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 Swimming By Emi Tsuruta
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   So I'd been back home in Japan for while, living with my parents,
looking for work.  I'd visited some companies, and done some interviews,
but after that, I decided to take a break.  In Kamakura, they'd built this
new outdoor pool complex down by the beach, so I went down to check it out.
It was so big.  It had one 50 yard pool, one 25 yard pool and two smaller
pools for kids.  It was all quite new, but they hadn't built real change
rooms yet.  All they had was this makeshift hut with tarps for walls. 
Anyway, I quickly changed into my swimsuit, the navy racing one-piece I
used to wear in high school, and came back out.
   There weren't that many people there that day - a few housewives, older
people and one girl my age.  She apparently recognized me from somewhere.
Her name was Hana.  She had this goofy bubbliness about her, sort of like
the American actress Zooey Deschanel if you know who that is.
   I dove into the 50 yard pool, and did some laps.  When I was in the
States, I swam all the time, but I hadn't really got a chance to swim since
I came back to Japan.  It felt good to dive in, feel the water on my body
under the warm summer sun.  I felt alive, invigorated.  I'd missed it.
   I swam around for quite a while, but eventually, it got near closing
time, so I got out, and went back to the change room.  Hana followed me in,
cheerfully telling me about all the different places she swims at.
   I wanted to wash off, so I left her in the change room part, and ducked
into the shower area.  The booths were just flimsy tarps hung on wooden
frames with a shower head nailed to one of the beams.  I stripped naked,
and got in, but Hana came over, still talking to me.  I was a bit
surprised. In change rooms in the States, the American girls tend to give
you your space.  I wasn't offended by Hana though.  It was kind of
refreshing that she didn't seem fazed by my nudity.
   "What beach do you like?" I asked.
   "Enoshima I guess, but sometimes I go to Yuigahama or Oiso or even Izu
Shirahama.  Wherever the waves beckon," she laughed.  She was actually
pretty funny.  She reminded me a bit of my high school friend Michiyo. 
Hana and I hit it off so well that we ended up exchanging phone numbers,
and made plans to go to Enoshima on the weekend.  I was glad to have found
a new friend.
   The next couple days, I was out knocking on doors again, but then on
Saturday, I woke up, all excited, looking forward to going to the beach.  I
wanted to wear a different swimsuit, so I sifted through the parcels I'd
sent over from California.  I found my red and white bikini with the side
ties.  I think it's one of my more decent swimsuits, although I guess it's
sexy that you just tug on a bow to untie it.  I should take a cover up too.
My Body Glove t-shirt is one of the longer ones I have, so I grabbed that,
and took them down with me to the bath.
   After my shower, I tied my bikini on.  It still fit okay, although it
was a bit snugger than I remember.  I checked my reflection in the mirror.
It covered my pubic hair at the front, and didn't look too indecent from
the back.  I pulled on the t-shirt, checking the hem in the mirror.  I look
downright respectable, I thought.
   Happy with my outfit, I nipped out to the dining room to grab a slice of
toast.  My sister's British fianc?, Evan, was sitting right there.  He's
tall, dark-haired and fairly handsome, but a bit reserved.  He's staying
with us while they work on their new apartment.  I'd met him a few times on
my trips back, but I actually don't know him all that well.  He seems nice
enough from what I know of him.
   I gave him a bashful smile, wondering what he thought of me coming out
here in a t-shirt.  My mom made sure I dress modestly when he was around,
so I think this was the first time he'd seen my bare legs since I got back.
A bit self-conscious, I turned my back to him while I talked to my mom. 
His eyes drifted down to my bare thighs, but he didn't seem too
scandalized. My mom didn't like it though, and chased me out of the
kitchen, yelling for me to go get dressed.  To please her, I ran upstairs,
and pulled on some fleecy grey workout pants just to wear for the drive
there.
   It's just a short drive to Enoshima, but it took a while to find a place
to park.  There were so many people there that day.  It was warm out, but
there was the odd cloud.  I finally got parked, and went looking for Hana.
She was close to the bridge, chatting with these three other boys: Masashi,
Nobuo and Toshi.
   They were young, bright-eyed and kind of cute.  Masashi reminds me of a
puppy dog, so eager to please, hanging on my every word.  Nobuo is more
self-confident and funny, but teased his friends mercilessly.  Toshi didn't
have much of a tan.  He seemed more serious, and is really into music. 
