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Subject: {ASSM} Japan Camp Counselors 13: The Little Tease {Ken Maeda} (fFM, exhib, voy)
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Japan Camp Counselors 13: The Little Tease
By Ken Maeda

The story so far:  I'm an 18-year-old Japanese-American
who is working for the summer as a camp counselor in
Japan.  All of the other counselors turned out to be
beautiful young women: the statuesque athlete Mika, jokey
tomboy Chie, wholesome swimmer Kayo, cute but serious Mai,
shy Kimiko and intense Michiyo.  At first, I almost went
out with Mai, till her best friend Chie lured me into a
midnight tryst.  Recently, I've become more interested in
Kayo, going swimming with her in the early morning.  I've
also been chatting with two of Mika's high school girls,
Misato and Chika.  I saw them running around naked in the
communal bath on Tuesday, and according to Chika, a boy
named Tomo had seen Misato wandering the halls naked at
night.  Wednesday night I bumped into the two of them in
the cafeteria coming back from the bath.


I held the soap on a rope Misato had handed me up to my
nose.  It had a citrus smell, quite pleasing, a tad
arousing even.  It reminded me of the fresh clean scent of
Misato herself.

"Hontou da.  Ii nioi.  (Yeah, it does smell nice)," I
nodded smiling at her.  She was a cute kid with the look
of a teenage idol, a young Momoko Kikuchi or someone like
that.  I went to give it back to her, but it was still
slippery from the shower, and slipped out of my hands, and
bounced down onto the floor.  "Woops!  Gomen, gomen. 
(Sorry)."

I slid off my chair, and got down on my hands and knees to
get it back.  Misato was sitting with her legs pressed
tightly together and one hand on her lap holding down the
hem of her incredibly short t-shirt.  I wonder what she is
wearing underneath.  I moved to her side, but all I could
see was her supple pink thighs, no sign of panties at all.
 Could she be going commando?  The mere thought of it was
getting me all excited.  She had gorgeous legs, so
youthful, sleek and trim.  I was so tempted to slip
forward, and pull up her t-shirt to take a peek inside.

Then I remembered the soap.  I picked it up, and got out
from under the table adjusting my shorts to hide the
bulge.  Misato was still sitting there blinking and
smiling sweetly.  I handed her the soap.

"Ken-chan wa nande nihon ni kita no? (Kenny, why did you
come to Japan?)," she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
 I looked at her for a while surprised a bit I guess by
the sudden interest.

"Ii shitsumon da ne. (That's a good question)," I stalled
rubbing my nose.  I didn't want to tell her that my dad
was Japanese, and had talked me into it.  "Maa, kokusaijin
ni narou to omotte...  Nihon ni kitara ironna hito ni aeru
to omotta.  Maa, Misato-chan mitai na hito toka.  (I
wanted to become a citizen of the world.  If I came to
Japan, I thought I'd be able to meet all kinds of people,
people like you)."

Her face kind of clouded, and she started blushing.  I was
just trying to put a good spin on it, but she seemed to
take it as if my whole reason for coming to Japan was to
meet her.

"Shourai wa?  Nani ga shitai no?  (In the future, what
would you like to do?)" she continued.

"Nihon to Amerika ga motto naka yoku nareru you ni
gaikoukan toshite hataraku toka (Maybe I could work as a
diplomat helping the U.S. and Japan get along better)."

She stared at me in wonder, obviously already imagining me
as some great statesman negotiating agreements, working
for world peace.  To be honest, I hadn't really thought
much about what I would do.  I'd just finished high school
for Pete's sake.  The first thing I had to do was save up
enough money to go to college.  Chika suddenly touched
Misato on the shoulder pulling her out of her reverie. 
Chika pointed up at the clock.

"Mou konna jikan.  Nenakya.  (Look at the time.  We'd
better get to bed.)."

Misato kept on staring at me, wide-eyed, but slowly the
three of us got up, and walked towards the door.  I hadn't
really taken Misato very seriously so far, but anyway, I
was glad for her obvious affection.  When we got to the
stairs, they stopped, and motioned for me to go up first.

