In the Library
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to know more about me and my friends, please check out my home page at:
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It was almost the end of the school year.  Final exams were just around the corner.  Every morning, I'd head down to the university library to study.  The weather was so beautiful out it was a shame to stay inside, but anyway, I still had a lot of reviewing to do.  In the library, I usually went up to the third floor, and sat at one of the tables in this huge open area just by the elevators.  This library has kind of a cool design, like an amphitheater with stone stairs leading up to the fourth floor balcony that runs around the edge.

One day, I was up there when I noticed this guy sitting at one of the other tables glancing over this way.  He looked like the bookish type - glasses, curly hair, freckles and a pencil sticking out of his chest pocket, but he was tall and fairly good-looking in a shy kind of way.  As soon as he saw me look over, he turned back to his book, but after I went back to studying, I caught him looking over at me again.  At first, I wondered if there was something wrong with the way I looked, so I got out my compact to check my make-up in the mirror, but apparently that wasn't it.  I looked behind me to see if there was something else he was staring at, but there wasn't anything there.  I went back to studying, but soon he was looking over at me again.

This went on like this for a while, but eventually he got up, and went over to press the button for the elevator.  I was getting a bit thirsty myself, so I picked up my change purse, and walked over just in front of where he was standing.  When I glanced over my shoulder, I caught him staring down at my hips.  I was wearing jeans that day ? hip-huggers.  I coquettishly tilted my fanny to the side, and this seemed to get quite a reaction out of him.  Wow!  It looks like I've found myself a new fan.

I glanced over at him during the elevator ride down, but he looked away, seemingly nervous about riding in the same elevator with me after he'd been staring so much.  It almost looked like he was blushing.  I went into the cafeteria to get something to drink, but he must have gone somewhere else because I didn't see him.  I was wondering if he might come over, and talk to me, but I guess he was shy.  After I finished my drink, I went back upstairs, but I didn't see him anymore.  Maybe he went home.  Eventually, I forgot about him, and went back to studying.

A couple of days later, I wrote my first exam.  I hate exams, but anyway, I was glad to have the first one over with.  I took a day off, and then came back to the library to study some more.  After I'd been there for a while, who should get off the elevator but the same guy from the other day.  I'd almost completely forgotten about him, but he certainly seemed to recognize me.  He looked a little flustered, and quickly disappeared off into the stacks to get some books I guess.  I briefly wondered what he was doing here.  Eventually, he came back out, went upstairs, and it was quiet again.

Not long after that though, he reappeared, staring right at me as he came down the stairs.  I looked down, and realized that I'd left the top few buttons of my blouse undone.  He'd probably been looking down my cleavage as I leaned forward.  I was wearing a tube top underneath, so it wasn't like I was that indecent or anything, but it was a bit embarrassing.  I pulled my top up to cover up, and peered up at him, but he quickly looked away, seeming embarrassed at getting caught staring at my cleavage.  A moment later, he disappeared back off into the book stacks.

I went back to reading again, but before long, he reappeared, and climbed back up the stairs looking over his shoulder at me obviously trying to get another peek.  I was a bit annoyed that he was staring at me this way, but I did my best to just ignore him, and pretend like I hadn't noticed.  He disappeared again, but before long, he was back, staring down at me again as he came down.  I began to think that he was doing it on purpose, going up and down the stairs, just so he could peek down my top.  Eventually, I got tired of him staring, and pulled the two sides of my blouse together.  Soon enough, he realized I'd covered up, gave up, and left me alone.

Maybe an hour went by, and then I began to feel like someone was watching me again.  I looked up, and sure enough there he was, standing at the railing on the floor above me.  He turned away as soon as I looked up, but it was obvious that he'd been watching me.  How long had he been there?

