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Subject: {ASSM} Shopping Again {Emi Tsuruta} (FM+, exhib, voy, nosex)
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Shopping again
By Emi Tsuruta

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After my run-in with the tall, dark and married stranger, I kind
of promised myself not to fool around at the supermarket anymore.
 A few things happened though that made this promise hard to
keep.  One was that I found a new supermarket.  It's a little bit
far, so I have to take a bus or my bike to get there.  It's in
this big building with a modern design, high ceilings, a grand
wirework staircase leading up to a theatre-like balcony with a
cafe and just about everything else you could ever want.  The
actual market is on the second floor (parking on the first), and
then there's this gently sloping escalator that takes you up. 
There are big picture windows all along the front, so it's bright
and sunny in the daytime.

It's in a fairly upscale neighborhood, so the customers are
usually pretty well dressed.  The men who shop there didn't make
much of an impression on me, but some of the guys on staff are
kind of cute.  The young man who worked behind the meat counter
was all anxious to please, but he had a bit of an accent, so I
think maybe he was French or East European.  Also, one of the
checkout cashiers was Filipino I guess.  The two of us started
chatting about recycling, and he was, like, really knowledgeable,
and looked me straight in the eye when he talked.  I liked his
confidence.

Most of the shoppers though are women.  This is California, so
there's like all these bleached blondes roaming around, striking
poses, trying to attract the attention of the guys.  I guess I
shouldn't complain too much, but I didn't really like how they
pretend to be dressing casually, as if they just popped in
wearing whatever they had on at home, but when you look closely,
there are usually swanky designer labels on their off-shoulder
blouses and biker shorts.  This supermarket isn't really a place
to meet single guys, but I don't know - I just felt like I should
dress up too, and show everyone that we 'exotic Asians' know a
thing or two about looking sexy.

Another part of this was I'd been shopping around for clothes,
and had picked up a few new items that I wanted to try out.  I'd
been looking for long t-shirt dresses, and I finally managed to
find a few.  Most of them I got on the internet, so before they'd
arrive, I was never really sure exactly how long they would be. 
None of them are really dresses at all.  I'd just kind of gone
for designers or labels where people were saying that the
t-shirts were a bit longer than usual.

Whenever a package would arrive in the mail, I'd get all excited,
and run upstairs to my room to open it up.  I'd strip naked, and
try the t-shirt on trying to judge if it was long enough to wear
by itself.  Some of them were indecently short, but I guess I can
admit I sometimes got a bit excited modeling them in the mirror,
and wondering if I should show Brandon or someone what a naughty
girl I am!

Oh yeah.  And then there was Brandon.  He was my host mom's
teenaged son, now old enough to go to college, but definitely the
forbidden fruit I knew I should be staying away from.  On one
level, I understood this.  I'd know him since he was a kid, and
he was still quite a few years younger than me.  I had tried so
hard not to corrupt him, but I'm not sure if everyone else would
see it that way.

He had been on my mind.  I had these exciting dreams about him
where we end up kissing or doing stuff like that.  Whenever I
woke up, I'd always tell myself it was just a dream, but it was
starting to get to me.  He was a handsome boy.  Still, having to
keep myself under control at home was driving me to look for
other ways to blow off some steam.  That's probably what got me
chasing after that married guy a while back there.

Anyway, there I was sitting in my room one day, staring at this
new t-shirt I'd just pulled on, wondering if I should wear it to
go grocery shopping.  Like so many of these t-shirts, it's really
nice and everything, made of plush creamy white cotton, but not
quite long enough to wear outside as a dress.  I kept trying to
stretch it out, so it'd cover my privates, and I almost had it
too.  It did look fairly decent at the front covering up my furry
bush, but the problem was more the back.  I'd get it stretched
out covering my bottom, but then after I'd let it go, or
especially when I raised my arms, out would pop my sexy little
behind for all to see.

Oh this is hopeless!  I'd better just pull on a pair of shorts,
and then I won't have to worry about it.  I can save my grand
t-shirt dress experiment for some other time.