"Saki ni douzo.  (You go ahead)," Misato demurred shyly. 
I'd kind of been hoping to walk up behind them, but they
paused waiting for me to go up first.

"Oyasumi nasai!  (Good night)," they called after me when
we got to the second floor.  I hurried up to my own room,
and went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up, and decided to head up to the
pool to see if Kayo was around.  I'd really enjoyed our
little swim together the morning before, and hoped to get
a chance to chat with her a bit more, and see if she
really did have a crush on me.  I got dressed, and headed
down and out to the pool across from the main entrance. 
As I walked up, there didn't seem to be anyone around. 
The guy's change room was locked again, but I could hear
noise coming from the girl's side.  It had to be Kayo. 
Curious, I walked over to the door to the girl's change
room, and called her name.

"Kayo-san?  Imasu ka?  (Kayo?  Are you there?)"

There was no answer.  The morning before, the guy's change
room had been locked, so she'd taken the somewhat
surprising step of inviting me in to use the girl's side. 
Assuming it is Kayo, I don't suppose there would be any
harm in going in again.  Kayo was really the only one who
seemed to use the pool this early.  Perhaps she was
waiting for me even, I told myself.

I took a deep breath, and gently pushed the door in. 
There didn't seem to be anyone in the change room, but I
could hear the sound of a shower reverberating from
inside.  I quietly walked in, peering around.  Sure enough
there was Kayo's bag, and her swimsuit hung up on one of
the hooks.  On seeing this, my heart sped up.  If Kayo's
swimsuit is here, what is she wearing in the shower? 
Surely she wouldn't be showering naked.

I quietly crept closer to the shower room, and peeked in. 
Wonder of wonders, there she was naked, showering away
contentedly, her back to me.  She had such a beautiful
body, pale skin, but round curves that radiated an
innocent yet raw sensuality.  She had the most amazing
ass.  She'd spread her legs and stuck her ass out almost
as if she was waiting for me.  I swallowed hard as my cock
swelled to life.  I backed up trying to hide, but
unfortunately, she must have heard the shuffle of my feet.

"Nani?  Dare?  Ken-san?  (What?  Who is it?  Ken?)"  She
turned this way for a moment, revealing her gorgeous round
tits.  Her cute little face looked so shocked to find me
there.  As soon as she realized it was me though, she
turned her back to me.  I guess she was trying to hide her
pussy from me, but if anything her creamy white ass was
even more of a turn on.  I couldn't help imagining what it
would be like to slide it in from behind.  She had such a
gorgeous heart-shaped ass.  I was seriously starting to
lose it.

"Yada, minai de yo!  Dete!  (Oh no, don't look.  Get
out!)"

I knew I should probably do as she said, but she seemed in
no hurry to cover up her delicious round rear, so I just
stood there unable to tear myself away.

"Ken!" she squealed covering her tits with one arm, and
throwing her bar of soap at me.  I flicked it away staring
down in even more wonder at her soaking wet bush.  She
quickly covered it with her hand, but not before the image
had been seared into my mind's eye.  God, she was
gorgeous!  The fact that she was blushing and angry just
made her all the more so.

Not thinking so straight anymore, I stepped up, and
stumbled into the shower.  Kayo quickly backed away a bit
frightened I guess.  Realizing that I was scaring her, I
paused, and tried to reassure her.

"Kayo, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," I
blurted out.  I guess I just wanted to tell her that she'd
been on my mind a lot lately, but plainly, she was in no
mood to listen, and didn't understand my English anyway. 
She backed up all the way to the door, obviously wondering
if she should run out, and dive into the pool.  I finally
managed to snap out of it, and apologize.

"Gomen, gomen.  Kou suru tsumori wa nakatta.  Demo
dekireba itsuka hanashi ga shitai.  (Sorry, sorry.  I
didn't mean to do anything like this.  But sometime I'd
like to talk to you)."

