Miori's Dad's Kimono Shop
By Emi Tsuruta


A while ago, I told you about the summer matsuri (festival) my boyfriend Ryosuke took me to in Tokyo and how we met this girl Miori Tanaka, who was helping carry the omikoshi the same as me.  Her dad was one of the organizers of the festival, so she had got roped into helping out.  I got talking to her, and it turned out that she was going to the same high school as Ryosuke's brother, Keisuke.  Miori and I ended up hitting it off pretty well, and we've been keeping in pretty close touch ever since.

I guess that all happened right at the end of the summer.  I gave her a call a few days later to see if we could get together again before I came back to the States.  She's such a nice person really.  She sounded all excited when I called, like she was really looking forward to seeing me.  School had started by then, and she had to help out in her father's shop a lot, but she invited me to drop by some weekday after school.  She said that if I went up there soon, I would catch the tail end of the festival, because they still had things going on all that week.  My friend Debbie had already gone back to Oceanview, so I had some free time, and I wanted to go into Tokyo anyway to do some shopping, so the next day, I headed up that way.

Summer vacation may have been over, but the weather was still incredibly hot.  That morning, I just pulled on something light - a mini-skirt and a loose-fitting tank tee.  My mom always has a fit when I dress like that, but what was I supposed to do?  It was absolutely sweltering out.  Anyway, she said I should take a jacket for the train, so I went, and got my lacy white beach cover-up - sort of like a light cardigan - to wear over my tank top.  We went into town together to buy some wagashi, Japanese sweets, to give to the Tanakas for all their kindness.  My mom saw me off to the station, and I caught the train heading into Tokyo.

Miori had given me the address for her dad's shop, a clothing store on the eastern Shitamachi side of Tokyo.  Shitamachi has a special atmosphere.  There were all these old-fashioned tiled roof shops selling tea, dango (dumplings) or monjayaki (cabbage pancakes?).  It reminded me of something straight out of the Tora-san movies.  I just sort of browsed around the streets for a while, window-shopping, and then a couple of youngish guys came up, and asked me where I was going.  I showed them the address of Miori's father's shop, and they ended up taking me all the way there.  I thought that was really nice of them.  They apparently even knew who Miori was, and said she was quite famous in that neighborhood, the "kamban musume," the 'daughter that drew business to the store.'  I wondered if they were joking, but they seemed quite serious.  When we got there, they went into the shop, but soon came back out.

"It looks like she's not here," they told me looking disappointed.  There was a young man standing in front of the shop in a happi jacket with the store logo overheard.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked.

"Miori.  Miori Tanaka.  Does she work here?"

"Yeah, she does.  She hasn't come back from school yet."

My two guides looked disappointed.  They apologized, and then headed off somewhere.  At first, I thought they might be trying to pick me up, but I guess they were just being friendly.

The shop clerk looked vaguely familiar.  I guess I must have seen him at the festival.  He looked over at me, and then pointed down to a big aquarium tank sitting on the ground at his feet.

"Do you want to try?  While you wait I mean," he asked glancing down at my bare legs.  I fluffed down my skirt a bit nervously, but then looked down at the tank.  It was filled with little goldfish swimming this way and that.

"I... uh... I don't have anywhere to put them."

"We can just put them back then," he smiled.  "Still, at least give it a try.  We went, and got all these fish, but hardly anyone's given it a go today."  He held out a little net for me to use.  I took off my backpack and cardigan, took the net from him, and squatted down in front of the tank.

"I haven't done this for ages," I laughed.  Kingyo-sukui it's called in Japanese.  They used to have the same kind of thing at the festival in Kamakura when I was growing up.  I leaned forward, chasing after the little swimming fish.  It looks easy enough, but actually, somehow they always seem to know which way you are going to go, and swim in the opposite direction.

As I leaned this way and that, I could feel my breasts hanging down quite freely.  I looked down, and remembered I wasn't wearing a bra that day.  Usually, I do, but I swear that day, it was just so hot.  I looked up at the clerk, but he was just smiling at me in a good-natured way, seemingly quite pleased to get a little peek at my breasts.  I tried to ignore him, and concentrated on catching a fish.  As I bobbed, and weaved though, one of the straps on my tank top fell off my shoulder.  I could feel the hem of my neckline just barely clinging to my nipple on that side.  The fish I was after dashed away again, and I dove forward.  The clerk was staring at my breasts quite intently now, seemingly quite impressed.  I must have started blushing, but at first, I didn't fix my top.

Then, suddenly, Miori's dad, Mr. Tanaka came out.  I straightened up as fast as I could, and pulled my shoulder straps back up.  There was this long awkward silence.  He'd obviously caught a glimpse of my bare breasts too.

