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Emi Tsuruta 
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My Trip Home
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd
like to know a bit more about me and my friends and what we've
been doing, please drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/


Even on the morning I was supposed to leave Oceanview, I was
still rushing around, trying to fit all my stuff into my luggage.
 I ended up asking Loretta, my host mom, if she could store a few
things for me.  I hadn't told my mom this, but I was still hoping
to come back to Oceanview someday to visit if not to live.  I had
a lot of good memories here.

Anyway, I finally got my bags packed.  Loretta drove me to the
train station, and her kids Brandon and Jennifer even tagged
along to see me off.  They'd been good to me my whole time here.
I was going to miss them all.

My next stop was Los Angeles.  One of our friends, Futoshi, lives
up that way, and had agreed to let me sleep over, so I could go
straight to the airport from his place.  I was kind of wondering
if he was single or whatever.  When I first met Futoshi, he
seemed a bit of a golden boy, too eager to please, but in the
years since, he'd been a really good friend to me.  He defended
me when others were teasing me.  He took the bullet for me in our
strip poker game.  He lent us his car, and now he was letting me
stay with him.  He really is one of my closest male friends.

As it turned out though, Futoshi was shacking up with some
girl... or at least that's what he claimed.  There was an extra
bedroom in his apartment, and there were a few of her things here
and there, but actually, there was no sign of the girl herself. 
Had they had some kind of fight?  It was hard to tell.

Anyway, he got me set up in his 'girlfriend's' room, and we
chatted a bit about what we'd been up to.  He was working for
some kind of stock brokerage, and was hoping to move into
banking.  I was actually quite interested to hear all of this,
because I had just graduated, and was looking for a job myself.

Eventually, it got late, so we both headed to our rooms to go to
bed.  I closed the door, and opened my luggage.  I couldn't find
my p.j.'s though.  I guess I must have sent them home, or left
them at Loretta's.  I went back out, and knocked on Futoshi's
door.

"Can I borrow some p.j.'s?  I don't seem to have any."

There was a long silence, and then Futoshi came, and opened the
door.  He was wearing p.j. bottoms but no top.  He has a nice
chest, muscular, hairless.  He likes dancing I knew.  He'd always
been in pretty good shape.

"Yeah, sure.  Check the closet," he said.  His closet was quite
large with all kinds of suits hung up.  I did manage to find a
silky nightshirt and a pair of track pants with a drawstring.

"Thanks," I smiled.  "Oh, and can I have a shower?"

"Yeah, sure.  I laid out some towels for you."  Futoshi has
always been good with details.

The bathroom was just off his bedroom.  It felt a bit weird
showering there knowing that Futoshi was right next door.  I
think actually, he used to be interested in me, back when I was
going out with Ryosuke.  It's too bad about this new girl though.
 If he likes her, I shouldn't interfere.  I'm heading to Japan in
any case.

After my shower, I changed into the clothes he'd lent me, and
said 'good night' heading back to my own room.  I turned out the
lights, and looked out at the beautiful night skyline before
drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, I awoke to hear Futoshi clanking around in the
kitchen, making breakfast.  I sat up, and rubbed the sleep out of
my eyes.  I wanted to have another shower, but I needed to do my
laundry first.  I stumbled out to the kitchen, and asked,

"Do you have a washing machine?"

"There's a coin laundry on the second floor.  You'll need a key
tag," he said fishing one out.  "Here, have some breakfast." 
He'd laid out some carrot loaf and green tea on the table.  I sat
down, and took a bite.  Mmm.  Yummy!

"What time do you go to work?" I asked.

"It starts at 9, but we have a teleconference this morning, so
I'm just going to sign in from here, and then go in later."

"High tech," I laughed.

After breakfast, I packed up my clothes, and set off to find this
laundry room.  It was way off in the corner of the building on
the second floor.  Inside, there was a bunch of washing machines
and dryers divided into two aisles with a big picture window
overlooking a little parkette out back.  There was no one else
there.  I guess everyone was off at work.

I loaded all my clothes into one of the machines, and then looked
down at the track pants Futoshi had lent me.  I guess I should
wash these too.  I pulled them off, and stuck them in the washer.
 Absentmindedly, I started unbuttoning my nightshirt as well.

