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Photography 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/
I've always been a little interested in photography.  I take pictures
whenever I go travelling, or my friends get together for a reunion, or
there's some other big event.  My boyfriend Ryosuke used to take pictures
of me...  and then there was that time with my father's photographer
friend...  I wasn't always happy with how the pictures turned out though,
so eventually, I decided to take an art photography class to learn how to

do it myself.

   Our teacher, Tom, was from Eastern Europe.  He took the 'art' part of
the course very seriously.  He taught us about composition, lighting,
creating an atmosphere.  He asked us what we wanted to 'say' with each
photograph.  You couldn't just dash off a few quick snaps, but had to spend
time thinking about the angle, the weather, the time of day.  He also
taught us how to find, and work with models, what to look for, and how to
bring out the best in them.

   I found it hard at first to take photographs that Tom would like.  Still
he gave us a lot of feedback, and slowly, I began to get better.  For our
end of term assignment, we had to take a series of photographs on a common
theme for our portfolio.  At first, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, so I
read up on famous photographers to see what they did.

   One photographer I like is Miru Kim.  She is a bright young Korean woman
with sparkly eyes, a bit shy maybe, who lives in the States.  In
university, she originally planned to study medicine, but switched to fine
art.  She became involved in 'urban exploration,' and wanders around in old
abandoned tunnels, theatres or train stations taking pictures of herself...
in the nude.  She says that she started to do that partly as a way of
overcoming her shyness and fears.  She does talk about the rush you get
when you manage to get away with wandering around naked in these places
without getting caught.  In one of her videos, she tells a story about a
homeless man who stumbled on her while she was naked in this tunnel.  She
just explained to him that it was for an art project, and he stood there
watching her scurry back and forth - in the nude - and then offered his
shirt for her to wipe off her feet.  I thought it was so cool that she
could do things like that, and get away with it.  Sometimes people are not
so understanding.

   Anyway, for my portfolio project, I started thinking about doing
something on urban exploration.  Tom liked nudes - he'd made that pretty
clear in class.  He even hired nude models sometimes for the students to
photograph.  I guess I didn't really mind if he saw me naked in
photographs. I was pretty sure I could trust him, and it would be kind of
funny to present them to him, and see what he thought.  I doubt he'd
complain about the nudity part of it.

   The problem though was more how to get good pictures.  I didn't really
know of any abandoned buildings nearby.  I remember seeing an abandoned
house in this gorge my boyfriend and I went hiking in once, and once we
came upon an abandoned hot spring cabin out in the desert, but those were
kind of far away.

   Around that time, the front tire of my bicycle sprung a leak, so I had
to fix it.  Early Monday morning, after my host mom Loretta and her kids
had headed out for the day, I went down to the garage to take a closer look
at my bike.  I couldn't see any holes in the back tire, but it was
definitely flat.  The wheel was squeaking a bit, so I poked around in the
garage until I found some lubricating oil.  I didn't want to get oil all
over my clothes, and it was then that it struck me.  I wonder if I could
take pictures here in the garage.  It was kind of bleak and industrial
looking, like one of Miru Kim's urban explorer backdrops.  My teacher Tom
would probably like that.

   I peered out through the window high up in the garage door.  It didn't
look like the neighbors across the way were home.  I don't think that that
particular family had ever caught me naked before, but some of my neighbors
have.  Soon after I moved in, the daughter in the house just south of us
and one of her friends saw me standing out naked by the side of the house.
The street hockey kid Carter and his dad had probably seen me, but that was
through the front window of our house, so that was more their fault than
mine.

   Anyway, while I was thinking all this over, I'd absent-mindedly started
fiddling with my belt buckle.  My pants felt tight, and I wanted to take
them off, but I was still a bit worried about the neighbors across the way.
At night, there was usually an older man sitting in the front room, but it
looked pretty quiet now, and their car wasn't in the driveway.  Maybe it'll
be alright.

   Still watching out the window, I slowly unbuckled my belt, kicked off my
runners, and took off my jeans.  It felt a bit strange getting naked in
such a harsh place, all cold concrete and motor oil, but the contrast was
probably something that Tom would like.  I took off my panties next,
feeling my heart speed up.  I was pretty sure no one could see me, but even
so, it was kind of nerve-wracking getting naked out here in such an open
area of the house.