For some reason, my heart sped up.  It's hard to explain why.  I wasn't afraid at all.  He looked so mild-mannered, like one of those guys who studies really hard, but doesn't get out much.  I guess part of me was wondering if maybe he'd fallen in love with me at first sight or whatever.  I thought of going up to talk to him, but I didn't really have the nerve to do that.  I tried to go back to reading my book, but I could feel him, still up there looking down at me.

I couldn't study, so I finally got up, and went to the washroom to think about what to do.  I was feeling a bit hot, so I splashed some water on my face to try to calm down.  Some of the droplets fell on my tube top making the color a bit darker in places.  I tried to dry it with a paper towel, but it was still kind of noticeable.  I looked into the mirror down at my bust.  I looked over at the door, and once I was sure no one was coming, I took a hold of my tube top, and pulled it down letting my bare breasts pop out.  Maybe it was my imagination, but they looked even bigger than usual.  Am I still growing?

I dabbed at my nipples with the tip of my fingers, shuddering a bit at the feeling.  I peered over nervously at the door, as I gently massaged my breasts.  Despite myself, I was getting all excited.  I looked at my breasts in the mirror for a while wondering why this guy seemed so fascinated by them.  Were they really that great?  Wanting to test it somehow, I took off my blouse, and lifted the tube top over my head.  I tried to remember who else was outside besides my admirer.  They'd certainly be pretty shocked if I walked out there like this without any top on at all.  I finally decided to at least put my blouse back on, but I left it unbuttoned.  Stuffing my tube top into my purse, I pulled the two sides of the blouse together, and cautiously opened the door.  There were two Chinese girls sitting at a table not far from mine, but I couldn't see anyone else.

Clutching my purse against my chest, I walked back to my table, and sat down, this time with my back to the two girls and my not-so-secret admirer on the balcony above.  I picked up my book again, but I was so worked up.  I kept thinking about how I was sitting there with no bra on under my blouse.  I just sat there frozen for a long time until finally I saw my admirer coming around the rail to face me.

I took out a notebook, and leaned forward to write, not about my studies, but about him and me and what we were doing.  This got me even more excited.  As I leaned forward, my blouse fell open, and I thought I heard a gasp as he realized I'd taken off my tube top.  I shook my pen, and my breasts jiggled back and forth now more or less in plain view.  I was a bit worried that the Chinese girls behind me might notice, but I was too excited to just stop.

We stayed there for a long time, him staring at my bare breasts, and me showing them off, nervously trying to write this all down.  Eventually, I couldn't take the tension any more.  I pulled my blouse together, and did up the buttons.

By the time I looked up, my admirer had disappeared again.  I felt a bit frustrated by all this, but anyway, I didn't think either of us would have the nerve to talk to each other especially now that I'd been flashing him my breasts for so long.  I gathered up my books, and went to the cafeteria to get something to eat to try to calm down.  I didn't bother to put my tube top back on.  I could feel my nipples brushing against the inside of the blouse, but anyway, I kept my blouse done up from then on.

I felt a bit embarrassed about what I had done, and for the next little while I decided to steer clear of the library.  I didn't want to risk running into that guy again.  I hope I didn't give him the wrong impression.  He probably thinks I do that kind of thing all the time.  For the next little while, I studied at home, until the day I had to go write another exam.  This one was even harder than the first, but I did my best.

Early the next week, I had another exam.  With only two left to study for, the worst was over, and I could relax a bit.  The next day, I studied at home in the daytime, but after supper, I decided it was time to go blow off some steam.  I packed my red gym shorts and a white t-shirt, and headed down to the campus fitness center.  There was no one much around, so I just ran around the indoor track for a while, and then had a shower.  Even though it was getting late, it was still pretty warm out, so I pulled my gym outfit back on, and went out like that.  I stopped by to see my friend Satomi at her dorm, but she was busy studying, so I didn't stay long.  Before I headed home though, I decided to peek in at the library, just to take a look around.

