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Blowing off steam 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/
It was getting near the end of my senior year in Oceanview U., and soon
I'd have to start making decisions about what I wanted to do in the
future.  My mom was lobbying for me to go back to Japan, but actually, I
didn't want to leave, so I'd been scrambling around connecting with my

friends and acquaintances in the States.

   In my posts, I've mentioned Crystal a few times.  She was the
brown-haired British-looking girl I first saw when she stripped naked at an
Orientation dance in Oceanview my freshman year.  She actually lived in San
Francisco, and worked in civil rights.  I hadn't been able to get her to
admit to being an exhibitionist exactly, but I was still working on that,
slowly getting to know her by tramping up to San Fran, and hanging out.  I
knew that she used to be into the clubbing scene - she was even dating a
club manager - so I asked her to show me one of the dance clubs in San
Francisco.  I was a bit curious about this guy friend she'd mentioned, but
more than that, I was hoping if she got a little alcohol in her, she'd let
her hair down, and relax.  That first time I saw her - dancing naked at
Orientation, she must have been plenty drunk.

   Anyway, we ended up going to this place called the Dinner Club or
something like that.  It was a bit strange for me.  Crystal's boyfriend was
nowhere to be seen, and they had this pink lighting inside which gave
everything a weird glow.  The music was slow - ambient chillout or
something like that.  People were dressed casually, but there were a few
handsome guys, and everyone was pretty relaxed.

   Crystal and I bought drinks, and headed up to the second level where it
was a bit quieter to talk.  The second floor was sort of like a balcony, so
you could look down, and see the dancing below.  I felt a bit out of my
element, so I didn't really press Crystal at all, and just went with the
flow.  She told me more about her work, these different causes and local
politics.  She seemed so different from the girl I'd seen at Orientation,
so serious now.

   She did introduce me to a few people she knew at the club, and they
asked me a lot of questions, trying to understand what my connection was
with Crystal.  I didn't want to tell them about Crystal's stripping stunt
in Oceanview, so we just kind of sidestepped the question, leaving them to
guess.  They were nice enough though, if a bit straight-laced.  After a
while, Crystal suggested that we head out, so I suspect that they weren't
really her kind of people either.

   I was noticing that Crystal was treating me more like a friend now,
slowly realizing that I could be trusted to keep her secret.  She promised
to take me to her fitness club next time I came to San Fran, so I was
looking forward to that.

   A few weeks went by, and I headed up to San Francisco again.  The people
who worked in the youth hostel were getting pretty used to me by then, and
seemed curious as to why I kept stopping by.  I told them "visiting a
friend," and left it at that.

   Crystal suggested we meet early in the morning this time, and she took
me to her fitness club as promised.  It was really nice inside - all shiny
steel and glass at the entrance and in the aerobics studios.  The building
used to belong to this hoity-toity women's club, the Shelley Club, but it
had been bought out by a chain of gyms, Fit For Life.  The club accepted
men now, but there weren't many people there yet, so early in the day.

   Crystal suggested we get a massage or cleansing rub in their spa, but I
was all brimming with energy, excited about finally getting to spend some
time with her in such a nice setting.  I suggested that we go in for a swim
first.  We wandered down to the pool, and it was truly spectacular.  It
looked like something out of a movie.  It had this high vaulted ceiling
with natural sunlight pouring in from the windows high up.  There was even
a sauna and whirlpool and a gorgeous marble deck for sunning yourself. 
Strangely, there didn't seem to be anyone around.

   "Do you come here swimming often?" I asked as we got changed.

   "I used to, more so before the buyout."  Crystal had told me that back
when it was owned by the Shelley Club, you could skinny-dip in the pool
since there were no men allowed in the club.

   "Have you ever gone in skinny-dipping?" I finally asked, now that we
were here.  She didn't answer, but just kind of smiled, this wistful look
in her eyes.  "I'll take that as a yes," I smiled back.

   I changed into my blue-navy racing suit, while Crystal also had a
one-piece, a bit more colorful in pink and white and sky blue.  We quickly
showered down, and then headed out to the pool.  They even had these
tropical plants on the deck to make it feel more like a resort.

   "Where is everybody?" I asked.

   "It's usually not that crowded in the mornings," she mused.  I got out
of the pool, and listened at the entrance to the men's change room, but it
sounded like no one was there either.