   I took off my blouse and bra next, but I felt a little bit too exposed,
so I ended up pulling my blouse back on, leaving the front buttons undone.
The cool air tickled my skin, making my nipples perk up.  To get my mind
off the feeling of being naked out here, I tried to focus on my bicycle
instead.  I took off the wheel with the flat, so I could take a closer look
at the tire.  I finally decided to go get my camera, so I could get some of
this on film.

   Before stepping out into the living room, I peered over at the front
window to make sure that no one was walking by, and then dashed up to my
room.  Usually this time of morning, there aren't many people out on my
street, but it was kind of a thrill streaking around the house with my
pussy and backside showing.

   Anyway, I got out my camera, flash, tripod and everything, and brought
them all down to the garage.  The garage was really dark though.  The light
on the ceiling was the fluorescent glow-in-the-dark kind, and would
probably make my skin look a strange color.  Flash would look unnatural
too. I guess I should open the garage door to get some sunlight in here,
but how's that going to work?  If anyone walked or drove by, they'd be able
to see me standing here naked.

   I stood staring up at the window for a long time trying to see if anyone
was at home or walking by.  It seemed pretty quiet.  Maybe if I just open
the door for a minute, take a few quick shots, and then close it again. 
That might work.

   Hiding in the doorway back into the house, I pressed the button that
opens the garage door.  The motor makes this horrible racket as it rolls
the folding metal door up into the ceiling.  Once it was done, it was quiet
again.  Everything seemed calm outside on the street.  I was still wearing
my blouse, so I was more or less decent, but I should probably take it off
when I take these pictures.  I just stood there though, hiding in the
doorway for the longest time trying to gather up the nerve to take off my
top, and go out into the garage.

   As far as I could tell, there didn't seem to be anyone on the street,
but this was actually kind of a silly idea, parading around naked in my own
home.  At least when we're out somewhere, people won't know it's me.  Still
I felt safer here, and I finally decided to chance it.  I pulled the two
sides of my blouse together to cover my breasts and fluffy bush, and
carefully tiptoed down onto the concrete floor.  I felt terribly anxious,
all butterflies in my tummy, but I slowly padded out to the entrance to the
garage.  Now I could even see this house up high on the hill behind the
houses across the street.  I couldn't really tell if anyone was home there.
I hope I don't have an audience.

   Almost as if to check, I let go of my blouse, letting it fall open,
exposing my bush.  I made a half-hearted effort to hold the blouse together
to cover my breasts, but there was a bit of a breeze, tickling my bare
flesh, and making the tails of my blouse billow up, exposing my bare
backside as well.  It felt so weird to be standing out in front of my house
nearly naked...  but it felt good too - liberating actually to finally
being doing it.  It took quite an effort to focus though, and remember what
I came out here to do.  Oh, the pictures!  That's right.  I'm supposed to
get some pictures of all this.

   I went back into the garage, and set the timer on the camera.  I took
off my blouse - stripping naked finally - ran back, and posed for the shot,
propping my bike up, and sliding the front wheel back on.  While I was
doing that though, a car drove by outside!  Oh god!  I hope they didn't see
me.

   I was a bit nervous after that, but I still had to get more shots.  I
scampered back to the camera, and started to set up another shot when I
heard voices coming from out on the street.  I dashed back to the doorway
to hide, but before I could get there, a group of joggers came into view. I
was so worried because they were right there, but by some amazing stroke of
luck, I don't think they saw me.  My heart was pounding in my chest by that
point, and it finally sunk in that it was just too dangerous trying to do
this on my street.  I reluctantly pulled my clothes back on, rescued my
camera, and closed the garage door.  Ah well.  I'll have to come up with
some other idea.

   For the next few days, I lay low, but I still had the problem of where I
was going to take the rest of my pictures for this assignment.  A couple of
the bicycle shots had turned out okay, but I needed quite a few more.  I
did have a couple of ideas.  When I went through the ravine on the way to
that new supermarket, right at the end, there's a wooded area with trails
running through it with no one there most of the time.  The main path heads
up the hill, and you can see the bright shiny facade of the supermarket
through the tree branches.  Maybe if I went there early some Sunday
morning, I could take some shots.

   I was worried though about going out there alone.  Sometimes there were
people in the park, teenagers drinking, neighbors walking their dogs or
strange homeless men.  Maybe I should bring someone along to act as my
bodyguard, but the real question was who.  My boyfriend Ryosuke was
probably too busy, and I didn't think my friends Satomi or Asuna would be
that keen on watching me strip naked out in the woods.

