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Subject: {ASSM} My Summer Job at the Beach {Emi Tsuruta} (FM+, exhib, nosex)
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Summer Job at the Beach 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 few summers ago when I was still in university in Oceanview, I worked
at this beachside concession stand, selling hot dogs and ice cream to the
beachgoers.  It didn't pay a lot, but it was an interesting place
actually.  Once you got across the highway, you had to follow a sand path
through the trees down towards the water's edge, and then climb this
winding iron staircase to get up to the deck our restaurant was on.  On the
deck, there were a bunch of picnic tables with a bamboo roof and a view
overlooking the ocean.  You could hear cars going by from the highway and
the lapping of the waves on the shore, but actually, the deck was
surrounded by trees, a little oasis of calm on the busy summer beach.

   My boss was an American guy named Reggie.  He was kind of strange -
young...  for a shop manager anyway - and a bit lazy.  He did have his good
points though.  He was pretty predictable and trustworthy.  He never really
hit on me or anything.  I guess over the course of the summer, we became
friends.

   There were a couple of other girls who worked there, but they were on
different shifts, so I didn't see them all that often.  I did get to know a
couple of the regular customers though: Carlos, a happy-go-lucky Mexican
boy, and Bianca, a brunette American girl who hung out on the beach. 
They'd come up, order something, and I'd go out into the dining area, and
chat with them while they ate.  Carlos was very bubbly and animated, while
Bianca was a bit more laid-back, but we all got along.

   On the weekends, it could get busy, so we'd have to work straight.  On
weekdays though, it was quieter, especially if it was cloudy or raining
out.  Reggie showed up if it was busy, but on the quieter days, sometimes
he'd leave me to do everything.  If there were no customers, sometimes I
could even go down to the beach for a swim.

   Back up on the main road, there were surf and swimsuit shops,
restaurants, a convenience store and a bank.  Further up, there was a
grocery store.  I sometimes had to go up that way to buy more hot dogs or
buns, but most of the time, I was down on the beach.  On pay day, I'd head
to the bank to deposit my check.

   The bank was a bit of a different world.  It was air-conditioned, and
all the staff were dressed in suits, much more businesslike than the rest
of the beach.  Even the customers seemed to dress up when they came there. 
There was this one bank employee, Tom...  Thomas actually, a sharply
dressed young man of Italian or Greek background.  I was a bit shy at first
about talking with him, but whenever I did, he was always very helpful.

   When I was working at the concession stand, I had to wear our 'uniform':
blue jean shorts, a loose-fitting white t-shirt, a lime green sun visor,
oh...  and an orange apron when we were cooking.  When I'd head to the
bank, I'd take the apron off, and go in my shorts, but sometimes I'd get
strange looks when I was standing in line waiting for the teller.  I got a
deep tan that summer from being outside all the time, so maybe people
thought I was one of those beach bunnies.  I thought of bringing a change
of clothes for my trips to the bank, but anyway, the bank tellers or other
staff didn't complain, so mostly I just went like that.

   One day, Reggie didn't come in, but he sent one of the other girls to
help me out.  There weren't many customers that day, so the girl said it
would be alright if I went in for a swim.  We didn't have a washroom, so I
walked down to the docks to a fast food restaurant to change there.

   I'd just bought a new bikini, one I quite like actually.  It was a
burnished silver color, and even had a few diamond-shaped chain links at
the front on my hips and the bra straps, so it looks like the whole bikini
was made of metal.  The side ties on the bottoms were quite long and also a
sparkly silver color.  The back was a simple thong, and at the top of my
butt crack, there was a cluster of imitation diamonds which sparkled,
drawing your eyes to them.  A bit gaudy maybe, but this should catch the
guys' eyes.  Look out world!  Here I come!

   I stripped out of my clothes in the stall, pulled this new bikini on,
and then went out to check how I looked in the mirror.  Even though I was
kind of proud of my find, I decided it might be a bit much to walk around
like this on the street - what with the sparkly thong and all - so I pulled
on a black hoodie to cover up.  As I walked through the restaurant, a few
guys turned to check out my behind, but I think I still looked fairly
decent with my hoodie on.

