Going to school naked
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.org/~emitsuruta/

I guess this all started after my boyfriend Ryosuke and I went back to Japan for a few weeks at the end of the summer a while back.  One night, we were up near his parents' house in Tokyo, and we stopped in at this convenience store to buy some drinks and munchies and stuff.  I was staring into the drink cooler trying to decide what to buy, when Ryosuke calls me over, and points out these two girls who'd just come into the store.  They must have been like high school age.  It was really hot out, so one of the girls was just wearing this t-shirt that went part way down her thighs.  I shot him an angry look, but he goes like,

"No, no, that's the style here now.  I think you'd look good like that."

These girls were all giggly and jumping all around, and the next thing you know, the t-shirt girl bends over, and you can see the panties she had on under her shirt.  I pulled Ryosuke away, but I swear he didn't stop talking about it after that.

I didn't think much about it for the rest of the trip, but when we got back to the States, I did end up looking around the clothing stores to see if they had any long t-shirts like that.  I tried all the brand shops and department stores in Oceanview, but I swear American t-shirts all seem to be so short.  I couldn't find any t-shirt dresses anywhere although they must have them somewhere.  In the end, I finally ended up ordering one online.

One kind of funny thing that happened during these shopping trips was when my friend Satomi and I went to this American clothing brand chain called Hollister.  I don't know if you've been there, but it's supposed to be like SoCal surf fashion.  (None of the surfers I know in Oceanview dress like that, but anyway...).  I was looking around for long t-shirts and stuff, when I finally found one I wanted to try on.  I went looking for their change rooms, but when I found them, I noticed this sign just outside - Clothing Optional Beyond This Point, California State Beaches.  I thought that was so funny, so I called Satomi over, and showed her.  I hadn't really thought about it before, but I guess on Oceanview's nude beach, they have signs like that telling people where they can and can't get naked.  Seeing the sign here gave me an idea.

"Satomi, here.  Can you take a picture of me next to the sign?"  I got my camera out of my bag, and handed it to her, but she looked a bit puzzled when I disappeared into the change booth.  All excited now, I quickly stripped off all of my clothes, but then pulled my shoes back on.  All naked now, I peeked out from behind the curtain, trying to tell if anyone else was around.  Satomi looked a bit distressed, not sure if I was serious or not, but I waited until it looked like the coast was clear, and then came out - stark naked - and stood next to the sign.  Satomi was appalled of course.  Anyone could walk by at any moment, but the way I figured the sign was right there!  I wasn't doing anything wrong!

I licked my lips as Satomi reluctantly started taking my picture.  I tried to give the camera my sultriest look, and then I turned, and tilted my body, so she could see my rear.  Unfortunately, I think I heard someone coming this way, so I dashed back into the stall before they could see me.  Satomi razzed me about my foolishness for the next little while, but I think actually, she is getting used to my ways, and let it go eventually.

When my mail order t-shirt dress finally arrived in the mail, I tried it on.  It fit nicely enough, but was a bit on the short side, so I mainly only wore it around my room to stay comfortable in the hot weather.  I guess I must have mentioned it to Ryosuke though because one evening, when Loretta and her kids were out, he came over, and asked me to model it for him.  I went upstairs to try it on, but it actually seemed to have shrunk in the laundry since I'd bought it.  No matter how I pulled and tugged, I couldn't seem to get it to stay covering my panties.

"Here.  Are you changed yet?" Ryosuke asked, coming upstairs to check on me.  I give the t-shirt one last mighty pull, and then turned to face him, as he came into my room.

"Oh, you look great.  That's gorgeous."

I blushed, acutely aware that he could probably see my panties.  I'll have to see if I can find a longer t-shirt.

Anyway, we had supper, and then watched some TV.  Later though, maybe around ten o'clock, he says he wants to go to the DVD store to take back some movies we'd rented.  I was like 'fine, see you later,' but then he says no, he wants me to come with him.  I went to get changed, but he says I should go like that.