In my dresser, I found a pair of black biker shorts that I'd
picked up recently.  They're made from this slippery 'climacool
microweave' material that feels a bit weird when it brushes up
against your skin.  I hadn't really worn them before at least not
without undies, and it was quite the sensation walking around in
them.  Anyway, I headed downstairs, called out goodbye to my host
mom Loretta, pulled on my sandals, and then went into the garage
to get my bike.

It was actually so bright and sunny out that I ended up going
back in to get a wide brim hat, sunglasses and sunscreen for my
bike ride.  I kind of like wearing the hat and sunglasses because
I think it makes me look a bit like one of those Hollywood
starlets hiding from the paparazzi.

I'd discovered a shortcut through this ravine that passes through
town under the bridges with the major roads running above.  It's
a beautiful park with overarching trees and bulrushes in the
marshes running next to the bike path, but I kept getting
distracted by the feeling of my shorts on my skin and the bike
saddle between my legs.  I guess I hadn't been bike riding for a
while, but it was like this weird feeling, having this stiff
leather knob, rubbing the slippery material of my shorts up
against my pussy over and over every time I'd pedal.  I know
riding a bike is such a normal thing, but for some reason, my
body was reacting to the stimulation, getting me all excited.  I
got off the bike to try to calm down, but as soon as I got back
on, I felt it again even stronger than before.

It was such a relief when I finally got to the store, so I could
get off, lock the bike up, and try to calm down.  I'm not usually
that sensitive, but maybe it was something about the warm
weather, or the way I'd been modeling the t-shirt in the mirror
earlier.  I had this pleasant buzz, a natural high, even after
I'd left the bike, and headed for the store.

Just by the entrance, there was a woman standing there, waiting
for someone maybe.  I normally wouldn't have noticed her, but she
was wearing a light billowing sundress that was open down one
side.  It caught my attention because you could almost see her
breast from the side.  After I passed, I turned to look back,
just to check if you could see her other breast too, but the
dress was closed up on the other side.  My, that is pretty
risqué, standing there in the store entrance, flashing your
breasts at all the guys who walk by.  Anyway, that should give
you an idea of what I'm up against here in my neighborhood.

Once I was in the air-conditioned store, I took off my hat and
sunglasses, and put them away in my bag.  I eventually noticed
this wet sensation down between my legs.  Oh shoot.  I must have
gotten so turned on by my little bike trip there that I ended up
creaming my shorts.  To make matters worse, the shorts were still
tickling my most intimate places down there as I walked.  Now
what do I do?  I can't just walk around like this.  I'd better go
upstairs to the washroom, and get cleaned up.

So up I go, up this grand sloping wirework staircase, and then
along the balcony overlooking the produce section of the store. 
Quite a nice view from up here.  There was just one older guy
sitting in the cafe, but he seemed to be wrapped up in reading
his newspaper.  The store doesn't really seem that busy today.

Once I was safely inside the washroom, I pulled down my shorts,
and stepped out of them.  At least that got rid of that creepy
polyester feeling on my skin.  The problem now though is that I'm
standing there in a t-shirt that really isn't quite long enough
to cover everything.  Then again there was that woman outside who
was flashing her breasts at everyone.  (OK, maybe she wasn't
actually 'flashing' her breasts, but the opening at the side is
there to make you wonder if you'll be able to catch a peek at her
breast, which is almost the same thing... in my book anyway).  So
maybe it wouldn't be so bad even if I did show a little skin,
would it?

I turned my back to the mirror, and raised my arms, so that I
could examine my own bare bottom.  It was a nice behind, I
thought, smooth soft skin, cute and spankable.  Everyone I showed
it to seemed to like it.  My boyfriend Ryosuke was always saying
I should show it off more, although perhaps this isn't really
what he meant.

Deep down inside though, even in the rather excited state I was
in, I of course knew that walking outside in this get-up wasn't
that good an idea.  To be perfectly honest, at that point, I was
just fooling around mostly, toying with the idea, not really
intending to go through with it.  I was getting such a kick out
of hanging around the washroom commando that I rather brashly
opened the door, and peeked out.  There didn't seem to be anyone
on the balcony, except that one guy way over there in the cafe. 
I decided to chance it, and clutching my shorts tightly in my
hand, I tiptoed out and over to the railing, peering down at the
produce section below to see how many people were here today.