I browsed around the stacks, and found a few good books.  Trying to decide which to sign out, I sat down on the floor in the middle of the aisle.  The shorts I was wearing were kind of short, so the floor felt kind of cold on my buttocks cheeks.  This other girl came down the aisle, and gave me this strange look, so I got up to let her pass.  She kind of glanced down at my backside disapprovingly, so I brushed it off, and pulled the hem down, so it was better covering my cheeks.

I was about to leave when this one particular book caught my eye.  It had a picture on the front of this guy standing in the nude on a mountain top somewhere.  The title said the history of naturism or something like that.  I opened it up, and it actually looked pretty interesting.  He was talking about water holes and hot springs and a whole bunch of stuff I'd been meaning to find out more about.  Our library is usually pretty conservative, so I was a bit surprised to find this book here.  Was one of the Profs a closet naturist?  I giggled.  That would be pretty funny.

I took it off the shelf, went off, and found a comfy chair in the corner of the building by the windows, and curled up to read my find.  The book was so interesting really.  There was a whole world of naturist destinations I'd never even heard of.  The more I read the more I liked what he was saying.  Maybe I wasn't so strange after all.  I set the book down, and stretched out.  Then, I got a really strange thought.  I wonder if I could take my clothes off here.  That would be such a rush really.  It was dark outside the window, getting really late.  I got up, and took a look around, but it looked like everyone else had gone home for the day.  I went back to my corner, and tried to decide what to do.

Of course, I knew it was a completely silly idea to strip in the library.  If someone caught me, they'd probably be pretty shocked.  But then again, the way that book explained it, naturism was the most natural thing on earth.  Why do people wear clothes anyway?  To keep warm?  It was plenty warm in the library.  Even outside, it would be summer soon.

I stared back looking and listening carefully for signs of people.  I was fairly sure there was no one else on this floor, so I stuck my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts.  I knew the whole idea was crazy, but somehow I just couldn't resist.  Ever so slowly, I lifted my hips, and pulled down my shorts, all the while watching the aisle.  My hands were shaking as I peeled my panties off, and let them fall to my ankles.  It felt so good to be free of them.  My pussy was tingling like crazy as I pulled my feet free, and kicked off my shorts and panties.  I slid one hand down between my legs gently probing around.  I don't know what I was doing.  I was too excited to read.  I sat there for god knows how long peering back now and again to make sure no one was coming.

Suddenly, all the lights went out.  At first, I was a little scared, unsure what had happened.  I squinted around in the dark trying to find my shorts.  Before I could find them though, behind me, I heard footsteps, and saw a flashlight coming this way.  I sat back down in the chair, and pulled the hem of my t-shirt down trying to hide the fact that I was naked from the waist down.  It turned out to be the security guard.  He looked surprised to see me still here, but fortunately, he stopped far enough away that he probably couldn't see my bare legs.

"Oh sorry, miss.  It's fifteen minutes to closing."

Maybe he was expecting me to gather up my stuff, and come with him, but I couldn't very well do that the way I was dressed in just my t-shirt.  I felt exposed enough as it was with his flashlight shining on my back.

"I j-j-just want to finish up this book," I stammered pointing down at the naturist book on the coffee table.  There was a naked man on the cover, but luckily, he didn't look at it too closely.

"OK, I'll turn the lights back on, but could you shut them off when you leave?"

I nodded nervously, and finally he turned, and walked away.  A few minutes later, the lights came back on, and I heard him get on the elevator.  I breathed a deep sigh of relief.  That was close!  What would he have thought if he'd come closer and seen me sitting here with my pussy showing?  I looked down, and finally found my panties and shorts lying on the floor where I'd left them.  I stood up planning to pull them on.  Out the window, the night sky was dark, but I could see the headlights of cars passing by on the street below.  I wonder if they can see me up here.  I straightened up checking out the reflection of my pussy in the window.  Probably I'm too high up for anyone to tell, but wouldn't they be surprised if they could?