"It's not that cold out," he says as if that's the problem.

"I guess not, but anyway, I don't want anyone getting a peek at my panties," I told him remembering the school girl we saw in Japan.

"Then don't wear them," he says calmly with a dead serious look in his eyes.

I was like 'you've got to be kidding me.'  The t-shirt was bad enough with my panties on, and would be even worse without.  I nervously tried to laugh off the whole idea, but he kept on saying he was serious.  I tried to resist - I honestly did, but then he came over, and held me as he pulled down my panties, taking them right off.

Peeved but also maybe a bit excited, I examined my outfit in the full-length mirror we have by the front door.  If I'd looked a tad indecent before, now I looked positively obscene.  I guess the t-shirt was more or less covering my pubic hair, but in the back you could clearly see the curve of my rear and buttocks cheeks peeking out.   I struggled to stretch the hem down, but every time I let go, it would just pop back up.

"You look fine," he reassured me.  "As long as you're careful, no one will be able to tell."

I wasn't convinced at all, but eventually, after arguing it back and forth for quite a while, I reluctantly nodded that I was willing to at least take a peek outside to see how it looked.  I was quite afraid, but he took my hand leading me out the front door.  Luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone on the street.  Still the feeling of the cool night air between my legs was tickling me, and getting me quite excited.  I held the t-shirt down as best I could, as Ryosuke dragged me down the dark street.

"Here.  Just let it go for heaven's sakes.  You look even more suspicious like that."

I grimaced at him, embarrassed, but he just kept telling me that the best thing to do was pretend like nothing was wrong.  That was easy enough to say, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.  My hello kitty was buzzing like crazy, and I was definitely getting wet.

Unfortunately, once we got closer to the video store, we passed a few men and boys coming from the direction of the bus stop.  As they came closer, they would peered down curiously at my bare thighs, and then as we passed them turn around to check out my bare behind which was peeking out from under the hem of my t-shirt.  To make matters worse, my breasts had swollen up from the excitement of these guys watching me, pulling the hemline of my t-shirt up even further.  My whole body was quivering from the fear, excitement and cool night air.

"Come on.  If you act all embarrassed like that, they're bound to figure something is up.  Just pretend like nothing's wrong."

That's easy for him to say.  He's not walking around half-naked.  I hope I don't meet anyone I know.

We finally made it to the store, and went in.  It's actually a large book store with a video section in one corner.  I could see my own reflection in the glass door.  Realizing the hem was just barely covering my pubis, I felt this fresh wave of embarrassment wash over me.  Oh please Ryosuke, hurry up, so we can go back home.

"I'll take the videos back," Ryosuke said.  "Can you find me the latest issue of HVM Magazine?"

I just looked at him blankly, my cheeks all warm from embarrassment.

"You do know HVM Magazine?" he asked somewhat edgily.  I had seen it lying around his room.  It was a men's magazine.

"Yes, but I don't know where they keep it."

"I don't know either.  Just take a look around.  Might be in the adult section, or up on the second floor," he said, and headed off to the video corner.  My eyes widened in horror.  The stairway was right in the center of the store.  Even in a short skirt, I wouldn't want to climb those stairs much less the way I'm dressed now.  If it was up on the second floor, I'd just have to ask him to get it.

I started looking around on the first floor.  I found the adult magazines, but there were a few guys standing around reading.  They glanced over at me, and I looked away, but my heart was pounding in my chest.  I looked all around, and then finally I found HVM back near the place where I'd first started looking.  I missed it because they were all wrapped up lying on the ground.  The next problem though was how to get it.  I couldn't very well bend over in this short shirt with all these guys hovering nearby.  I just stood there frozen for the longest time wondering what to do.

Eventually, one of the boys on staff spotted me, and came over.

"Can I help you, miss?" he asked sincerely, evidently unaware that I was pantiless.

