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From: Emi Tsuruta <emitsuruta5@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} My Host Mom's Boyfriend {Emi Tsuruta} (FM, exhib, voy)
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Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2006 07:10:02 -0500
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My host mom's boyfriend
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life. 
If you'd like some background about me and my friends,
please drop by my home page at:
/~emitsuruta/


There is a bunch of stuff I've been meaning to tell
you about.  One thing is that my host mom Loretta has
been dating this guy named Hank for the last little
while.  I first met Hank a couple of years ago. 
Loretta's kids and I all kind of knew she was seeing
someone, and then one day, he turned up at the house. 
I was a bit surprised because he was so handsome.  I
mean not that Loretta isn't good-looking or anything,
but I've always pictured as a typical mom, so I always
thought she'd probably end up going out with someone
more serious and traditional I guess.  Hank is kind of
special though.  He has a natural sweet smile and a
fit athletic body.  He is younger than Loretta, maybe
in his early thirties.  He apparently works as some
kind of building contractor.  Even when I first met
him, he seemed like a really nice guy.  Even when
Loretta introduced me as 'the exchange student who's
staying with us' rather than telling him my name, he
smiled, and gave me a friendly wink.  I could tell we
were going to get along.

We saw quite a bit of him after that.  On the days he
wasn't working, he would come over, hang out, and
watch TV or whatever.  Loretta would be off cooking
supper, so I used to go in, and sit with him in the
living room while we were waiting.  At first, I felt a
bit nervous because I'd never really spent much time
around such a handsome American man.  It was obvious
that he and Loretta were very close, but sometimes
while we were sitting there, I would catch him
glancing over at me.  Not that he would flirt with me
or anything.  He just seemed curious about me for some
reason.  I don't why, but sometimes when he was
looking at me, I would feel butterflies in my tummy. 
It made me feel special to have such a handsome man
take an interest in me.

Then, one day in the summer, I had the day off, so I
went to the beach with my friend Asuna.  At night,
Asuna had other plans, so I just ended up coming back
home.  Hank was there watching TV in the living room,
and he said 'hi' when I came in.  I was kind of
thirsty because it was so hot out that day, so I went
toward the kitchen to get some lemonade.  I was still
in my pink bikini and white hoodie, and Hank turned to
check out my backside as I walked by.  I guess maybe
he'd done things like that before, but I hadn't really
noticed.  Still, it did feel kind of nice to know that
I could catch his interest like this.

Loretta was working on this whole big spread in the
kitchen.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I'm holding a party here tonight.  Didn't I tell
you?"

"Oh, that's right.  Do you need some help?"

"No, I'm fine."  She looked down disapprovingly at my
shocking pink thong bikini bottoms.  "You'd better
hurry up, and get changed.  The guests will be
arriving soon."

It was the summer, so I often walked around in my
bikini after coming back from the beach, so I didn't
really know what she was making such a big deal about.
 I kind of nodded, and walked back out to the living
room.  I didn't really feel like changing yet though,
so I stood there for a moment, looking at the TV.

"What are you watching?" I asked Hank, curious.

"I don't know.  Some stupid show."

I pulled over one of the dining room chairs, and
straddled it backwards.  Just as I expected, Hank
craned his head over to get a better look at my
bottom.  I felt a twinge of excitement run up my
spine, as I realized he was staring right at my near
naked hips.

"Is there anything else on?" I asked trying to hide my
embarrassment.

"Not really.  What are those?" he said pointing toward
some DVD's lying on the floor.

"Oh just some stuff I rented.  This one was pretty
good.  It's a story about a woman boxer and her
trainer."

"Hey, that does sound good!  Could you put it on?"

I got up off the chair, and kneeled down in front of
the TV.  I could feel his eyes on my rear as I leaned
forward, and stuck the DVD into the player.  I
straightened back up, but I felt all nervous and hot
now from his gaze.  Still, sitting on the floor, I
pulled off my hoodie, giving him an even better look
at my bikini-clad body.

The movie started playing, but there were these big
black bars at the top and bottom of the screen.

"Oh no.  This is the wide screen version.  Maybe I'd
better flip it over."

I leaned forward again, starting to feel a little
naughty for teasing him in this way.  He straightened
up in his chair, evidently trying to hide a developing
hard-on.  Had I gone too far?  I hadn't really meant
anything by it.  I just thought it would be kind of
funny to test him a bit, see how he would react.  He
was looking at me more seriously now, wondering
perhaps if I was coming on to him.  That wasn't really
what I was intending though, so I decided to beat a
hasty retreat to my room, before he got other ideas. 
It was kind of fun though teasing him, and seeing that
he was interested in me in that way.

