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 Year away In Japan 3: Midnight Stroll

   By Don Gordon

   The story so far: I'm a 23-year old American who's just finishing up a
one year work stint in Japan as an English teacher in a small town on the
coast not far from Tokyo.  Here I was all set to go home, when suddenly one
morning, one of my students, a cute girl named Ai, gives me a peek up her
skirt.  She's going commando, and it turns out she is doing it to get me to
stay another year.  Problem is I've got a girlfriend back in the States,
Elise, but anyway, I got so worked up about the whole thing, I caught the
flu, and ended up taking time off work.  The next morning Ai shows up at my
flat, starts cooking for me, doing my laundry, and generally driving me
wild with desire by walking around naked half the time.  Where I left off
last time, she had just gone off to check in on her grandfather who lives
nearby.

   Around suppertime, Ai showed up again with more groceries, which she
finally let me pay her for.  She cooked another great meal.  Under her
care, I was starting to feel much better.  After supper, she got out her
English textbooks, and worked on her homework asking me questions every
once in a while.  Before I knew it, it was getting pretty late.

   "Hadn't you better be getting home?"

   "That's OK.  I already phoned my parents.  I told them I was staying
with Asuka."

   I didn't know that much about Asuka, but apparently the two of them were
good friends.  According to Ai, Asuka had been going out with the same boy
for quite some time.  She was apparently the one who had told Ai that
'going commando' gets guys hot.  I was kind of shocked by this.  I thought
that most of the girls in our school were quite shy, and generally knew
little about such things.  Asuka, it turns out, was quite a font of little
tidbits about handling guys.  I wasn't used to being 'handled' although
once I'd thought about it, I realized that Elise probably treats me the
same way.  Elise, mind you, always wears underwear.

   "Can I take shower?" Ai asked.  The question caught me somewhat off
guard.  This was all starting to get a bit more serious than I'd expected.
I appreciated all her help, but I'd been thinking that at some point, she
would head home.  Ai, however, had other ideas.  On the other hand, it was
kind of nice having her around, and if I ever get my strength back, I'd
like to...  well, get to know her better, I guess.  In any case, I didn't
want to argue with her, so I lay back down, and mumbled,

   "Uh yeah...  OK...  sure."

   She looked happy.  She gathered up her stuff, and headed into the
washroom.  While she was in the shower, the doorbell rang.  I had no idea
who it was, so I just ignored it.  It rang again, and Ai came out of the
washroom dripping wet clutching a towel in front of her.

   "Who is it?" she whispered.  I shrugged.  She tiptoed over to the door,
and peeked through the hole.  The towel she'd grabbed was too small to wrap
around her, so I could see her whole back.  She spread her legs as she went
up on tiptoe to see out.  Just below her cute little ass cheeks, I could
see this little black tuft of pubic hair dripping water.  Oh no, here we go
again.

   "It's old man wearing glasses ...  probably NHK." The National TV
Broadcasting Network.  They came around every so often to collect a
twenty-dollar subsidy, sort of like a tax.  "You no want to pay?" she asked
me, glancing over her shoulder at me her legs apart and bare bum sticking
out.  Again I was finding it hard to concentrate on the question given her
provocative pose.  Unfortunately, he heard her voice, and called out,

   "Konban wa.  NHK desu."

   I reluctantly sat up, and looked around for my wallet.  Ai cautiously
unlocked the door, and opened it just wide enough to peek her head out.

   "Gomen nasai.  Oshiharai desu yo ne.  Ima motte mairimasu node, shoushou
omachi itadakemasu ka.  (Sorry.  You've come to collect the subsidy,
haven't you?  Just wait a moment, and I'll bring it)." Her Japanese was so
polite.  I wondered how she could be so calm standing there virtually naked
a few feet from a complete stranger.  She let go of the door, expecting it
to close, and came back to get the money.

   The NHK man, understandably curious on seeing a soaking wet high school
girl answer the door, pushed it open further and further till he could see
Ai now standing with her bare back to him, still clutching the small towel
to her breast.  I gave her the money, and she turned to run back to give it
to him.  On seeing him standing there wide-eyed in the doorway, a look of
amazement on his face, she stumbled, and lost her grip on the towel.  It
dropped to the floor, leaving her standing there buck-naked shivering in
the cool breeze wafting in through the open door.

   "Kyaaa!" she cried out scrambling to pick up the towel with her free
hand.  Her cheeks had gone rosy red, but I couldn't help wondering if she
had half planned it to happen like this.  Her chest rose, and fell rapidly
as she breathed in and out, but it looked to me like her nipples had gone
erect.