   I walked down to the water's edge in the shade of the docks.  There
weren't that many people around on that part of the beach, so I ended up
stripping off my hoodie, and went in swimming.  The water was a bit cool at
first but refreshing.  When I came back out though, I suddenly noticed the
bank guy, Thomas, walking along the boardwalk up towards the street.  He'd
taken off his suit jacket and tie, and looked a bit more rugged than usual
in his mirror sunglasses.  He noticed me too, so I waved to him, as I
picked up my towel to wipe the water out of my eyes.  Surprisingly, he
stepped down onto the sand in his shiny dress shoes, and came all the way
over to say hi to me.

   "Emi, was it?" he smiled.  "Hey."  I was amazed he even remembered my
name.  I'd only spoken to him once or twice at that point.  A bit
embarrassed to be caught in such a skimpy little bikini by my handsome
young banker, I turned to the side.  He just smiled, unable to contain his
curiosity, as he gave my body the once over.  It was hard to tell what he
was looking at because he had sunglasses on, but it looked like he checked
out my crotch, and then when I turned, my buns.  I'm actually not used to
guys staring at my body so blatantly, but I guess he thought that with his
sunglasses on, I wouldn't be able to tell what he was looking at.

   "Thomas!" I blushed.  "What are you doing out here?"

   "I had to get some stuff from the post office.  Are you working?" he
grinned.

   "I was.  How did you know?" I laughed, surprised that he'd guessed.

   "I have my ways," he smiled.  "Anyway, I looked up some info for you on
investments.  Drop by the bank when you get a chance."

   "Sure," I smiled.  For some reason, it hadn't really struck me before,
but he's an attractive guy with that breezy self-confidence.  He makes you
feel right at home.  As he walked away, he continued to smile at me over
his shoulder, obviously quite happy to have run into me.  Cool.  I've got a
fan!

   Anyway, I ended up pulling my hoodie back on, and going back to that
other restaurant to change back into my uniform.  I guess I did need to
drop by at the bank at some point.  Someday soon.

   Then one morning not long after, when I woke up, it was raining out.  I
phoned my boss Reggie, asking whether I should come in to work or not.  I
knew there wouldn't be many people on the beach, but he seemed to think it
was important that one of us be there in case the weather cleared up.  He
said he'd be in later, but I was pretty sure he just went back to bed,
leaving me to handle things.

   I had a shower, got dressed, and headed for the beach.  On the way
though, it started to rain down pretty heavily.  I pulled out my umbrella,
but even so, the wind was blowing up a storm.  By the time I arrived at our
stand, I was soaked to the skin.  There was no sign of Reggie.  I hurried
to unlock the door of our stand, and get in out of the rain.

   Inside was warm enough, but my wet clothes felt all clammy, sticking to
my skin.  I pulled my bikini and towel out of my bag, but even they'd got a
bit wet in the rain.  The front shutter was still down, so I ended up just
stripping out of my clothes, and hanging them by the stove to dry.  It felt
so weird being naked at work.  This was the same place Reggie and I worked
every day, and here I was roaming around in my birthday suit.  I circled
the tips of my nipples with my finger, getting a little excited.  I
wondered what Reggie would say if he found me like this, naked at work. 
Anyway, he isn't here, so it should be fine, I told myself.

   Trying to settle back down, I looked around to see what needed to be
done.  Under the counter, I noticed that Reggie hadn't taken the garbage
out from the day before.  There was a bin out around back, but I couldn't
very well go outside stark naked now, could I?  Luckily, my apron was still
on the hook.  I pulled it on, and then tied up the garbage bag.

   I paused at the door looking around to make sure no one was around.  The
apron was completely open at the back, so I could feel the air on my bare
behind.  I could hear a bunch of cars going by on the highway, but I didn't
think they'd be able to see me what with all the trees in the way.

   It looked safe, so I quickly dashed out in my bare feet (and bare
backside), and put the garbage into the bin.  It felt kind of exciting to
be out here wearing so little, knowing there were people nearby.  I kind of
wanted to savor the feeling, but the rain was pouring down so hard I ended
up coming back inside.  I was breathing heavily though from my little
stunt.