It must be getting cooler out by now.  Maybe I should change into my jeans and sweatshirt.  I sat back down, and rummaged around in my bag for them, but then I got an even stranger thought.  Maybe this was my chance to get naked.  The security guard was gone, and clearly not coming back, and no one else was here.  This was perfect!  I lifted my t-shirt, and pulled it off over my head.  I undid my bra, and pulled it off sitting here naked now shivering with excitement.  I was so worked up by then it wasn't even funny.  I pulled out my cell phone, and dialed Ryosuke.

"It's me, Emi.  Where are you now?"

"I just finished work, and I'm on the bus home.  Why?  Where are you?"

"I'm at the library.  I was hoping you could come down."

"No, I'm half way home."

I stood up, and peered out the window to see if I could see his bus.  I felt so nervous standing here in the window naked.  I thought of telling him what I was doing, trying to coax him here, but decided I'd better not.  I didn't want him to think I was weird or something.  We talked for a minute more, but it was hard to hear him over the roar of the bus, so we finally said goodbye.  I was kind of disappointed that he wasn't coming.  That would have been so funny to get him to come here, and surprise him.  Knowing him, he would have loved it.

I sat my bare bottom back down on the seat, and put my cell phone away.  Now what am I going to do?  I guess it'll be closing time soon, so I'd better get ready.  I felt nervous of course, sitting there naked, but even so, I didn't want to get back dressed just yet.  My heart racing, I stuffed all my clothes into my backpack, and stood up in the window again pulling it on.  I felt so naughty flashing the outside like this.  Still, I was so worried though that someone might see me, so I picked up the nudist book, and took it back to its shelf.  It felt both scary and exhilarating walking through the library naked.  I half expected someone to pop out at any minute.  Peering around nervously, I walked right out into the main hall to where I usually sat.  I could hardly believe I'd come all this way naked, out where all the students normally studied.  I watched the elevator lights go up and down, afraid that someone might stop at this floor, and find me standing here in the buff.

It was such an amazing feeling, but I couldn't take the tension, so I finally ducked into the washroom, and pulled on my sweatshirt and jeans.  I didn't bother with my underwear, so I still felt strange, but at least now I looked decent.  When I got down to the main floor, it was buzzing with activity as everyone filed out.  I was so lucky no one found me.  I could hardly get over it.  I knew I shouldn't do these things, but somehow I felt like something was protecting me.  Maybe it was the locket Ryosuke gave me with the picture of us in it.  Nothing bad ever seemed to happen as long as I wore it.

A few days later, I finished my second last exam.  I felt so relieved.  My last exam was going to be the easiest of all because it was related to Japan.  I still wanted to study a bit for it, but at least I didn't have to study that hard this time.  The weather was getting even warmer still, so I dug out this cream-colored backless sun dress I'd been saving for summer.  It has a skirt and everything of course, but the top is just held up by this thin strand that runs around the back of my neck.  You can see my whole back.  I guess that's not that daring, but anyway, I thought it would be fun to see what kind of looks I got.  I didn't want to be too obvious though, so I wore a cardigan on top of my dress on the bus, but I took off the cardigan once I got to the library.  I was kind of disappointed though 'cause there wasn't much of anyone around.

I wanted to show off my dress though, so at lunch time, I went over to Satomi's dorm, and stood out in the middle of the quad gabbing with her for a while.  A couple of guys from her dorm came out, and I could tell they were kind of checking me out.  This big handsome guy came out, and waved at Satomi as he went by.

"Who's that?" I asked intrigued.

"Anton.  He's a med student who lives on my floor."  Satomi noticed me watching him walk away, and told me, "Unfortunately he's already got a girlfriend."

"Humph," I sniffed, maybe a little disappointed.  Well, anyway, I had Ryosuke.

After lunch, I went back to the library, and studied a bit more.  Maybe halfway through the afternoon, the elevator door opened, and surprise surprise, there was my secret admirer.  He looked different too, in shorts and a t-shirt all dressed for summer.  I guess his exams must be over, but perhaps he'd come back to see if he could find me again.  He glanced over in my direction, but quickly looked away, pretending he was looking for something.  He eventually went, and got some books, and then sat down right across from me.  It was really funny because he was trying so hard to pretend that he was reading when obviously the only reason he was there was to see me.

