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Swim Team
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd
like to know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home
page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

When I was in high school in Japan, I was a member of the girls
swim team, but I also was a 'manager' for the boys swim team.  In
English, 'manager' sounds like an important job, but actually,
what we did mostly was lifeguard, cheer the boys on, clean the
pool, organize training camps and stuff like that.  Maybe that
part of it didn't help my swimming that much, but it did give me
a chance to get to know all the guy swimmers in our school. 
There was one other female 'manager,' Miyuki, and the guys on the
team used to tease us, and flirt with us quite a bit.  Some of
the guys were kind of cute, but I didn't go out with any of them
at that time.  I do have a lot of fond memories though of all
those nights after school joking around with them at the pool.

After high school, we all went our separate ways, but one guy,
Yoshi, kept in touch.  The swimmers who were still in Kamakura
swam together at the coastal park pool, and the best ones were
connected with the varsity team of the local college.  Anyway,
one day, Yoshi tells me that this varsity team is looking for a
place to hold a training camp.  I kind of jokingly suggested they
should come to Oceanview, the town in California where I live,
and before I knew it, he was hatching all these plans to come
over for a week in the summer bringing the whole team with him.

Of course I was happy.  It would be nice to see them all again,
but the problem was finding a place where they could practice,
and stay.  I asked at the Oceanview University fitness center,
but they were saying these guys would all have to become members,
so I looked around for another idea.

Down at the beach near my house, there is a surf center, and they
have an outdoor pool.  I phoned up their office, and the guy said
that he could arrange to leave the surf center open at night for
them, but they'd have to sleep on the concrete floor.  I told
Yoshi, and he said that'd be fine.  They'd all bring sleeping
bags with them, and just camp out on the floor while they were
here.  I was still a bit worried, but Yoshi was all excited now,
and I heard from a few more old friends who were going to be
tagging along.  It would be nice to see them all again.

I dug out my old school competition swimsuit, and decided I'd
better go buy some new clothes, and get some kind of makeover, so
I'd look my best when they arrived.  I'd always wondered what it
would be like to date Yoshi or Mori or one of the other stars on
the team, and now here they all were coming to see me.  Miyuki
would be so jealous.

For shopping, I decided to go all the way up to Santa Monica on
the north side of L.A.  I'd kind of exhausted Oceanview, and was
looking for something a little more stylish to show off.  Santa
Monica is kind of an interesting place.  They have malls too I'm
sure, but the main shopping district I go to has stores kind of
spread out all across this whole area.  I went to Bloomingdale's,
the surf shop and lululemon.  In a store called Bare Necessities,
I found a thick white 'buttery soft' cotton tee with the words
Body Glove in small print over one of my breasts.  It did feel
nice, and apparently had bamboo in the fabric to keep you feeling
fresh and breezy, so I picked it up.

While I was strolling around though, I came upon this one shop,
Plush I think it's called.  They sell handmade bath and shower
gel in tropical scents and stuff like that.  They are a British
chain I think, and even have stores in Japan, so I knew of them.
The thing that I remembered the most was their advertising
campaign.  The staff would all dress up in just an apron, and
hand out these brochures, "ask me why I'm naked."  The answer is
that they don't believe in packaging, but seriously, it's obvious
that it's just an excuse to give their staff a chance to run
around naked outside.

Anyway, I went into the shop, and looked around.  There were a
couple of sales girls working, but they were wearing normal
long-sleeved uniforms not aprons.  I guess they just do the apron
thing during their promotional campaigns.  I wondered though if
they might be hiring, so I asked if the manager was around, but
apparently, he only comes in on weekdays.  The sales girls seemed
nice enough, although they didn't really look the type to parade
around naked I thought.  I made a mental note to come back on a
weekday, and bring a resume with me.

My other find that trip was Island Oasis Spa.  It's right on the
corner of the main street in this modern-looking building all
made of glass and steel.  They offer Shiatsu (acupressure),
Korean-style body scrubs, massage, hair removal and other things
like that.  I wondered if anyone Japanese was working there, but
the receptionist was a blonde Anglo girl, and the therapists
seemed to be East European.  I liked the atmosphere though, so I
asked the receptionist a bit more about it, and finally booked an
appointment.  That'll help me look my best for when my friends
show up.

