Futoshi's Car
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to know more of the background to this post, please check out my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/


Right at the end of the summer last year, my boyfriend Ryosuke got a call from his friend Futoshi saying he was going back to Japan for a little while.  His older sister was having a baby, and his parents wanted him to be there.  Ryosuke asked Futoshi if we could borrow his car while he was gone, but at first he wasn't so keen.  Apparently, our other friend Kenta wanted to borrow it too, and Kenta did live right there in L.A. while we were all the way down here in Oceanview.  Anyway, the day before Futoshi was supposed to leave, Ryosuke and I grabbed a train down to Los Angeles to try to convince him to lend it to us.

Even though it's not that far from Oceanview, I've only been to Los Angeles a few times in all the years I've been living here.  It's a big city, and it always takes a while to figure out how to get anywhere, but there is a certain excitement to being there.  I lived in New York for a while when I was little, but Los Angeles has a completely different atmosphere, slower maybe, more Latin or something.  Anyway, we eventually found Futoshi's apartment.  Even though we told him we were coming, he acted surprised when he answered the door.

"I told you guys I don't know about the car."

"Relax.  We're just here to see you off."

Futoshi stared at us for a moment, and then laughed.

"You never give up, do you?" he chortled.

"No, no, that's not it at all," Ryosuke protested, but Futoshi was too smart to be fooled.  Anyway, he ended up inviting us in, and we sat down on the high stools at his bar, while he fixed us some drinks.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Um, do you have any Uron Tea?" I asked.

He bent down to look in the little fridge behind the counter.

"You're in luck.  I do."

Sitting up on the high stool, I could feel my jeans tight around my waist pinching my tummy a bit.  Ryosuke had kind of been pushing me to dress up a bit sexy in the hopes that this would help convince Futoshi to lend us his car.  Ryosuke wanted me to wear a skirt, but I ended up coming in perhaps the tightest pair of jeans I own.  This turned out to be a mistake because every time I bent over I could feel the waistband digging into my tummy.  While Futoshi was turned away, I undid the top button, and loosened the zipper a bit.  This felt much better, but I couldn't really sit here like this with my panties peeking out.

"Could I use your bathroom?" I asked.

"Yeah sure.  It's just in there."

I grabbed my bag, and scurried over to the bathroom.  Looking in the mirror, I realized I felt a bit sticky from the train ride here.

"Do you mind if I have a shower?" I called out.

"No, not at all.  Be my guest."

I pulled down my jeans, and stepped out, relieved to be out of them.  Soon though I realized I'd forgotten to bring a big bath towel with me.  I opened the door a crack, and peeked out looking for Futoshi.

"And could I borrow a towel maybe?  Sorry to bother you."

"That's alright.  I don't mind really."  He smiled as he came over this way on the way to get the towel.  I shielded my hips with the door, but he probably caught a brief glimpse of my panties as he passed.  Ryosuke came over, and gently pushed the door open.

"Don't you look sexy," he whispered to me gleefully.  Futoshi came back with the towel, but then he came into the bathroom too.

"Here just let me show you how to get it the right temperature," he said stepping into the tub.  I held the towel in front of me to hide my panties, but Ryosuke came up behind me, and put his hands on my waist.  Before I knew what was happening, he had started to pull down my panties.  Futoshi looked back this way, and then over toward the sink.  When I followed his gaze, I suddenly realized he was staring at the reflection of my bare bottom in the mirror.

"Out!  Out!  Both of you!  Moh!"  I grabbed Futoshi by the arm, pushed the two of them out, and shut the door behind them.  Quite the nerve they had stripping and spying on me like that.  Only when I was quite sure they had gone back to the living room did I strip naked, and get in the shower.  I know Ryosuke means well enough, but whenever he gets excited, he always starts pushing things.  I guess Futoshi was used to it, but still!  Before I'd finished showering, I heard the bathroom door open, and someone came in.  I pulled back the shower curtain, and peeked out.  It was Ryosuke gathering up my clothes.

"Futoshi has a washing machine, so I just thought I'd put these in."

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"The towel is right there."

I called after him, but it was too late.  He was gone.  Soon, I shut off the shower, and toweled off.  I wrapped the towel around me, and examined myself in the mirror.  The towel wasn't terribly big, but at least the most important parts were covered.  I still felt nervous though.  I wanted my clothes back, but there was nothing I could do now.  I took a deep breath, and then opened the door, hesitantly stepping out into the room.  Futoshi was still fiddling around behind the bar.  Ryosuke grinned when he saw me.  I double-checked the knot I'd tied next to my breast to make sure it was still secure, and then scooted over to the bar, nervously climbing up onto one of the stools.  The sunlight streaming in through Futoshi's floor-to-ceiling windows was so bright I had to squint to see.