We sat there like that for the longest time, stealing glances at each other now and then.  I had wondered at first if he might try to start up a conversation ? we were the only ones there for heaven's sake ? but the longer I waited, the clearer it became that he didn't have the nerve.  I felt so weird that I couldn't study at all.  I finally got up, and went to the washroom.

I honestly didn't know what to do.  School was ending soon, so this would probably be the last time I would see him.  He might be back in September, but we both would probably have forgotten about each other by then.  Still I didn't want to go over, and talk to him either.  It would seem too forward, and in any case, I already had a boyfriend.  Maybe I should just tease him a bit more, and see what he does.  I couldn't very well take off my dress.  I lifted up my skirt to peek at my panties.  Hmm.  I wonder.

Quickly before I could change my mind, I slid my panties off, and stuffed them away in my bag.  I felt so naughty standing there pantiless... but what if this backfires?  Maybe I should just phone Ryosuke first, and tell him to come over.  I looked at my watch, but it was already getting late, near the supper time rush at the restaurant where he works, so he probably wouldn't be able to get away.  What am I doing anyway?  This is crazy.  I lifted up my skirt to take a peek at my pussy in the mirror.  I ran my fingers through my pubic hair, but by then I was getting too excited to stop.  I pushed my skirt back down as far as it would go, and then slowly walked over to the door.  I was already going half crazy with excitement.

I pushed the door open, and boldly stepped out trying to make it look like everything was normal.  I walked over to my chair, but I was too nervous to sit down so close to him.  He would be able to tell for sure.  I walked around behind him, and hurried up the stairs trying to get away.  He must have sensed that something was up, because he quickly got up, and followed me.  I bit my lip in embarrassment because I knew he would almost certainly notice I was going commando.  I tried to walk straight, but I couldn't seem to keep my hips from swinging side to side.  I could feel him watching me.  My pussy felt like it was on fire.

I hurried over to the copy machine pretending like I was going to copy something.  I glanced back at him, but he looked dumbfounded, like he absolutely couldn't understand why I was pantiless.  I turned back to the copier, getting out my copy card, and putting it into the slot.  I leaned forward ever so slightly giving him another peek at my bare bottom, but it was then I noticed there was someone else on this floor.  It was a young woman around our age, a librarian I guess, reshelving the books.  She was looking this way, so I quickly straightened back up, but then she started to come over.

"Emi, is that you?"

I stared straight ahead worried she'd seen my bare behind, and trying to remember where I'd seen her before.

"It's me, Becky.  Don't you remember?  From the research methods seminar."

Oh shoot!  She was in my department even.  I knew she looked familiar.  I brushed my skirt down as best I could, but it was terribly short.  My admirer was keeping his distance, but still eyeing my hips hoping I guess for another peek.

"Oh, Becky.  I didn't know you worked here," I replied trying to act normal.

"Just for the summer.  Hey, listen, I was just going to take my break.  Do you want to go downstairs, and grab a coffee?"

"Oh I wouldn't want to disturb you."  I glanced around, but I couldn't see where my fan had got to.

"Oh it's no bother.  Frankly, I'm bored silly.  Now that exams are almost over there's no one around."

"Um, OK, I guess.  Just let me get my books."  I gathered up my notebooks, and headed over to the stairs.  As I started down, I suddenly noticed my fan down below staring up at me again.  I pressed my dress down, but I could tell from the look on his face that he could see my pussy up the front of my skirt.  I stopped to think what to do, but Becky was right behind me.

"That's a beautiful dress," she said.  "Where did you get it?"

My face had gone all hot from the embarrassed, but I was just so buzzed by then.  I wasn't even thinking straight anymore.  I pinched the waist with my fingers wondering if I could get up the nerve to push this a bit farther.

