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In the Library
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life. 
If you'd like to know more about me and my friends,
please check out my home page at:
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It was almost the end of the school year.  Final exams
were just around the corner.  Every morning, I'd head
down to the university library to study.  The weather
was so beautiful out it was a shame to stay inside,
but anyway, I still had a lot of reviewing to do.  In
the library, I usually went up to the third floor, and
sat at one of the tables in this huge open area just
by the elevators.  This library has kind of a cool
design, like an amphitheater with stone stairs leading
up to the fourth floor balcony that runs around the
edge.

One day, I was up there when I noticed this guy
sitting at one of the other tables glancing over this
way.  He looked like the bookish type - glasses, curly
hair, freckles and a pencil sticking out of his chest
pocket, but he was tall and fairly good-looking in a
shy kind of way.  As soon as he saw me look over, he
turned back to his book, but after I went back to
studying, I caught him looking over at me again.  At
first, I wondered if there was something wrong with
the way I looked, so I got out my compact to check my
make-up in the mirror, but apparently that wasn't it. 
I looked behind me to see if there was something else
he was staring at, but there wasn't anything there.  I
went back to studying, but soon he was looking over at
me again.

This went on like this for a while, but eventually he
got up, and went over to press the button for the
elevator.  I was getting a bit thirsty myself, so I
picked up my change purse, and walked over just in
front of where he was standing.  When I glanced over
my shoulder, I caught him staring down at my hips.  I
was wearing jeans that day - hip-huggers.  I
coquettishly tilted my fanny to the side, and this
seemed to get quite a reaction out of him.  Wow!  It
looks like I've found myself a new fan.

I glanced over at him during the elevator ride down,
but he looked away, seemingly nervous about riding in
the same elevator with me after he'd been staring so
much.  It almost looked like he was blushing.  I went
into the cafeteria to get something to drink, but he
must have gone somewhere else because I didn't see
him.  I was wondering if he might come over, and talk
to me, but I guess he was shy.  After I finished my
drink, I went back upstairs, but I didn't see him
anymore.  Maybe he went home.  Eventually, I forgot
about him, and went back to studying.

A couple of days later, I wrote my first exam.  I hate
exams, but anyway, I was glad to have the first one
over with.  I took a day off, and then came back to
the library to study some more.  After I'd been there
for a while, who should get off the elevator but the
same guy from the other day.  I'd almost completely
forgotten about him, but he certainly seemed to
recognize me.  He looked a little flustered, and
quickly disappeared off into the stacks to get some
books I guess.  I briefly wondered what he was doing
here.  Eventually, he came back out, went upstairs,
and it was quiet again.

Not long after that though, he reappeared, staring
right at me as he came down the stairs.  I looked
down, and realized that I'd left the top few buttons
of my blouse undone.  He'd probably been looking down
my cleavage as I leaned forward.  I was wearing a tube
top underneath, so it wasn't like I was that indecent
or anything, but it was a bit embarrassing.  I pulled
my top up to cover up, and peered up at him, but he
quickly looked away, seeming embarrassed at getting
caught staring at my cleavage.  A moment later, he
disappeared back off into the book stacks.

I went back to reading again, but before long, he
reappeared, and climbed back up the stairs looking
over his shoulder at me obviously trying to get
another peek.  I was a bit annoyed that he was staring
at me this way, but I did my best to just ignore him,
and pretend like I hadn't noticed.  He disappeared
again, but before long, he was back, staring down at
me again as he came down.  I began to think that he
was doing it on purpose, going up and down the stairs,
just so he could peek down my top.  Eventually, I got
tired of him staring, and pulled the two sides of my
blouse together.  Soon enough, he realized I'd covered
up, gave up, and left me alone.

Maybe an hour went by, and then I began to feel like
someone was watching me again.  I looked up, and sure
enough there he was, standing at the railing on the
floor above me.  He turned away as soon as I looked
up, but it was obvious that he'd been watching me. 
How long had he been there?