I don't know if I actually would have stripped naked, but in any
case, before I could, a guy appeared at the door.  He was wearing
glasses, but fairly handsome.  He looked a bit like a grad
student or lawyer or something.  He gave me a rather strange
look, gazing down at my bare legs.  The shirt I was wearing had
gaps at either side, so he could probably see a fair bit of my
hips.  I tried to act natural, feeding quarters into the machine,
but it must have been obvious I wasn't wearing much apart from
the shirt.  I was already starting to feel kind of funny, aroused
or whatever.

Before I could do much, my cell phone rang.  It was my best
friend Satomi back in Oceanview, checking in to see how I was
doing.  The call gave me an excuse to turn away, and ignore the
guy, but I was blocking the aisle, and he motioned that he wanted
to get past.  I pressed my hips up against the washer trying to
make space so he could get by.  As he passed, I felt something
brush up against my backside.  Was that his penis?  I glanced
down at his crotch, but couldn't tell if he had a hard-on or not.
 I studied his face, but he looked fairly calm.  If it wasn't his
dick, maybe he'd just brushed against me accidentally with his
hand.  Yes.  That must be it, I told myself.

Once the guy had made it around to the far side, he opened one of
the washers, and started pulling his clothes out.  I stayed with
my back to him, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see him
studying my back obviously interested.  Worried that he might be
able to see my butt cheeks, I tugged on the tail of the shirt. 
It was hard to tell if he could see, but he certainly seemed
fascinated with my hips.

Anyway, I did my best to listen to Satomi, but the way this guy
was staring was getting me all worked up.  I glanced back at him
nervously, but he just looked away, pretending like he wasn't
staring.  As soon as I turned back though, his eyes returned to
my rear.  Now what do I do?  I shouldn't just stand here.  This
was Futoshi's apartment after all, and I didn't want to get him
in trouble with his neighbors.  Even so, this guy's staring was
driving me bonkers.

On the phone, Satomi was on about things she wanted me to send
her from Japan.

"Satomi!  I can't remember all that stuff," I balked.

"Don't you have a pen?" she asked.

"I don't know.  Maybe in my bag."  I squatted down, hiding behind
the washers.  Luckily, the guy got a call on his own cell - maybe
his wife or girlfriend.  He craned his head trying to get a look
at me, but ultimately, gave up, and went out into the hall to
answer his phone.  Relieved, I stood back up.  I still felt
pretty nervous standing here pantiless, but I saw him pass the
window hopefully on his way back upstairs.

I quickly scribbled down some notes for Satomi, but worried that
the guy might come back, I said goodbye, and grabbed my bag. 
When I rushed out into the hall though, the guy was still there.
He eyed me curiously, a bit of a lustful sneer on his lips.  I
quickly turned tail, and headed into the stairwell, running back
up to Futoshi's apartment.  I was still pretty excited, but
relieved to make it back safe.

Futoshi was in his room sitting at his computer.  I wanted to ask
him if I could borrow another pair of bottoms, but he seemed to
be talking with someone on video chat.  Trying not to disturb
him, I tiptoed into his room and over to his closet.  The person
on the screen noticed me though, and asked,

"Futoshi, is that your girlfriend?"

They both looked at me.  My shirt had fallen open at the front
exposing quite a bit of my breasts.  Even if they couldn't see my
nipples, they could probably tell I was braless.

"No.  Uh... that's Emi.  We went to university together," Futoshi
explained, clearly embarrassed to be caught with 'another
woman.'

"Emi, is it?  What did you study?" the American man on the screen
asked.

"Um, arts and humanities, sir," I told him, pulling my shirt
together to hide my breasts.

"This is my boss," Futoshi whispered.  "Mr. Simonsen."

"Do you live in Los Angeles?" Mr. Simonsen went on.  It sounded
like he might offer me a job.  I didn't want to interfere, but I
was looking for work.  Curious, I sat down on Futoshi's bed.  It
was hard to keep my shirt straight though, and soon I noticed
them staring at my pussy which must have been peeking out from
between the two tails.  Embarrassed, I tried to sit up, but I
think that just made matters worse.  My hello kitty was buzzing
like crazy, all excited to be seen.

"No, sir.  I was living in Oceanview, south of here, but tomorrow
I'm going to Japan."

"Are you coming back to the States?" he fired back.