   "Do you think we could skinny-dip now?" I asked, no longer able to hold
in my curiosity.  Crystal didn't seem surprised by my question, and instead
got up to check the other entrance to see if any of the staff were around. 
It was obvious now that she'd skinny-dipped here before, and had been
wanting to try it again.  I began to suspect that's why she brought me
here, and insisted we meet so early in the morning.  She'd guessed I would
be into it from the way our conversations always seemed to be about getting
naked.

   I guess we both knew that we wouldn't be able to swim there nude for
long, but she seemed willing to chance it, so we both quickly slipped out
of our swimsuits before anyone came.  Her body was just as beautiful as I
remembered - slender limbs, the odd freckle, but a glowing smile and
wonderful natural quality about her.  No wonder she didn't mind getting
naked.  She looked great that way.

   She seemed a bit more skittish about looking at my naked body.  I'm sure
she was happy to have company on this little adventure, but it looked like
she'd never done this kind of thing with anybody else before, and wasn't
really sure how to act.  I guess there was still this faint fear that I
might be a lesbian, but she seemed to be getting over that.

   Unfortunately, it was hard to enjoy our swim because we could still hear
people's voices outside down the corridor.  We were both kind of jumpy, and
ended up getting out of the pool, grabbing our suits, and running back to
the women's change room before we were discovered.

   Crystal didn't say much about the whole experience, but it was obvious
by then, that the two of us shared a special bond regardless of whether she
wanted to talk about it or not.  I returned to Oceanview energized, so
happy I'd finally been able to do something like that with Crystal,
cementing our friendship.

   Anyway, back in Oceanview, soon after that, I met up with my new friends
Minori and Nao, the recently-arrived exchange students from Japan.  We got
to talking about how to get in shape for summer.  We'd gone swimming, and
played volleyball, but they wanted to try something new, so I mentioned
jogging.  There is this long park that runs behind my house, which I kind
of like.  We'd be able to enjoy the greenery and fresh air while we got in
some exercise.  They sounded keen, so we made it a date.

   I already knew what I wanted to wear - my pink terry-cloth top and
shorts which I wore to the fitness centre sometimes.  There is nothing
terribly outrageous about this outfit.  I mainly liked the soft feel of the
cotton on my skin.  Both the top and shorts were fairly loose-fitting
though.  The top was long-sleeved, but the collar was loose enough that it
usually only covered one shoulder.  The shorts had a drawstring at the
front and a loose waistband, so I could get out of them quickly.  But the
whole outfit looks completely respectable, so I doubt anyone would
complain.

   The two of them wanted to go shopping to buy new jogging wear, so we
postponed our first run for a few days.  Then once they were set, we met at
the bus stop near my house one morning, and jogged to the park from there.

   Minori, the little temptress that she is, had actually managed to
outsexy me.  She had on these beige and white shorts that hugged her rear
quite snugly.  On top, she had on an ultramarine sports bra with a white
tank top over it, showing off her bare shoulders.  She'd done up her hair
in a ponytail with a fluffy light orange band, and was wearing bright
orange runners with no socks.  Even I had to admit that she looked hot.

   Nao was dressed a bit more conservatively, but still cute.  She had on a
banana yellow track suit of sorts with a short sleeve top and tight-fitting
yoga pants that just went down to her knees.  Her runners were white. 
Anyway, I guess that the three of us were more or less dressed to kill even
if there wasn't really much of anyone around at that time of the morning.

   The bus stop is at the bottom of a hill that we had to climb on our way
to the park.  There are a bunch of stately old homes in that neighborhood,
so it was kind of fun running through imagining what it would be like to be
rich.  Finally, we got to the park which was down in this valley below.  We
scooted down the path, and came out in this clearing under the bridge of
the street we'd been running on.

   Most of that park is heavily wooded, but just by that clearing, there is
a big grassy hill sloping up to a field at the top with tennis courts and a
waterworks building.  There tend to be people up by the tennis courts or
jogging around on the flat field at the top of the hill, but the valley is
usually deserted, which is one thing I like about it.  As long as we stayed
down here, I didn't think we'd run into many people at least not this early
in the day.

   "Race you to the top of the hill," I suggested.  Minori and Nao looked
impressed with the natural beauty of the park.  They also seemed to be up
to the challenge of giving me a run for my money.  We raced up to the top
of the hill and back down a few times, laughing and horsing around along
the way.

