shot me a look when I sat back down.  Apparently, 
some of the other guys in front of us had turned around and were staring at 
the crack of my bum too.

The next batter, I don't know his name, got a hit too, and Ichiro got to 
run.  We all stood up to cheer, and I could feel the air on my bum and 
hipbones.  I looked down, and luckily my pubic hair was still covered, but 
my pants looked like they might fall down any second.  I glanced back at 
Ryosuke, and he looked ecstatic.  Koji was trying to pretend like he hadn't 
noticed, but the look on his face was just so funny.  I sat back down on 
the edge of my seat letting them get a good look at my exposed backside, 
and then slowly slid back into my seat.  This pulled my bottoms way down, 
and I started to worry that they might even fall off if I stood up again.  
I pulled down the front of my camisole, but it didn't go much past my 
bellybutton.  Part of me wanted to pull my track pants back up again, but 
part of me was wondering if I should just stand up and see what happened.  
I couldn't stop thinking about it.

The next guy up struck out.  It got so there were two outs, and Ichiro was 
on third base obviously planning to run home.  There was so much tension in 
the air because our whole section wanted to see Ichiro score a run.  The 
next guy up must have been a good batter because everyone started cheering. 
 I made a bet with myself.  If this man gets a hit, and pushes Ichiro home, 
I'll stand up like this, and let my pants fall down.  If he strikes out, 
I'll pull my pants back up, and act like a lady for the rest of the game.

The pitcher tossed a couple of deliberate balls, and the crowd started 
booing.  I tried to stay calm, but I was getting all jittery from the 
excitement.  I quietly slid my hand down the front of my pants, and started 
playing with myself.  I was so worked up it would just take a little bit 
for me to orgasm.  I looked back at Ryosuke, and he was still grinning.  I 
don't think he knew what I was up to, but he obviously didn't mind.  Koji 
was still pretending to be watching the game, but I could tell he was 
wondering what I was doing.  The pitcher finally started throwing for real, 
but the Seattle batter missed the next two.  The whole stadium was really 
quiet.  Someone yelled,

"Gambare!" meaning something like 'show them what you've got' in Japanese.  
I was almost about to chicken out, but then Ichiro's teammate got a hit, 
and everyone jumped up.  I stayed sitting waiting to see if Ichiro made it 
home, but I couldn't see.  I stood up, but my track pants stayed wrapped 
around the middle of my cushy behind.  I could feel Ryosuke and Koji 
staring at my hips, but I couldn't just pull my pants down with them 
watching.  Ichiro made it home, and our section went absolutely wild 
cheering, and hugging each other.  I gave Misae a hug, and then Haruko and 
Steve.  As he pulled away, Steve looked down at my camisole and my 
dangerously low pants.  I guess I must have brushed my bra-less breasts 
against his chest when I hugged him.  I blushed when I realized, but I was 
just so turned on.

I turned around, and looked at Ryosuke, and he was just grinning from ear 
to ear.  Actually, I very rarely flaunt my body like this when there are so 
many people around.  I was just so charged up that day.  It was the whole 
crowd and the mood and getting to see Ichiro.  I was on a serious natural 
high.  I leaned up, and gave Ryosuke a hug.  I could tell he was trying to 
grab my track pants and pull them down even more, but I managed to stay 
just out of reach.  I gave Koji a hug too, deliberately pressing my breasts 
against his big chest.  The whole crowd was chanting "Ichiro!  Ichiro!" and 
then on the big screen we could see the camera focusing in on our section.  
I could see myself, and so I started dancing, and soon the camera was 
focusing on me.  I lifted up my top and showed them my belly button, and 
the crowd was all clapping and cheering me on.  I came very close to 
flashing my breasts, but before I could get up the nerve, the big screen 
changed to something else.  I was so disappointed.  I'd missed my chance.

Finally, we all sat back down as the next batter came out, and stepped up 
to the plate.  I could feel my waistband pressing against my pubic hair, 
and I swear I was just so horny out of my head.  I honestly felt like just 
pulling my bottoms down, and flashing everybody.  Haruko and Misae could 
both see that my track pants were hanging low, but they didn't seem too 
worried about it.  I decided though that it would be better to go up, and 
sit next to Ryosuke just in case anything happened.

"Haruko, can you let me by?  I want to go up, and see Ryosuke."  I squeezed 
past Steve with him staring right at my crotch.  I was so excited my heart 
was pounding in my chest.  Ryosuke stood up too, took my hand, and led me 
up to the hall behind the seats.

"Emi, I hate to say this, but you'd better settle down or you're going to 
get us in a lot of trouble.  I can't believe you did that when the camera 
was on you."

I covered my mouth with my hand, and then ran my fingers through my hair, 
trying to get a grip.

"I don't know why.  I just feel so..."

Ryosuke led me around toward the home plate side of the stadium, and then 
we went up the stairs all the way to the top deck.  That particular stadium 
has four or five levels and the one at the top there was hardly anyone at 
all sitting in the stands.  We both sat down in the back row, and looked 
out.  The diamond looked so far away now.  The players looked so small you 
would need binoculars to really tell who was who.  There didn't even seem 
to be any ushers up here.

