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 Invisible
   By Emi Tsuruta
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   I think I would have forgotten about the cute convenience store clerk
Hana and I saw if I hadn't bumped into him again the next week.  My mom and
I went shopping in Fujisawa, and on the way back, she asked me to stop, so
she could buy some rain gear.  I didn't immediately twig because it was a
different store from where I first saw him, but while my mom was checking
out their umbrellas, I took a closer look, and realized he looked familiar.
Tall, boyish good looks, the same cheerful attentiveness, and then finally,
it dawned on me.  It must be the same guy - Satoshi Tsumabuki!  Tsumabuki
is an actor who was in a Japanese movie called Waterboys about male synchro
swimmers.  It obviously wasn't the real Tsumabuki, but the clerk did look a
bit like him...  to me at least.
   He didn't seem to recognize me though.  The day that Hana and I had been
in the other store, giggling away in our swimsuits, he'd followed us from
aisle to aisle, obviously interested.  I suppose I'd been wearing
sunglasses that day, but still...  you think he'd remember.  It was just a
few days before.
   Anyway, eventually, Mom found a rain hat she liked, so she bought it,
and we left.  I peeked back at the clerk from the door, but he didn't look
this way.  I wanted to tell someone about all this, so that night I got
talking to my friend Minori back in the States.
   "I bumped into that guy again," I told her.
   "What guy?"
   "You know.  The one who looks like Satoshi Tsumabuki..."
   "What?  You're kidding.  Where?  "
   "In a different store.  He must work in both."
   "What's his name?"
   "I don't know.  I didn't ask."
   "You should find out!"
   "Um.  OK.  I'll try.  "
   It's kind of funny that she was getting all excited about some guy she's
never even met, but anyway, I knew I'd probably run into him again.
   The next few days, it rained.  I moped around the house, waiting to hear
back from the companies I'd sent resumes to.  I'd kind of lost contact with
Takahashi after I sent him that nude selfie by mistake.  I did ask my dad
if he'd hired Taira, the creative boy I met in his waiting room.  They were
still deciding, so I guess he was in limbo too.
   I was running out of resumes, so come morning, I went down to the
Japanese room to write up some more.  The floor in that room is made of
'tatami' (straw mats), and there is a 'hori-kotatsu' in the center of the
room.  A 'kotatsu' is a heater hanging from a low table with a quilt over
top.  The 'hori' part is a square hole where the floor has been dug out, so
you can put your legs down while you sit on the edge of the tatami under
the quilt.  In the winter, the kotatsu keeps your legs nice and warm, but
in the summer even with the heater turned off, it's perhaps a bit too hot,
especially with all these bulky clothes my mom was making me wear.
   Anyway, I got out my pen and ink, and started writing out resumes for my
job hunt.  My mom was just around the corner, puttering away in the
kitchen. She'd sometimes come to the door of the Japanese room to talk, but
soon she'd float off again.  We had lunch, and then, I went back, and
worked some more.
   I was in a bit of a funny mood that day.  I had managed to land one job,
helping Ms.  Sasaki with the swim training camp.  I also had a lead on
another temporary job, handing out tissues in front of Kamakura station. 
Neither job was long-term, but anyway, I felt like I needed a break.  I
wanted to do something different, something fun.
   The house had gone quiet.  I guess Mom must have gone upstairs.  Trying
to get more comfortable, I reached down under the quilt, and undid the bow
in the belt of my workout pants.  Quickly, before she came back, I pushed
down my pants, snuggling out of them.  I still had my hoodie on top, but I
was now naked from the waist down.  Sitting up with the quilt draped across
my lap, there was nothing covering my bare bottom.  This was far from ideal
- my mom might see - but I couldn't get the quilt to stretch far enough to
cover my behind.  It was stuck, held tight by the table top.
   Nervous, I peered over at the door, but my mom didn't seem to be coming.
I pretended to work away at my resumes, still tugging on the quilt, trying
to pull it loose.  Soon though, my mom came back, so I lay down, hiding my
bare bottom under the covers.  She hovered at the door for a moment, but
she didn't really look at me.  She made some comment, and then flitted off
again.
   I slowly sat up, all excited, wondering if I should pull my pants back
on now that my mom was back.  I reached round, and fingered my bare butt
cheeks, debating what to do.  I slid one hand under the covers, dabbing
gently at my pussy, and as I feared, I was getting pretty wet.  I knew I
shouldn't play with myself with my mom right there, but I was getting too
excited to think straight.  It felt good to run my finger tips along my
slit.  Like it or not, I was getting horny.