For some reason, my heart sped up.  It's hard to
explain why.  I wasn't afraid at all.  He looked so
mild-mannered, like one of those guys who studies
really hard, but doesn't get out much.  I guess part
of me was wondering if maybe he'd fallen in love with
me at first sight or whatever.  I thought of going up
to talk to him, but I didn't really have the nerve to
do that.  I tried to go back to reading my book, but I
could feel him, still up there looking down at me.

I couldn't study, so I finally got up, and went to the
washroom to think about what to do.  I was feeling a
bit hot, so I splashed some water on my face to try to
calm down.  Some of the droplets fell on my tube top
making the color a bit darker in places.  I tried to
dry it with a paper towel, but it was still kind of
noticeable.  I looked into the mirror down at my bust.
 I looked over at the door, and once I was sure no one
was coming, I took a hold of my tube top, and pulled
it down letting my bare breasts pop out.  Maybe it was
my imagination, but they looked even bigger than
usual.  Am I still growing?

I dabbed at my nipples with the tip of my fingers,
shuddering a bit at the feeling.  I peered over
nervously at the door, as I gently massaged my
breasts.  Despite myself, I was getting all excited. 
I looked at my breasts in the mirror for a while
wondering why this guy seemed so fascinated by them. 
Were they really that great?  Wanting to test it
somehow, I took off my blouse, and lifted the tube top
over my head.  I tried to remember who else was
outside besides my admirer.  They'd certainly be
pretty shocked if I walked out there like this without
any top on at all.  I finally decided to at least put
my blouse back on, but I left it unbuttoned.  Stuffing
my tube top into my purse, I pulled the two sides of
the blouse together, and cautiously opened the door. 
There were two Chinese girls sitting at a table not
far from mine, but I couldn't see anyone else.

Clutching my purse against my chest, I walked back to
my table, and sat down, this time with my back to the
two girls and my not-so-secret admirer on the balcony
above.  I picked up my book again, but I was so worked
up.  I kept thinking about how I was sitting there
with no bra on under my blouse.  I just sat there
frozen for a long time until finally I saw my admirer
coming around the rail to face me.

I took out a notebook, and leaned forward to write,
not about my studies, but about him and me and what we
were doing.  This got me even more excited.  As I
leaned forward, my blouse fell open, and I thought I
heard a gasp as he realized I'd taken off my tube top.
 I shook my pen, and my breasts jiggled back and forth
now more or less in plain view.  I was a bit worried
that the Chinese girls behind me might notice, but I
was too excited to just stop.

We stayed there for a long time, him staring at my
bare breasts, and me showing them off, nervously
trying to write this all down.  Eventually, I couldn't
take the tension any more.  I pulled my blouse
together, and did up the buttons.

By the time I looked up, my admirer had disappeared
again.  I felt a bit frustrated by all this, but
anyway, I didn't think either of us would have the
nerve to talk to each other especially now that I'd
been flashing him my breasts for so long.  I gathered
up my books, and went to the cafeteria to get
something to eat to try to calm down.  I didn't bother
to put my tube top back on.  I could feel my nipples
brushing against the inside of the blouse, but anyway,
I kept my blouse done up from then on.

I felt a bit embarrassed about what I had done, and
for the next little while I decided to steer clear of
the library.  I didn't want to risk running into that
guy again.  I hope I didn't give him the wrong
impression.  He probably thinks I do that kind of
thing all the time.  For the next little while, I
studied at home, until the day I had to go write
another exam.  This one was even harder than the
first, but I did my best.

Early the next week, I had another exam.  With only
two left to study for, the worst was over, and I could
relax a bit.  The next day, I studied at home in the
daytime, but after supper, I decided it was time to go
blow off some steam.  I packed my red gym shorts and a
white t-shirt, and headed down to the campus fitness
center.  There was no one much around, so I just ran
around the indoor track for a while, and then had a
shower.  Even though it was getting late, it was still
pretty warm out, so I pulled my gym outfit back on,
and went out like that.  I stopped by to see my friend
Satomi at her dorm, but she was busy studying, so I
didn't stay long.  Before I headed home though, I
decided to peek in at the library, just to take a look
around.

