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No Pants Train Ride
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/

A while back there, I told you about Crystal, the woman
that this guy, Graeme, bumped into, and recognized from a
party we'd gone to during freshman orientation.  What
intrigued me about her was that first time we saw her, she
was totally blotto, and ended up stripping naked in the
dance hall with all these people looking on.  It didn't
even matter to me that she'd gone straight since, and was
denying the whole thing.  I could still see in her eyes
that same fire, more carefully hidden now, but definitely
still there.

Looking back on it now, I think she may have been one of
the inspirations for my own transformation.  The first time
I saw her strip naked up there on the side stage, I think
it must have triggered something in me.  In any case, it
was not long after that that my boyfriend Ryosuke and I
started fooling around outdoors.  I hadn't told Crystal
this yet.  Our first reunion in San Francisco had been a
bit awkward especially with Graeme there.  I didn't want to
let Graeme in on my secret, so I didn't get the chance to
tell Crystal all this, but anyway, she seemed open to the
idea of seeing me again, so that was something.

After that, I called Crystal a few times long distance
from Oceanview.  She always seemed to be on her way out
somewhere, so we didn't get much of a chance to chat, but
anyway, she eventually agreed to meet.  I think part of the
problem was she thought I might be a lesbian, which is
natural enough I guess what with her living in San
Francisco and all.  That wasn't it at all though.  I mainly
wanted to become friends, although I guess I was kind of
hoping we could go out, and do crazy things together.

Anyway, one Friday night, I headed up to San Francisco
again, checking in to the same hostel as my last trip.
Saturday morning, I got in a bit of sightseeing in the
China and Japan towns, and then around 1, I met Crystal in
a trendy coffee shop near where she lived.  It was a nice
place -reddish wooden interiors, plush leather chairs, with
a loft up above overlooking the first floor.  The
strawberry and banana crepes looked yummy, so I ordered one
of those.  Crystal sat there clutching her bag against her
chest, her guard still up.

"So what's so important that you had to come all this way
to see me again?" she asked, suspicious.  In a way, I guess
I knew why she was being so cautious.  She didn't really
know me, and I was one of the few people in San Fran who
knew about her little stripping stunt that night so many
years ago.  I very much wanted to open up to her, tell her
all about my own adventures with Ryosuke, Brandon et al. 
Unfortunately, it didn't look like she was ready for that
yet, so I started out asking her about her life.

Crystal had studied law at Berkeley, and was now working
for an NGO defending civil liberties.  My first thought was
that she must be involved in the naked rights movement, but
it turned out that her dad worked in civil liberties, and
that's how she got into it.

Slowly, as we talked, she began to open up a bit.  She had
a guy friend who ran a night club, but she said she didn't
go clubbing much anymore, and didn't even see this guy all
that often.  She belonged to this athletic club that used
to be for women-only until it was bought out by a national
fitness chain.  Apparently, before the changeover, women
could swim naked in the swimming pool.  I did my best to
hide my delight at hearing this.  It did kind of suggest
that she was still interested in getting naked.

I continued to fish around for something we could do
together, but anyway, it seemed like she was warming to me,
so I didn't push it.  She had other things to do that day,
so we said our farewells, and I went back to the hostel to
pick up my luggage, and head back home to Oceanview.

One of the things I picked up during my trip to San
Francisco was an alternative newspaper.  In it, there was
an article about the 'no pants subway ride.'  In Japanese,
'pantsu' is the word for panties, so at first, I thought it
was about riding the subway with no underwear on.  As I
read further, it turned out that the people who do it wear
underwear, but just take off their trousers or skirt or
whatever.  It all started when just for a lark, this guy in
New York decided to take off his pants on the subway to see
how people would react.  He got a friend to make a video of
it, and posted it to YouTube, and soon everyone was like
'what the... ?'  Slowly, though, it started to take off,
and eventually, he decided to organize a bigger event with
a whole bunch of people taking their pants off.  Now they
do it in cities all over the world, and it's like a regular
thing.

Of course, there isn't that kind of thing in Oceanview, a
sleepy seaside resort town.  We don't even have a subway
for one thing.  Even so, something about it caught my
interest, and I thought it would be kind of funny to try to
see if we could get the same kind of thing going here.  I
ended up telling my new friends Minori and Nao.  Minori
laughed, thinking the same thing I did, that you go without
your underwear.  Nao was more cautious, but eventually, I
got the two of them to agree to do it with me if we could
get a bunch of people together to join us.  I was so glad
to hear that they were up for it because at first I was
worried that no one would want to do it.