   These old NHK fogeys are for the most part quite a serious lot, but this
particular one was making no bones about staring right at poor naked little
Ai.  With the money in one hand, she vainly tried to straighten out the
towel across her front with the other.  She was so nervous that she dropped
the towel again.  Covering her pussy with her free hand, she walked over to
him, completely nude, and handed him the money, before scurrying back to
retrieve the towel.  She had this look of frantic vulnerability on her face
that for some reason I found intensely arousing.  The NHK looked absolutely
dumbstruck, but continued to stare at Ai as she nervously spread the towel
across her front.

   "Ah, gomen nasai.  Shawaa wo abite ita node...  (Sorry, I was in the
shower)," she explained her voice wavering.

   The two of us stared at him, and he slowly came out of his stupor, and
realized he had to give us a receipt.  He was so rattled that his hands
shook as he tried to punch my name and such into his little handheld
receipt machine.  Ai had finally got the towel spread out wide enough to
cover both her breasts and pussy, but she was shivering.

   "Sukoshi samui desu.  Doa wo shimete itadakemasu ka (It's a bit cold. 
Would you mind shutting the door?)"

   He looked at the door and then us, unsure whether to stay in or go out,
but eventually opted to stay on the inside.  He kept looking over at Ai
nervously, but she continued to face him in order to hide her bare bum. 
Eventually, he handed her the receipt, and excused himself.  As soon as the
door shut, Ai and I looked at each other, and she broke out laughing.  She
started twirling the towel around above her head doing this little dance.

   "Aa, okashikatta (That was so funny).  You see his face?  Look so
surprised, ne?" She started jumping up and down exultantly, and eventually
jumped right over on top of me knocking me back onto the bed.  I knocked my
head against the window sill, and dazed I looked at her as she gyrated her
sexy little hips back and forth while straddling me.  She noticed I was
hurt, and leaned forward to kiss me on the forehead.  Overcome with desire,
I reached out to grab her, but somehow she managed to slip out of my grip.
She plopped her cute little behind down on the step by the front door, and
started to buckle up her sandals.

   "Ai, what?  Where are you going?"

   She held up the towel.

   "To get bigger towel.  Must be dry now."

   "Ai!"

   She stood up, holding the towel in one hand, and put the other on the
doorknob.

   "Don't worry.  I be right back." She peeked through the hole again, and
judging that the NHK man had gone, lifted the towel to cover her, and
carefully opened the door.  Her back, bum and legs were still glistening
with beads of water from the shower.  She stepped out very cautiously at
first, but then the door fell shut, and it was quiet.  I was so worried
that I got up, put on my house robe, and hurried out after her.  It was
pretty dark out, but some of my neighbors still had their lights on.  A
couple of blocks away, there was a major street, and you could hear the
cars.  My heart was pounding with worry, but the cool night air helped me
calm my lust.  I ran up to the roof, and found her squatting down at the
edge looking down at the street.  She had already found one of my large
towels, and wrapped it around her.  She looked over at me, her eyes wide
and smiling.

   "It's nice night," she murmured happily.  I squatted down next to her. A
gentle breeze tossed about the wisps of her long black hair.  She looked
rather beautiful outlined against the dark starry sky.

   "Aren't you sleepy?" I asked.  She shut her eyes, pretending to go to
sleep, and then opened them again.

   "OK, let's go back."

   I looked at her as she walked on ahead, the large fuzzy towel wrapped
tightly around her.  I felt so confused.  One minute she was a crazed
little sex demon; the next, a calm and gentle young girl.  How could the
same girl pull all these crazy stunts?  It's a lucky thing the guy from NHK
didn't have a heart attack when she kept dropping the towel.  I swear I
almost did.

   We walked back to my room, and then she picked up her bag, and
disappeared into the bathroom again.  When she came out, she was wearing a
long and fairly conservative nightie.  It looked like an overly long
t-shirt that went down almost to her ankles.  First, the jeans this
afternoon, and now this.  It almost seemed like she dressed conservatively
most of the time.  Sure, her school uniform was pretty revealing, but that
was standard issue.  All the girls had to wear them.

   I had a shower too, and when I came back out, she had spread two spare
futons from my closet on the floor.  It may seem strange, but I almost felt
relieved.  I had half expected her to jump into bed with me, but in any
case, I was still sick.  I got into my own bed.  She turned out the lights,
and tucked herself in.

   "Good night," she said cheerfully.  Soon, she was fast asleep.  I lay
there watching her for a while, and then drifted off to sleep myself.