I was so nervous that my heart was pounding away in my chest.  Of
course, I was worried that if anyone looked up, they might be
able to see my pussy.  Then suddenly out of the corner of my eye,
I caught sight of two black women coming right this way along the
gangway!  I was so surprised that I almost lost my balance.  I
grabbed for the railing, but when I did, my fingers must have
slipped, and I dropped my shorts over the edge.  I then watched
in horror as they drifted down, and landed on the top of one of
the freezers on the floor below.

Oh god.  Now what do I do?  The women came up, and looked at me
to get me to move out of the way.  I let them pass, but then ran
into the washroom after them to get my bag.  The really strange
thing about this was that they didn't seem to notice the way I
was dressed at all.  They were both kind of beautiful and sexy,
sort of like Beyonce I guess.  Maybe they were used to people
dressing sexy, and didn't think it was any big deal.  Well, that
was good news.  Even so, I still had to go down, and get my
shorts before someone notices them, and takes them.

I carefully walked along the gangway back towards the cafe, my
heart beating away pitter-pat at being so exposed out here in the
open.  The cool air-conditioned air was making me acutely aware
of how naked I really was.  I didn't want to fiddle with the hem
of my t-shirt, but I was pretty sure you could probably see the
cheeks of my buttocks peeking out from underneath.  I eyed the
older gentleman as I got closer, but ended up circling around the
far set of tables, so he wouldn't be able to see me.  Probably
the hardest part was going down the stairs because it was so out
in the open.  Clutching the railing, I made my way down as best I
could, glancing this way and that.  Luckily, the few people who
were on the shop floor didn't really pay much attention to me,
and I made it down alright.

I quickly made my way across toward the freezer where my shorts
were, but all the tables with the vegetables were a lot lower
than I remembered, so people could get a good look at me, if
they'd only look.  It was weird though how most people were so
caught up in what they were doing that they didn't even notice me
or the way I was dressed, wearing an all too short t-shirt,
sandals and not much else.

I finally made it to the freezer by the deli counter, but there
was a woman customer hovering around nearby as well as the
handsome young European guy working behind the counter.  I didn't
really want them to see me like this, but they were right there,
facing this way.  Oh god.  Now what do I do?

I turned to look behind me, but sure enough other customers were
now coming in.  They all looked harmless enough, but I couldn't
just stand out here all day dressed like this.  I looked up at
the top of the freezers trying to find my shorts.  There they
were perched atop the one freezer against the wall, but they were
awfully high up.  I couldn't very well reach up, and get them
with the woman and European guy right there looking on, could I?
I clutched my buttocks, all nervous now, not knowing what to do.

The new customers were coming closer, so I quickly ducked to the
far side of the cheese freezer, and headed down that aisle.  The
European guy clerk spotted me, and was clearly planning to ask
for my order if I went any nearer.  Oh shoot.  This is no good at
all.

Another problem I was having though was that I was starting to
get excited.  I guess I can admit that I found the deli counter
guy vaguely attractive, so part of me was thinking I should just
flash him my goodies, and see how he reacts.  I was worried
though about how the woman might react.  I had to chance it
though because there was no other way of getting my shorts back.

I wandered over toward the freezer, looking up at my shorts.  I
was hunching my shoulders forward, so that the hem of my t-shirt
would cover my pussy, but I was acutely aware that if anyone came
up behind me, they'd be able to see my bare behind.  Just the
thought of being seen was getting me even more excited.

The European guy looked at me curiously, wondering what I was
doing slouching forward, peering up at the top of the freezer.

"Um.  I dropped something," I explained, hoping he couldn't tell
how embarrassed I felt.  He didn't offer to help me look, which
is probably just as well since if he came out from behind the
counter, he probably would have noticed how short my shirt was.