"Um, Ms. Tsuruta, was it?" he finally asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, that's wonderful.  Miori said you might drop by.  Thank you so much for all your help the other day."  He bowed a greeting, but as he came up, he glanced down at my breasts again.  I managed a weak smile, but I'm sure my face must have been beet red by then.  I felt so embarrassed.  I pulled on my cover-up, and did it up trying to cover up my nipples which were probably sticking through the thin material of my top by then.

"You've met Satoru, I see," he said nodding towards the goldfish clerk.  I nodded to him, but then glanced around looking for Miori.  Luckily, she was just down the street walking this way.  I was so relieved.  She ran over as soon as she saw me.

"Oh, Emi.  You made it.  That's wonderful.  I'm so glad you came.  We were all looking forward to seeing you.  Isn't that right, daddy?"

He cleared his throat uneasily.  I wondered what that was about.  They'd been talking about me.  I'd done some kind of embarrassing things at the matsuri.  I hope it's not about that.

"Anyway, come in.  Come in," Miori gushed happily.  "Come on upstairs.  I just want to get changed."  She was wearing a sailor suit uniform: navy blue pleated mini-skirt, white short-sleeved blouse with a blue collar, red scarf, white socks and black leather shoes.  I wasn't sure which school it was from, but the skirt seemed awfully short.  I used to think our school uniform was pretty bad, but this was even shorter still.  When she twirled to go inside, her skirt billowed up exposing her white cotton panties.  Satoru glanced down at them with a silly grin on his face.  Might he be after the boss's daughter?  That would be pretty funny.  She didn't seem to notice him at all.

The inside of the shop was packed to overflowing with traditional Japanese garments: kimonos, yukatas and happi jackets.  They had a whole bunch of different colors and patterns.  I stop to take a look, and Miori said,

"We can come back, and try some on later if you'd like.  First come, meet my mom."  Miori led me all the way to the back of the store, and then through this curtain into what seemed to be their house.  Her mother was there sitting on the tatami (straw mat floor) sipping a cup of tea.

"Mom, this is Emi, the girl I was telling you about from the matsuri."

I bowed a greeting, and handed her the wagashi (sweets) my mom and I had bought for them.

"Oh, thank you, Emi.  That's so sweet.  You shouldn't have.  Miori's been telling us so much about you."

I smiled, but I kept wondering what Miori was telling them.

Miori led me upstairs to her room.  On the stairs, I found myself staring up the back of her miniskirt.  Her lacy white panties were clinging tightly to her round little buttocks.

"That's an awfully short skirt," I noted, a bit embarrassed.  Even when I reached the top of the stairs, I could still see her panties as she bounced along.

"This?  Oh, this skirt isn't so bad.  Ever since the festival, Dad's been trying to get me to wear that same outfit again - the fundoshi (loincloth) and the happi jacket I mean."  She smiled, and I laughed, pretty sure she was joking.  Wearing a fundoshi that day was bad enough.  Having to wear it every day would be torture.

Soon her mom came upstairs with some tea, and we all sat down on the tatami around this low table.  She thanked me for my help the other day at the festival (not that I'd done much), and started asking about what it was like to go to university in the States.  Apparently, after I'd told Miori that's where I was, she'd started thinking about coming over too.  Her mom was worried though about how safe it was and whether she'd be able to get into a good school or not.  I started telling them about Oceanview U., where I study, but before I could really get into it, Miori's dad called up the stairs.

"Here I'll go see what he wants," her mom told us.  "But Miori, I guess you'd better get changed, and come down too.  I'm really sorry about this, Emi.  The store's been so busy today."

"That's alright.  Actually, I'd like to take a look around the store myself.  I don't have a yukata or anything like that."

Her mom smiled, and went downstairs.  Miori sighed.

"Sorry for all that.  My mom is such a worry wart."

"That's OK.  Mine too," I told her.  "Oceanview is a nice place I think."

She got up, slid open the closet door, and pulled out her happi jacket, showing it to me.  I laughed recalling my embarrassment at wearing the same sort of thing at the matsuri.

"Oh, by the way, I ran into some boys on the way here who said they knew you."

"E?" she said clearly surprised.  She turned her back to me, undid her skirt, and slid it off.  She seemed to be blushing a bit.  Was she embarrassed about the boys, or because she was getting undressed in front of me?  I glanced over at the open window, but she didn't seem too worried.  I guess it was just me, but I couldn't help wondering if someone might be peeping in.

"They brought me all the way to the store, and then went inside looking for you."