I managed to find the number of some guy in Los Angeles
who helped set up their event, and phoned him to ask a bit
more about it.  Basically, you just dress how you normally
dress, but then once you are on the train, you take off
your pants, and ride like that.  I know it sounds silly,
but that's the point really, just to get people laughing,
and have some fun.

We needed an organizer though - some guy who could talk to
the people who wanted to do it, and explain how things were
supposed to go.  Finding the right person wasn't so easy
actually.  We needed someone with an open mind - a sense of
adventure.  Eventually, someone introduced me to this older
guy who worked in the film industry up in Hollywood before
coming to Oceanview.  Apparently, he'd been looking around
for some kind of publicity stunt to do.  I explained it to
him, and gradually, he warmed to the idea, and took things
over from there.

Anyway, the day of the event we met downtown in
Oceanview's main train station at around 3 in the
afternoon.  In our group, there were a couple of American
blonde girls, the organizer guy, a serious actor type guy,
a funny guy, a Mexican guy, Minori, Nao, me and a few
others.  None of us really knew each other, but the
organizer pointed me out, telling them it was kind of my
idea, and they were all pretty friendly.

There weren't that many commuters in the station, but
there was a photographer there milling around.  He didn't
tell us who he was, but he was carrying all these different
cameras and equipment, so it was pretty obvious he must be
covering our ride for the news.  He seemed particularly
interested in Minori, Nao and me, which was flattering in a
way, but I wasn't so sure I wanted my picture plastered all
over the front page of the newspaper.  Before we stripped
down, I pulled Minori and Nao off to the side, away from
him, so we could undress in peace.  Minori had a camera
too, and I let her take a few pictures of me getting
undressed.

The jeans I was wearing that day were kind of tight, so I
had to wiggle my tush back and forth to get out of them. 
Once I had, it felt weird - breezy I guess -standing there
in my undies in the middle of this train station in
downtown Oceanview.  I did have on a hoodie and a longish t-
shirt, so I didn't look completely indecent.

Nao was shyer, and wouldn't let us take her picture, but
she eventually stripped out of her jeans too.  Even without
their jeans, Minori and Nao looked normal enough.  More
than anything, it was the naughtiness of doing this with
all these people around, looking on, wondering what on
earth we were doing.  When guys walked by, they'd instantly
zero in on the bare flesh of our legs, making me nervous.

The organizer guy called us together to give a pep talk,
and then we headed for the platform to board the train. 
This African-American guy and his girlfriend hung with us
on the platform for a bit, but mostly we all spread out. 
The photographer must have gotten annoyed at Minori, Nao
and me for ducking him, 'cause eventually, he headed down
to the other end of the platform to snap pics of the
American girls.

The train was a double-decker bound for San Diego.  It was
kind of an interesting design with an opening in the
ceiling between the two levels, and single balcony seats
above looking down on the main floor.  Nao had to go to the
washroom, so we said goodbye to the other no-pantsers, and
headed out to look for one.  All the way down at the back
of the train, we found these small compartments with
toilets or a sink.

Nao and Minori went in, leaving me outside, standing alone
in the empty hallway.  I kept mulling over the 'no pantsu'
part of it.  Wouldn't that be cool if I really did take off
my underwear?  I peeked through the window back into the
car we'd just left.  There was no sign of the photographer
at all, so that was good.  I have to admit I was in a
pretty giddy mood that day.  Roaming around this sleek
hyper-modern train in my undies with all these business
people and commuters looking on was giving me butterflies,
and setting my hello kitty all atwitter.

Minori and Nao seemed to be taking their time, so I found
one of the sink compartments with a mirror, and tried to
judge whether people would be able to tell if I took off my
panties.  I wasn't 100% sure - my t-shirt was awfully short
- but I heard Minori coming out, so I had to decide.  Just
acting on impulse now, I yanked down my panties, stepped
out of them, and tucked them away in my bag.

I went back out.  Minori and Nao were back.  I probably
looked more or less the same, but this time alarm bells
were going off in my head.  I could feel the air on my
pussy, and I was worried that you could see my buttocks
cheeks peeking out from under my t-shirt.  The two of them
looked a bit nervous, but they no doubt still had their
panties on.