Soon enough, the day of my spa appointment arrived.  I printed
out a copy of my resume, and took it along to Santa Monica,
stopping by at the bath shop first.  The manager was there, but
when I told him I could work in just an apron if they needed me
too, he just looked at me strange, not sure whether I was teasing
him or not.  I realized that maybe I'd come off as being a bit
strange, and tried to impress on him what a good employee I could
be, but soon he started staring at my bare legs, wondering if I
was a nymphomaniac or something.  I did my best to convince him
that I was sincere about wanting a job, but I was pretty sure I'd
blown my chance.  Ah well.  Maybe I could try some other stores
in the chain, and maybe take a more delicate approach next time.

Anyway, I window-shopped a bit more, killing time until my spa
appointment.  I actually found a Hooters just around the corner
from the spa and a lululemon right next door.  Hooters is this
hamburger shop where the waitresses wear tight form-fitting tank
tops that show off their... well their hooters I guess. 
lululemon sells skintight yoga pants and athletic wear for women.
 I don't know why, but it just kind of struck me as a strange mix
for such a trendy neighborhood

Luckily, the estheticians in the spa were a lot more laid-back
than the bath shop manager guy.  I asked if I could have my scrub
and wax done while I was naked, and the girl said 'of course' as
if it was the most natural thing in the world.  She led me back
into this little cubicle, and pulled a curtain over the front, so
I could get undressed without being seen from the huge glass
windows running across the front of the shop.

I felt a bit strange getting naked so close to the street, but
the esthetician girl didn't even blink when she came in, and
quickly got to work applying lemon-scented oil all over my body
to prepare me for the scrub.  We talked over how the wax was
going to go, and she actually complimented me on how hairless and
creamy my skin looked.  She took a closer look at my pubic
region, and explained the different options: bikini line, narrow
bikini, playboy and Brazilian.  I didn't want to do anything too
drastic, so I went for the regular bikini line, and even asked
her to apply some numbing cream first.  Unfortunately, after they
apply the numbing cream, you have to wait for like an hour, and
so she ended up going away to deal with their other customers.

So here I am lying there naked on this cot behind a curtain not
far from the main street of Santa Monica, this bustling suburb of
L.A.

"Your skin is so soft and creamy," she had said, almost as if she
were flirting with me.  I was trying so hard to be a good girl,
but I was restless and starting to get excited.  I could hear the
receptionist greet a new customer, but they took her off to a
cubicle on the other side of the spa.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I got up off the cot, and went
over to the curtain to peek out.  They had all kinds of health
and beauty products on display in the space in front of my stall.
 Just beyond that, there were these huge show-windows looking out
onto the street.  The glass appeared tinted, and the glass was so
shiny that it was probably reflecting the street scene for those
walking by outside.  There didn't even seem to be anyone out
there on the street - apart from the cars on the main drive.

I looked down at my naked body, but that just got me even more
excited.  The massage oil was making my skin glisten in the
light.  Oh god.  I knew I should lie back down, but honestly I
couldn't resist.  Peering around the corner to see if the
receptionist was there, I slowly opened the curtain exposing my
naked body to the street.  The thought jumped into my mind of me
walking all the way back to that bath goods shop, and applying
for a job in the nude.  That would sure show the manager how
serious I was.

My heart beating in my chest, I cautiously tiptoed forward to get
a better look at the reception desk.  There was no sign of the
receptionist.  She must have taken the lady who just arrived to a
cubicle on the other side, and was helping her get settled in. 
I'm all alone out here - me and their shelves of shampoos... oh
and a few cars outside.  I'm pretty sure that the drivers out on
the street couldn't see me.  None of them were stopping or
honking their horns anyway.

Tempting fate, I continued to walk over - naked - right to the
very front door of the spa itself.  My whole body was just
tingling with excitement.  There wasn't really anyone outside on
the side street, just a couple of trees and beautiful sunshine. 
I was so nervous that my whole body was shaking.  I wanted so
much to go outside, and bask in the sun, but I was worried that
the receptionist might come back.  I wonder if their other
customers ever walk around the spa naked.

I thought I heard the receptionist coming though, so I dashed
back into my cubicle, and closed the curtain.  I lay back down,
but when I put my hand between my breasts, I could feel my heart
beating away a mile a minute.  I really shouldn't take chances
like that, but I really can't seem to stop.  The thrill is
addictive.