   In the middle of the night, I heard some noise, and woke up.  Ai came
out of the washroom, and went over to my fridge.  Noticing I was awake, she
turned to me, and announced,

   "No more juice."

   I was feeling a bit dehydrated myself, so I got up, and had a look.  It
seemed we'd polished off all the stuff she'd bought that day.

   "There's a twenty four hour convenience store, just down the way a bit."

   She got out her backpack, and started to put on her sandals.

   "I can't have you walking around alone out there at this hour."

   She turned, and looked at me, her little chest rising and falling with
her breathing.  She clearly took this as an expression of affection on my
part, though this was not quite what I had intended.

   "OK, OK, I'll go with you."

   I fished out a pair of clean pants from my closet, but seeing her
watching me, I moved around the corner out of her view.  Geez, this is
silly.  I've seen her naked enough times.  Why am I hiding?  I got my pants
on when I noticed her peeking around the corner.  For some reason, I felt
so embarrassed.

   "Don't be shy.  You have nice body."

   I took a deep breath.  Where was this all leading?  Ai and I were
growing closer all the time, and I was finding it harder and harder to
fight it.

   When I was all changed, I went to the door to find her standing there in
her nightie, backpack and sandals.

   "You're not going out like that, are you?"

   "Unn!  (=Yes)" she nodded and smiled as if it was the most natural thing
in the world to walk outside in one's pj's.

   When we stepped outside, I noticed it was a bit cool out, so I went back
in, and got her this thick navy hoodie I have.

   "You better take this," I said handing it to her.  She giggled at my
gallantry, but dutifully put it on.  If she pulled it down, it would almost
cover her hips, but she left it up around her waist, deliberately showing
off her cute little behind.

   We made it down to the convenience store, and went in.  It was lit up so
brightly inside it took a moment for my eyes to adjust.  As I got used to
the light, I slowly realized that Ai's nightie was hugging her hips pretty
tightly.  It wasn't exactly see-through, but you could sort of tell where
the crack of her bum ran.  It was pretty obvious that she wasn't wearing
any underwear.  I looked nervously over at the cashier, but he wasn't
really paying much attention to us.  Ai bent over to take a close look at
the drinks on the shelves, her little heart-shaped ass sticking up in the
air.  Nervously, I moved around beside her to block the view from the
counter.

   She picked out some drinks, and walked back to the counter.  Her nightie
was so tight she would wiggle forward with these short little steps almost
as if someone had tied her at the ankles, the way women in kimono walk. 
When I went to pay, the cashier looked at me somewhat jealously.  I got the
feeling he thought Ai was pretty cute.  He stared at her breasts, which
were sticking out as she struggled to take her backpack off.

   Once we left the store and were out of earshot, I went into teacher mode
again.

   "Don't tell me you're going commando again."

   "Un?  Commando, what's commando?"

   "Oh you know, without underwear.  What did you call it again?  Nopan."

   She smiled widely,

   "Eee!  'Commando' to iu n da (Really?  So you call it 'commando'). 
Sure, I'm 'commando.' I never wear panties to bed.  Do you?"

   "Well, no, but that's not the point.  At least, I got dressed before we
headed out."

   She didn't seem at all convinced that this was a good thing.  We walked
down the road a bit, and then she headed off away from my apartment.

   "Where are you going?"

   "There's park this way.  Let's sit, drink in park."

   I followed her down, and before too long, we came to a small wooded park
surrounded by houses and apartments.  I guess I'd been there before, but
was surprised she knew about it.  Not far from the entrance, she found a
small gazebo-like shelter with concrete blocks to sit on.  She took out the
juice, and a paper cup from her backpack, and poured me some, and then some
for herself.  We both drank quietly till our thirst had been quenched.

   "Hey, look 'buranko.' How do you say in English?"

   "Swings."

   She got up excitedly, ran over and sat down on one.

   "Give me push."

   I felt a bit self-conscious, but in any case, there was no one else in
the park, and the trees shaded us from view of the surrounding houses. 
Everyone was probably asleep anyway.  I walked over behind her, and started
to push.  I put my hands on her back at first, but she didn't seem to like
this, and would just lean forward to tease me.  I moved my hands further
down, and gently placed my fingers on her waist just under where the hoodie
stopped.  The material of her nightie was so thin I could almost feel her
skin through it.  She giggled playfully as I pushed her, and she kept
trying to look over her shoulder at me.