"Your Uron tea is there on the counter," Futoshi pointed out.  He didn't seem overly bothered that I was sitting here in his living room, my hair still wet, in just a towel.  Ryosuke walked over to the window.

"Beautiful view out over the city.  Have you seen this, Emi?"

I picked up my drink, and walked over next to Ryosuke, staring out at the city.  There were a bunch of condos and tall office buildings just across the way.  L.A. was huge compared to Oceanview or Kamakura back home.  Ryosuke slid open the balcony door, and went out.

"Something else, huh?" he grinned back at me.  I smiled, and stepped up into the doorway.  He held out his hand, and I took it stepping out onto the balcony.  I glanced back nervously at Futoshi who'd come out to the door just behind us.  He looked away avoiding my gaze.  At first, I wasn't sure why, but when I looked back at Ryosuke, he was eyeing Futoshi suspiciously.  A gust of wind blew up from below, and I suddenly realized what had happened.  The breeze had been blowing my towel up, and Futoshi must have caught another glimpse of my bare behind.  I hurried to brush the towel back down, but Futoshi had already started to blush.

"You guys still haven't told me what Emi did to get Kenta so riled up the day he left for Japan," Ryosuke prodded obviously dying of curiosity.  I glanced over at Futoshi, but he was turning even redder.

"Nothing," I insisted, shaking my head.  It's a long story, but basically Kenta and Futoshi had stumbled in on me when I was sunbathing naked out on Kenta's balcony.  I'd made them promise not to tell, but later Futoshi let it slip that something had happened.  I'd denied everything, but Futoshi's blushing must have reminded Ryosuke of the whole thing.

"You were being a bad girl then too, weren't you?" Ryosuke grinned evilly.

"You know me.  I would never..."

The problem was that Ryosuke did know me.  He knew me too well in fact, and had probably already guessed what had happened.  His hand darted out grabbing my towel by the hem and pulling it up, exposing my naked pussy and rear.  I struggled to push it back down, but the knot at my breasts was starting to come loose, and soon he'd pulled it right off.

"Kyaaa!" I squealed, reaching around behind him to try to get the towel back.  I could feel the breeze all over my naked body now.  We were pretty far up from the street, but the people in the apartments across the way could probably see me, and Futoshi was standing right there staring away.  I kept struggling to snatch the towel back, but Ryosuke was killing himself laughing, all the while somehow managing to keep the towel just out of reach.  I looked over at Futoshi, but his eyes had glazed over with lust as he stared at my naked body.  I was getting more and more excited standing out here with practically the whole city looking on.  I finally managed to grab the towel away from Ryosuke, draping the towel over my front to cover my breasts and pussy.  I stuck out my tongue at Ryosuke, but he just laughed.

"What did you go and do that for?" I shouted, trying to hide how excited I'd become.

"Oh c'mon, Emi.  You waltz right out here in just a towel.  What did you expect?  I couldn't help myself."

I turned to Futoshi.

"And you... why didn't you help me?  You're as bad as he is," I pouted.  Not quite on purpose, I'd left my backside uncovered.  Ryosuke looked down at it, amused to see me flashing it at the whole street.  I finally pushed Futoshi aside, and stormed back inside, my whole body shaking like a leaf.  I hadn't really intended to end up naked out on Futoshi's balcony.  It had all been Ryosuke's fault.  But anyway, now that I had it was really hard to calm back down.  I grabbed my bag, stormed back into the bathroom, and shut the door, but my heart was still pounding in my chest.  Part of me wanted to go back out there naked again, just to see what they would do.  I knew I shouldn't though.  Futoshi probably thinks I'm weird enough as it is.  At least as things stood, it seemed like it was Ryosuke's fault.  I finally made up my mind, pulled a change of clothes out of my bag, and got dressed.

I pulled on a pair of looser jeans, and then squeezed my breasts into my bra, and pulled on a different blouse.  Once I looked more or less decent again, I came back out.  Ryosuke smirked at me, but Futoshi still looked a bit bemused.

"So what's there to do around here?" I asked trying to get them thinking about something else.

"I don't know.  What do you want to do?" Futoshi asked still looking at me funny.

"I want to go shopping.  Are there any big malls near here?"

"There's Century City on Santa Monica.  It's not too far."

"OK, let's go there."

We drove there, and slowly we all managed to calm back down.  Futoshi took us to this sushi restaurant where we had supper.  The two of them followed me around as I checked out the Gap and Benetton, and eventually we came to a Victoria's Secret store.  I wanted to get some new sleepwear, so I pulled Ryosuke in, while Futoshi waited outside.  At first, I was just thinking of buying some sweatpants and a hoodie, but Ryosuke tugged me over to the baby doll section.  I already had a couple of baby dolls, but Ryosuke kept holding up these ultra sexy ones, saying I should try them on.  They all seemed to be open at the front or see-through, but I finally found a black one that seemed not too bad.  Ryosuke followed me right into the dressing room.  Luckily, I think the staff didn't notice.  Unfortunately, once I'd got it on, I realized it was see-through too just like the rest.