They watched fascinated as I pulled off my track pants and t-shirt right
there in front of them.  They didn't say anything, but I definitely had
their attention.
   I actually wanted to go in swimming, but Masashi wanted to talk, asking
me where I was from and if I lived nearby.  While I answered, Nobuo edged
around to my side, sneaking a peek at my bottom I guess.  Self-conscious, I
checked the bow on each tie, but they seemed to be done up tight.  Hana
looked pretty sexy in her sleek black bikini, so I'm not sure why the boys
were so interested in me.  This wasn't even one of my more risqu?  suits.
   I stood talking with them for a while, but before we could go in
swimming, it started to rain.  I quickly squatted down, and gathered up my
stuff.  I didn't want to get rained on, so I headed for my dad's car
motioning for Hana to follow.  I thought the boys might come too, but they
just stood there talking over what to do.
   "Shoot!  I wanted to go swimming," I pouted, drying myself off with a
towel.  "Do your friends need a ride somewhere?"
   "I think they live nearby.  Do you want to go get something to drink?"
   "Um...  yeah sure."
   I waited for a moment to see if Masashi and them would come join us, but
they headed into the concessions getting shelter there.  I was actually
surprised at how shy they were.  In California, some guys used to hit on me
quite blatantly.
   Anyway, eventually, I started the car, driving just a little ways down
to a convenience store.  I debated pulling on my t-shirt, but I didn't want
it to get wet.  We ended up going like that in just our swimsuits, dashing
through the rain.  The clerk perked right up when he saw us.  I guess with
our hair and body all wet we did look kind of sexy.
   Hana and I headed down to the back of the store, but the clerk came over
to watch.  I pulled on my sunglasses trying to hide my face at least, and
took a peek back to see what he looked like.  He was cute for sure.  He
reminded me of the actor Satoshi Tsumabuki from Waterboys, tall,
good-looking with an impish grin.  I pointed him out to Hana, and she
thought he was handsome too.
   Anyway, we ended up buying some drinks.  I kind of wanted to hang
around, and chat with the clerk, but other customers kept coming in, so
Hana dragged me back out to the car.  We got in, and sat there sipping our
drinks.
   Hana finally told me that she had gone to the same high school as me. 
We weren't in the same class, but for some reason, she remembered me.  I
guess we must have swum together because she knew Ms.  Sasaki, my old swim
coach.  Apparently, Ms.  Sasaki was still at our school.  I should drop by,
and say hi.  She was really nice.
   Anyway, eventually, it got late, so I drove Hana home.  Hana had other
plans for Sunday, but we promised to go to the beach again soon.
   When I got home, Evan was still there.  Norika kept telling us they were
going to move out soon, but I guess it was taking a while for the workmen
to finish.  Anyway, I had supper and a bath, and went to bed early.
   That night, I awoke to the sound of thunder.  It was still raining out.
Feeling thirsty, I sat up, slowly realizing I was naked.  I guess I must
have pulled my p.j.'s off while I was asleep.  I do that sometimes.  Maybe
it's the dreams I'm having.
   Intending to go get some water, I stood up, and padded over to the door
to my room.  It was pretty quiet.  Everyone must be asleep.  I debated
whether I should pull my p.j.'s back on, but that seemed like a lot of
bother.  I slowly tiptoed out and down the stairs.  The light from the
windows lit up my naked body, giving me a start, and the stairs kind of
creaked.  Worried that I might wake Evan, who was in the living room, I
lost my nerve, and came back to my room.  It was kind of fun sneaking
around naked, but I had to be careful.  I'd promised my mom I'd be good
while Evan was here.
   On Monday, I got up planning to go visit Ms.  Sasaki.  I grabbed what I
thought was a hoodie dress, and dashed down to the bath.  I could hear Evan
and my mom just outside in the dining room.  I felt a bit nervous.  There's
just this thin curtain that separates our bath area from the kitchen, but I
stripped out of my p.j.'s, and went into the bath.  I had a quick shower,
and rinsed off.
   When I came back out, I could see Evan through the curtain down at the
far end of our dining room table.  He wasn't looking at me exactly - he was
leafing through his briefcase - but he was facing this way.  I grabbed a
towel, and draped it across my front.  You could still kind of see my bare
hips and the side of my boobs.  Embarrassed, I tried to flatten the towel
across the front of my breasts, but I couldn't really get it to cover
everything.