"Who could it be?" she mused, slipping off her panties.  She went out into the hall, and tossed her panties into the laundry hamper, and stood there a moment almost as if she wanted to show me what she looked like naked.  We'd all got a pretty good look at her body at the matsuri.  I know this is a horrible thing to say, but in the back of my mind, I honestly wondered if she was less innocent than she was trying to make out.  She seemed quite proud of her body.  She looked kind of kinky, standing there in just her white short-sleeved sailor top, I thought.  Her hips were a bit more slender than mine, but her buttocks cheeks curved way out at the back.  Her skin looked so smooth and soft, and the crack of her bottom went so deep it just sort of drew you in, made you wonder what was there in between.  I glanced over my shoulder at my own behind, wondering if I could compete.

I don't know why, but there was just something about the way she was undressing here right in front of me, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, that reminded me of me.  I guess in Japan, everyone expects you to be such a good girl all the time, but deep inside we all have these feelings.  We want to be free, to do the things we want to do.  I had no way of knowing for sure, but she seemed the same way.

"Anyway, you seem to be quite popular here."

She pulled off her blouse, and turned her back to me, so I could help undo her bra.  I felt a faint twinge of jealousy on seeing her naked.  She looked young, but she would obviously drive the boys crazy.  She threw the bra in the hamper, and went fishing in her closet for a pair of shorts to wear with the happi.  She found some light blue ones pulling them on, and finally glancing over at the window.

"Gosh, it's hot today," she exclaimed wiping sweat from her brow.  "If you want to take a shower..." she offered.

"No, I'm OK for now."

Her mom called up from downstairs.  It sounded like they needed help in the store after all.  Miori pulled on the happi jacket, and we headed down.  No bra, I thought.  I wonder if she noticed I don't have one on either.  Her mom looked relieved when we came down.

"Here, I'll go make supper," she told us, and disappeared off into the back.  Mr. Tanaka was talking to one group of customers, and Miori went over to help another.  I looked around at all the clothes on the walls and racks.  They had some beautiful kimonos, but they were so expensive.  I think my parents bought me a girl's kimono when I was young, but I hardly even remember what it looks like anymore.  I wonder if we still have it.  Soon, Miori came back, and saw me looking at the kimonos.

"Would you like to try one on?"

"Oh, I could never afford it."

"No, just for fun I mean.  Come on.  I'll help you put it on."  She started gathering up the under-robe, obi (wide silk belts), tabi (split-toe socks) and zori (slippers), and got me to choose the kimono I liked best.  I was worried about getting it all dirty, but she said it would be fine.  Her dad came back.

"Emi's going to buy a kimono?" he asked cheerfully.

"We're just going to try it on," Miori explained.  The changing booth was kind of small, so we went back up to her room.  I took off my skirt and blouse, but at first kept my panties on.  "You're not going to wear your panties, are you?" she asked surprised.

"Oh, yeah.  I guess you're not supposed to, are you?" I said peeling them off.  I vaguely remembered Ryosuke telling me something about panties being a western invention.  Apparently, in Japan, no one ever used to wear them.  Miori crouched down in front of me, and stared at my pussy.  On instinct, I covered it with my hand.

"What?"

"No, no.  I was just curious," she quipped, standing back up.  I laughed.  She was a funny girl.

Getting the kimono on was quite a struggle.  First you have to tie the under-robe closed using cotton belts, and then tie on the kimono on top of that with a big wide obi.  To do it right, the obi has to have a big bow at the back, almost like you are gift-wrapped or something.  Miori seemed pretty good at figuring it all out though.  I guess she'd worked in the store ever since she was little helping people try them on.  She even got out some hair pins, and helped me do up my hair in matomekami, a bun hairstyle that's supposed to show off the back of your neck.  In traditional Japan, the neck was considered one of the sexiest parts of a woman's body.

"How do I look?" I asked.

"Great!"

I looked at myself in her mirror, but it was kind of dark in her room.

"Can we go outside, and take a picture?" I asked.

"Sure."

I found it kind of hard to walk in the kimono.  It was wrapped so tightly around my calves, so I had to make these little mincing steps, like geishas do.  I felt almost like someone had bound my ankles together.  I got out my camera, and carried it and the zori sandals downstairs, and then put the sandals back on.  Miori's mom saw us, and said,

"Wow!  You look like a princess.  We should get you to model for our ads."

I laughed.  Miori led me out through the back storage room into their garden.  I handed her my camera, and she gave me a parasol to hold.  I tried my best to pose like a model, and Miori laughed.  Soon we heard noise from up above.  Some boys working on the second floor of the building behind us had noticed, and had all gathered around the window to watch.  I went to go back inside, but they yelled after us,

"Come back!  Come back!"