"Dete yo.  Dete.  Mou iikagen ni shite.  (Get out!  Get
out, will you?  Leave me alone, for heaven's sakes)."

I bowed an apology again, and finally left.  I went back
outside, and sat down on the sidewalk still wanting to
explain.  After the longest time, she finally emerged, her
hair wet and obviously still angry.

"Gomen, Kayo.  Gomen.  Hontou ni gomen.  Masaka kimi ga
hadaka da to omowanakute sa.  (Sorry, Kayo.  I'm sorry. 
I'm so sorry.  I never expected to find you there
naked.)."

"Moou.  (I can't believe you barged in like that)."

"Gomen.  Yurushite.  (Sorry.  Please forgive me.)."

She glared at me, and then walked away back towards the
main camp building.  She still looked pretty peeved, but
actually, I thought I detected a faint hint of a smile on
her lips as she walked away.  I felt bad of course for
spying in on her like that, but perhaps she wasn't nearly
as angry as she was trying to make out.  This was just one
more bit of evidence to suggest that she did have a crush
on me after all.  For all I knew, she could have been
showering there naked on purpose waiting for me to come,
and find her.

At breakfast, she sat off with her kids staying as far
away from me as possible.  I was a bit worried she might
say something to Chie or Mai, but it looked like not.  I
guess she wasn't that close to them anyway.  If anything,
I was one of her closest friends at the camp.  Anyway, I
guess I'd better let things be for the time being until
she cools back down.

The morning went by uneventfully, and then after lunch, I
took my kids down to the field to play some sports.  Two
of the other counselors, Mika and Michiyo, had brought
their groups as well, so there was a whole bunch of us out
on the field.  My kids were dressed and ready, so I got
them set up to play a game of flags.

Misato and Chika, the two high school girls from the night
before, came down on to the field a bit late.  I eyed
Misato from a distance wondering if she was still
daydreaming about me, but she didn't even look over this
way.  Maybe it had just been a passing whim, a one night
thing that disappeared with the morning light.  Misato,
still in her jeans, sat down on a towel on the sidelines,
while Chika disappeared off somewhere.  She soon came back
dressed in tight red bloomers (gym shorts) and a white
t-shirt.  She came up, and sat down next to Misato,
watching the rest of us and munching on some snack.

The next time I looked over, Misato had wrapped a towel
around her waist, and was pulling off her jeans.  To me
this always seemed a little strange, changing out in the
open, but I'd seen other kids do the same thing.  A bit
later, she was sitting down next to Chika, her legs bare,
but the towel still wrapped around her waist.  Their
counselor Mika was busy coaching the other girls in her
group, but I was kind of curious as to what Misato was up
to, so I slowly crossed the field over towards where they
were sitting.

Chika pulled a box of candies out of her backpack, and
when Misato turned to take them from her, she spread her
legs for a fraction of a second.  I froze, staring on in
amazement as I thought I caught a glimpse of tight little
slit surrounded by her wispy black pubic hair.  Was I
dreaming?  I glanced around nervously, but no one else
seemed to be looking her way.

Keeping my distance, I continued to watch her, but at
first Misato kept her legs flat, so it was hard to tell
for sure what she had on under the towel.  She got out a
candy, unwrapped it, and glanced up at me for a second,
but she looked remarkably calm for a girl who wasn't
wearing any panties.  Minutes later though, she raised her
legs up, and spread them again, flashing me a clear view
of her pussy this time.  Without any doubt, she was
sitting there on the edge of the field completely
commando.  I could hardly believe my eyes.  I guess there
weren't that many guys there, just a few of my boys who
were probably too young to pay her much mind, but still,
she had quite the nerve to sit out here, and flash her
pussy with me standing right nearby.  Even though she
surely knew I was here, she continued to sit with her legs
slightly apart, contentedly munching on her candy.  She
had taken off her shoes and socks, and was playfully
twirling her toes in the air, and bouncing her legs up and
down.  I couldn't help wondering if she was getting her
jollies exposing herself to me.