   We saw the odd car go by on the bridge, and there were some apartments
in the distance, but other than that, we didn't really see anyone at all. 
After we'd run a bit, we sat down under the bridge to take a rest.

   "How'd you find out about this park?" Minori asked.  "It's kind of
cool."

   "If we go down to that end, the park actually opens out onto my
backyard.  I come through here when I go grocery shopping or when I'm
picking flowers for ikebana.  Oh yeah, and this is also the park where
Oliver and I did my self-portraits for my photography class."

   "Self-portraits?" Nao asked, already suspecting that I'd been up to no
good.

   "Yeah, I posed in the nude, just down there," I told them, pointing
towards the woods.

   "Emi!  You didn't!" Minori laughed, amused by my antics.

   "I sure did.  I set up my camera on a timer, while Oliver kept watch."

   "Didn't you get caught?"

   "Nah.  People never come through here anyway," I told them, not wanting
to scare them.  Actually, a couple of people did spot me that day, but
luckily, not up close.

   I stood up again, and walked out to see if anyone was up on the ridge
above us where the waterworks were.  We'd seen a few cars on the street
above us, but not that many people walking around.

   "Here, let me show you," I grinned, getting all excited now.  I looked
all around, but honestly not seeing anyone, I pushed down my shorts and
panties, and stepped out of them.  This really was taking a horrible
chance, because I was standing way out in the open right in the middle of
the clearing - half naked now.  If anyone did appear on the ridge, they'd
see me for sure.

   I was too excited though by that point.  I pulled off my top too, and
lay it down on the grass next to my shorts, basking in the warmth of the
bright morning sun.  Minori was killing herself laughing, and Nao was
frantically motioning for me to get back dressed.  I was so happy to be
naked that I did a cartwheel on the grass, showing off a little.  The
further I got from my clothes, the more excited I became.  The problem
though was that there were definitely cars going by on the bridge, and
perhaps people up there too.  It was kind of fun teasing Minori and Nao
like this, getting a rise out of them, but I knew that I couldn't stay out
here naked for long without getting caught.

   I savored the feeling for a while, checking my pussy to see how wet I'd
become, but I eventually went back to my clothes, and pulled them back on.

   "Emi.  You're crazy, do you know that?" Minori laughed, obviously loving
it.  Nao didn't seem so sure, but she didn't get angry or anything, so that
was something.  We ended up running around a bit more, and then heading
back to my place for some lemonade.  That was a fun day actually.

   Unfortunately, I had exams coming up, so I had to get down to studying
after that.  I didn't want to be cooped up inside, so I'd gather my books,
and go lie out in the backyard or on one of the fields on campus.  It was
so comfortable though lying out under the warm sun that sometimes I'd fall
asleep.  I needed to come up with some way to stay awake.

   Around that time, I'd recently bought a white-stripe poncho dress I'd
stumbled on in an off price shop.  There are no sleeves.  It just kind of
hangs down around my wrists and down to my thighs at the front and back
with the sides open.  Even though it's longish, it's nice and cool because
it doesn't stick to my body at all.  And it looks sexy because the material
in between the white stripes is a bit see-through.  I knew it was a bit
risqué to be wearing outside, but most of the other students were indoors
studying, so I didn't think I'd run into Satomi or anyone like that.

   I decided I'd just go down to the field on front campus, and lie out on
a blanket, and study.  I wore panties with the poncho, but no bra figuring
that the stimulation might help me stay awake.  It definitely worked
because the whole bus ride down I could feel my nipples perking right up. 
Luckily, I didn't bump into anyone I knew on the way there.

   When I got to school, there didn't seem to be anyone much around on the
main field.  That was good though, because that meant I could relax.  I lay
back, and tried to get my head around the book I'd brought.  It was big and
colorful with a fair number of pictures for a textbook, but even so, my
thoughts kept drifting.  Since no one seemed to be around, I kept wondering
if I could get away with taking off my panties for a while.

   I glanced around.  There was a road that circled the field, and there
were quite a few cars parked there, but there didn't seem to be much of
anyone around.  There were a few students I guess heading into the library
over on the other side, but they were quite a ways from here.  I was lying
closest to the seminary which always seems pretty quiet.  Anyway, maybe
I'll just go for it, and see what happens.