The esthetician eventually came back, and waxed me to my bikini
line, so I'd be able to swim with the guys when they came.  I
really liked the way the esthetician was so relaxed about the
whole nudity thing, so I'll probably go back there some day.

Anyway, the day finally rolled around for the boys to arrive.  I
took the train up to L.A. to pick them up at the airport.  Yoshi
had grown into a handsome young man, tanned and beaming, and Mori
and most of the others look good too.  In high school, they were
all a bit awkward perhaps, but now they all seemed much more
confident in their manliness.  It was great to see them, and this
one younger one Shoji even came up, and gave me a hug.

We grabbed the train back to Oceanview, and then I took them
straight to the surf center, because they were all pretty tired
from the flight.  It was still daytime, so people were tramping
in and out of the surf center, but we got the staff guy to open
up one of the back rooms, so they could lay out their sleeping
bags, and get some sleep.  I was worried whether it would be
quiet enough, but they all seemed happy just to have a place to
stay, so I guess it was fine.  I said good night, and told them
to call if they needed anything.

On weekdays, I was working at the university sometimes until
late, but I'd always drop by at the surf center to see them on my
way home.  I don't know if Yoshi and them spoke English that
much, but they seemed to be getting along okay with food and
stuff.  I felt a bit guilty because they'd come all this way to
see me, but I wasn't able to spend that much time with them.

Another problem was that I'd show up after 9 or whatever, and
they'd all be zonked out from the jet lag or whatever, so we'd
only talk a short while before they went to sleep.  The second or
third night I brought my swimsuit with me, and after they all
came back to the centre to get ready for bed, I slipped in for a
late night dip in the ocean.  By the time I came back to the
center, all the lights were out, so I had to carefully tiptoe my
way through their sleeping forms to get to the girls shower.

They all seemed to be sleeping in their shorts, so I could see
their abs and pecks in the moonlight.  I felt this vague twinge
of excitement as I closed the door to the bath, and stripped out
of my bikini.  Even though it was dark, it was more than a little
arousing getting naked knowing that all these fit young boys were
just outside.  I soaped up my body, lovingly rubbing the suds
around my bouncy breasts and between my legs.  What with the
darkness, the moonlight, the sound of waves lapping on the shore
and all these handsome boys, the whole atmosphere was pretty
romantic.

It was only when I finished my shower that I realized that I must
have left my bag outside.  I'd been so excited at being
surrounded by all these guys that I hadn't really thought this
whole thing through very well.  I fingered my bikini trying to
shake out the sand.  Now what do I do?  I couldn't just stand
here naked all night.  I had to find my towel and clothes, and
get dried off.

I gently pushed the door open, peering out at Yoshi and all his
friends sprawled out on the floor.  As far as I could see, they
were all asleep.  I knew of course that it probably wasn't such a
good idea to go out there.  Even if they were asleep now, if I
accidentally ran into one, and he woke up, and found me naked...
Still, the idea did have its appeal.  I don't think I've ever
been naked in a room full of sleeping guys before.  I mean I knew
them all pretty well since high school.  Maybe it'd be alright.

My mind made up, I finally set my bikini down on the sink, and
pushed the door open again.  My pussy was tingling away like
anything, all worked up over what I was about to do.  I carefully
slid my way past the door straining my eyes in the darkness to
see where their bodies lay.  There was a faint light streaming in
through the blinds from the street lights outside.  I made my way
around the first couple boys scanning the floor for my bag. 
Normally, I'd be out of my head with panic, but somehow the
darkness made me feel safe.

Suddenly though, a car drove by outside, flashing its headlights
in through the window.  My whole body was lit up for a split
second, my furry bush and sensitive breasts.  Worrying that the
driver might have seen me, I patted my neck looking for my lucky
necklace, but it wasn't there.  Oh no!  I must have forgotten it
at home.  This is not good at all.  As long as I had my necklace
on, I was usually safe, but this time I had nothing at all to
protect me.  I debated going back to the bath to fetch my bikini,
but it had gone dark again, and it was hard to see where the boys
were lying.  Shivering from the fear, I continued to scan the
floor for my bag, but it was nowhere in sight.  Had I left it
outside in the foyer maybe?