   My dash outside had gotten the apron all wet, so I took that off too,
and hung it by the stove to dry.  I peeked in the fridge.  We were running
short of hot dogs again.  I guess I should scoot up to the grocery store,
and buy some more, but it didn't look like there'd be that many customers
today anyway.  I cleaned the grill, and got some of the ingredients out of
the fridge, but there was no use starting cooking yet.  I went back to the
door, and peered out at our dining area wondering if there was anyone down
on the beach.

   It was still raining lightly, but less than before.  The wind was quite
strong though rustling the branches of the trees, and rumbling as it blew
our flags all over the place.  I could see the ocean, but not the beach
unless I went over to the edge of the platform.  I looked down at my body. 
Technically, I wasn't completely naked.  I still had on my flip-flops and a
ruffled wrist cuff on one arm.  But even so, I felt pretty naughty out
here, with nothing covering my pert breasts and black bush.  I felt
energized though, proud of my naked body.

   Excited by the feeling of the wind on my bare flesh, I stepped out onto
the deck.  Before I do anything here, I'd better check to make sure no one
else is around.  The sound of the cars reminded me of how close we were to
the highway, but I couldn't hear any voices at all.  Was the beach
deserted?

   Gathering my courage, still naked, I slowly made my way forward towards
the edge of the deck.  If anyone was down on the beach, they'd be able to
see me, but luckily, I was right.  There didn't seem to be anyone there.  I
breathed a sigh of relief.  This all happened back when I still hadn't done
that kind of thing much, so I was still pretty nervous, but it did feel
good.

   Slowly, getting used to being naked out here on our deck, I trotted all
the way over to the top of the stairs.  I stared down the steps, wondering
if I should chance going down.  I felt terribly nervous.  I guess I knew I
should go back, but I was finding it hard to resist the urge to have a
little fun.  I started trodding down the stairs, gripping the railing
tightly to steady my jittery knees.  A sheet of paper blew this way, giving
me a terrible start, but I think it must have been left over from the day
before.

   I walked all the way down to the bottom of the stairs, but I was still
terribly nervous about being out here naked.  It was so weird, feeling the
sea breeze and rain swirling all around my naked skin.  Carlos and Bianca
were probably at home, but Thomas was just up the hill in the bank, and
Reggie might even be on his way here now.  And here I was standing out here
on the beach stark naked.  It felt terrifying, but exhilarating too.

   Butterflies in my tummy, I stepped out onto the beach walking even
further from my clothes.  Unfortunately, though, I finally noticed that
there were some people there.  A fair ways down the beach, there seemed to
be some sort of beachcomber perhaps looking for sea shells, and then beyond
him, there was a group of kids playing in the rain.

   My heart almost stopped.  Could they see me?  I thought of going back
upstairs, but for some reason, I ended up walking along the beach the other
way, trying to get away from them.  I think the beachcomber must have seen
me, because he wasn't that far away, but I don't think he realized I was
naked.  He kept digging things out of the sand, and bringing them back to
where he'd laid his stuff.  Testing him almost, I scurried all the way down
to the shore, but he still wasn't reacting at all.  Maybe he hadn't really
looked at me all that closely, or thought I was wearing a flesh tone
swimsuit.  My thick black bush should have been a giveaway though.  I felt
incredibly naughty and embarrassed, getting my jollies flashing this poor
guy, even if he hadn't clued in yet.

   Electrified by the tension, I actually walked back towards him, checking
I guess to see if he could see me.  As I drew closer, he did lift his head,
and seemed to be looking at me, but he still didn't seem to be reacting.  I
wasn't sure if he'd 'made' me or not, but this was all getting a bit
dangerous, so I slowly made my way back towards the stairs.  He seemed to
be watching me now, but that just got me even more excited.  I checked one
last time to make sure he wasn't coming, and then ran up the stairs back to
the safety of the deck.  I was breathing heavily now, deeply aroused.