Up on the second floor, there was no sign of my host
mom's kids Brandon and Jennifer.  They often went out
whenever their mom had a party.  I didn't really want
to go to the party either, but I hadn't made any other
plans.  I sat down, turned on my computer, and
connected to the internet.  I started up my chat
program, and sure enough, my boyfriend Ryosuke was
online.

"What are you doing?" I typed.

"I got that webcam you were asking about.  Do you want
to try?"

It took us a few minutes to get it all set up, but
soon, I could see his smiling face.

"Were you swimming?" he asked, noting my bikini.

"Yeah, I was at the beach with Asuna.  What are you up
to now?  Loretta's having a party, but I'd rather go
out.  Are you busy?"

"Oh, I don't know.  I was planning on just staying in
tonight, and taking it easy."

I was kind of disappointed to hear this.  I wanted to
go out.

"Is there anything I can do to change our mind?" I
whispered into the mike.  He raised an eyebrow curious
as to what I had in mind.  I got up, closed the door,
and came back.

"Like what?"

"Oh I don't know," I answered, playing hard to get. 
"I was thinking of having a shower."

He gave me this kind of funny look.  I could tell he
wanted to see me.  He was just too lazy to get ready,
and come out.

"Nah, I think I'll pass for today.  I appreciate the
offer though."

Unwilling to give up so easily, I pulled the straps on
my bikini off my shoulders and down.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me?  I need
someone to scrub my back."  I don't know why, but for
some reason, I was getting a real kick out of this,
teasing him with my new play toy.  He licked his lips,
but just sat there staring blankly at the screen.  I
felt a bit embarrassed, but I finally undid my top and
took it off, showing him my bare breasts.  This
certainly got his interest because he perked right up.

"Can you show me a bit more?"

Shivering a bit from the embarrassment, I stood up,
and slowly pulled down my bottoms, showing him my
pussy and then my behind.  He wiped some drool from
the corner of his mouth, and I was sure I had him,
till the doorbell rang downstairs.

"Oh, shoot!  Loretta's guests are here."  I sat back
down on the chair, but somehow this interruption had
broken the spell.  His eyes narrowed.  He told me to
give him a call later, but I knew now it would be
almost impossible to lure him out.  He honestly did
seem very tired.  I was feeling more than a little
frustrated.  I hated it when he ignores me like this. 
Maybe I should go looking for a new boyfriend, someone
who's more interested in me.  I don't know.  There
must be someone like that out there somewhere.

I shut off the chat, wrapped a towel around me, and
snuck across to the bathroom.  I could hear the
guest's voices from downstairs.  Maybe I'll just stay
up here in my room all night.  Soon, though I heard
Loretta calling me from downstairs.

"Emi!  Emi!  Are you ready yet?  The guests are all
here."

I turned off the shower, and quickly dried myself off
with a towel.  Figuring everyone was still downstairs,
I came out into the hall still holding the towel
instead of wrapping it around me.

"I'm not quite ready yet.  You guys start eating
without me.  I'll get something later."

"K," she yelled back.  I turned around to go back to
the bathroom, but there standing in Loretta's doorway
was Hank.  He'd clearly been watching me the whole
time, getting a long look at my naked body.  I covered
my mouth in shock, and got so flustered I even dropped
my towel.

"It's OK," Hank told me, trying to calm me down. 
"You've got a great body," he noted, nodding down at
my bare breasts and bush.  I finally managed to pick
the towel, but I was so rattled I didn't know what to
do. I guess my teasing Hank earlier had got him
thinking about me, and he'd come upstairs to see what
I was up to.  I don't think he'd intended to spy on
me, but he was making no bones about staring at me
now.  Hopelessly embarrassed, I stormed back to my
room, and slammed the door.

I heard him gently knocking on it, whispering an
apology, but I was way too worked up to answer.  How
could I go and do such a stupid thing?  How would I
ever face him or Loretta again?

He eventually gave up, and went downstairs.  I lay
there on my bed playing over what had just happened in
my head for the longest time, but eventually started
feeling hungry.  I got dressed, and went downstairs to
the kitchen, but he came in to apologize again. 
Loretta clearly had no idea what had happened.  I felt
relieved in a way.  Perhaps this would all blow over
soon enough.

For the next little while, relations with Hank were
kind of strained.  He would look quite concerned
whenever he saw me as if he had done the most horrible
thing.  I eventually, realized I'd been overreacting a
bit.

Then, one night, I went out to supper with my friend
Satomi to Ryosuke's restaurant.  Ryosuke's boss, Mr.
Ueda was there, and he had treated us to a little
sake.  Ryosuke still had to clean up and everything,
so I ended up just coming straight home.  I was
feeling a little discouraged because I had wanted to
spend some time with Ryosuke, but it seems like he's
always so busy with work and stuff.