   While I was deciding, I suddenly heard someone at the front door.  I
looked up at the clock, only to realize it was already 5:45!  With all this
fooling around, I'd completely lost track of time.  Usually, my mom warns
me when it's getting near supper, but today, she hadn't for some reason. 
My mind raced, thinking what to do.
   Soon, Evan came in, home from work.  Evan is my sister Norika's British
fianc?.  He's been staying with us while they fixed up their new place. 
He's an okay guy I guess, kind of good-looking, but a bit of a straight
arrow.  My mom told me to treat him with respect, so I'd been trying to
stay out of his way.  Norika kept saying they were going to move out to
their new place, so I was a bit surprised he was still here even.
   Worried he might see, I lay down pulling the quilt up around my waist.
Evan came right over to the door of the Japanese room, looking in. 
Something on TV had caught his eye.
   "What's this?  What are you watching?" he asked.  I looked up at him,
all anxious.  I was a bit surprised because he doesn't usually talk to me.
   "Um, I don't know," I answered meekly.
   "Hey, this is pretty funny," he said, nodding towards the TV.  Because I
was lying back, I couldn't see what program it was.  I lay there, looking
up at him, terribly worried that he'd figure out I was naked.  My fingers
were all sticky.  My face must have been red.  Before I could do much, I
heard someone else at the front door.
   "I'm home," Norika called in.  Of all the days for Norika to come back!
She's a lot wiser to my ways than Evan is.  I have to do something before
she comes in, and sees me.
   All in a rush now, I sat up, and reached down into the dugout, feeling
around for my workout pants.  My bare bottom was showing, but luckily, Evan
was still staring at the TV.  I guess he didn't really expect me to be
naked out here in the main part of the house.  I franticly felt around for
my pants in the dugout, but for the life of me, I couldn't seem to find
them.  They had to be here somewhere.
   Norika came into the dining room, shedding her wet rain coat.
   "Is it raining out?" my mom asked.
   "Yeah, it's really pouring down now.  Is Dad home yet?" Norika replied,
putting her arm around Evan to give him a kiss.  Oh no!  The two of them
were standing right there in the doorway with me right here.  God, please
don't look this way.
   "Not yet," Mom said from the kitchen, "but he'll be here soon.  Supper's
almost ready."
   Frantic, I slid down under the table, and finally found my pants.  I got
back up out of the dugout, exposing my hiney again, but I was having a hard
time getting my pants straightened out.  Luckily, Norika had turned to talk
to Mom.  Evan was still facing this way, but watching the TV not me.  I
eventually managed to get my pants untangled, and rushed to pull them back
on.  Not a moment too soon either, because Norika turned this way. 
Wide-eyed, I gazed up at her, afraid that she might have seen.
   "Hey, you.  How's the big job search coming?" she smiled.
   "Um...  yeah, fine," I blushed.
   "Glad to see you working away.  If there's anything I can do to help,
just holler."
   I gave her a weak smile, but quickly got up, and ran off to the bath. 
My cheeks were beet red, but I don't think any of them had figured out why.
Phew!  That was a bit too close!
   Supper was a bit awkward, but they were all acting pretty normal.  I
guess they didn't see after all.
   The next day, I decided to get out of the house.  I wanted to go visit
my cousin Namie, Aunt Sachi's daughter.  Namie is a few years older than
me, but we'd always been pretty close, travelling together and such.  I
came back to Japan for her wedding when she got married to Ryoichi, this
uptight salaryman.  I didn't really understand why she married him.  She's
kind of beautiful, vivacious, cosmopolitan, but he's a bit more staid.  I'd
kind of been giving Namie advice on how to bring him out of his shell, and
was wondering how things were going.
   Anyway, before my morning shower, I dug out the most boring clothes I
could find - black loafers, black tights, a grey t-shirt dress with a tree
pattern, a cream sweater, black sunglasses and a new white bucket hat.  Mom
had been on my case to dress modestly especially since Evan was virtually
living with us.  I'd been humoring her, dressing as decently as I could,
but I did skip wearing panties that day.  These tights aren't that
see-through.  As long as I keep the hem of my t-shirt down, I should be
fine.  I even stopped to buy some Japanese sweets (daifuku ice) on the way,
but the clerk didn't seem to notice.
   This was the first time I'd seen Namie's new place.  I buzzed up, and
Namie came down to the front to give me a little tour.  The building she
lives in is quite tall, and there were a few other buildings like it
nearby. Right in the middle of the complex, there was a wading pool with a
bunch of neighbor kids playing in it, trying to cool down in the summer
heat.  Nearby, their mothers were sitting in the shade of the trees
chatting amongst themselves.  Namie knew a couple of the mothers, and
introduced me.  We exchanged a few polite words, but soon they went back to
talking amongst themselves.