I browsed around the stacks, and found a few good
books.  Trying to decide which to sign out, I sat down
on the floor in the middle of the aisle.  The shorts I
was wearing were kind of short, so the floor felt kind
of cold on my buttocks cheeks.  This other girl came
down the aisle, and gave me this strange look, so I
got up to let her pass.  She kind of glanced down at
my backside disapprovingly, so I brushed it off, and
pulled the hem down, so it was better covering my
cheeks.

I was about to leave when this one particular book
caught my eye.  It had a picture on the front of this
guy standing in the nude on a mountain top somewhere. 
The title said the history of naturism or something
like that.  I opened it up, and it actually looked
pretty interesting.  He was talking about water holes
and hot springs and a whole bunch of stuff I'd been
meaning to find out more about.  Our library is
usually pretty conservative, so I was a bit surprised
to find this book here.  Was one of the Profs a closet
naturist?  I giggled.  That would be pretty funny.

I took it off the shelf, went off, and found a comfy
chair in the corner of the building by the windows,
and curled up to read my find.  The book was so
interesting really.  There was a whole world of
naturist destinations I'd never even heard of.  The
more I read the more I liked what he was saying. 
Maybe I wasn't so strange after all.  I set the book
down, and stretched out.  Then, I got a really strange
thought.  I wonder if I could take my clothes off
here.  That would be such a rush really.  It was dark
outside the window, getting really late.  I got up,
and took a look around, but it looked like everyone
else had gone home for the day.  I went back to my
corner, and tried to decide what to do.

Of course, I knew it was a completely silly idea to
strip in the library.  If someone caught me, they'd
probably be pretty shocked.  But then again, the way
that book explained it, naturism was the most natural
thing on earth.  Why do people wear clothes anyway? 
To keep warm?  It was plenty warm in the library. 
Even outside, it would be summer soon.

I stared back looking and listening carefully for
signs of people.  I was fairly sure there was no one
else on this floor, so I stuck my thumbs into the
waistband of my shorts.  I knew the whole idea was
crazy, but somehow I just couldn't resist.  Ever so
slowly, I lifted my hips, and pulled down my shorts,
all the while watching the aisle.  My hands were
shaking as I peeled my panties off, and let them fall
to my ankles.  It felt so good to be free of them.  My
pussy was tingling like crazy as I pulled my feet
free, and kicked off my shorts and panties.  I slid
one hand down between my legs gently probing around. 
I don't know what I was doing.  I was too excited to
read.  I sat there for god knows how long peering back
now and again to make sure no one was coming.

Suddenly, all the lights went out.  At first, I was a
little scared, unsure what had happened.  I squinted
around in the dark trying to find my shorts.  Before I
could find them though, behind me, I heard footsteps,
and saw a flashlight coming this way.  I sat back down
in the chair, and pulled the hem of my t-shirt down
trying to hide the fact that I was naked from the
waist down.  It turned out to be the security guard. 
He looked surprised to see me still here, but
fortunately, he stopped far enough away that he
probably couldn't see my bare legs.

"Oh sorry, miss.  It's fifteen minutes to closing."

Maybe he was expecting me to gather up my stuff, and
come with him, but I couldn't very well do that the
way I was dressed in just my t-shirt.  I felt exposed
enough as it was with his flashlight shining on my
back.

"I j-j-just want to finish up this book," I stammered
pointing down at the naturist book on the coffee
table.  There was a naked man on the cover, but
luckily, he didn't look at it too closely.

"OK, I'll turn the lights back on, but could you shut
them off when you leave?"

I nodded nervously, and finally he turned, and walked
away.  A few minutes later, the lights came back on,
and I heard him get on the elevator.  I breathed a
deep sigh of relief.  That was close!  What would he
have thought if he'd come closer and seen me sitting
here with my pussy showing?  I looked down, and
finally found my panties and shorts lying on the floor
where I'd left them.  I stood up planning to pull them
on.  Out the window, the night sky was dark, but I
could see the headlights of cars passing by on the
street below.  I wonder if they can see me up here.  I
straightened up checking out the reflection of my
pussy in the window.  Probably I'm too high up for
anyone to tell, but wouldn't they be surprised if they
could?