At my feet, I could make out two boys - one Yoshi perhaps, but
the pathway between them was narrow, and I almost lost my balance
trying not to touch them.  I was getting more used to the
darkness, and started to find my footing, making for the
entrance.  I froze every time a car drove by, but slowly made my
way towards the door.  I'd almost made it when suddenly I heard a
car again.  I stood stock still, but this time the car didn't
drive by.  It pulled into the parking lot, its headlights shining
right in my eyes blinding me.  I think what must have happened
was the driver had spotted me out here naked as he drove by, and
came back to get a better look.

With the whole room lit up, it was now much easier to see the
boys on the floor, so I quickly made for the door. 
Unfortunately, the bright light was causing some of the boys to
wake up.  I made a dash for the door, and ran out into the main
foyer.  I had made it to safety, but the lights were on out here,
and there was still no sign of my bag.  I was cursing myself for
being so silly when Yoshi himself appeared at the door.  He was
rubbing his eyes, stunned I guess to find me out here naked.  I
covered my pussy and breasts, but my senses had gone into
overdrive, embarrassed by my predicament.  I did my best to
muster a smile.

"Oh, Yoshi, can you help me?  I can't find my bag.  Could you
lend me a shirt or something to cover up with?"

Yoshi was still blinking in the light, staring at me, trying to
figure out why on earth I was out here naked.

"What's going on?  Where are your clothes?"

"That's it exactly.  I don't know where I left my bag.  Have you
seen it?" I said trying hard to hide the trembling in my voice. 
Yoshi glanced around, but he had no idea where it was either, and
in any case, seemed more interested in ogling sweet little
defenseless me rather than helping.

"Oh, stop staring, and help!" I hissed, trying not to wake the
others.

He shook his head, seemingly to wake himself up, and looked away
for a moment, but his eyes kept drifting back towards my naked
body.  He was obviously going to be no help at all, so I tiptoed
back over to the doorway to the room they were sleeping in, and
scanned around for my bag.  Some of the boys were shielding their
eyes from the light, and cursing at the car for waking them up,
but luckily, they hadn't noticed me yet.  I finally spotted my
bag way over on the far side of the room back near the showers.

Yoshi was examining my ass, a little tent formed in his shorts. 
I shook his arm trying to wake him out of his stupor.

"There's my bag over there by the other door.  Can you go get
it?" I whispered.  I was trying to keep a level head, but to tell
you the truth, I was quite excited by the whole situation.  Here
I was out in the bright light of the foyer without a stitch of
clothing, with all these boys I used to be interested in right
next door.  I ran one hand along my breasts and the other along
my bare buttocks, shuddering a bit as I felt an orgasm coming on.
 I knew it was probably a silly thing to do, come out here naked
like this, but I don't think I'd ever done anything like that
before, wander around naked in a room filled with buff sleeping
boy toys.  Crazy maybe, but a complete rush; let me tell you.

In the next room, I could hear Yoshi talking with Shoji and some
of the other boys.  I strained to hear what they were saying.  It
sounded like Shoji was asking why this car outside was shining
lights in on them.  I was worried that Yoshi might tell them the
real reason, but luckily, he didn't.  Soon Yoshi reappeared at
the door holding my bag.

"Emi, you're one crazy girl.  Do you know that?" he laughed as he
handed me my bag.  I didn't have time to argue.  I set the bag
down on the floor, and squatted down to dig out my clothes. 
Yoshi continued to examine my round little behind, making me even
hornier still.  I guess it was kind of a silly thing to do, to
come out here naked like this, but I just couldn't resist.  My
excitement had overruled my common sense.

I finally found a towel in my bag, and stood up to dry off my
body.  Yoshi noticed that I wasn't really making much of an
effort to cover up, and this seemed to get him more excited
still.  I kept glancing at the door making sure that Shoji or any
of the boys wasn't coming, but actually, I was getting a real
kick out of teasing Yoshi like this.  He'd always been one of my
favorites, buff and handsome, yet modest and sincere.  He'd been
the one to organize their trip here, and I guess I trusted him.

Having dried off, I dug out a t-shirt next, and straightened it
out, still glancing nervously at the door.  Yoshi came a bit
closer as if he were going to hug me, but I nodded toward the
door warning him that the others might still be awake.  Once I
got my t-shirt on, I felt a bit safer even though you could still
see my naughty bits peeking out from under the hem.