   Looking around at the deck of the wading pool, I suddenly realized that
one of the girls was naked.  I was actually quite surprised by this.  In
the States, where I'd been living, you're not really allowed to run around
naked outside.  No one here seemed worried though.  She must be someone's
daughter.  I was absolutely fascinated.  Norika and I used to run around
naked on the beach, but we had to stop after we moved to Hawaii.  I pointed
this girl out to Namie, but she just shrugged.
   "She doesn't know any better.  What can you do?"
   I nodded, still a bit puzzled at how she could get away with this.  The
girl herself didn't seem embarrassed at all, and went charging across the
deck to go fetch her towel.  She didn't use the towel to cover herself
even, but just draped it around her shoulders.  I was actually a bit
worried for her, but no one else seemed to mind.  There was a guy sitting
across the way, maybe someone's father or brother, but he was just talking
with the housewives.  I felt pretty silly.  Here I was, bundled up like an
Eskimo in the sweltering heat, while this girl was out here running around
naked.  I was so jealous.
   Anyway, eventually, Namie took me upstairs to see her apartment.  It was
all quite new.  They had a system kitchen and a sparkling stainless steel
bath.  I gave Namie the daifuku ice, and we ate while we chatted.
   "Is Ryoichi at work?" I asked.
   "Yeah."
   "How's it going?  Married life I mean."
   "It's OK.  He's out a lot, drinking with his coworkers, dirt-bike
riding..."
   "How about in the bedroom?"
   "Emi!"
   "No, I'm serious.  Have things heated up at all?"
   "I don't know," she blushed, looking down.
   "I'm envious really.  When you're married, the sex must be so soothing,
so intimate."
   "What about you and Ryosuke?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
Ryosuke was my boyfriend when I lived in the States.
   "Oh he's still in California.  We kind of broke up.  I picture married
sex as different though.  Your home is like this sanctuary of total trust
and understanding."
   Namie laughed.
   "Pouring it on a bit thick, am I?"
   "Yeah, maybe."
   I wanted to hear more, but Namie kept changing the subject, asking about
what I'd been up to.  Soon she scooted off to the kitchen to make us some
lunch.  She did tell me about her work and her parents.  Sachi was really
involved at the local civic center, setting up events and providing
refreshments.  There was some kind of ballet show coming up which Namie was
supposed to help with.
   "Do you want to come?" Namie asked.
   "Um, maybe.  I'll talk to Sachi."
   Late afternoon, my mom called.  She was getting ready to make supper,
and wanted my help.  I wanted to chat with Namie some more, but she
understood.  I made my apologies, and eventually, headed out.  I guess I
could see her at this benefit.
   When I got outside, the sun was shining bright.  I got my sunglasses out
of my backpack, and pulled them on.  I found Dad's car, and got in behind
the wheel, but it was so hot.  The car had been parked in the sun, so it
was sweltering inside.  Trying to cool down, I rolled down the windows,
kicked off my loafers, and pulled down my tights, taking them off.  There
that's a bit better.
   As I said, I wasn't wearing panties that day.  It felt so weird driving
along pantiless like that.  The hem of my t-shirt wasn't very long, so I
could feel the breeze on my pussy.  It was a nice feeling though, kind of
exciting actually.  I think that this was probably the first time I'd ever
driven commando.  Between Hiratsuka and Kamakura, it's all one-lane
highways, so I didn't have to worry about trucks pulling alongside, and
peeking in.  I passed Satoshi's convenience store on the way, but was too
embarrassed to stop.
   When I got back home, I pulled on my tights before I went inside.  Mom
seemed cheerful, not suspecting a thing.
   Early Saturday morning, Mom came in to my room to wake me up.  She and
Dad were going for a drive along the coast, and wanted to know if I'd like
to come.  I had promised Hana that we'd go swimming though, and I had to do
my laundry first.  I told Mom to go on without me.  After they left, I
thought I might be home alone, but when I went downstairs to check, I found
Evan in our living room watching TV.  I guess they hadn't quite finished
work on their new place.
   Anyway, I headed back up to my room, and gathered my laundry in a
basket, before going back down to the kitchen where our wash is.  The house
was pretty quiet.  All I could hear was the TV.
   I fed my clothes into the washing machine, coloreds first.  I glanced
down at the workout pants I was wearing, wondering if I should throw them
in too.  They were kind of dirty.  I was a little bit worried about Evan,
but he seemed to be immersed in some TV show again.