"I'd like to, sir."  Feeling a bit guilty for flashing them, I
reached around trying to gather up the covers on Futoshi's bed,
but he'd already made it, so I couldn't pull them loose.  Futoshi
seemed ticked off, so I finally skedaddled away hiding in his
closet.  I tried to straighten out the tails to cover my bare
behind, but I think they could see that too.  I was getting more
and more excited, but trying not to let it show.

In the closet, there didn't seem to be any more track pants on
the hangers.  I glanced back to see if Futoshi and Mr. Simonsen
were watching - they were - and then reached up to see if there
were any on the top shelf.  I was quite blatantly flashing them
my pussy now.  Futoshi, fed up with my antics, finally came over
to help me find something to wear.

"Mr. Simonsen seems nice," I teased.

"Here.  You settle down," Futoshi warned.  I pretended to be
hurt, but this was more just to tease him.  Futoshi finally
fished out a pair of board shorts, and handed them to me.  "Put
those on, and behave," he implored.

"Yes, sir," I replied, saluting.  I waved goodbye to Mr.
Simonsen, and then scooted back to my room, and pulled the board
shorts on.  The check-in time for my flight was approaching, so I
had to get going.  I went, and got my laundry.  I asked Futoshi
if I could borrow his silk shirt and track pants till I saw him
again, and he said sure.  He's a real sweetie, isn't he?

Anyway, Futoshi headed off to work, and me to the airport.  I
gave him a big hug when we parted thanking him for everything.  I
promised to come visit, and he said he'd come see me in Japan
before too long.

I made it to the airport on time, and got checked in.  My seat on
the flight was right at the back on the window side with no one
sitting next to me.  Across the aisle, there was a jolly looking
American salesman, and a bunch more people up front, but my
corner was pretty quiet.

I'd brought along a book to read, Emmanuelle.  I didn't know that
much about it, just that it's famous, and started with a woman
taking a flight from London to Bangkok.  She was a French
newlywed travelling to see her husband after a year living apart.
 That would have been nice if there were some handsome young
suitor waiting for me at Narita, but no such luck this time, just
my mom.

In the book, Emmanuelle has an encounter with the man who is
flying in the same compartment as her.  I looked up from the book
to see if there were any tall dark strangers on this flight.  The
salesman was a stranger alright, but he looked like a family man
fattened up by his wife's rich cooking.  His cheeks were red like
Santa Claus, and he had a kind round face.  It was hard to
imagine him cheating on his wife.  Ah well.

When the sun went down, they dimmed the lights.  I guess they
expect us to sleep.  I kind of wanted to keep reading, but the
overhead light wasn't all that bright, and I didn't want to
bother people.  I turned the light off, tilted my seat back, and
tried to sleep.

A red-haired Japanese steward came back, and gave me a blue
blanket.  I unfurled it to cover my body, and tried to relax. 
'Santa' had closed his eyes, and I couldn't really see the other
passengers over the seat backs.  I was wearing a t-shirt and
Futoshi's track pants.  Those pants are kind of weird though. 
They have an artificial plasticy kind of feeling, so trying to
get more comfortable, I slid my hands in, and pushed them down. 
I felt a bit embarrassed lying here in just my panties, but no
one could see me anyway back here in the corner.

Absentmindedly, I slid my hand into my panties, and began fooling
around.  Maybe if I get off, it'll be easier to sleep.  I didn't
want to wreck these panties though.  I didn't bring that many
with me, so I might need them for meeting my mom.  Carefully,
trying not to be seen, I pushed down my panties too, ending up
bottomless under my blanket.

I lay there motionless for the longest time in case anyone was
watching, but eventually, I couldn't contain myself, and started
dabbing at my pussy lips with my fingertips again.  It was okay
to get my fingers wet now.  I could wash them off later.  Before
I got too far though, the steward popped by, giving me a start.

"Is everything alright, miss?"

I waved my hand that I was fine, but he continued to look at me
for a moment, perhaps suspecting.  Maybe I'd better pull my
panties back on before I get into trouble.  I watched him walk
away, and then lay still trying to tell if he'd gone back to his
station.  Maybe it'll be okay.