I squatted down to fish out my skirt next, but I could hear
rustling noises coming from the other room, so I had to hurry.  I
guess one of the boys was wondering what Yoshi and I were doing
out here so long.  I stepped into my mini-skirt, and zipped it
up, with Yoshi still hovering over me like a wolf closing in on
its prey.  I was at last decent and not a second too soon, as
Shoji popped his head out the door, asking what was going on.  I
just smiled innocently, while discreetly trying to tuck my
t-shirt in without giving away that I'd been changing.  Yoshi
still had a hard-on, but somehow managed to tuck it into the
waistband of his shorts before Shoji noticed.

I still felt pretty randy from my feat of daring, but luckily,
Shoji convinced Yoshi to let me go, so they could get some sleep.
 Yoshi peered at me with a sly knowing look in his eyes, as I
gathered up my bag, and bid them good night.

I wasn't exactly sure what I should do about the boys after that.
 I still wanted to see them, but I was a little bit worried that
Yoshi might have gotten the wrong idea (or even worse the right
one!) about me.  I did have a day off from work coming up, and I
figured it would be pretty strange if I stayed away, so I phoned
up Mori.  He said they had training planned for that day, and
asked if I'd come down to the pool, and act as a lifeguard like I
used to do.  I figured that'd be safe enough, so I agreed.

That morning, I packed my whistle, my old school swimsuit and the
body glove t-shirt into my bag, and set out for the surf center.
The boys were all up early, bright and chipper, swimming up a
storm.  I went into the girls change room to change into my old
swimsuit, but wouldn't you know it?  It was too tight.  I guess
it had been a few years since I last wore it, but I didn't think
I'd put on weight or anything.  The problem was more that my hips
and breasts had filled out a bit since I was in high school.

It was uncomfortable wearing this suit, so I ended taking it back
off, and standing there naked wondering what to do.  I guess I
could go back home, and get one of my bikinis, but that would
take a long time.  I looked down at my body glove t-shirt when
this naughty thought popped into my mind.  I wonder if I could
get away with going out there in just the t-shirt.  The material
was a fairly heavy cotton, so they probably wouldn't be able to
see through it.  I pulled it on, and it was more or less long
enough to cover my family jewels.  If I'd been thinking straight,
I probably would have worn some undies at least, but my streaking
experience of a few nights before still had me pretty excited. 
Maybe I'll just go out there for a little while like this, and
see if anyone notices.

Pulling the whistle on around my neck, I left my bag there, and
padded over to the door to see what the boys were up to.  They
were all standing at attention facing away from me on the deck
while Yoshi was lecturing them on some points they should be
paying attention to.  I pushed my t-shirt hem down at the front
to make sure my pussy was covered, and then quietly, slipped out,
and came up behind them, getting a little thrill at doing such a
dangerous thing.  I felt for the hem at the back, but it wasn't
quite covering my bare backside.  There was a diamond wire mesh
fence behind me, but luckily there didn't seem to be anyone on
the other side.  Hopefully, it would look like I was wearing a
thong, but the feeling of being commando with the boys right here
was driving me bonkers.  My face felt warm, and I'm pretty sure I
must have been blushing.

The boys were all focused on Yoshi's pep talk, so no one had
noticed me yet.  I playfully raised my arms flashing my bare
bottom at the street.  If any of them had turned around, they
would have been able to see my muff, but that was what made the
whole thing so delicious.  Yoshi soon wrapped up his talk though,
so I lowered my arms back down, nervously looking down at the hem
to make sure I was covered.

Mori finally noticed me, and warmly gushed,

"Oh by the way, Emi has the day off today, so she came down here
to lifeguard!"

They all looked at me at once, and I was terribly afraid that
they would be able to tell.  Most of them just smiled, and said
hi though, so perhaps it was OK.  Yoshi though looked down at my
hem, suspicious, especially after what he'd seen me do the other
night.  I walked away, trying to keep my distance from Yoshi, but
he came after me, and mischievously whispered in my ear,

"You should climb up on the lifeguard chair," pointing up at it.
It towered way above the deck, so the lifeguard could see what
was going on at both ends of the pool, but I couldn't very well
climb up the ladder dressed like this.  I glared at Yoshi,
annoyed.  How had he guessed my secret so quickly?