"This?"  I was so nervous I was shaking, but I slowly tugged at the dress lifting up the skirt exposing my pussy.  "Oh I bought it in Japan last time I was back."

My admirer looked drunk, cross-eyed even, almost as if he was going to faint.

"It's awfully short though," Becky noted.  I guess I must have pulled it up a bit too far, and she'd caught a glimpse of my bare backside.  "What kind of panties do you wear with it?"

I wanted so much to show her, but the problem was I didn't really know her that well, and wasn't sure how she would react.

"Oh you know.  White cotton bikini briefs.  That sort of thing."  Once I was back on the third floor, I quickly leaned forward, and scooped up my books, giving my fan another little peek at my rump.  Unfortunately, I'd lost him by that point.  He was spacing out completely, lost in his own thoughts.  I scooted over to the elevator, and pressed the button, feeling almost as if I'd won somehow.  'No man can resist my charms,' I giggled to myself.

Becky and I got off at the first floor, but from there you have to take an escalator up to get to the cafeteria.  I motioned for Becky to go first, but half way up a guy got on behind me.  He seemed to be focused on something else at first, but my bare back caught his attention, and by the time I'd reached the top he was staring intently at my derriere.  In a way I was having fun, flashing these strangers, but I was worried too that someone might call the dean, and report me.

There weren't any students in the cafeteria kitchen, but there were a couple of Filipina women serving.  I was a bit hungry, so I walked over to the hot meal counter, and looked at what they had.  Becky was staring quite intently at my backside apparently having finally figured out I didn't have anything on under my dress.  After we'd bought our stuff and headed to the seating area, she sidled up next to me, trying to figure out what to say.

"Um, Emi..."

"Yes."

"I don't see any white cotton panties," she confided.  I glanced at her nervously trying to pretend I hadn't realized.  I reached up inside my skirt to feel my bare behind, and then opened my mouth wide feigning surprise.

"Oh no!  What have I done with them?"  I set the tray down, sat down on one of the chairs by the window, and started rifling through my bag for my panties.  I quickly found them, and showed them to her.  "Oh shoot.  I went swimming at the fitness center earlier, and I guess I must have forgotten to put them back on."

"You mean you've been walking around all day like that?"

I spread my legs wide giving her a good look at my pussy.

"I guess," I said still trying to act embarrassed.

"That guy back there on the third floor?  I think he was staring up your skirt," she told me.  As if I didn't already know.

"Oh no!  This is so embarrassing.  What should I do?  Do you think I should go back up there, and apologize?"  I realized of course that maybe I was pushing my innocent act a bit too far, but Becky, bless her heart, took me at face value.

"No, no, don't do that.  You'd better just put your panties back on, and pretend like nothing happened."

I nodded in agreement, but I was so excited by then, happy I guess that my secret was out.  Making out as if I were getting ready to pull on my panties, I coyly pulled up my skirt exposing my pussy and behind to the sun's warm rays.  Luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone on the side street out the window, but if there had been, they would have gotten quite a show.  All nervous now, I stepped into my panties, but realizing they were inside out, took them back off again.  Becky was franticly waving for me to hurry up, but my head was swimming with pleasurable feelings.  I finally pulled my panties back on, and straightened my skirt, and not a moment too soon.  My admirer had come down, and found us.  I sat straight up self-consciously fixing my hair still feeling quite aroused from my little show.

My fan came over, and sat across from me behind Becky, shamelessly peeking into my skirt, but he soon realized I had my panties back on.  I sat there chatting with Becky for a while, but then she had to go, so I walked with her back to the elevator.  My admirer followed us out, but I'd lost all my nerve.  I hid in the washroom, and gave Satomi a call for her to come get me.  She wondered of course what this was all about, but I just told her this guy had been following me.  I'm sure she had her suspicions, but anyway, all's well that ends well.

Emi Tsuruta
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