"Here take off your panties," Ryosuke instructed reaching forward to help.  I did as he asked, but now the baby doll looked positively indecent.  You could see everything.  He motioned for me to twirl around, so I did.  The material was so light I might as well be wearing nothing at all.

"What do you think?" Ryosuke asked grinning.  I shyly covered my pussy with my hand.  "I'll buy it for you if you go out there just like that, and show Futoshi."

"No way!" I retorted, horrified at the suggestion.

"Well, anyway, promise me you'll wear it tonight."

"Buy me some panties to go with it," I pouted.  He reached out with his hand, and slid his hands between my legs.

"You look fine just like that," he teased.  I twisted my hips trying to get away, but he'd found my pleasure spot.

"Aaa!  Ryosuke, don't!  Not here!"  Both of us were getting in the mood, but unfortunately, Futoshi was still out there waiting.  I pulled the baby doll off over my head, and stood there naked while Ryosuke continued to touch me.  If we had just a few more minutes, I swear we could have...

Anyway, once I was back dressed, Ryosuke took the baby doll out, and paid for it.  I was grateful.  Even though it was something I probably wouldn't buy for myself, I was happy to have nightwear that I knew he liked.

We looked around a bit more, and then rented some Japanese DVD's on the way home.  One of them was a movie I hadn't seen before called Kamikaze Girls about this Japanese girl who likes to dress up in frilly old French dresses.  I hadn't seen any Japanese movies for a while, so it reminded me a lot of home.  By the time the movie ended, it was getting late.  The room was all dark save for the flicker of the TV and the lights from outside.  Ryosuke stared over longingly at the car keys on the table, but Futoshi kept peering over at me.

"Do you want to watch another one?" he asked.

"K," I said standing up.  "Go ahead.  I'll be back in a sec," I said, my voice trailing off as I dashed off to the bathroom.  Once safe inside, I opened the Victoria's Secret box, and held up the sheer lace nightie.  I wasn't really sure if I could get away with this, but maybe it was dark enough that Futoshi wouldn't notice.  I stripped, and tried it on, but in the strong light of the bathroom, it was all too clear I was naked underneath.  The hem was barely long enough to cover what needed to be covered.  'Derriere skimming length' the store ad had said.  I flicked off the lights, took a deep breath, and slowly crept back out into the living room.  Futoshi looked up when I came in, but soon his eyes drifted back to the TV.

'Thank heavens,' I sighed to myself.  Either it was too dark to tell, or he was too sleepy to notice.  Even so, shivers ran up my spine, as I sat my bare bottom down on the plush throw rug.  I shifted my rump back between Ryosuke's feet, hiding my body with his legs as he sat behind me on the couch.  I pulled the front of my nightie down to cover up my pussy, but Futoshi's eyes stayed fixed on the TV.  Maybe this would be alright.  Ryosuke gently ran his fingers through the hair on my head.

"What are you going to do about the car?" he asked softly.  Futoshi looked over this way, and I tensed.  I held my arm up to hide my nipples which were by now quite erect.

"I don't know," he shrugged, and turned back to the TV.  Ryosuke started massaging my bare shoulders, working his thumbs in, trying to get me to relax.  I was all too aware of my near nudity to relax though.  To make matters worse, Ryosuke brushed my straps aside making them fall down my shoulders revealing even more of my cleavage.  Then suddenly out of the blue, he asked,

"Emi, could you fetch my daybook over there?"  He pointed to where it was sitting on the floor next to the TV.  I looked back up at him horrified.  I was proud of myself for having found this little niche between his legs to hide in, and now he wanted me to get up.  I shook my head no, but he kept motioning for me to go ahead.  I looked over at Futoshi, but his eyes were still on the TV.  I knew I shouldn't listen to Ryosuke.  I knew I should just stay here, tell him to get it himself, but for some reason, I just ignored that feeling, and slowly got up onto all fours.  I crawled forward, but even without looking I could tell the hem was way too short to cover my bare bottom, stuck up in the air as it was.  When I looked back over my shoulder at Futoshi, he was sitting up straight as a ramrod, wide awake now, his eyes locked on my exposed hind end.  I wiggled my behind as I padded forward, starting to lose it myself.  My behind still in the air, I held up the daybook.

"Is this it?" I purred innocently, trying to pretend I didn't know the effect I was having on the two of them.  Ryosuke was still sitting back, but Futoshi was on the edge of his seat trying now to hide his mounting hard-on.