   As quietly as I could, I pushed down my workout pants, and stepped out
of them.  I felt pretty excited stripping bottomless with Evan home.  I
didn't think he'd come out to the kitchen - he rarely does - but still I'll
have to be careful.
   I needed a clean t-shirt for after my shower.  Feeling pretty naughty, I
scooted back to the bath and peeked around the corner to see what Evan was
doing.  His eyes were on the TV.  The t-shirt I was wearing was fairly
long. He probably won't realize I'm naked if I just dash across quickly.  I
gathered my nerve, and then zipped across the hall quickly, peering over at
Evan as I did.  I swear he didn't even blink.  It was almost like I was
invisible or something.
   Back up in my room, I tried to focus on the task at hand.  Oh that's
right.  I need a fresh t-shirt.  I nervously leafed through my closet, but
most of my t-shirt dresses were in the wash.  The shirts that were left
were a bit on the short side.  I pulled one out wondering what to do.  Evan
hadn't made so much as a peep all morning.  Maybe it'll be okay.
   Taking the t-shirt with me, I crept back down the stairs, pausing at the
foot to peek out at Evan.  He'd barely moved since last time.  Taking a
deep breath, I streaked back across the hall.  Amazingly, I still don't
think he noticed.  My heart in my throat, I dropped the clean t-shirt in
the basket just outside the bath before heading back to the kitchen.
   I was still pretty nervous from running around the house half naked like
this, but honestly, it didn't look like Evan had clued in at all.  Pushing
the envelope further, I stripped off the t-shirt I was wearing, and put it
in with the rest of my wash.  I was stark naked now.  I felt so naughty,
but I started up the washing machine anyway, wincing a bit as it roared to
life.  I stood stock still, waiting to see what Evan would do, but he was
quiet as ever.  I finally went into the bath, and showered off.
   When I came back out, I could still hear the TV.  I toweled off, and
pulled on the clean white t-shirt.  It was frightfully short.  I could kind
of cover my pussy if I pulled it down at the front, but there was no way I
could cover my bare behind.  I felt even more exposed and vulnerable than
before.  I really should go get some bottoms to wear.
   I fetched the laundry basket from the kitchen, and then came back
peeking around the corner at Evan again.  His eyes were still on the TV,
but he looked like he might say something.  Did he know I was here?  It was
hard to tell for sure.
   I scooted past, feeling even naughtier now that my buns and pussy were
showing.  Evan still didn't move, so I zipped up the stairs to get another
load of laundry ready.  I was so worked up from running around half naked,
but I was also kind of annoyed that Evan seemed so uninterested.  Was I
losing my touch?  Looking in the mirror, I still looked as hot as ever.  He
must be him.  He never seemed to get excited about much.
   Once I'd got my laundry in the basket, I trudged back downstairs, and
zipped past Evan again.  I got the feeling like he might be aware I was
here, but was absorbed in the show.  Curious, I put the basket down, and
came back to see what he was watching.  I pulled the hem of my t-shirt down
over my pussy before stepping out to where he could see me.  It was some
kind of wide show with news segments about current trends.  Especially
given how excited I was, it didn't look all that interesting to me.  I
ducked into the make-up nook to hide, but he wasn't watching me anyway. 
What does a girl have to do...?
   The first wash cycle ended, so I scooted back to the kitchen to move my
colored wash into the spin dryer, and put in my whites.  I hung in the
kitchen mostly trying to stay out of Evan's hair, but when his show ended,
he briefly got up to stretch.  He didn't come over this way though, just
peered out the window at our garden.  Eventually, he settled back in to
watch a different program.
   I was getting a bit stir crazy just standing here in the kitchen waiting
for my wash to finish.  I felt incredibly naughty for hanging out here with
no bottoms on, but I guess I wanted to test it, see how much I could get
away with.  When the spin cycle finished, I went a bit too far maybe,
walking right out into the dining room, directly into Evan's line of
vision. I guess the dining room table was sort of in the way, but I think
if he'd really been paying attention he would have caught a glimpse of my
pubic hair or buns.  Once I made it to the other side, I really got daring,
reaching up to hang my clothes on the hangers, pulling my already short
t-shirt up even more.
   I'm not really sure how far I would have gone, but unfortunately, I
heard a car pull up outside.  Frightened that it might be my parents, I
dashed back to the kitchen looking around for something to cover up with.
There wasn't much at hand, so I ended up streaking past Evan one last time,
bounding upstairs to my room.  Geez!  That was a bit too close.  I really
should stop doing this kind of stuff.
   Emi Tsuruta
   https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/
  
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