Minori and Nao looked to me wondering what we should do
next.  I wasn't sure if it would be safe to go back to the
passenger car, especially with that photographer guy
roaming around, but I have to admit I was curious to find
out how people would react if they saw me.  I finally
turned, and led the way back towards the other car, but
while we were walking, Minori finally noticed.

"Emi.  What the...?  Where are your panties?" she laughed.
Oh oh.  I'd hoped that it wasn't that obvious.  I just
ignored her at first, and continued walking.  I brushed my
fingers against one buttock confirming that she could
indeed see.  I casually pulled the hem down a bit, trying
to act like it was no big deal.  The two of them actually
knew of my tendencies already, so I figured they might not
be as surprised as some of my friends.

"I told you this is supposed to be a no pantsu ride," I
joked.  Nao caught up, and peeked over Minori's shoulder at
my bare behind.

"Emi!" Nao echoed, feigning horror.

"Shhh!  If we keep it quiet, I don't think anyone will
notice," I told them, not fully believing it myself.

"You should see yourself.  You can see practically your
whole behind."

I tried to look, but I couldn't really tell.  I could feel
the hem of my t-shirt though, and it was true that it did
feel awfully high.  We weren't quite back at the main car
yet, but by then, I was too worked up to want to stop.

"Come on.  Let's just see what happens."

I wandered back into the car where the passengers were. 
Of course they stared at us when we came in.  None of the
three of us were wearing pants, so that was part of it.  If
I kept standing though, people would surely notice my bare
buns, so we looked around for a place to sit down.  There
seemed to be at least one person in each of the booths, so
if we wanted to sit in this car we'd have to share.  I sat
myself down next to an older American lady, and Minori sat
facing us, next to this Hispanic-looking kid.  Nao sat
across the aisle in a booth with a heavy set man.  The lady
next to me seemed quite amused by our outfits.  She asked
us what was going on.

"It's a no pants subway ride.  They're doing it all over
the world now," I explained.  The Mexican kid was trying to
be polite, but it was obvious that he was curious, and he
kept peering down at my crotch.  I had my bag hung on one
arm, and my cell phone in the other hand, so my hands
weren't even free to straighten the hem of my t-shirt.  I
honestly didn't want to flash anybody, but I had to put my
stuff away.  I stood up, and turned to the side, looking up
at the overhead rack where I wanted to put my bag.  Minori
looked skeptical, but she didn't move to stop me or help,
so I finally raised my arms, pulling the hem of my t-shirt
way up, exposing my pussy and everything.  Luckily, the
American lady wasn't watching, but the Mexican boy opened
his eyes wide, and I think the man across the aisle saw my
bare behind.

As soon as I got my bag tucked away on the shelf, I sat
back down, but the Mexican boy's expression had changed. He
didn't look happy actually, nor shocked exactly, but more
disapproving.  'My mother warned me about girls like you'
his eyes seemed to be saying.

I tried my best to look innocent, but it was far too late
for that now.  Minori sensed it too.  We had to get out of
there before the boy said something.  Minori apologized to
the woman, and got back up to fetch my bag for me. I
reached up to take it from her - flashing the boy my pussy
again in the process - and then we quickly set off down the
aisle in search of a safer place to sit.

"I can't believe you just flashed that kid!" Minori laughed.

"I didn't mean to exactly.  It was an accident."

"You'd better get back dressed before anyone else
notices," Nao warned.  She was obviously concerned, but
another thing that struck me was how calm she and Minori
seemed about the whole thing.  What I was doing was kind of
crazy, but they seemed willing to go along with it, perhaps
unsure if this was normal here in the States.

"Not just yet," I finally told her.  "Here.  Let's go down
to the next car."  Pretty well everyone stared at me as I
passed, but I wasn't sure if they could see my pussy or
not. Maybe they were just reacting to our bare legs.

I had to pause when we got to the door to the next car,
letting Minori pass, so she could check if that
photographer guy was there.  I looked back, and all these
guys were staring at my bare ass in wonder.  I smiled
sweetly pretending like nothing was wrong, but my pussy was
tingling like crazy.  I didn't dare stay there long though,
so as soon as Minori gave the all clear signal, I headed
into the next car.

There were even more people in this car, including an
Asian no pantser woman and a tall guy in boxer shorts.  The
older passengers just ignored us, but this one guy in a cap
gave me a big grin, and a short middle-aged woman looked
worried by my lack of cover.  I stopped to explain about
the event, but the cap guy was killing himself laughing, so
we moved on.