Slowly I realized that catching glimpses of Misato's
lovely young pussy was giving me the worst hard-on.  I
adjusted my pants, glancing around nervously, wondering if
anyone had noticed.  Luckily, it seemed that no one had,
not even Misato, so I discreetly went back to watching to
see what she would do next.

She turned to say something to one of the girls behind
her, and then spread her legs wide as she turned back. 
She had a dense little triangle of black pubic hair above
her pussy, but it wasn't yet long enough to cover her
pussy lips.  There was something decidedly obscene about
the way her lips puckered out almost as if they were
beckoning me to taste them.  I struggled to keep my
feelings in check, but I was very clearly losing it.  I'd
never seen such a brazen display in my life.  All the
while, her expression showed not even the slightest hint
of awareness that she might be doing anything wrong.  I
was both baffled and fascinated.  What kind of girl was
this?

She continued to twiddle her toes in the air, and then
started to brush some grass off of her foot.  She spread
her legs wide, and it almost looked like she was
deliberately pulling the towel up with her hand to give me
a better look.  It was hard to see though because her foot
was in the way, and then she lay her legs back down, and
turned to talk to the other girl again.  Soon she picked
another candy out of the box, and pulled her legs up and
to the side, giving me another peek at her ever so
enticing slit.  When she finished eating, she did this
little dance with her legs, almost as if she were
deliberately teasing me.  At one point, she peered down
between her legs at her pussy, leaving no doubt that she
knew she was naked.

She closed her legs, but I continued to watch, puzzling
over why she hadn't even looked over this way to see who
all was watching.  A girl behind Misato pointed to the
grass on her feet, and Misato once again spread her legs
wide as she wiped it away.  She seemed quite comfortable
with her nudity now, and spread her legs even wider, as
she brushed off the other foot.  On closer examination,
she had a lovely pussy, complex folds of a light feminine
pink, soft and inviting-looking.  It was hard not to
imagine what it would be like to have those little lips
wrapped around me.  She can't be a virgin, can she?  Or
maybe she just doesn't realize the effect this is having
on me.

A boy walked right past just in front of her and then
back, but she didn't even blink.  Perhaps she had finally
realized the danger though, because she turned to the
side, and fished her panties out of her bag.  The knot in
her towel had come undone, exposing the smooth curve of
her lilywhite ass from the waist down.  I couldn't
understand why no one else had noticed.  Was I the only
one here horny enough to find her brazen exposure
arousing?

She spread her legs again, as she pulled on her panties,
and then got up to a squat exposing her ass to the girls
behind.  They didn't seem concerned at all, and before I
knew it, Misato had pulled her panties back on.  The show
was over.  I regretted not having brought a video camera
or something to capture the whole thing on film.  No one
back home will ever believe me.  My hard-on lingered on,
but anyway, I had to get back to my kids, so I tried to
forget about her, and concentrate on the game.  No matter
what I did though the image of Misato's tight little pussy
kept popping back into my mind.

Once she'd pulled her own bloomers on, Misato came out
onto the field, and joined her group mates in their game. 
I kept glancing over at her, and especially down at her
hips.  Like it or not, she had me.  I was fascinated,
obsessed.  How could any women seem so innocent yet act so
sexy apparently without even knowing it?

When suppertime approached, Michiyo came over, and we had
to herd our kids off to the communal bath.  I waited at
the field's edge hoping Misato would come, but Mika let
them keep playing, so eventually I had to go on ahead, and
join my kids.  Eventually, Misato showed up in the dining
hall, joking with her friends and giggling the same as
ever.  I wondered if I should go over, and talk to her,
but I didn't really know what I would say.

That night, we had some quiet activities planned, but I
let my kids go early, because I had other things on my
mind.  I went up to the lounge on the third floor, and
flipped on the TV, still playing through the afternoon's
events in my head.  What had Misato meant by pulling that
stunt?  Could it really be as innocent as everyone seemed
to be making out?  Well, anyway, one thing was sure.  It
was almost certainly true what Tomo had said about seeing
Misato out in the hall in the buff.  Still it was hard for
me to imagine why she would do these things.