It must be getting cooler out by now.  Maybe I should
change into my jeans and sweatshirt.  I sat back down,
and rummaged around in my bag for them, but then I got
an even stranger thought.  Maybe this was my chance to
get naked.  The security guard was gone, and clearly
not coming back, and no one else was here.  This was
perfect!  I lifted my t-shirt, and pulled it off over
my head.  I undid my bra, and pulled it off sitting
here naked now shivering with excitement.  I was so
worked up by then it wasn't even funny.  I pulled out
my cell phone, and dialed Ryosuke.

"It's me, Emi.  Where are you now?"

"I just finished work, and I'm on the bus home.  Why? 
Where are you?"

"I'm at the library.  I was hoping you could come
down."

"No, I'm half way home."

I stood up, and peered out the window to see if I
could see his bus.  I felt so nervous standing here in
the window naked.  I thought of telling him what I was
doing, trying to coax him here, but decided I'd better
not.  I didn't want him to think I was weird or
something.  We talked for a minute more, but it was
hard to hear him over the roar of the bus, so we
finally said goodbye.  I was kind of disappointed that
he wasn't coming.  That would have been so funny to
get him to come here, and surprise him.  Knowing him,
he would have loved it.

I sat my bare bottom back down on the seat, and put my
cell phone away.  Now what am I going to do?  I guess
it'll be closing time soon, so I'd better get ready. 
I felt nervous of course, sitting there naked, but
even so, I didn't want to get back dressed just yet. 
My heart racing, I stuffed all my clothes into my
backpack, and stood up in the window again pulling it
on.  I felt so naughty flashing the outside like this.
 Still, I was so worried though that someone might see
me, so I picked up the nudist book, and took it back
to its shelf.  It felt both scary and exhilarating
walking through the library naked.  I half expected
someone to pop out at any minute.  Peering around
nervously, I walked right out into the main hall to
where I usually sat.  I could hardly believe I'd come
all this way naked, out where all the students
normally studied.  I watched the elevator lights go up
and down, afraid that someone might stop at this
floor, and find me standing here in the buff.

It was such an amazing feeling, but I couldn't take
the tension, so I finally ducked into the washroom,
and pulled on my sweatshirt and jeans.  I didn't
bother with my underwear, so I still felt strange, but
at least now I looked decent.  When I got down to the
main floor, it was buzzing with activity as everyone
filed out.  I was so lucky no one found me.  I could
hardly get over it.  I knew I shouldn't do these
things, but somehow I felt like something was
protecting me.  Maybe it was the locket Ryosuke gave
me with the picture of us in it.  Nothing bad ever
seemed to happen as long as I wore it.

A few days later, I finished my second last exam.  I
felt so relieved.  My last exam was going to be the
easiest of all because it was related to Japan.  I
still wanted to study a bit for it, but at least I
didn't have to study that hard this time.  The weather
was getting even warmer still, so I dug out this
cream-colored backless sun dress I'd been saving for
summer.  It has a skirt and everything of course, but
the top is just held up by this thin strand that runs
around the back of my neck.  You can see my whole
back.  I guess that's not that daring, but anyway, I
thought it would be fun to see what kind of looks I
got.  I didn't want to be too obvious though, so I
wore a cardigan on top of my dress on the bus, but I
took off the cardigan once I got to the library.  I
was kind of disappointed though 'cause there wasn't
much of anyone around.

I wanted to show off my dress though, so at lunch
time, I went over to Satomi's dorm, and stood out in
the middle of the quad gabbing with her for a while. 
A couple of guys from her dorm came out, and I could
tell they were kind of checking me out.  This big
handsome guy came out, and waved at Satomi as he went
by.

"Who's that?" I asked intrigued.

"Anton.  He's a med student who lives on my floor." 
Satomi noticed me watching him walk away, and told me,
"Unfortunately he's already got a girlfriend."

"Humph," I sniffed, maybe a little disappointed. 
Well, anyway, I had Ryosuke.

After lunch, I went back to the library, and studied a
bit more.  Maybe halfway through the afternoon, the
elevator door opened, and surprise surprise, there was
my secret admirer.  He looked different too, in shorts
and a t-shirt all dressed for summer.  I guess his
exams must be over, but perhaps he'd come back to see
if he could find me again.  He glanced over in my
direction, but quickly looked away, pretending he was
looking for something.  He eventually went, and got
some books, and then sat down right across from me. 
It was really funny because he was trying so hard to
pretend that he was reading when obviously the only
reason he was there was to see me.