I stopped to check behind me again.  Only once I was sure that no
one was watching did I quickly reach up, and grab my shorts.  I
put my other hand on my bottom, checking the hem, and sure
enough, it had sprung up so far my whole rear and pussy were
completely exposed.  I felt this charge of excitement run through
my body.  I could hardly believe I was standing here practically
bottomless right in the middle of the store.

Luckily, it seemed like no one had seen me.  I quickly let my
arms back down, and straightened the hem of my t-shirt to cover
back up, my heart beating away in my chest.  People were coming
this way though, so I zipped around the end of one of the tables.
 I think the European guy might have caught a glimpse of my
backside as I walked away, but luckily, he didn't call out or
anything.  Maybe he didn't realize I was naked.

I wandered down along the wall to the baked goods section, which
is kind of sectioned off from the rest of the store by this
partition and a table with all the flatbreads on it.  Just on the
other side of the table, there were two stock boys chatting up a
storm as they unloaded the packages onto the shelves.  The
shelves between us would probably block the stock boys' view of
my lower body, but the problem was more that if I tried to pull
my shorts on, I was worried that it would look suspicious.

I stared at the shorts in my hand, wondering what I should do
next.  I knew I had to pull my shorts on before someone sees me,
but I didn't want to give myself away in the process.  I listened
to the stock boys, but it sounded like they were still going to
be there for a while, and weren't coming this way.  I hadn't
really seen any other customers in this part of the store.

I soon realized in all the excitement I'd forgotten to pick up a
shopping basket by the top of the escalator there, so I couldn't
really do any shopping.  I wonder if I can make it through the
produce section, dressed like this without anyone noticing me. 
I'd seen the bleached blondes strutting around their store in
their sexy outfits before.  They just glided along with such
confidence like runway models.  Maybe if I act like that, people
will think my t-shirt is just the fashion.  I guess I knew that
might be pushing it, but I still wanted to try.  I put my shorts
in my bag, and fished out my hat and sunglasses, and put them on.
 I don't look that strange, do I?  Sort of like Britney Spears or
Paris Hilton maybe.  They do some crazy things too sometimes,
don't they?  This is California after all.

Despite all my bravado, I still felt really nervous, and peeked
out from behind the flatbread table.  If I walk past these guys,
they'll probably check out my backside for sure.  The question is
did I want that or not.  Would they gawk?  Wolf-whistle?  Not
even notice, or pretend like nothing is wrong?  The problem was I
was getting even more excited just thinking how they would react.
 Anyway, I'm just going to do this, and see what happens.

Shoulders back and head held high like a model, I stepped out
from behind the table.  I glanced back over my shoulder watching
their reaction.  I was actually cheating a bit, swinging my bag
round behind me, but it wasn't big enough to cover my bare bottom
anyway.  I was actually too nervous to walk like a model, but I
padded along fairly quickly trying to look natural.  They didn't
turn to look at me until I was almost out of sight, so I didn't
really get to see their reaction at all.  Perhaps they hadn't
even realized I was naked under this.  Anyway, I'd passed the
first hurdle.

Out in the main area of the produce section, there were a few
middle-aged women and a man, but they looked a bit conservative,
so I cheated again, and lowered my bag to cover my pussy. 
Showing my embarrassment in this way was probably a giveaway that
I had something to hide, but anyway, they didn't really pay much
attention to me, and I managed to make it all the way across the
floor to the place where the shopping baskets were.

A little further on, there was a glass door leading to an
overpass that went to the next building, and I wondered if I
should go outside like this.  I really wanted to go outside, and
feel the sun on my skin, but I was too worried, and decided not
to chance it.  I'd better just concentrate on shopping, and not
stay out here long.

Picking up a shopping basket, I pulled my bag up onto my
shoulder, and then used the basket to cover my pussy.  There. 
That's better.  That probably doesn't look strange at all.  The
only thing I have to worry about is people staring at my bottom.
Hopefully, they won't realize I'm commando even if they do look.
They'll probably just think it's a thong, I assured myself.