After that, he was gentleman enough to back off, but I kept
wondering if I should go back inside, and pull on some shorts.  I
didn't climb up the chair, but I went around to the fence on the
beach side, and leaned up against it trying to hide my butt
cheeks from the boys.  There were a lot more people on the beach
side, but luckily no one seemed to be paying much attention to
little ol' me.

I continued to keep my distance from Yoshi, and carefully kept
the hem pushed down over my pussy.  Mori swam up to the edge of
the pool to ask me something, so I did move forward, so that I
could hear him.  I was so busy trying to keep away from Yoshi
that I didn't noticed Shoji come up behind me at first.  He was
standing right there his head tilted to the side, gawking at my
bare bottom in wonder.  I franticly felt for the hem with my
fingertips, only to realize I'd overdone it with pulling it
forward, leaving quite a bit of my ass exposed.

"That's quite some swimsuit you have!" he smiled, obviously quite
taken with my rear.

"Thanks," I squinted, nodding shyly, hoping he would back off.  I
wanted to pull my t-shirt down at the back, but I couldn't
without flashing my pussy at Mori in the process.

Shoji kept right on standing there, so I eventually backed up,
and pressed my bare backside against the fence.  Unfortunately,
some of the beachgoers were now starting to notice me, and this
one guy stopped to check out my buns.  This would have been
alright I suppose except that my pussy was on fire, excited by
all these admirers on every side.  Eventually, though Mori and
Shoji went back to swimming allowing me to fix my hem, and find a
more secluded place to stand.

Time passed quickly, and eventually as the morning wore on
without anything terrible happening, I began to relax, and feel a
bit more comfortable.  I hadn't forgotten that I was commando,
but none of the boys seemed terribly worried about how I was
dressed anymore, and even Yoshi seemed to have stopped staring at
me.  It was getting near lunch time too, so I guess we were all
starting to think more about what we were going to eat.

Shoji got up out of the pool, and started telling me about what
was new in Japan.  Shoji was a bit of a dancer, and he started
imitating Kimutaku (Kimura Takuya of the boy idol group SMAP)
doing a break-dance routine to get me to laugh.  What made it
even funnier was both the song and the dance moves were so old,
like something from the eighties.

I told him that now people in the States were listening more to
Beyonce or Rihanna or singers like that.  He asked me to show
him, so I started singing Beyonce's "Single Ladies (Put a Ring On
It)," and imitating the dance that goes with it.  I guess I knew
that I shouldn't be swinging my hips around dressed the way I
was, but I was so happy I'd made it through the morning without
anything going wrong that I was starting to get a little
overconfident.  Shoji put his lips together in this wry little
smile, and now the other boys were staring at me too.  Realizing
that I might have taken this a bit too far, I stopped dancing,
and peered out at them hoping that they hadn't noticed my lack of
undies.  It was pretty obvious though that they had seen
something because they were all staring at me now, shocked I
guess to catch a glimpse of my pussy.

"Something like that," I said to Shoji, but my face was getting
hot again.  I ended up heading for the girls' change room to
hide, but I had sort of mixed feelings about what I'd done.  It
was kind of fun being the center of attention like that with them
all staring at me.  I really should be more careful though. 
What'll they think of me now?

After that, I pulled on my shorts, and tried to make out as if
I'd been wearing them all along although I'm sure many of them
knew better.  Luckily, they didn't seem upset at all.  If
anything, it looked like they'd got as much of a kick out of my
little show as I had.

They all got dressed too, and we headed out to lunch.  The
conversation kept veering in a dangerous direction.  They started
talking about nude beaches, nude surfing contests, and lord knows
what all to the point where it was obvious that they must have
caught a glimpse of my foliage.  I almost told them about the
nude beach in Oceanview, but I was a little worried about where
this all was leading, and ultimately decided not to.  After
lunch, I told them I had to go, and made some excuse to leave.

The day of their flight, I went down to the surf center to say
goodbye.  They were all scurrying around packing up their things,
but Yoshi came over to thank me for all my help.

"Back when we were in high school, we all thought of you as our
little sister, but now you've grown up into a beautiful - and
sexy - young woman," he beamed.  I felt a bit embarrassed
especially by the way he put the stress on the word 'sexy,' but I
had enjoyed their visit, and was sorry to see them go.  I went
with them to the station, and Shoji even came over to give me a
hug again.  I couldn't help shedding a tear as we waved goodbye.

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

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