We sat there like that for the longest time, stealing
glances at each other now and then.  I had wondered at
first if he might try to start up a conversation - we
were the only ones there for heaven's sake - but the
longer I waited, the clearer it became that he didn't
have the nerve.  I felt so weird that I couldn't study
at all.  I finally got up, and went to the washroom.

I honestly didn't know what to do.  School was ending
soon, so this would probably be the last time I would
see him.  He might be back in September, but we both
would probably have forgotten about each other by
then.  Still I didn't want to go over, and talk to him
either.  It would seem too forward, and in any case, I
already had a boyfriend.  Maybe I should just tease
him a bit more, and see what he does.  I couldn't very
well take off my dress.  I lifted up my skirt to peek
at my panties.  Hmm.  I wonder.

Quickly before I could change my mind, I slid my
panties off, and stuffed them away in my bag.  I felt
so naughty standing there pantiless... but what if
this backfires?  Maybe I should just phone Ryosuke
first, and tell him to come over.  I looked at my
watch, but it was already getting late, near the
supper time rush at the restaurant where he works, so
he probably wouldn't be able to get away.  What am I
doing anyway?  This is crazy.  I lifted up my skirt to
take a peek at my pussy in the mirror.  I ran my
fingers through my pubic hair, but by then I was
getting too excited to stop.  I pushed my skirt back
down as far as it would go, and then slowly walked
over to the door.  I was already going half crazy with
excitement.

I pushed the door open, and boldly stepped out trying
to make it look like everything was normal.  I walked
over to my chair, but I was too nervous to sit down so
close to him.  He would be able to tell for sure.  I
walked around behind him, and hurried up the stairs
trying to get away.  He must have sensed that
something was up, because he quickly got up, and
followed me.  I bit my lip in embarrassment because I
knew he would almost certainly notice I was going
commando.  I tried to walk straight, but I couldn't
seem to keep my hips from swinging side to side.  I
could feel him watching me.  My pussy felt like it was
on fire.

I hurried over to the copy machine pretending like I
was going to copy something.  I glanced back at him,
but he looked dumbfounded, like he absolutely couldn't
understand why I was pantiless.  I turned back to the
copier, getting out my copy card, and putting it into
the slot.  I leaned forward ever so slightly giving
him another peek at my bare bottom, but it was then I
noticed there was someone else on this floor.  It was
a young woman around our age, a librarian I guess,
reshelving the books.  She was looking this way, so I
quickly straightened back up, but then she started to
come over.

"Emi, is that you?"

I stared straight ahead worried she'd seen my bare
behind, and trying to remember where I'd seen her
before.

"It's me, Becky.  Don't you remember?  From the
research methods seminar."

Oh shoot!  She was in my department even.  I knew she
looked familiar.  I brushed my skirt down as best I
could, but it was terribly short.  My admirer was
keeping his distance, but still eyeing my hips hoping
I guess for another peek.

"Oh, Becky.  I didn't know you worked here," I replied
trying to act normal.

"Just for the summer.  Hey, listen, I was just going
to take my break.  Do you want to go downstairs, and
grab a coffee?"

"Oh I wouldn't want to disturb you."  I glanced
around, but I couldn't see where my fan had got to.

"Oh it's no bother.  Frankly, I'm bored silly.  Now
that exams are almost over there's no one around."

"Um, OK, I guess.  Just let me get my books."  I
gathered up my notebooks, and headed over to the
stairs.  As I started down, I suddenly noticed my fan
down below staring up at me again.  I pressed my dress
down, but I could tell from the look on his face that
he could see my pussy up the front of my skirt.  I
stopped to think what to do, but Becky was right
behind me.

"That's a beautiful dress," she said.  "Where did you
get it?"

My face had gone all hot from the embarrassed, but I
was just so buzzed by then.  I wasn't even thinking
straight anymore.  I pinched the waist with my fingers
wondering if I could get up the nerve to push this a
bit farther.