It seemed like we were quite popular all of a sudden.  I was still worried about messing up the kimono though, so we went back to the store to look for something else to try on.  I found some yukatas at the back of the store.  They seemed a lot more reasonably priced.

"Could I try one of these?  I might even be able to afford one."

"Sure, sure.  Whichever one you like."

I picked out a dark blue one with a lime green belt.  I took off the zori again, and followed Miori up to her room.  Miori started helping me undo the obi, but I could see the boys from earlier across the way looking in our window.

"Who are those boys anyway?" I asked nodding towards them.

"I don't know.  I guess they work there.  I think it's some kind of print shop.  The owner sometimes comes over here, and talks with my dad.  I don't really know them that well."

"You don't suppose they were spying on us earlier," I asked.

Miori's face went white.  She got me to move away from the window, and then peeked out at them.  They certainly looked to be all excited about something.  They came to the window pretty quick when we came out into the courtyard.  Maybe they'd been watching Miori and I get changed.  Miori yelled across at them,

"Shouldn't you boys be working?"

They all laughed, but finally, they moved away from the window.  Miori looked pretty upset.

"Don't worry.  They probably just noticed us when we went out there," I tried to reassure her.  I guess we really should have checked the windows more carefully, but she seemed so relaxed I thought it must be alright.  It was hard to know for sure, but they might well have seen us.  Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time.  My cousin Hideki and his friends had spied on me and Namie through their back window too.  You'd think at least on the second floor you'd be safe.  Anyway, we stayed away from the window while I got undressed.  Miori was sulking, but I told her I wasn't upset.  If anything, it was kind of exciting.

The yukata was much simpler to put on.  It's only one layer, and I think it's made of cotton not silk, so you don't have to be so careful with it.  Miori got me a fan and a pair of more informal zori to wear.  I sat down on the tatami, and took off the tabi (socks).

"Thanks," I said as she gathered up all the kimono stuff, and took it back downstairs.  As soon as I was ready, I followed her down.  Miori's mom smiled when she saw me.

"You look beautiful.  I don't think I've ever seen a customer who looked better in our yukata.  You should go out front, and show Satoru."

Miori was still putting all the stuff back, so I wandered up to the front of the store.  The yukata was definitely much cooler than the kimono, especially with no underwear on.  It would be nice to have one of these for the summer.  Satoru was still minding the fish aquarium.  He opened his eyes wide when he saw me, dumbstruck.  I fanned my face, blushing shyly.

"Wow!" he exclaimed.  I just smiled.  I was pleased I could get such a reaction.  "You look perfect - like a beauty from old Japan.  If you catch some goldfish like that, people will flock around for sure."

I just laughed, but soon Miori came to the door.

"Don't you think so, Miori?  We should hire her to join our staff."

Miori laughed too.  I got the feeling she didn't take Satoru so seriously.  He did have a bit of a goofy star-struck quality about him.  He held out a net, so I finally took it, and squatted down.

"I didn't catch any fish at all earlier," I told Miori.  If anything, the goldfish seemed to have gotten faster.  I rolled up my sleeves, and concentrated determined to catch at least one.  I almost had one too, but he slipped away at the last minute.  I looked up at Satoru, but he was staring down between my legs, a look of shock on his face.  I looked down to see my own pussy peeking out from between the folds of the yukata.  In my rush to catch a fish, I'd completely forgotten I wasn't wearing any panties.  I jumped up accidentally splashing Satoru in the face with the water from my net.

"What's wrong?" Miori said.  I guess she was standing too far back to see.  I looked around, but it looked like Satoru had been the only one to get a good look.

"Oh nothing," I said.  I bowed to Satoru, handed him the net, and hurried back inside.  My heart was pounding a mile a minute.  I swear I hadn't meant to flash him at all.  I've got to be more careful.

"What's wrong?" Miori asked again.

"Oh nothing. ... Maybe I'd better change into something else."

She followed me into the back of the shop.  I took a deep breath trying to calm down.  I checked their racks to see what else they had.  I was all confused.  What on earth did I go and do that for?  First I flash him my breasts and now my pussy.  What's gotten into me?  I could feel this cool dampness forming between my legs.  I'd better settle down here before I do something crazy.  In an effort to hide my excitement from Miori, I pulled a colorful red coat off the rack.

"What's this?" I asked.

"That's a dotera."

"Can I try it?"

"Sure."

We went back upstairs, but I couldn't calm down no matter what I did.  Miori went to the window to see if the peeping toms were still there, but I just stood there in the middle of the room undoing my yukata.