"My boyfriend wants a copy of that magazine," I gestured, too embarrassed to even speak its name.  The boy knelt down in front of me, and tore open the brown wrapping to get one out for me.  As he glanced up, his eyes focused in on my pussy, just a few short inches from his face.  I just stood there, helpless, doing my best to pretend that nothing was wrong, but I could tell from the look on his face that my secret was out.  I don't know why, but I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter by the second, turned on by the whole situation despite myself.

"Um, miss..." he started, about to tell me what I already knew.  I seized the moment to wrest the magazine from his hands, and sped away towards the front of the store to find Ryosuke.

"Thanks," I called back, shyly.  He was still stuck there, transfixed, unable to believe that I was walking around in just this short tee.

Ryosuke finally reappeared from the video corner.  Apparently, he'd been watching me from afar, and seemed quite happy with the way I'd flashed that poor stock boy.  My presence though was starting to cause quite the stir, so Ryosuke quickly bought his magazine, and we left.  On the way home, I held his hand tight, and stared deep into his eyes letting him know what I wanted to do when we got home.

Anyway, after that, I settled back down for the next little while, trying to focus on other things.  Then there came this one morning in the heat of summer.  I was sleeping peacefully in bed, when my host mom Loretta called up the stairs,

"Emi!  If you don't get up soon, you're going to be late for school!"

Oh dear.  Is it morning already?  The sun was up, and I could feel a cool breeze blowing in on my face.  The weather had been hot out for a while, so I must have left the window open when I went to sleep.  I sat up, and looked out into the backyard.  It was all misty out.  It wasn't raining, but the breeze had that fresh scent of spring after the terrible heat of the last few days.  I glanced at the clock.  It was already past 8.  Shoot!  Loretta was right.  If I didn't hurry, I'd end up being late for my anthro tutorial.

Not that that would be the end of the world, mind you.  It was near the end of term, likely to be review, and in any case, I could get the notes off my friend Satomi.  I didn't want Loretta to think I was slacking off though, so I went across to brush my teeth, and wash my face before going down to join them for breakfast.  Loretta had made some pancakes, but perhaps they were running late too because her son Brandon was just wolfing them down.

"Would you like a ride to the bus stop?" Loretta asked me as they finished up.

"No, I'm fine, thanks.  You guys go on ahead."

Loretta herded her kids towards the door.  Brandon stuck his tongue out at me, just before they left.  Peace and quiet at last.  Looking out the front window, I realized that the fog was all over.  It was like cotton batting, almost as if the clouds had come down from the sky, and settled on the ground.  It doesn't get foggy all that often in Oceanview.  This was probably the thickest fog I'd seen since moving here.

Eventually, I went back upstairs, stripped out of my clothes, and had a shower.  I tried to remember what all I had to do that day.  I could pick up the anthro notes from Satomi at lunch, and then there was comparative lit in the afternoon and cinema studies in the evening.  I had to hand in an essay for comp lit, so I'll have to print that up at the library first.  Anything else?

Getting out of the shower, I grabbed a towel, and dried myself off before traipsing back to my room to decide what to wear to school.  I pulled a blue summer dress out of the closet, and laid it out on my bed.  Next, I got out a lacey white bra and panties, and put them next to the dress.  Smart yet feminine, I told myself.  Just to add a touch of style, I wrapped a simple black leather choker around my neck, and modeled it in the mirror.  There wasn't anything particularly kinky about the choker itself, but standing there naked the way I was, my round breasts still glistening from the water of my shower, it did make me look a bit like a dominatrix from one of those bondage clubs.  Oh my!  I shook my head to clear it.  How did that image pop into my head?  Anyway, no time for that now.  I'd better get ready.