   There was one person though, a guy in my photography class, Oliver.  He
was tall, blonde and from Switzerland.  He was very serious about the
course, and seemed to know an awful lot about cameras.  We kind of became
friends, going out on photo walks together, exploring the town, looking for
interesting things to take pictures of.

   It would be easy to invite him to come take pictures with me, but the
harder part was figuring out how he would feel about my getting naked.  He
was always very serious, telling me all these technical things about
'backlighting' or 'parallax.' He didn't really show that much interest in
me romantically though...  nor in any girl for that matter.  It was hard to
tell if that was because he wasn't interested in sex, or just hid it well.

   One of my Japanese friends, a stewardess who'd been to Switzerland,
mentioned to me that when you go to a sauna there, everyone gets naked. 
That's a lot like Japanese hot springs, so I mentioned that to Oliver, just
to see what he'd say.  He told me yeah, it was no big deal.  I watched his
expression very closely, and finally told him that I'd been thinking about
taking some nude self-portraits for our class project.  At first, he just
kind of nodded, maybe thinking I was just joking or teasing him.  As I
talked about it more, he slowly realized I was serious, and he seemed cool
with it.  Phew!  That's a relief.

   Anyway, we made a date, and then one Sunday morning, I got up crazy
early to get ready.  I packed up my camera, tripod and all my other
equipment in my backpack.  I dressed in my sneakers, cargo pants, safari
jacket and baseball cap, trying to look as unsexy as possible for the trip
over, so I wouldn't attract attention.  I was going to strike - like a
ninja - in and out before anyone noticed.  Oliver showed up at my house a
bit after 6, and laughed when he saw my outfit.

   "What?" I asked.

   "No, nothing.  You look fine," he assured me, still laughing to himself.
At least someone thought it was funny.

   We hiked through the ravine in the dark, on the lookout for signs of
life.  All the time we were walking, Oliver had this faint grin on his
face. I do think he was actually cool with the whole nudity thing, but it
was more that he was amused that usually prim and proper me seemed so
willing to go through with this.  I could hardly tell him that it was
nothing new for me, but surely he must have been wondering what was up.

   Past the bridge that ran over the creek, we branched off into one of the
side trails, and then headed right into the woods to get as far away from
the main path as possible.  It was still dark, but there were a few lamps
over by the main trail which made it easier to see the trail.  There was
also a fairly full moon in the sky.  It was so dark though that I could
barely see Oliver's face.

   Right near the end, there was a small clearing, where someone had set up
some logs to sit on.  I set down my equipment, and then followed the last
bit of the trail back to the main path.  The sun was coming up, and I could
see the shiny supermarket show window, just as I pictured it. 
Unfortunately though, on the street at the top of the hill, there was a
truck parked there and a construction crew milling around.  What on earth
are these guys doing out here so early in the morning on a Sunday?  Wasn't
Sunday supposed to be a holiday?  The truck was clearly in the way, and I
could hardly get naked with all these people around.  I looked back at
Oliver, and he looked doubtful too.

   "Shoot!  I can't believe it.  Of all the luck," I sighed.  Oliver put
out his lips in a pout, obviously at a loss for what to suggest.  "We can't
just go back.  We've come all this way."

   "Maybe you could wait until they finish their work," he said.

   "By that time, there'll probably be other people around." I didn't want
to just give up though.  I headed back the way we came in, checking to see
if there was some other place I could take a photograph from, unshaded by
trees with some variety in the background.  The early morning sun was
casting very deep shadows, meaning I had to find a more open space if I
wanted to get any light.

   Oliver was hanging nearby, waiting to see what I wanted to do.  I headed
back to the logs, still a bit torn, but wanting to do something.

   "Let's just do it," I finally said.  Oliver looked a bit surprised,
wondering I guess what I planned to do about all those workmen up there. 
Actually, I wasn't really sure how to handle that, but I was vaguely hoping
that we could somehow sneak up the path there without them noticing.

   I got out my sandals, and set them out on the ground, prying off my
sneakers and socks.  The sandals would be easier to get into and out of
quickly.  I moved to take off my shorts, but Oliver stared right at me,
obviously shocked to see proper little me so willing to strip in this very
public place.

   "Here, can you just turn away or something?" I asked him, a little
embarrassed.

   "Emi, if you take off your clothes, I'm going to see you naked," he
laughed.  I scrunched up my face, but eventually, went ahead, and pulled
down my shorts.  He seemed quite interested by my underwear, but they were
just plain white cotton panties.  It took a bit more nerve to take those
off in front of him.