"This?"  I was so nervous I was shaking, but I slowly
tugged at the dress lifting up the skirt exposing my
pussy.  "Oh I bought it in Japan last time I was
back."

My admirer looked drunk, cross-eyed even, almost as if
he was going to faint.

"It's awfully short though," Becky noted.  I guess I
must have pulled it up a bit too far, and she'd caught
a glimpse of my bare backside.  "What kind of panties
do you wear with it?"

I wanted so much to show her, but the problem was I
didn't really know her that well, and wasn't sure how
she would react.

"Oh you know.  White cotton bikini briefs.  That sort
of thing."  Once I was back on the third floor, I
quickly leaned forward, and scooped up my books,
giving my fan another little peek at my rump. 
Unfortunately, I'd lost him by that point.  He was
spacing out completely, lost in his own thoughts.  I
scooted over to the elevator, and pressed the button,
feeling almost as if I'd won somehow.  'No man can
resist my charms,' I giggled to myself.

Becky and I got off at the first floor, but from there
you have to take an escalator up to get to the
cafeteria.  I motioned for Becky to go first, but half
way up a guy got on behind me.  He seemed to be
focused on something else at first, but my bare back
caught his attention, and by the time I'd reached the
top he was staring intently at my derriere.  In a way
I was having fun, flashing these strangers, but I was
worried too that someone might call the dean, and
report me.

There weren't any students in the cafeteria kitchen,
but there were a couple of Filipina women serving.  I
was a bit hungry, so I walked over to the hot meal
counter, and looked at what they had.  Becky was
staring quite intently at my backside apparently
having finally figured out I didn't have anything on
under my dress.  After we'd bought our stuff and
headed to the seating area, she sidled up next to me,
trying to figure out what to say.

"Um, Emi..."

"Yes."

"I don't see any white cotton panties," she confided. 
I glanced at her nervously trying to pretend I hadn't
realized.  I reached up inside my skirt to feel my
bare behind, and then opened my mouth wide feigning
surprise.

"Oh no!  What have I done with them?"  I set the tray
down, sat down on one of the chairs by the window, and
started rifling through my bag for my panties.  I
quickly found them, and showed them to her.  "Oh
shoot.  I went swimming at the fitness center earlier,
and I guess I must have forgotten to put them back
on."

"You mean you've been walking around all day like
that?"

I spread my legs wide giving her a good look at my
pussy.

"I guess," I said still trying to act embarrassed.

"That guy back there on the third floor?  I think he
was staring up your skirt," she told me.  As if I
didn't already know.

"Oh no!  This is so embarrassing.  What should I do? 
Do you think I should go back up there, and
apologize?"  I realized of course that maybe I was
pushing my innocent act a bit too far, but Becky,
bless her heart, took me at face value.

"No, no, don't do that.  You'd better just put your
panties back on, and pretend like nothing happened."

I nodded in agreement, but I was so excited by then,
happy I guess that my secret was out.  Making out as
if I were getting ready to pull on my panties, I coyly
pulled up my skirt exposing my pussy and behind to the
sun's warm rays.  Luckily, there didn't seem to be
anyone on the side street out the window, but if there
had been, they would have gotten quite a show.  All
nervous now, I stepped into my panties, but realizing
they were inside out, took them back off again.  Becky
was franticly waving for me to hurry up, but my head
was swimming with pleasurable feelings.  I finally
pulled my panties back on, and straightened my skirt,
and not a moment too soon.  My admirer had come down,
and found us.  I sat straight up self-consciously
fixing my hair still feeling quite aroused from my
little show.

My fan came over, and sat across from me behind Becky,
shamelessly peeking into my skirt, but he soon
realized I had my panties back on.  I sat there
chatting with Becky for a while, but then she had to
go, so I walked with her back to the elevator.  My
admirer followed us out, but I'd lost all my nerve.  I
hid in the washroom, and gave Satomi a call for her to
come get me.  She wondered of course what this was all
about, but I just told her this guy had been following
me.  I'm sure she had her suspicions, but anyway,
all's well that ends well.

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

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


       
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