"What are you doing?" Miori panicked, pushing me off to the side away from the window.

"Oh sorry.  Right," I said pretending to have forgotten about our fan club out back.  Shielded now by the wall, I stripped off the yukata, and pulled on the dotera.  It was sort of a red white and green plaid with a black band around the collar.  The material was much thicker than a yukata with some kind of padding inside.  It hung down to my thighs, but the front was all open with just this little tie half way down.  I tied it up, but you could still see my pussy between the two sides.

"I guess you're really supposed to wear something else underneath," she laughed nodding down at my hairy bush.

"Like what?" I asked slipping my feet into the zori.  Actually, I was still kind of riding on a natural high.  I was so worked up I was already starting to wonder if I could go down like this.

"I don't know.  Like a yukata or rough kimono type thing.  Craftsmen used to wear dotera in the towns in winter to keep warm."

I walked over to the stairs, and peeked down.  I could hear Miori's father's voice way off at the front of the store, but it didn't sound like anyone else was around.

"Where are you going?" she squealed obviously alarmed that I was thinking of going downstairs dressed like this.

"Downstairs to find something that will go with it," I teased.  Before I lost my nerve, I dashed down the stairs with Miori calling after me to stop.  There didn't seem to be anyone around at the back of the shop.  I was kind of wondering if Satoru had come inside looking for me.  I guess Mr. Tanaka was making him stay by the fish tank out front.  It was too bad, because I kind of wanted to show this to someone.  Not flash them my pussy exactly, but just sort of tease them a bit.  Miori came down, and I whispered to her,

"Bring down my camera."

"What are you doing?"

"I just want to take one quick picture, alright?"  I held the corner of the hem against my pussy to show her how I planned to stay covered.  She looked at me sternly, but finally did as I asked, and ran back upstairs.  Despite my bravado, my heart was pounding a thousand miles a minute.  I cautiously went back past the kitchen where Mrs. Tanaka was cooking.

"What have you got on now?  A dotera!"

I blushed, embarrassed, but bowed a greeting.  There was a counter between me and her, but I was a bit worried that she could see my cleavage.

"I thought it looked interesting.  My family doesn't have one of these," I explained breathlessly.  I was getting so excited.  Miori came down, but she looked all jittery as we faced her mom.  I pulled her into the back room, and then gathered my nerve to go out.  I noticed a tub up against the far wall.

"What's that?"

"Our bath."

A strange place for a bath.

I finally opened the door, and stepped out into the sunshine.  The guys all gathered at the window again, so I quickly turned my back to them.  I was so aroused I thought I'd go crazy.  Miori came out, and looked up at them obviously quite worried.

"Hurry up, and take the picture!" I called to her all excited.  She looked really tense, but she slowly raised the camera.  Suddenly, I realized my hair was still up in a bun from when we put on the kimono.  "Hold on.  Let me fix my hair."  I reached up, and started pulling out the hair pins and comb.  The boys behind us went silent, and then I realized they must be straining to get a look at my rear end, which was now partly uncovered because I'd raised my arms so high.  Miori freaked out, and rushed forward.

"Leave your hair.  It's fine," she shouted, frantic.

"No, just a sec."  I carefully gathered my hair up into a ponytail, and then bent way forward.  I guess I knew this would give them a really good look at my bare behind, but I was just so excited by then I wasn't thinking straight anymore.  I finally got the elastic wrapped around my ponytail, and stood back up, but it was too late by then.  The boys were all pounding on the wall, and shouting,

"More!  More!  Show us your pussy!"

Soon though we heard this man's voice boom out from inside.

"What's all this ruckus?  Get back to work!"

The boys all disappeared back inside, and soon their boss came to the window.  "Oh, hi, Miori.  Sorry about that."  He looked down at me.  "Who's your friend?"

"This is Emi.  She was one of the mikoshi bearers at the festival."

"Oh, that's great."

I bowed as best I could without turning to face him.  I was so overwhelmed at what I'd just done, my mind had gone blank.

"Anyway, if my boys ever bother you, just let me know."

She bowed to him, and he went back inside.  I quickly got Miori to take my picture, and then I ran back inside, and got dressed.  I still don't know what got into me that day, but now that I think about it, it was kind of fun.  Miori didn't seem angry at me or anything either, so that was good.  I even ended up buying a yukata, some tabi, zori and a few other accessories from their shop, and I brought them back with me to the States.

I've got a whole bunch more stories to tell you about Miori and my yukata and stuff, but I guess I'd better save those for next time.  Hope everyone has a nice Christmas.

Emi Tsuruta
My web site:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/