   A bit overwhelmed at what I had just done, I sat down, and tried to
catch my breath.  Had that guy seen me or not?  That was so weird being out
there completely naked, but him not reacting at all.  Maybe he hadn't
realized.  It was all so strange.

   I felt my apron by the stove, and it did seem to have dried up quite a
bit, so I pulled it on over my head.  I did feel relieved to have something
on after my little escapade there.

   I checked outside, and it did look like the storm might be clearing up. 
I turned on the gas, and started getting the ingredients out of the fridge
in case any customers did show up.  The shutter was still over the front
window, but my clothes didn't seem to be dry yet, so I wasn't sure what to
do.  I guess I look decent in this apron - so long as I don't turn around. 
Somewhat nervously, I cranked open the shutter.  I still had butterflies,
but I guess I was a little high from my naked stroll on the beach.

   Then, all of sudden, I heard this couple coming up the stairs.  I pulled
on my visor to hide my eyes, and stood facing the window, distinctly aware
that there was nothing covering my backside.  The girl was petite and sexy,
but her boyfriend towered over her.  They were both in their swimsuits
obviously here to swim.

   They stood there discussing our menu, while I stood there, a bit of a
nervous wreck.  I probably should have pulled my shorts back on, or at
least my panties before opening up.  Eventually, they stepped forward, and
ordered.

   "Can I get a hamburger and an ice cream for Tina here?" the guy said in
a deep voice.  'Tina' smiled.

   "We have popsicles in the fridge, or do you want soft ice cream?" I
asked my voice wavering from nervousness.

   "The soft one," Tina said pointing to the machine on the back wall.  I
got out a cone, and managed to fill it with ice cream without turning my
back to them, but I think I must have looked kind of strange, facing them
while reaching awkwardly over to the machine.  I handed Tina the ice cream,
and the guy paid me.

   The two of them started talking to each other, so that was kind of a
lucky break.  The fridge though was off at the back, and when I went back
to fish out a hamburger patty, I kind of turned away, and the guy's eyes
lit up the instant he saw my bare behind.  I blushed, and turned back
towards them, but he had definitely 'made' me.  Tina hadn't been looking at
me, but there was a faint smile playing on the guy's lips now.  He
obviously liked how I was dressed, but was trying not to let on to his
girlfriend.

   I put the meat on the grill, and went to fetch some buns, but it was
awfully hard to do all this while facing the two of them.  I accidentally
gave them another peek at my backside, and then another, getting more and
more excited each time.  The guy was clearly loving it, but Tina couldn't
quite figure out why he was grinning.  I think she thought I was flirting
with her boyfriend - which I guess I was, though not quite intentionally. 
She kept looking up at him, trying to get him to cut it out as if it were
somehow his fault.  I thought this was kind of funny.  There wasn't really
too much I could do to bail him out, short of showing her my backside, but
I was already embarrassed enough as it was, and didn't want to make it any
worse.

   I'm sure the guy must have wondered why I wasn't wearing any bottoms,
but he clearly didn't want to make a big deal of it with his girlfriend
right there.  The hamburger was eventually ready, so I wrapped it up, and
gave it to him, while he stared at me in wonder.  They went to sit down,
and I eventually got back dressed, and behaved myself.  The same guy came
back to our stand a few days later, but he never did ask what I'd been
doing that day.  I still don't know what he thought.

   Eventually, pay day rolled around, and Reggie gave me my check.  On my
lunch break, I took off my apron, pulled on my hoodie, and headed up to the
bank again.  Thomas was there in his little kiosk of an office right at the
front near the windows.  He had some stuff to tell me, so he led me to the
offices in the back.  I'd never been back here.  It was all glass walls,
plush carpets, oak desks and sleek leather chairs.  There were more offices
across the way, but the other staff didn't seem to be around.  Maybe they
were short-handed that day, because no sooner had we sat down that Thomas
got called away.

   I sat there alone for a while, glancing around the office.  There was a
huge window looking out over the street, and the glass was tinted, so I
don't think people could see in all that well.  All the glass everywhere
gave the office a spacious feel which was nice.