   After a while, she got off, walked around behind the swing, and tried to
stand up on the seat.  Her nightie was way too tight, so she could barely
lift one leg off the ground.  She bent over, and lifted the long hem up,
first past her calves and knees and then almost all the way up her thighs.
She stopped giggling, and looked over at me to check my reaction.  Still
feeling distinctly self-conscious, I could just muster a weak grin.  She
started looking around, and I could tell she was up to something.  There
weren't any lights in the park, but the moon was shining brightly.  The
trees surrounding the park mostly had leaves on them, but you could still
make out the apartments beyond.

   Not feeling safe, she walked over into the shade of the gazebo where
we'd been sitting.  The light was dimmer there, but I could still see her
holding on tightly to the hem of her nightie.  She looked over at me,
shifting nervously from foot to foot, clearly not having the nerve to do
what she was contemplating: take off her nightie.  The main worry was the
apartment building right behind us.  The lights all seemed to be out, but
it directly overlooked the park, and you could sort of see the balconies
through the treetops.

   I was going to advise her to stop when she suddenly squatted down in the
shadow of one of the cement blocks.  I couldn't see very well, so I walked
over towards her.

   "Anybody watching?" her voice came softly through the darkness.  I
looked around, and before I knew it she had pulled the nightie and hoodie
up over her head.  I moved closer.  I could scarcely believe it.  There she
was completely naked save her sandals in the middle of this public park,
frantically trying to untangle the hoodie from the nightie.  I moved my
body to block the view from the park, and looked around for signs of life.
She finally got her clothes apart, and quickly pulled the hoodie back on
over her head.  You could still seem the round cheeks of her bottom
sticking out from under the hem, but at least she wasn't buck-naked
anymore.

   She folded the nightie, put it in her bag, and stood up.  Her eyes were
wide open, scanning the park for signs of people.  At first, she didn't fix
the hem of the hoodie, which had ridden up to circle her slender waist,
leaving her rich dark pubic hair in full view.  She slowly pulled down the
hem till it almost covered her hair at least, but when she turned, I could
still see the cheeks of her bum.

   The whole thing was getting me incredibly hot.  I sat down on the
concrete, and pulled her toward me till she was sitting on my lap.  I
didn't touch her at first.  My erection was growing just at the thought of
her sitting on my lap bottomless as she was.  She took a hold of my hand,
but stood up, shot me a fearful glance, and held her index finger over her
lips, signaling for me to be quiet.  She was listening to hear if anyone
was coming.  I realized she was right; we couldn't very well have sex out
in the open like that, but the way her slender fingers were tightly wrapped
around mine, and the seductive tilt of her hips were making it hard to
resist the temptation to do something.

   Quivering slightly, she let go of my hand, and scanning the edge of the
park took a step in the direction of the swings.  I put my hands down on
the concrete and just watched her.  She had this look of mixed fear,
pleasure and embarrassment on her face that I was finding quite arousing.
It was clear enough what turned her on, but I was slowly beginning to
realize how much I was getting turned on by it too.

   She looked back at me, and then, mind made up, stepped out from under
the roof into the moonlight.  Though the bareness of her legs was now
clearly visible, she looked normal enough.  The hoodie went down low enough
that a passerby might believe she had a pair of shorts or something on
underneath.  What made it so nerve-wracking is that she and I knew that she
didn't.

   When she got to the swings, she looked back expecting me to come push
again.  As I stood up, I could feel my cock straining against my pants.  I
straightened it out, and quickly walked over behind her.  However, when she
raised her arm to grab the chain the hem of the hoodie shot up a good few
inches leaving her ass and pussy hopelessly exposed.  To help her up, I put
my hands on her waist, but they slipped on the hoodie, so I reached inside
and placed my hands on her soft warm naked skin.  Despite the cool breeze,
her skin was burning almost as if she'd caught my fever.  She had spread
her legs far apart to keep her balance, but this gave me an excellent view
of her moist young pussy.

   I reached out, and took hold of her leg kissing her on the bum.

   "Ahh!" she cried out in what sounded to me like pleasure.  "Dame, dame!
(Don't do that) Oshite!  Push!" She wiggled her bum back and forth in a
little dance.  I took a deep breath to calm down, and placed my hands on
her bare ass to give her a push.  She gave out a squeal, but started
swinging.  If we keep this up, someone will hear us for sure.  She swung
back and forth higher and higher.  She raised her hands even higher on the
chain obviously enjoying the feeling of the breeze on her naked midriff. 
She tilted her hips this way and that to show off her beautiful ass.  I
wished I'd brought a camera.