Without really thinking it through, I leaned forward lifting up my bum, and 
pulled my track pants down till they were hanging around my knees.  Ryosuke 
took one look down at my bush, but then started looking all around worrying 
that someone might be watching.  I don't know what I was thinking, but I 
slid my hand down between my legs, turned to the side, but and squeezed 
them together getting more and more excited.  Ryosuke pointed towards the 
big screens, and said,

"What if those cameras are on you?"

I just giggled, and leaned over, and kissed him.

"Then they'll see us I guess."  I was pretty sure that the camera never 
moves up to the fifth balcony.  The cameramen have to cover the game after 
all.  Still, it was hard to know for sure.  They'd just been shooting me a 
few minutes ago, and now here I was sitting bare-assed in the balcony with 
my pussy on display.

"I'm going to blame it all on you, you know," I told him, giggling.  For 
some reason, I just found the whole thing so funny.  Here, we were, sitting 
in the middle of this crowded stadium, with the game still on, and Ichiro 
down there somewhere.  I've got my pants down around my knees, the two of 
us necking, and I was coming frighteningly close to orgasm.  I kissed him 
again to try to shut him up, and again, more passionately now.

"You're crazy, you know?" he said, between kisses.  He was right, of 
course.  This was crazy.  Normally I'd never do anything like this, but 
somehow being miles from Oceanview and everyone I knew made braver than 
I've ever been before.  I was just getting so into it.  I kissed him, he 
kissed me back, and we were both spiraling up and getting more into it.

"I think we'd better settle down, and watch the game."

I just looked at him, a bit put off.  How could he be so calm?  I sat back 
in my seat, but I was still so horny.  I couldn't just sit back and watch 
the game.  Finally, I lifted my knees up, and pulled my track pants down 
till they were hanging around my ankles.  I set my feet down on the back of 
the seats in the row in front of ours, and then spread my legs wide open 
flashing my naked pussy at the whole stadium.  I had just completely lost 
it.  I was so turned on I didn't know what I was doing anymore.  The 
feeling of the sun and the air on my open pussy was just fantastic.  I 
could really feel the orgasm coming on now.

Ryosuke had a bird though.  He tried to pull the bottom of my camisole down 
to cover up.  I just sat there watching, and feeling my juices ooze out of 
my love tunnel.  The camisole wasn't really long enough, so eventually he 
just gave up trying to fix it.  I pulled it back up and spread my legs as 
far apart as they would go, savoring the wonderful tingling feeling between 
my legs.

"I guess Ichiro gets that a lot," Ryosuke quipped.

"What?"

"Gorgeous girls showing him their pussies.  'Ichiro, come fuck me,'" he 
joked imitating a girl's voice.  I looked at him and laughed, pulling my 
legs back together.  He is pretty funny sometimes.

"No, seriously Ryosuke.  I don't know why.  I just feel so..."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Something crazy!"  I sat back up, feeling a bit more self-conscious about 
my nudity.

"Like what?"

"I don't know.  Flash my breasts or something."

"You've already flashed a lot more than that."

"Yeah, but no one can see us up here."

Ryosuke scanned over towards the entrance, and his eyes narrowed.  I 
quickly pulled up my pants, and then turned to see an usher standing at the 
top of the stairs.  It was hard to tell how long he had been there, but he 
had obviously been watching us.  I hope he didn't see me flashing my pussy. 
 We quickly got up, and walked out past him.  I could feel his eyes glued 
to my rear as we walked away.

"Do you want to flash him?" Ryosuke whispered, nodding towards the usher.

"No, thanks."

"Who then?"

"Let's go down to the first floor, and see if we can get a picture of 
Ichiro."  We walked all the way down, but it was absolutely hopeless.  We 
couldn't get anywhere near the dugout.  I guess that only makes sense.  
Still, I was so disappointed.  I really wanted to see Ichiro.  When he was 
out on the field, he didn't even look our way.  On our way back up, we did 
find a place in the corridor by the concessions where we could look out, 
and see the game.  We were still pretty far away, but at least we could 
sort of see Ichiro's face way out in right field.  I leaned on the railing 
and put my hand into my camisole from underneath.

"What are you doing?" Ryosuke asked.

"I just want to flash him my breasts."

Ryosuke stood right behind me trying to shield me from the view of the 
concession stand workers.  I lifted my camisole up a little, but I was 
trouble getting up the nerve to actually do it.  I didn't think anyone 
would be able to see us so high up, least of all Ichiro, but still it took 
a lot of nerve to go through with it.  I'd seen American girls do this kind 
of stuff at concerts, but it's not as easy as it looks.  I pulled the hem 
up a bit more, and finally decided to try.  I yelled out "Ichiro!" and then 
pulled up my top for a second to show him my breasts.  No one even heard me 
though or looked this way.  I got really offended, and decided to take my 
top right off.  If that doesn't get him to look...

I looked up and down the hallway to make sure no one was coming and then 
pulled one arm out.  Ryosuke put his hand on my shoulder, but he didn't 
stop me.  I pulled the camisole off over my head, and soon I was standing 
there completely topless.  I started to wonder if I could take off my 
bottoms too, but Ryosuke nodded towards a security guard who was coming 
this way, so I quickly hid behind him, and pulled my top back on.  There 
were just too many people around to try anything else, so we went back to 
Misae and them, and I tried to settle back down.

After the game, we all went out to supper, and then we had to head back to 
Oceanview.  I know I seems like I am always doing crazy things, but that 
day has to be one of the craziest.  Anyway, that's all for now.  I'll try 
to write again soon.

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

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