When I came in the door, Hank was there sitting in the
living room watching TV with the lights down low. 
Loretta, Brandon and Jennifer had apparently gone to
bed.

"You're home late," he noted.  I pulled off my shoes,
and stumbled in trying to shake off the effects of the
sake.

"Uh, yeah, sorry," I apologized, pulling my hair back
out of my eyes.  "You're here late too.  Are you
sleeping over?" I asked, curious.  I'd long suspected
that Loretta and Hank were sleeping together, but this
was the first time I'd seen him here so late.

"No, I guess I'll be heading home soon.  I was just
sort of sitting here recharging my batteries for the
trek home," he smiled.  I went into the living room,
and tried to see what he was watching.  "Come on in,
and have a seat," he offered.  I looked at him a bit
surprised by his sudden friendliness.

"No, that's OK.  I think I'm going to go upstairs, and
have a shower."

He shot me a look, obviously remembering having caught
me coming out of the shower naked a few weeks before. 
I smiled wanly, nodded an apology, and quickly nipped
upstairs.  What did I have to go, and say that for? 
It'd taken us this long just to get back to talking
normal again, and here I'd gone and brought up the
whole thing again.  That was a silly thing to do.

I peeked out my door, just to make sure he was still
downstairs, and then quickly stripped out of my
clothes.  For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking
about that nigh.  What had he said?  'You have a nice
body.'  I was glad that someone appreciated it, what
with Ryosuke ignoring me so much lately.

I nipped across to the bathroom, had a quick shower,
and toweled off.  Back in my room, I pulled on a pair
of boy-style pj's.  Speaking of which, I have to pick
out something for Asuna's pajama party.  I wonder who
all will be there.

I was getting thirsty, so I headed back downstairs to
get a drink.  Hank was still sitting there quietly in
the dark watching some gothic monster movie.  I sat
down on the couch across from where he was sitting.

"So Emi, what are you up to these days?  I haven't
seen you for a while."

I eyed him a bit nervously.  I guess I'd been avoiding
him ever since that day.

"Not much," I answered blandly.  "My friend Asuna's
having a pajama party this Saturday," I added without
thinking.  He raised an eyebrow, obviously intrigued.

"What are you going to wear?" he asked.  I looked at
him cautiously, wondering why he seemed so interested.
 I guess it was a harmless enough question, but for
some reason, everything seemed to keep reminding me of
that night.

"I don't know.  I haven't really decided yet."

"What outfits were you thinking of?" he asked
obviously very curious.  I debated what to do for a
while, and finally decided to ask him for his opinion.

"OK, wait here.  I'll be right back."  I ran upstairs,
and fished through my drawers.  A lot of my pj's were
in the laundry, but I did find one long flower-print
nightgown and my frilly white baby doll nightie and
shorts.  That might be a bit much, but I decided to
bring it with me anyway.  I tiptoed back downstairs,
being careful not to wake Loretta.  I held up the
nightgown for him to see.

"How's this?"

"I can't really tell.  Maybe you'd better try it on,"
he suggested, his face smiling quietly in the light
from the TV.  I hesitated, a bit embarrassed.

"Try it on?" I asked, confused.  Was he asking me to
change right here in front of him?

"Yeah, sure.  In the kitchen or wherever."

I glanced over at the kitchen door, somewhat
uncertainly.  Surely, he wasn't going to try to spy on
me again, was he?  He kept smiling though, and nodding
for me to go ahead, so I finally went into the
kitchen, and closed the door.  I don't know why, but I
was starting to get all excited.  I checked the door,
just to make sure he wasn't trying to peek or
anything, and then undid the buttons on my top, and
pulled it off.  I wasn't wearing a bra, so I felt a
bit self-conscious standing here topless in the
kitchen.  I quickly pulled the nightgown on over my
head, and then shed my bottoms.  The gown wasn't
terribly low cut or anything, so I looked decent
enough.

I stepped out into the living room to show him.  I
already felt quite naughty because I wasn't wearing
anything underneath the gown.

"Nice," he grinned looking me up and down.  "What's
that other outfit?"

"Oh, that.  I don't think I can wear that one."

"Why not?  It looks nice."

"Yeah, it looks OK, but the panties tie at the sides,
and the bows keep coming loose."

He got up from his chair, and got me to show them to
him.

"Maybe you're not tying them on right.  Have you tied
a slip knot?"  His eyes were kind of shining in the
darkness, reflecting from the TV and the street lights
outside.

"What's that?"