   I glanced around one more time to make sure no one else was watching,
and then looked straight at him as I pulled my panties down.  I felt
embarrassed of course, but actually it was quite a rush being able to get
naked like this out in public with Oliver right here looking on.  I picked
up my shorts and panties, but actually I didn't cover up, and let him stare
at my pussy.  I didn't know if he had a girlfriend back in Switzerland, but
anyway, he seemed impressed with my bush, adding fuel to my own excitement.

   I scooted back to get my bag, bending over to give him a look at my bare
bottom.  I have to focus here, remember why I came.  I'm here to get
photographs for my portfolio, not tease Oliver.  Luckily, he seemed to
understand that.  The problem was more me I think.  By then, I was getting
seriously horny.

   I stripped off my safari jacket and bra, standing there completely
naked, save for my sandals and necklace.  I felt terribly self-conscious,
displaying my birthday suit to Oliver almost as if my body were a present
for him.  He was trying to keep up this gruff expression, as if it wasn't
affecting him, but every once in a while he'd break out into a smile,
obviously delighted.  I was plenty happy myself to be free of my clothes
with a friend I could trust guarding over me.  I slowly turned around, arms
out, showing him my body from every angle to see what he thought.  He
grudgingly nodded his approval.  Even if he wasn't going to say so, the
bulge in his pants was proof enough that I looked pretty good out here
naked.

   I'd gotten so caught up in showing off my body to him that eventually,
he pointed towards my camera, the real reason we were out here.  I laughed,
and covered my mouth, embarrassed that he had to be the one to remind me. I
stuck out my tongue, and grinned at him, trying to get him to laugh too,
but he made this mock stern face to get me to behave.  Pretending to pout,
I finally fetched my camera bag, and set out along the path towards the
main trail.  I kept glancing back at him to see what he thought of my rear
end, but he was still trying to pretend like this was all very serious
business.  How could it be serious?  Here I was roaming around stark naked
in the middle of town right near the supermarket I shop at.  What could be
crazier?

   Once I'd made my way out to the main trail, I kept going right on up the
hill until I could see the supermarket and the tops of the construction
workers' trucks.  In my giddy state, I began to wonder if I could get the
workers into the shot.  Oliver, though, didn't seem so sure, and motioned
for me to slow down before they saw me.

   I finally did stop, and set the tripod down, trying to frame a shot with
at least the top of the supermarket in the background.  Oliver still looked
worried, but he did keep watch while I scurried back and forth - buck naked
- taking test shots trying to get the framing right.  I was trying to
concentrate on getting good pictures, but running around out here naked so
close to the street was getting me excited like you wouldn't believe. 
Despite Oliver's warnings, I kept going closer and closer to the workmen,
deliberately tempting fate.

   At one point, I came back to my camera, but was very seriously
considering walking straight up the hill, and posing in clear view of the
workmen and street.  Just then though, I heard a rustling noise back on the
path behind us.  On instinct, I scooped up my camera, and ducked into the
woods.  It's a good thing I did too, because coming up the trail straight
our way was a cyclist guy!  I think he must have seen me too, because just
at the entrance to the trail I came in on, he stopped, and took off his
backpack.

   I froze, stock still, heart pounding in my chest, peering through the
leaves, trying to tell if he was looking this way or not.  Fortunately,
there were a few trees between us, but one problem was that my pink skin
probably stood out against the greens and grays of the forest.

   The other problem was that I was getting seriously turned on by the
situation.  The cyclist was kind of handsome in a rugged outdoorsy way, and
the way he stopped seemed to show that he had seen me, and wanted to see
more.  Where's Oliver?  He must have ducked into the woods too because he
didn't seem to be on the trail, but I couldn't see him for the trees.

   Anyway, finally realizing that I shouldn't just stand here - naked -
within eyeshot of the cyclist, I carefully made my way through the woods
back towards the logs where my clothes were.  The cyclist didn't follow,
but I did find Oliver.

   "What's he doing?" Oliver whispered, pointing towards the cyclist.

   "I don't know.  He's just standing there, looking at a map or something.
I don't know if he saw me or not."

   I set my camera down, but just stood there, peering over at Oliver, who
seemed more and more surprised at how I could take all this in stride.  I
nervously fiddled with the flap of my camera bag, trying hard not to let on
how excited this all was getting me.

   "Do you think he's gone yet?" I asked.