The photographer guy didn't seem to be in the next car
either, and in any case, I was getting a real thrill out of
showing off my goodies to all these strangers, so we
continued on down the train.  Unfortunately, when I stopped
to explain to this guy with a beard, the photographer came
in.  We had to head back to get away from him, but the
problem was that way was filled with people who'd already
gotten a pretty good look at me.  Not sure what else to do,
I zipped back to the stairwell and up to the second level.

Unfortunately, the second floor was even worse.  There was
this huge opening running down the centre of the floor, and
the people sitting below had a clear view straight up at
us.  The guy with the beard was staring up at my pussy,
which my t-shirt was way too short to hide at this angle. 
He looked all flustered, and perhaps a bit annoyed even,
kind of like the Mexican kid.  The red-haired student
sitting next to him must have figured that something was
up, because he was craning his neck trying to get a look at
me too.

Embarrassed, I turned away, but that just let them see my
bare bottom instead.  I looked to Minori for support, but
she just shrugged, out of suggestions.  An even more
serious problem was my pussy was absolutely on fire.  My
breasts were swelling up from the excitement pulling the
hem of my t-shirt even higher.  Here I was flashing all
these people, and there didn't seem to be any way out.

I needed to figure out where the photographer was, but I
couldn't see him with my back turned, so I ended up turning
around again, steadying myself with my hands against the
sides of the train.  Standing that way, with my arms in the
air lifted the hem of my t-shirt way up exposing my pussy
and buns to practically the whole train.  I felt this
charge of sexual energy surge through me.  Not just the
bearded guy, but a whole bunch of people were staring at me
now, including Minori and Nao and the people seated on the
second floor.

I did my best to ignore my own mounting horniness, and
tried to spot the photographer.  The way I looked at it, he
was the main problem.  These other people could see I was
naked, but I didn't think they would do anything about it. 
They probably knew by then that this was a one-time event,
and thought my nudity must be part of it.  Anyway, I can't
think about that now.  To get a better view of the floor
below, I leaned forward until I finally caught a glimpse of
what appeared to be the photographer's feet.

"He's down there," I whispered pointing him out to Minori.
Unfortunately, in my excited state, I wasn't thinking
clearly.  Trying to hide my pussy with my bag, I made a
beeline straight down the car passing directly above the
photographer's head.  The people seated on either side of
us all kept staring at my ass as I passed, quite shocked I
guess to see a half naked girl on the train.  I'm not sure
if the photographer saw me or not.  Once we got to the far
end of the car, we came back down to the first floor, and
he seemed to still be back in the main part of the car.

"You're crazy!  Do you know that?" Minori squealed,
swatting me on my bare bottom to make sure I realized that
I was naked. My pussy was so wet it wasn't even funny, but
luckily we were safe for now in the space between the two
car doors.  Soon, the train pulled into a station allowing
us to get off, and away from all those people who'd seen
me.  It was a country stop, so not many people got off with
us, just a few of the no pantsers.  My pussy was still
buzzing like anything, but at least we were among friends
now.

Through all this, I hadn't really bothered to fix the hem
of my t-shirt, and now even the no pantsers were staring at
me.  I mugged a funny face for Nao and Minori, 'cause they
looked a bit worried about all this attention I was
getting.  I was pretty sure our fellow no pantsers wouldn't
try anything though.  I turned away from them hiding my
embarrassment, but I was still having trouble keeping my
feelings in check.  This was all so exciting.  I don't
think I've ever flashed so many people before, certainly
not out in public like this.  I shuddered as I struggled to
contain the waves of pleasure that kept welling up inside
me.  I wanted so much to play myself to orgasm, but I
couldn't with all these people looking on.

Eventually, the train came, and we got back on.  This
train wasn't that crowded, but the guys all stuck quite
close to me now, evidently fascinated by my body.  Nao gave
me a dirty look - as if there were something I could do -
but I just smiled, trying to look innocent.  Minori
actually seemed vaguely amused by my antics, a hopeful
sign.  Maybe someday I can convince her to join me.

Anyway, once the train got closer to Oceanview, the three
of us headed to washroom compartments again, and I pulled
my panties and jeans back on.  The guys looked so
disappointed when we came back fully dressed.  Ah well.  It
had been fun while it lasted.

We said goodbye to the other no pantsers, and made a vague
promise to do it again next year. After that, I was on the
lookout for other events, so I have a few more stories to
tell, but I'll save those for next time.
 
Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

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