   Evan continued to stand there, fiddling with his stuff.  He did kind of
glance this way, perhaps wondering if I was Norika.  Nervous, I leaned down
to get my hoodie.  I quickly pulled it on, holding the small towel with one
hand over my pussy.  When I tried to pull the hem of the hoodie down to
cover up, the material stopped at my waist, leaving my bare bottom exposed.
Drat!  In my rush earlier, I must have brought down a hoodie top instead of
a dress.
   Evan was still kind of looking away, but he had this funny expression on
his face.  Maybe he could tell I was naked.  I straightened the little
towel, trying to keep my pussy covered at least.
   Eventually, my mom reminded Evan that he had to get to work, so he
snapped out of it, and headed out.  The whole thing struck me as strange.
Was he spying on me?  He didn't seem like that kind of guy, but then why
was he standing there looking this way?
   Anyway, after Evan left, I ran back upstairs, and pulled on some undies
and a demure thigh-length dress.  I got in our car, and headed to my old
high school.  I felt a bit weird going back and all.  The halls, desks and
everything seemed a lot smaller than I remember.  It felt homey though.  I
had a lot of good memories from this place.  Luckily, Ms.  Sasaki was in
her office just off the pool.
   "Emi?  Is that you?  Look at you, all grown up!" she beamed.
   "Yeah, I'm back.  I was living in the States for a while.  I don't know
if you heard."
   I told her all about my time abroad, going to university in Oceanview.
When I mentioned I was looking for a job, she asked if I'd like to help her
coach.  They had this training camp coming up, and she wanted to know if I
could come along.  I don't think I'm good enough to be a coach, but she
seemed keen, so I said sure.  I much prefer working at a pool to an office
anyway.
   Ms.  Sasaki had to get back to work, so I thanked her, and promised to
drop by again.  Before I headed home, I took a look around.  The school was
more or less the same, but the uniforms looked different.  Most girls were
wearing navy blazers even though it was summer.  Their mini-skirts were
plaid and surprisingly short.  I guess they were short in my day too, but
now every time a girl bent over or walked up the stairs, you could see her
panties.  None of the girls seemed embarrassed though.  It's just the
fashion I guess.
   The rest of the week, I focused on my job search.  By Saturday, I was
raring to go to the beach.  I was looking forward to seeing Hana, Masashi
and them again.  I went through the swimsuits I hadn't worn yet, but they
were all a bit on the risqu?  side.  My aquamarine one-piece is mostly just
string, and doesn't cover my hiney.  My white bikini was even worse with
this seam running up the slit of my yoohoo.  I didn't want to wear the same
suit again.  I'm going to have to buy some new suits.  In the meantime
though, I rinsed off my one piece navy racing suit, and wore that.  I'll go
shopping next week.
   For a cover-up, I picked out a grey t-shirt with a glade of willow trees
on the front.  I wasn't sure if it was long enough, but I took it with me
to the bath.  I had a quick shower, pulled on my swimsuit and t-shirt, and
slipped out before my mom saw.  The t-shirt wasn't that long, but I don't
think I looked that indecent.
   At the beach, I tried to find Hana and them.  The wind was kicking up a
horrible fuss, blowing sand all over.  It looked like a lot of the regulars
had already packed it in, so I eventually gave up, and headed to my aunt
Sachi's place instead.  She lives in Enoshima with her husband Yuuzou and
son Hideki, not that far from the beach.
   Sachi herself answered the door.  She was wearing an apron, cooking in
the kitchen.
   "Oh Emi!  So nice to see you!" she squealed kissing me on the cheek.  My
aunt's family lived in Singapore for a while.  I don't know if that's why,
but she acts very western, much more open than my mom.  "Come in.  Come in.
Oh look at you.  You're covered in sand.  Let me get you a towel."
   "Yeah, it's like a sandstorm out there.  Can I use your shower?"
   "Sure.  I'll bring you something to wear."
   "Yeah, great.  Just a t-shirt or whatever," I called after her.  I shed
my flip-flops, and scooted down the hall tracking sand all over the house.
"Oh dear.  I'm making a mess.  Can I use your laundry?"
   "Sure.  Go ahead."
   I found the washing machine in this little room off the hall.  I peeled
off my t-shirt, and put it in.
   "Um...  are Hideki and Uncle Yuuzou here?" I asked, wondering what to do
about my bikini.
   "Hideki's out with his friends, and Yuuzou is in the garage."