   Lying down flat on my back, I tried to pull the poncho over so that it
was covering up my pubic region.  This wasn't as easy as it sounds because
the corner of the poncho is tapered, and doesn't really cover that much.  I
could still feel the air on my skin quite far up my side, but I finally
judged it to be safe, and starting pushing my panties down my legs.  The
poncho kept pulling off to the side, and I think if anyone had been nearby,
they probably would have caught a glimpse of my pussy before I finally
managed to get my panties off, and fix the poncho to cover up.  My heart
was kind of racing though, because I hadn't actually meant to flash my
privates in this way.  I lay there for a while struggling to get my
feelings in check.  Eventually, I managed to calm down enough to reach for
my book, so I could at least pretend like I was studying.

   People kept walking by on the sidewalk on the far side of the road,
making me a bit nervous wondering whether they could tell that I was naked
under my dress.  Eventually, though I managed to calm down enough to turn
over onto my side, doing my best to keep my bare bottom covered with the
corner of the poncho.  It probably fell off a few times, but it still
seemed pretty quiet, so I was hoping no one saw.

   Suddenly though, I noticed a shadow fall over me, and I looked up to see
Derek, this American guy I hadn't seen for ages.

   "Hullo...  Emi.  Long time no see.  How have you been?"

   When I was in freshman year, Derek lived on campus, maybe even in
Satomi's dorm, so I saw him around quite a bit.  He was tall with dark
black hair and a lot going on in his eyes.  Back when we first met, he'd
sort of made it obvious that he was interested in me.  I don't think we
ever went out on a date, but I probably chatted with him in the cafeteria a
fair bit.  Soon after that, though, I got involved with Ryosuke, and didn't
see Derek around as much.  This was all kind of a distant memory for me,
but from the look in Derek's eye, I got the impression that he still had
feelings for me left over from those days.

   I guess I was glad in a way to see him, but a more pressing problem was
I wasn't really in any state to be entertaining visitors, lying here as I
was naked except for this gauzy see-through poncho.  In an effort to make
myself more presentable, I sat up, and held my legs together trying to hide
my pussy from view.  I guess the material was thick enough that you
couldn't see my nipples, but he could probably see a fair bit of skin, and
must have wondered what I was wearing underneath.

   "Derek!  I didn't see you."  Hoping he would go away, I tried to sound
coolish.  He seemed fascinated though with my outfit, and kept glancing
down at my crotch making me wonder if he could see my pussy.  The whole
situation was quite confusing as the two of us had this history.  In spite
of my best intentions, I was finding it very difficult not to flash him my
pussy, not because I wanted to, but just because it was so hard to move in
this poncho without flipping up the hem.

   He stood there awkwardly for quite some time, silent at first, and then
finally managing to get out a question or two about how I'd been.  I did my
best to answer, but in my struggle to sit up straight, I accidentally
spread my legs flashing him my pussy.  If the conversation had been awkward
before that, it was doubly so now as we both struggled to hide our
feelings.  I thought it would be a mistake to start anything with him now,
especially given the rocky state of my relationship with Ryosuke, but if
I'm going to be perfectly honest, I did feel something for him as he stared
down at me with this look of longing in his eyes.

   "What are you doing out here anyways?" he asked, blushing almost at
having seen my pussy.

   "I was just studying for the history exam..." I said, my voice trailing
off, trying to sound distant.  I definitely didn't want him to think I'd
flashed him on purpose.  He seemed interested in my textbook, so I laid it
out next to me, and flipped the pages showing him the pictures.  I pulled
my knees to my chest to cover my breasts, and crossed my ankles in front of
my pussy, but he clearly was dying to get another look.

   "Anyway, I'd better get back to studying," I told him straight, hoping
he would move on.

   "Really?" he objected seeming surprised.  I gave him a knowing look, not
exactly begging him to leave me alone, but something like that.

   "Oh OK.  It was nice seeing you again," he smiled meekly, obviously not
wanting to leave.  I waited for him to back off a bit, and then rolled over
onto my front in an effort to hide my breasts again, but he paused long
enough to check out my bare behind.  He stood there gazing over at me for
the longest time, making me even hotter still.

   Eventually though, he left, and I breathed a sigh of relief.  This
clearly wasn't such a bright idea lying out here almost naked like this. 
Anyway, I'd better get out of here, and put my panties back on, before
anyone else shows up.  It had been interesting seeing Derek again, but I
really didn't want word getting back to my professors or whoever that I'd
been lying out on the field half-naked.
   Emi Tsuruta http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/ 

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