   Suddenly, her frolicking was interrupted by what sounded like a car door
slamming shut.  She squatted down, and I grabbed the chain to slow her
down. She jumped off, and pulled the hem down to cover up.  We both stood
still, and peered off in the direction of the noise.  It sounded like it
came from the street that ran along the edge of the park just the other
side of a dense line of trees behind us.  I motioned for her to hide in the
shade of the gazebo, while I walked over to the park entrance to see what
was going on.

   Once there, I looked out both ways down the street.  There was a black
mini-van parked not far down the street on the left, and a Japanese guy
around my age walking the other way down towards a vending machine on the
sidewalk.  It was dark and so hard to tell, but I thought I saw a girl
sitting in the passenger seat of the van.  What is this park?  Some kind of
famous make-out spot?

   I hurried back to the gazebo.  Ai had packed away the drinks, and put on
her backpack, but was still dressed in just the hoodie.

   "It's some couple in a van.  You'd better put your nightie back on."

   "No, they might come.  Hurry, let's go."

   We heard the crash of a pop can coming out of the vending machine, so we
both hurried off the other way towards the opposite entrance.  Her legs
kept worrying me.  I guess it looked alright, but I couldn't help wondering
if other people would be able to tell that she had nothing on underneath.

   There's one major street that we had to cross to get back to my
apartment.  When we got there, the light was red, so Ai stood back, and hid
behind the wall at the corner.  A car came up alongside us, but Ai did a
pretty good job of looking like nothing was wrong.  Unable to contain my
curiosity, I asked,

   "Do you always go commando?"

   She looked back at me somewhat nervously without answering.

   "What was it again?  Nopan?"

   Ai glanced sideways at the car next to us.  The driver didn't seem to be
paying attention.

   "Don't say that," she whispered angrily.

   "What?  He doesn't understand English."

   "No, you said..." and she mouthed the word 'nopan.' By now, the driver
had noticed us, and was looking over at Ai in her short hoodie. 
Fortunately, the light changed so he had to go.  Still, she was right.  I
should have been more careful.  I have to say one thing for her; she is an
expert at not being discovered.  I doubt that anyone at school even
suspected that she was walking around commando, apart from Asuka, who had
put Ai up to the whole thing in the first place.

   Once we were across the road, and safely on a side street, Ai finally
answered.

   "No, of course not.  I told you.  This week first time."

   "Were you like that all day?"

   She looked up and down the street, and then more closely at the houses,
shops and apartments on either side.  She ran ahead a bit, and turned into
a small parking lot that was fenced off from the road.  She took off her
backpack, and squatted down to take out the juice, but this was clearly
just a pretext to show me her pussy.  She spread her legs wide open to make
sure I got a good look, and then asked,

   "Why?  I do something wrong?" The tips of the hair between her legs were
glistening wet with her love juices.  She beamed up at me with this
absolutely wicked look in her eye.  It was starting to get light out
causing the pink flesh of her legs to stand out all the more starkly.

   "You'd better put on your nightie before some one spots you."

   She stood up, and looked around, obviously wondering if she could get
away with changing right there in the parking lot, but people's lights
seemed to be coming on, and we could hear the traffic a block away getting
heavier.

   "I can't change here."

   "Well, c'mon.  Anyway, let's go.  The longer we wait the more chance
we'll be discovered."

   She straightened the hoodie, and headed back towards the street.  I
guess it was because I knew she had no underwear on, but the way her hips
swayed as she walked looked so goddamn sexy it was driving me crazy.

   At the far end of my street, we came to a coin laundromat.  She looked
at it curiously, and then went in.  Both walls were lined with washers and
dryers, but at the back around the corner, there was a sort of lounge with
a bench to sit down on.  She went around the corner, and took off her
backpack seemingly happy with her discovery.

   "See if someone coming."

   I went back out onto the street, but it still seemed pretty quiet, just
the sound of birds chirping, and no sign of anyone.  There was a public
bath next door, but it hadn't opened yet.  I walked back.

   "Looks OK."

   She pulled her arms from the sleeves into the main body of the pullover,
and stood there a moment peering nervously toward the front.  Finally, she
pulled it up and over her head, standing naked once again.  She looked so
incredibly out of place standing there without a stitch on in the middle of
this laundromat.  I moved closer to block the view from the door.

   She picked up her nightie, but in her anxiousness, was having trouble
finding the bottom.  She smiled awkwardly at me trying to hide her mounting
fear.  Finally, she got it, and slipped it over her head, breathing a deep
sigh of relief.  I still couldn't quite understand why she did these things
if it made her so afraid, but frankly, I was getting as much hooked on it
as she was.

   To be continued

   Don Gordon My web page: /~DonGordon/ My ftp site:
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