   Eventually, Thomas came back.  He apologized, but quickly got out some
brochures to show me.  He carefully explained all this financial stuff
while I sat there doing my best to take it all in.  One thing I kept
wondering though is what it would be like to go out with him after work. 
He seemed like a nice guy, and he sure seems to know his stuff.  Most of
the time, he was all business though, talking up a storm about this or that
investment.

   One thing that did seem to catch his eye was when I pulled my chair
closer to his desk to get a better look at the brochures.  I wasn't wearing
a bra that day under my t-shirt, and I guess my breasts must have jiggled a
bit as I bounced to pull the chair forward.  My nipples might have been a
bit erect, pulling on the cotton of the shirt, perhaps giving away the fact
that I wasn't wearing a bra.  He hesitated for just a second, dropping his
eyes to my breasts, but quickly recovered, and went back into his spiel. 
Hmm.  I'm glad to know I can have some effect on him.

   Anyway, I didn't have much time that day, so we just deposited the
money, and I promised to come back soon, so we could talk about it some
more.

   My next working day, I went in for a swim after work, and just
remembered this bank thing as I was getting ready to leave.  I was wearing
my white 'wet look' bikini - the one with side ties, a puckered back and a
slit up the front.  I looked down at it, wondering if I should wear it to
the bank.  If nothing else, that might get more of a reaction out of Tom. 
It was perhaps a bit much though.  I pulled on my hoodie to cover up, but
the one I'd brought that day was terribly short, like a crop top, not even
covering my bellybutton.  I finally decided to tie my red, pink and
burgundy pareo around my waist over top the bikini.  There.  That looks a
bit more decent.

   So in I went to the bank, but at first there was no sign of Thomas.  I
think they had him working somewhere out of sight, but eventually, he came
out, and spotted me.

   "Emi!  You're back," he smiled.  He led me to the offices in the back
again, but sat me down in a big leather swivel chair.  The leather kind of
stuck to the backs of my thighs reminding me of how I was dressed.

   "So last time we were talking about your options...," he began.  He was
still talking up a storm, but every once in a while, when he thought I
wasn't looking, I'd catch him peering down at my crotch.  It took me a
while, but eventually, I realized that my pareo was vaguely see-through,
and it must be the 'camel toe' on the front of my suit that was getting his
attention.  Humph!  He is a man after all.

   Soon though, one of the clerks came, and called him away again.  That
seems to happen a lot.  I guess a lot of people rely on him here.

   So there I was alone again.  There didn't seem to be anyone else back
here either.  Pretty sure that Thomas would be gone for a while, I
nervously reached up inside my pareo, trying to straighten out the slit, so
it wouldn't be so obvious.  I ran my finger along the slit, shuddering a
bit when I brushed against my hello kitty.  God, I'm so sensitive today.  I
have to settle down here though.  I don't want to do something I might
regret later.

   I dabbed at the slit again, but the main effect of this was to get me
even more excited.  A bit torn on whether I should loosen or straighten my
suit, I reached over to one side tie, but the rings of my metal bracelet
got tangled up in the bow.  Oh shoot.  Now what do I do?

   I vaguely clawed at the knot, but it wasn't budging.  I peered back at
the door hoping Thomas wasn't coming, and hastily undid the bow, trying to
untangle the tie from my bracelet.  I was finding it a bit hard to
concentrate.

   I was becoming more and more excited as I peeled my bikini away from my
pussy exposing it to the cool air of the bank office.  My whole body was
electrified, and I ended up undoing the tie on the other side, pulling my
bikini right off.  Staring at the door, petrified, I quickly worked away at
untangling the knot when Thomas suddenly came back.  Unsure what else to
do, I slipped off my bracelet, and set my bikini bottoms down on top of my
bag.

   "Sorry to keep you waiting, Emi," Thomas smiled cheerfully.  "It's been
a busy day."

   Thomas sat down behind his desk, and hardly skipping a beat, went into
his sales spiel again.  My mind was starting to haze over though with
embarrassment and excitement.  I held my legs together, but now under the
flimsy see-through material of my pareo, he'd be able to see the shiny
black locks of my pubic hair.  If I parted my legs even a little, he'd
probably be able to see the lips of my terribly wet pussy.  I tensed,
waiting for him to notice, but fortunately, he was too polite to stare, at
least at first.