Kimiko, Kayo and Mai came up, but soon headed off to their
rooms for the night.  I guess I should have apologized to
Kayo for barging in on her that morning, but somehow, this
whole thing with Misato had put me off my stride.  I kind
of heard Chie come up, but she didn't even come in to say
good night.  I guess everyone was tired from the busy day,
but even still, I wished she would make more of an effort.
 I thought of her as my girlfriend, but lately, it almost
seemed as if she'd been avoiding me.  Was she angry with
me about something?  Probably.  Maybe Kayo had told her
about what happened this morning.  I wish I knew better
what to do.

I sat there mulling things over, and then suddenly, Misato
appeared at the door to the lounge.  I straightened up,
more than a little surprised to see her up here.  Our kids
so rarely came up to the third floor, where the other
counselors and I were staying.  Her hair was wet, and she
must have come up here straight from the bath.  She had on
a white t-shirt with a hello kitty logo, and had a towel
wrapped around her waist.

"Doumo.  (Hi)," I bowed a greeting.  "Doushita no? 
(What's wrong?)."

"Iya, betsu ni.  (Nothing)," she smiled shyly.  "Haitte ii
no?  (Can I come in?)."

"Aaa.  Hai, ii yo.  (Umm, yeah, sure.)."

She slowly stepped forward all wide-eyed and seemingly
quite nervous about being alone with me.  I was feeling
more than a little nervous myself.  She skirted around the
edge of the room, and sat down in the big armchair in the
far corner.

"Kami no ke mada nureteiru yo.  Kaze hiku yo.  (Your hair
is still wet.  You'll catch a cold.)," I noted trying to
ease the tension in the air.  She unsurely ran her fingers
through her hair confirming that what I said was true.

"Aaa, (Yeah)," she blushed.

"Kotchi oide.  Kawakashite ageru kara.  (Come here.  I'll
help you dry it off,)," I found myself saying.  She looked
at me cautiously, and then slowly got up, and came over,
sitting down on the carpet in front of me.  I peered down
at her towel, wondering if she was going to let me use it
to dry her hair.  She finally noticed, and quickly stood
back up.  She undid her towel, and peeked down at whatever
was underneath.

"Ano... shitagi shika haitteinai no.  (I'm only wearing
underwear underneath)," she informed me blushing.

"Ah," I gulped.  God almighty, she looked so sexy standing
there dripping wet, shyly hiding her hips with the towel. 
"Zubunure janai no?  (For heaven's sakes, you're soaked),"
I noted surprised at the water dripping down her legs. 
She glanced nervously at the door, but finally took her
towel off, and handed it to me.  I stared at her luscious
rear, squeezed as it was into her tight pink cotton
panties.  She looked around at me, so I finally started
drying her legs with the towel.

"Sakki kawakasanakatta no?  (Didn't you dry yourself off
before?)."

"Chotto isoida node... (I was in a bit of a hurry,)" she
explained leaving me to guess why.

I worked my way up from her ankles, calves, knees and
thighs.  She did not protest at all, so I started rubbing
her ass with the towel.  She looked back at me, biting her
lip with embarrassment, but she didn't say anything.  She
had come up here for a reason.  Was it just to tease me,
or was she expecting something more?  She smelled so
maddeningly sexy fresh from the bath.  I guess there is
only way to find out what she really wants.  I started
gently brushing at her waistband with the towel pushing
her panties down.

She kept staring straight at the door obviously quite
afraid that Mika or one of the other counselors might
come, but she didn't let out even a peep, as I slowly
dragged her panties down.  Down, down, down, they went to
her thighs exposing her all too tempting bare behind.  I'd
seen it before the other day in the lounge, but now here
we were, just the two of us.  I was going crazy out of my
head with lust for her.  My cock felt like it was going to
explode in my pants.

To be continued

Ken Maeda
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