"Oh, no!" I squealed, coyly pretending I'd only just realized I was pantiless.  "You didn't see anything, did you?" I asked, finally covering my bottom with the book.  Futoshi stood up, and turned his back to me still trying to hide his erection.

"I uh... no, yeah, no.  I didn't see anything," he blurted out, clearly not himself.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I rushed to apologize.  I honestly hadn't meant to embarrass him so.

"Anyway, I guess I'm going to go to bed," he told us, stumbling off to his bedroom all in a fluster.  I crawled back to Ryosuke, leaning onto his lap.  I couldn't stop smiling.

"Is he alright?" I asked, giggling.

"Yeah, yeah, he'll be fine," he whispered back.  We listened for a while wondering what he was doing.  He'd always seemed so calm before.  Neither of us knew quite what to make of it.  Eventually he came back out, and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Are you alright?" I asked, getting up.  He didn't look at me, but went straight in, mumbled,

"Yeah," and then closed the door.  Ryosuke and I looked at each, not knowing quite what to make of the situation.

"Don't worry about him.  He'll be fine," Ryosuke smiled, shifting his gaze from my eyes down to my bare behind.  I came back, and sat down next to him, trying to hide my private places.  Ryosuke wrapped his arm around me, but soon, Futoshi came back out, and spread out a couple of futons for us to sleep on.  He carefully avoided looking at me, eventually said,

"Good night," and disappeared back off to his room.  Ryosuke and I watched the movie a bit more, but eventually shut it off, and lay down on the futons.  I lay face down looking over at Ryosuke in the dim light.  He gave me a gentle kiss, slowly pulling up my nightie as he did so, exposing my rear.  Soon something behind me caught his eye.

"What is it?" I asked, a bit afraid.  He nodded toward the window, and across the way we could see this American couple, maybe around 30 or so, standing in their window looking this way.  I pulled my nightie back down to cover my rear, but you could tell from the way they were grinning that they could see us.  We turned out all the lights, but light was shining in from the moon and the buildings across the way.  Ryosuke eyed the window, but there didn't seem to be any curtains.  We just lay there for a while, my heart pounding in my chest as we wondered what to do.  Eventually, the lights went out in the room across the way, and we couldn't see the couple anymore.  It was hard to tell if they'd gone to sleep, or had just turned out the lights so they could see us better.

I was thinking we should just tuck in, and go to sleep, but Ryosuke's eyes were still twinkling in the dark as he gazed over at me.  He nuzzled up against me, and we started kissing again.  I guess I was a little excited too, and soon, we were getting into it a bit more, touching each other, getting all heated up.  He started pulling up my nightie again, and I didn't resist, even though I was still worried that that other couple might still be watching.  I was getting more and more in the mood though, and soon I didn't care.  Ryosuke pulled my nightie right off, and I lay there naked in the moonlight smiling shyly up at him.  It was a really romantic atmosphere, and I was excited being away from home, but soon something happened that caught us off guard.  The phone rang.

We were both so far gone it took us a moment before we realized what was happening.  Futoshi stumbled out of his bedroom, and flicked on the light.  Ryosuke quickly rolled off of me, but there I was lying buck naked in the middle of the room, blinking under the bright light.  Futoshi's eyes slowly focused in on me as he picked up the phone.  I tensed, unsure what to do.  I guess I should have covered up, but everything was happening so fast.

"Hello," Futoshi said into the phone, still staring over at me as I sat up, and looked around for my nightie.  Ryosuke must have tossed it off into a corner somewhere because I couldn't see it anywhere.  I finally covered my breasts and pussy with my hands, eyeing Futoshi edgily as he examined me up and down.

"Hello, hello," he repeated.  Whoever it was wasn't talking.  I turned, and peered out at the window across the way.  Did that American couple somehow know Futoshi's number?  Feeling hopelessly exposed now, I stood up, and went over to get my bag.  Futoshi's eyes followed me across the room.  Ryosuke finally fished out my nightie from under the futon, and threw it over to me.  I turned my back to Futoshi and the window, as I struggled to straighten out the nightie, so I could pull it on.

"Don't look!" I squealed, my face burning hot with embarrassment.  Futoshi glanced back at Ryosuke, but he just had this silly smirk on his face, not objecting at all to Futoshi's staring.  Futoshi went back to ogling my uncovered rear.  Even after I got the nightie back on, he continued to stare at me, obviously quite able to see how see-through it was.  My pussy felt like it was on fire, but I finally went over, and shut off the lights.

"Who was it on the phone?" I asked rubbing my eyes trying to hide how excited I'd become.

"I don't know.  There was just silence."

I looked out across the way, and I thought I could make out the couple from earlier still sitting there by the window, laughing no doubt.  Eventually, things settled down, and Futoshi went back to bed.  Ryosuke and I were both still pretty worked up, but I finally convinced him to save it for another day.

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