I lay back, and closed my eyes, but I was too worked up to sleep.
 I kept rolling this way and that trying to get comfy. 
Eventually, I realized that the salesman was looking over at me
now.  Wondering what he was looking at, I reached down, only to
find that the blanket wasn't quite covering my thighs!  I think
he probably saw the bare skin of my hips, maybe the curve of my
rear end.  I hope he didn't see my pussy.  He didn't look all
that perturbed, but it was hard to tell for sure.

When I glanced at him, he turned away, but clearly he'd been
watching.  I reached down trying to find my undies, but I think
they must have fallen onto the floor.  I wanted to get back
dressed, but if I go for my panties, I might end up flashing him
even more.  I lay still, pretending like nothing was wrong,
eyeing him edgily now and then.  He wasn't doing much actually. 
He did keep glancing at me, but his face looked fairly calm.

Eventually, I tried to fix my blanket at least.  One corner had
gotten caught under my foot, and when I tried to shake it free, I
think I pulled the blanket down even more.  I'm going to have to
be careful here.  Maybe I should wait to see if he goes to sleep.
 It would be a lot easier to fetch my undies without him
watching.

He lay back too, but for whatever reason, I seemed to have peaked
his curiosity.  Had he seen me pull my panties off?  I sure hope
not.  That would be embarrassing.  I tried to stay calm, but
inside I felt nervous.  When I heard the steward coming, I
grabbed the blanket, and pulled hard bringing it across.  I still
felt anxious, but I think I managed to cover myself.

Trying not to worry, I looked around for my book.  Where did it
get to?  I sat up, and probed around for it under the covers, but
the blanket fell down around my hips.  I tried to pull it back
up, but it was slippery, and the weight of the part below my
knees was pulling it down.  Santa Claus was looking over at me
again.  I think he could probably see my hips, and maybe even my
left butt cheek, but he still wasn't saying anything.

A different person came down our aisle heading for the
lavatories.  I was worried they might see too, but they glided on
by without noticing.  I guess the cabin was fairly dark.

I actually stayed like that for practically the whole flight, my
blanket loosely wrapped around my naked hips, more or less hiding
my pussy.  I kept hoping I'd get a change to grab my panties, but
every time I sat up, Santa Claus would stir, and look over this
way.  I think he could probably tell I was naked, and couldn't
sleep thinking about it.

As we neared Japan, they turned the cabin lights back on, making
me even more nervous.  I had to find my panties before people get
up, and start looking back at me.  I sat up straight, but I lost
hold of my blanket, and it slid down, exposing my pussy!  I
glanced over at Santa, but at last he'd finally closed his eyes.
Relieved, I bent forward, and got my panties off the floor.

Intending to pull them on, I slid my hands under the blanket, but
this just knocked it down even further, leaving my pussy exposed.
 I grabbed for the blanket, but I was so nervous I knocked it to
the floor, sitting here completely bottomless now.  My senses
were going into overdrive, excited by the feeling of the breeze
from the overhead vent on my bare hips.  My whole pussy was
sensitive to the slightest touch, sending my feelings spiraling
up further.

Still worried though, I sat up, and peered around trying to tell
if anyone was watching.  There was a young guy in a baseball cap
standing in the aisle on the other side, but I don't think he
could see my pussy.  I leaned down to hide, and tried to shake
out my panties, and straighten them out.  I wanted to get my
yellow dress out of my bag, but I couldn't very well stand up
with no bottoms on.  And where'd that steward get to?  I hope he
isn't watching.

Finally, with a strong act of will, I managed to hold my panties,
and step into them.  People were on the move, so I pulled them up
as quickly as I could.  These ones were soft white cotton, not
see-through, but fairly girly.  I ignored my feeling of
embarrassment, and finally stood up, opening the overhead
compartment to get my luggage down.  I guess I should have pulled
on my track pants first, but I wasn't planning on wearing them
when I met my mom.  I got my dress out of my bag, but in the
meantime, Santa had woken up again, and was staring at my panty
clad ass.  At least I wasn't naked.  I ignored him, and scooted
back to the lavatory to change into my dress.

Once I was dressed, I came back out, sat down, and did up my
seatbelt for the final approach.  Saint Nick was still looking
over at me curiously, but he seemed to be wondering if maybe he'd
dreamed the whole thing.  I was glad I'd managed to make it
through safely again.  Now that I was back home though, I'm going
to have to be good from here on in.  My mom and them don't really
know about all the things I've been up to, so I'll have to be
careful.

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























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