   Relieved that they weren't here, I ended up stripping out of my bikini,
and putting it in the wash as well.  I felt kind of strange standing in
their house naked, but I didn't think my aunt would mind.  I don't think
they are naturists really, but Sachi, Yuuzou, Hideki and I went
skinny-dipping together once in this pond at the base of a waterfall in
western Tokyo.  Even I felt strange getting naked in front of my family,
but none of them seemed to think it was that weird.
   Once, I'd gotten the wash going, I scooted back down the hall to their
bath near the front door.  It felt so good to get in the shower, and wash
off all the sand.
   When I came back out, I found a t-shirt and towel waiting for me sitting
on the sink.  I quickly wiped myself off with the towel, and pulled the
t-shirt on.  It said American Beach Club in English on the front, but the
hem didn't go down past my waist.
   "Um, Sachi?  Could I get some bottoms too?" I called out.  I had asked
her for a t-shirt, but I assumed she'd bring some shorts with them.
   "I can't hear you," Sachi yelled back.  Not sure what else to do, I
wrapped the small towel around my waist, bridging the gap between the two
ends with my finger and thumb.  I looked horribly indecent, but I didn't
want to yell.  I stepped out into the hall, feeling terribly embarrassed.
It's a good thing Hideki isn't around.  He's an OK kid, but a bit of a
troublemaker.  He'd probably freak if he saw me like this.
   I cautiously tiptoed down the hall, until I noticed the door to the
garage was open.  Had Sachi gone outside?  I took a peek out.  Uncle Yuuzou
was there, filling a bucket with water.
   "Hey, Emi!  You're here.  Good to see you!" he smiled.  "How've you
been?"
   "I'm good.  Do you know where Sachi is?"
   Yuuzou paused to look at me, noticing my bare hip.  He didn't say
anything, but I'm pretty sure he could tell I was naked underneath. 
Practically my whole butt cheek was showing through the gap.
   "I'm not sure.  I was just about to wash the car."
   "I should wash Dad's car," I mused.  Curious, I stepped out into the
garage watching him pour cleanser into the pale.  The garage door was wide
open, but luckily there didn't seem to be anyone on the street.  Uncle
Yuuzou looked a bit concerned about how I was dressed, but he didn't
object.
   "Can I watch?" I asked.  I guess I can admit I was a bit excited by
then, standing out here almost bottomless so close to the street.  I
nervously tiptoed over to where my uncle was working, peering down at what
he was doing.  I was actually wondering if he'd tell me to go back inside,
but instead he just dipped the squeegee in the pail, and started wiping the
trunk.  So that's how you do it!
   "Do you have an extra sponge?" I asked, trying to be helpful.  He paused
for a moment, perhaps bothered by my get-up after all, but handed me a
sponge anyway.  With my one free hand, I dipped it in the water, and
started wiping the windows.
   Just then, a boy rode by on his bike out on the street.  I was actually
quite worried that he might have seen me.  I still had an awkward grip on
the little towel around my waist, but it was hard to do two things at once.
I could feel the towel slipping.  I didn't want my uncle to see, so I moved
away from him, but closer to the big open door looking out onto the street.
   Another boy rode by on a bike, and it slowly dawned on me that the
reason they weren't noticing me was it was really bright outside, but dark
in the garage.  Maybe they can't see me after all.
   Getting more courageous, when my uncle went round to the back of the
car, I pressed my hips against the hood, and let go of my towel.  The towel
stayed on for a while, but I eventually got tired of waiting, and backed
away from the car, letting my towel fall to the ground.  I was so excited
standing out here bottomless so close to the street.  My whole body was
shaking.  I turned flashing first my pussy and then my bottom at the open
door.  I was tempted to step out into the sun, but I was worried my uncle
might see.  I stayed like that - naked - as long as I dared, but
eventually, my uncle came back this way, so I quickly squatted down, and
pulled the towel back around my waist.  I felt so aroused it wasn't even
funny.
   Yuuzou peered over at me, wondering what I was doing.
   "Where are your clothes?" he finally asked.  I think the real problem
was my nipples were poking out through the thin material of my t-shirt.
   "My bikini is in the wash," I blushed.
   "Maybe you'd better go back inside," he finally warned, nodding towards
the street.  I looked back, but there was no sign of the bicycle boys.  I
suppose the neighbors could be watching from their houses though.  I
finally did as he asked.  I handed him back the sponge, and reluctantly
headed inside.  That was fun, but there was no sense in pressing my luck.
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