   "Which one do you think I should get?" I asked meekly, trying to keep
him from noticing my plight.  His eyes darted around, obviously thinking
over my question, but as his gaze passed over my hips, his eyes narrowed,
signaling that he finally must have noticed the shock of black pubic hair
between my legs.  He didn't stare, but you could tell he was surprised as
he looked back up at my face in shock.

   "Th-th-there is one other investment," he stammered, obviously thrown
off his stride by this sudden turn of events.  "Um...  it's kind of a
tricky one, but you can make a lot of money if you do it right."

   "Oh?" I asked, trying to focus myself.  He started typing something on
his computer screen, and then called up a page something about 'past
offerings.'

   "Only the experts usually put their money in this, but maybe I can help
you get set up."

   To get a better look at the computer screen, I slid the chair to the
side around the far end of his desk.  Figuring I might not notice, he
lowered his gaze, glancing down at my bare backside this time.  I vaguely
felt for the pareo, but it had drifted up leaving my bare buttocks
exposed.  Not sure quite what to do, I tilted my body to the side, vaguely
trying to hide, but I think this just pulled the hem up even more, giving
him an even better view of my behind.  I peered over at him, wondering what
he would do, my whole body on fire from the excitement and tension.

   Before he could react though, his boss appeared at the door.  I quickly
swiveled the chair to hide my naked booty from the boss, but I think he
might have caught a glimpse.  He didn't really react though, so that was
lucky.

   "Thomas?  Could I speak to you for a second?" the boss asked.  I nodded
for Thomas to go, but he seemed reluctant, worried I guess that I would get
back dressed.  We locked eyes, and I could clearly feel his longing, but he
couldn't very well ignore his boss.

   I did kind of want to tease Thomas some more, but actually, I was more
worried about what the boss had or hadn't seen, so I decided to get
dressed.  I pulled out my jeans shorts and t-shirt, and set them down on
top of my bag.  Checking the hall again to make sure no one was coming, I
quickly undid my pareo, and pulled off my hoodie and bikini top, sitting
there naked for a moment.  It suddenly struck me that they might have
security cameras, so I grabbed my shorts, and pulled them back on.

   I shook out my t-shirt, and just as I pulled it onto my arms, Thomas
appeared at the door again.  He came straight into the room obviously
hoping that I'd still be naked.

   Not sure quite what to do, I ended up lifting the t-shirt over my head,
giving Thomas a good look at my bare breasts.  He stood there blinking in
shock, quite surprised that I would flash him my tits in this way.  The
tension was just incredible.  I was beginning to space out, fighting the
orgasm I could feel coming on.  I pulled my arms into the holes, but then
hesitated, leaving my breasts exposed while I fixed the rubber band in my
hair.  Probably they stood out even more than usual because my untanned
breasts were quite white compared to the dark skin of my tummy and
shoulders.  I was worried though that Thomas' boss might come back, so
soon, I pulled my t-shirt down finally covering back up.

   "Sorry, I was just getting changed," I blushed.  Thomas just stood there
for a while, having completely lost his train of thought.

   "Um, yeah...  no.  That's...  um...  fine," he stammered, obviously
quite flustered at seeing my perky breasts.

   "Oh, sorry.  Honestly, I didn't mean anything by it.  We don't have
change rooms at the stand," I babbled on, rushing to explain.

   "Yeah, no, that's okay.  I was just a bit surprised.  That's all," he
apologized, sitting back down.  It took him a few more minutes to gather
his thoughts again, but eventually, he got to telling me about this
investment idea he had, and we ended up buying it.  He kept stressing that
I could stop by any time.

   "My door is always open," he smiled nervously, shaking my hand as I
headed out.

   I did see Thomas a few more times after that, but at the end of the
summer, that job finished, so I didn't have as much excuse to go down, and
visit him.  I think eventually, he got promoted, because the last time I
was in that branch, there was a new girl in his office instead of him.
   Emi Tsuruta http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

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