I floated around the store, a bit more confident now, and
whenever anyone would stare, I'd just innocently glance over at
them, as if I was wondering why they were staring.  This was
actually kind of fun.  As long as I pretend like they're the one
who is in the wrong, maybe I'll be able to get away with this.

As I scampered around the store, enjoying the game of cat and
mouse, a new problem suddenly dawned on me.  Up on the high
ceiling, there were these shiny black globes here and there.  As
I stared up at them, I slowly realized that those must be
security cameras.  And it wasn't just one or two; they were all
over the place.  Oh shoot.  Here I thought I was roaming around
with no one watching, but I've probably been on camera this whole
time.  This is not good.  I looked around trying to see if there
were any security guards following me, but I didn't see any. 
Maybe they haven't noticed me, or don't think I look that
strange.  Anyway, I'd better be careful what I do here.  I don't
want to get taken in for questioning, or whatever it is they do
to girls who walk around their store without any undies on.

I continued to wander around the store, picking up groceries
while watching out for the cameras.  My next little problem came
in the cereal aisle.  The cereal I wanted to buy was way up on
this high shelf, and there were several other customers in that
aisle.  Luckily, there were some hanging posters blocking the
view from the cameras, but still what do I do about all these
people?

I couldn't just stand here all day waiting for them to go away,
so I finally just reached up to get it.  The box was kind of big,
so I needed two hands.  I lifted up both arms, but I could tell
from the feeling of the hem rising up that I was now exposing
both my pussy and bare bottom to the whole aisle.  Even after I
got the box, and lowered my arms, the hem got caught on the curve
of my hips, leaving my rear pretty much exposed.  My senses were
on fire, but no one on the aisle was reacting at all.  How could
they not notice?  I quickly pushed the hem back down, but my
heart was just pounding away in my chest.  I couldn't believe I'd
gotten away with that.

After I finished shopping, I got into line at the checkout
counter, but wouldn't you know it, some happy-go-lucky guy gets
in line behind me.  He makes no bones about staring at my rear
end, and even tries to signal me, giving me the OK sign to show
that he likes what he sees.  I did my best to ignore him, but in
a way, I was almost glad that someone had noticed.

When I went to get my wallet out of my bag, I lifted my arm,
unintentionally flashing him my pussy.  His eyes almost popped
out of his head.  After that, it looked like he was going to ask
me something - probably 'where are your panties?' or something
like that - but I kept my eyes firmly on the cashier, ignoring
him completely.  The female cashier had this bored expression on
her face, and luckily wasn't really paying much attention to how
I was dressed.  To speed things along, I helped her pack my
groceries into my bag, but lifting my arms pulled my t-shirt up,
giving the guy behind me a really good look at my pussy and
backside.  I was getting crazy excited by that point, not really
used to flashing someone so blatantly.

Complicating the situation further, the handsome Filipino clerk
was just off behind me working at a little kiosk against the far
wall.  I kind of wanted to catch his eye to see if he remembered
me, but the tingling in my pussy was getting quite strong by then
now, making it hard to think straight.  When I lifted my arm to
hand the cashier my money, the guy behind me bugged his eyes out
in amusement and shock, letting me know that he was getting an
eyeful.  I wasn't so worried about him.  It seemed clear that he
thought my flashing was funny, and wasn't really planning on
doing anything about it.

When I pulled on my heavy backpack though, the back of my t-shirt
got caught, yanking it up, exposing my bare behind quite
noticeably.  I moved down and around the far end of the checkout
counter to get away from the guy, aware of course that this
brought me within eyeshot of my Filipino friend.  I turned away
from him, and quickly pulled the t-shirt down at the front to
make sure I was covering my pussy, but I was a little bit curious
about what he thinks of my rear end.

As I walked by, I tried to catch his eye, but he was talking with
another one of the staff workers, so he didn't even notice me at
first!  I'm not even sure if he saw me walking away because I was
too nervous to look.

Anyway, once I was out of sight, I zigzagged back into the store
and upstairs to the washroom to pull my shorts on.  I waited for
a while just to make sure that the joker guy was gone, and then
finally made my way to my bike, and pedaled back home.

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

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