Leaving my clothes there for the moment, I began to gather up my laptop and books, and pack them all into my backpack.  What else do I need?  Ah yes.  My sandals are downstairs.  Draping my dress and undies across my arm, I picked up my backpack, and quietly tiptoed downstairs, getting a little thrill from coming down into the living room naked.  When I first moved here, I would never have had the nerve to roam around the house naked, but lately I'd become quite willing to take the chance.  I set down my backpack and clothes, pulled out my sandals, and sat my bare bottom down on the stairs to buckle them on.  Standing up, I gazed at my naked body in the mirror.  There was something a bit kinky about being dressed in just sandals and a choker, but I didn't look bad at all if I do say so.  My nipples were a tinge of cherry red, and my breasts had swollen out to a respectable size from the excitement.  I gently dabbed at my pussy with my fingertips shuddering as I struggled to maintain control of my escalating feelings.

I peered out the window at the fog.  Is that what's getting me so excited?  You couldn't see far.  I hadn't really seen fog this thick before, not in California at least, and it was giving me ideas.  Curious, I placed my hand on the door handle debating if I should open it.  Loretta and them were all gone, and even in the sunlight, the fog seemed to be acting as a kind of cover.  I slowly pulled the door open, peering out from behind it towards the street.  I could see our porch clear enough, but our lawn was already kind of blurry from all the mist.  There was a fresh wet smell to the air, much cooler than it had been.  I cautiously stepped out from behind the door revealing my naked body to the street, testing to see what would happen.

It was still pretty calm.  I could hear the sounds of cars driving by on the main street further up.  Getting more courageous now, I stuck my head out the door peering off into the mist seeing if I could see the cars.  With all this white mist, our whole street was one big blur.  Wow!  This is kind of cool actually.  If I can't see the other houses, that must mean they can't see me either.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out onto the porch, quite nervous to be outside naked, but also vaguely intoxicated at the thought that no one could see me.  Quickly, before I lost my nerve, I went back inside, and stuffed my clothes into my backpack, and slung it over my back.  I wasn't really sure what I was going to do, but it had always been a dream of mine to go to school naked.

Once outside, I shut down the door, and turned to lock it with my key.  My heart was beating away like crazy in my chest.  Here I was out in front of my house - in broad daylight no less - stark naked.  My breasts rose and fell as I struggled to catch my breath.  My hello kitty felt like it was on fire.  What on earth am I doing out here?  Sure, the fog makes it hard to see, but if anyone came close enough, they'd realize I was naked right away.  I could see my own naked body quite clearly in the bright sunlight and even the grass and streetlights further away.  I arched my back, and cupped my buttocks, a bit frightened but terribly aroused.  I squinted out into the fog trying to tell if anyone else was on the street.  It must be past 8, so you would expect people to be heading to school or work, but I couldn't really see much movement through the thick mist.

Quickly, before I lost my nerve, I gently padded down the steps, and made my way towards the sidewalk.  I could still hear the dull roar of traffic going by down at the end of our street, but still no sign of anyone close by.  How far do I want to take this?  There was a bus stop further up north away from the traffic, but dare I risk it?  What if there is someone else up at the stop?

Still, fretting away, I made my way in that direction, scanning the houses on both sides for any sign of life.  I guess our street was pretty quiet most of the time, but then again this was the first time, I'd ever come out this far naked.  My common sense was screaming for me to get dressed, but unbidden, my feet continued to carry me forward further and further from home.  I began to fantasize about getting on the bus naked, but I knew that that would be a bit much.

Another problem was that the fog now seemed to be breaking up.  I continued along as far as I could, but more and more I could see the houses coming into clearer focus.  I couldn't see anyone in the windows, but even so, this was clearly not good.  I sprinted that last few hundred yards to the bus shelter.  Luckily, there was no one there, but my whole body was shaking as I grabbed my blue dress out of my backpack, and pulled it on.  Oh god!  That was crazy.  I swear I have to stop doing these things.

I finally made it to class, but I swear that whole day I was in a complete daze remembering my little escapade from the morning.  Wow!  That was something else.  I'd have loved to try something like that again, but unfortunately, we haven't really any foggy days like that since.  Ah well.  Maybe someday.

Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/