   "You're not going back out there?" Oliver gawked, scandalized.

   "No!  I mean, not if he's still there!  Go check."

   Oliver looked doubtful, thinking I guess that we should just call it a
day.  I hadn't gotten enough pictures yet, but even more than that, I was
enjoying myself far too much to want to stop now.

   Oliver finally set off through the woods, but without waiting for him to
report back, I headed off too following him.  He shooed me to go back,
pointing out that the guy was still right there, but I just giggled,
finding the whole situation funny.  It was pretty clear by then that the
cyclist must have spotted me - I mean why else would he be hanging around -
but that just made it all the funnier.  Here we were sneaking around trying
not to get caught by the workmen, and then this other guy pops up out of
nowhere, and catches me naked.  He didn't seem offended or anything, but
was probably just trying to get a better look.

   Oliver kept me shielded until the guy finally gave up, and headed on his
way.  I actually found Oliver's efforts to keep me hidden kind of funny
too. I mean he'd signed up for this in the first place, and must have known
there was a chance someone would see me.  Anyway, his chivalry - trying to
protect me - was touching, even if it did seem a bit much.

   Anyway, now that the coast was clear, I nodded for Oliver to keep going
back towards the main path.  He shook his head though, signaling that he
didn't think it was a good idea with all these people lurking around.  I
didn't want to argue, but I didn't want to stop either.  To humor him, I
headed back to the logs where I'd left my things, so we could talk about
what to do.

   "I know you think it's too dangerous, but I still want to get a few more
pictures," I told him.  He fidgeted with his collar nervously, unable to
meet my gaze head on.  I think part of the problem was his hard-on was
starting to get uncomfortable.  Still, if I'm ever going to finish this,
he'll have to bear with me for a while longer.  Doing my best to ignore the
obvious, I suggested,

   "Let's head back along the side trail here, back the way we came.  Maybe
I can get some shots there."

   He still didn't look convinced, but he took the bag with my clothes in
it from me when I handed it to him.  Still naked, I bravely set out along
the narrow path through the woods with Oliver limping along behind me.

   When we'd come this way earlier, it had been pitch black out, but now
the sun was higher in the sky, and the trees weren't providing as much
cover as I'd hoped.  Opening out on the left, we came upon this huge
apartment building overlooking the park.  Here I was trotting along - stark
naked - with just the small camera bag for cover, and up there on the left
were hundreds of balconies and windows looking down on us.  Even though I
couldn't see any people, I felt these waves of embarrassment wash over me,
fueling my desire even more.

   A little ways further, we came upon another apartment.  I looked back at
Oliver to see how he was doing with all this.  His face looked very grave,
worried I guess that I would be spotted.  It didn't look like there was
anyone at their windows there either, but it was hard to tell for sure.

   Eventually, we came to the end of the side trail where it branched back
into the main path.  There was a clearing here where I could take pictures,
but the question was was anyone else hanging around in the park.  I glanced
back at Oliver for reassurance, but then bravely walked out onto the main
path.  There was a huge arching bridge overhead just a little bit further
on, and almost too late, I noticed an outdoor cafe terrace on the far side
of the park.  Outdoors, there were a couple of busboys dressed in white
aprons setting out silverware on the tables, and back inside the cafe you
could see other people buzzing around.

   Realizing that they would be able to see me if they looked over this
way, I backed up into the woods, bumping into Oliver who was just coming
out.  It took Oliver a moment to spot the cafe himself, and he went into a
fit.

   "Oh, c'mon, Emi.  You've gotta put on your clothes!  There are people
everywhere!"

   It was definitely true that we seemed to have come to the end of the
line.  If I go out there, the busboys will spot me, and if I go back, we'd
have to worry about the people in that apartment.  I wanted to take one
last picture, but there was nowhere to go.  My pussy was buzzing like crazy
making it hard to think, but I knew he was right.  We had to stop before we
get caught.

   I finally signaled for him to dig my clothes out of my bag.

   "Oliver, I just want to say thanks for sticking with me through all of
this.  I know it mustn't have been easy," I smiled.

   "No, that's okay, Emi.  You're...  um...  you're something else,
really!" he smiled back.

   After that day, I saw Oliver in class, but I didn't invite him on any
more nude expeditions.  He eventually ended up going back to Switzerland,
but I still hear from him, now and then.  He was a good friend, and now I
admit I sometimes miss having a 'bodyguard' around for my little
adventures.
   Emi Tsuruta http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/ 

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