"It's a special kind of knot sailors use.  I learned a
lot about knots when I used to work on a ship.  Here
try them on, and I'll show you."

I guess I sort of knew this was heading in a dangerous
direction, but for some reason, it all seemed pretty
reasonable at the time.  Maybe I was still feeling the
effects of the sake Id had earlier.  I gathered up my
pj's, and headed back to the kitchen to change again. 
I got the nightie on easily enough, but the strings on
the panties were as slippery as ever.  I tied them in
a bow as tightly as I could, and then cautiously
peeked out the door to the living room.

"This is kind of embarrassing," I blushed, hiding
behind the door.

"No worries.  Come on out and let me see."

I stepped out into the living room, and showed him.

"Wow!" he enthused.  "You look gorgeous."

I blushed covering my crotch with my hand.

"Hey, don't worry," he said.  "The hem is long enough
you could probably get away with wearing no panties at
all."

"Oh, I don't know," I shook my head.  "That might be a
bit much."

"Here let me see..."

I rubbed my face, my whole body burning with
embarrassment.  I slowly lifted up the hem of the
nightie showing him the silky white panties.

"Turn around," he told me.  I did.

"Wow!  You've got the cutest little a-..."  He broke
off mid-sentence.

"What?"

"No, nothing.  Here let me see the ties."

What was he going to say?  I have the cutest little
what, I wonder.  I went over, and stood in front of
the big armchair where he sat.  He motioned for me to
come closer.

"You're just using bows, are you?  No wonder."  He
gave one bow a gentle tug, and it came undone.  I
gasped as my panties slipped, and almost fell before
he caught them.  I now felt insanely exposed standing
here in the living room not far from the big picture
window with him holding my panty ties in his hands.

"So how do you make this slip knot, was it?" I asked
my voice quivering.  He made a loop with either end,
and then passed one loop inside the other, and then
tightened it.  It did look a bit safer than a simple
bow.

"Here.  You try?" he said pointing to the bow on the
other side.  I turned my back to him, and undid that
bow, while he quickly pulled apart his own slipknot. 
My pussy was starting to tingle like crazy.

"Here, sit down," he motioned pointing to his lap.  At
first, I resisted, but then he pulled the string he
was holding down, peeking in amusement at my bare
backside.

"Hey, cut that out!"  I quickly sat down on his knee
desperately trying to hide my rump.

"Honestly, Emi, I swear you've got the cutest ass I've
ever seen."

I grabbed one of the armrests trying to straighten up,
but clearly, I'd taken my teasing too far.  He'd
pulled my panties away from my rear, and was pulling
me back into him, letting me feel the size of his
erection.  When I grabbed the other armrest to get up,
he'd pulled my panties clear off.  I looked down in
shock at my exposed pussy, shining from the light from
the window.  He'd wrapped his strong hands around my
hips, and was rubbing the tent in his pants up in
between my legs.  Luckily, my squealing had woken up
Loretta.  We heard her get up, and come out to the top
of the stairs.

"Emi, is that you?"

On hearing her voice, Hank panicked, and I managed to
break free from his grasp, and stand up.  I turned to
look for my panties, but he just stared at my pussy in
fascination.  Oh god.  Now what do I do?

"Um, Loretta, yeah, it's me," I called up to her. 
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Is someone down there with you?"

A shiver ran up my spine, as I looked down at Hank. 
He was obviously too spooked to answer himself.

"Um, yeah, Hank and I were just watching some TV."

Suddenly, Loretta started coming down the stairs.

"Hank, darling, sorry I didn't realize you were still
here.  I must have drifted off."

Panicking, I sat back down on the couch, and pulled my
nightie down over my pussy.  Hank was really sweating
now.  I'd been in similar situations before sneaking
around with Ryosuke, but from the look of it this was
something new for him.  His face was pale as a ghost. 
Loretta came out into the living room.

"Emi, don't you have school tomorrow?  Shouldn't you
be getting to bed?"

I quickly got up, and scurried past her to the stairs.

"OK, good night, then."  I shot Hank an angry glance,
and then quickly scurried up the stairs.  It looked
like Loretta might have caught a brief glimpse of my
bare backside, but she didn't say anything, and
quickly turned back to Hank.  I wasn't sure how much
Loretta had heard or suspected.  I pulled on some
other bottoms, but I couldn't really hear what they
were talking about.  Fortunately, the next morning,
she seemed the same as ever.  I was so relieved.  I
promised myself for the hundredth time to be more
careful.  Hank seemed pretty edgy the next few times I
saw him, but at least, it looked like he learned his
lesson.

Anyway, talk to you soon.

Emi Tsuruta
My web site:
/~emitsuruta/


 
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