One day, not too long after our late night card game, I
headed over to Satomi’s dorm again. Takuya and Hiro
were there in her room talking with her. As I’ve been
telling you, she seemed to be spending more and more
time with them lately. I was starting to wonder if she
might have a thing for Hiro. Anyway, we chatted for a
while, and then, I got an idea.
“Hey guys. What say the four of us go out somewhere?” I
suggested. They all looked at me a bit surprised. I
guess I had been pretty coolish toward Takuya or Hiro
up until then, but slowly I was starting to warm to
them more. Satomi just kind of stared at me blankly.
“Like where?”
“The beach?” I suggested. I’d been avoiding going to
the pool ever since that time in the sauna, but I was
itching to go swimming somewhere. Satomi didn’t seem
keen though.
“The beach?” she moaned.
“Or maybe we could go shopping first. I want to get a
new swimsuit.”
“We just bought new suits a few months ago,” Satomi
frowned.
“Yeah, but you never wear yours, and mine is a bit
too…”
“Too what?” Takuya asked, obviously curious. I was
tempted to say ‘indecent.’ The suit I’d bought had an
indented seam that runs along my… you-know-what. I
couldn’t wear that in front of Takuya and Hiro.
“Anyway, I want a new suit,” I insisted.
“OK, when?” Hiro asked.
“Saturday.”
Everyone agreed. Both Hiro and Takuya seemed very
interested in clothes, at least more so than my
boyfriend Ryosuke. Ryosuke hates to shop, but
apparently, Takuya and Hiro had been to the big mall in
town quite a few times.
Anyway, that Saturday we headed out. We were walking
through the mall,
when suddenly this girl called out,
“Takuya! Hiro! Over here.”
The girl was Japanese, maybe 17 or 18 – around the same
age as Takuya and Hiro. She was a “Ganguro,” the
Japanese word for a girl with a deep tan. Her hair was
dyed blonde, and she wore bright pink lipstick, silver
eye shadow and lots of mascara. She had on a tight
fitting bubblegum pink halter, hip hugger jeans and a
low-slung gold belt. In high school in Japan, we
weren’t allowed to dye our hair, but every time I go
back, I’ve seen a lot of Ganguro girls in Shibuya and
places like that. It seems to be the fashion recently.
“Ooh, Yuuki. How’s it going?” Takuya smiled.
Satomi looked pretty shocked to see Takuya and Hiro
knew her. I guess we hadn’t really seen them hanging
around with any girls on campus at all besides us. I
eyed Yuuki suspiciously.
“Who are your friends?” she asked them, nodding towards
Satomi and me.
“This is Satomi, and that’s Emi. Satomi lives in our
dorm on campus.”
“Nice to meet you,” Yuuki smiled, sticking out her hand
for me to shake. I took it, a bit surprised she was so
friendly. Maybe she didn’t have designs on Takuya or
Hiro after all.
“Yuuki here runs her own store,” Takuya explained,
pointing to a cart in the middle of the aisle. We
walked over, and took a look. It was mostly Japanese
character goods: Hello Kitty, Sailor Moon or Hamtaro
cell phones, purses and umbrellas. I’d seen similar
things in other stores in Oceanview. It looks like
Japanese stuff is finally getting popular in the
States.
“Well, I don’t actually run it. I just take care of it
for Mr. Kishitani.
He brings all the stuff over.”
Here she was fresh out of high school and a
businesswoman already. I was impressed. Satomi didn’t
look quite so happy.
“Is there anything you are looking for?” Yuuki asked.
“Yeah, no, we came here to look at bathing suits. We’re
hoping to go to the beach some day soon.”
The boys smiled at me.
“Oh, I’m afraid I don’t have any bathing suits. Maybe I
could get Mr. Kishitani to order some. What kind were
you looking for?”
I was really surprised at how good she was at drumming
up business. She must be quite the salesgirl. While we
were standing there, a few guys stopped to check her
out. Maybe that’s why she dressed in such a gaudy way.
She was just trying to attract attention to her stall.
“No, that’s OK,” I assured her. “I hear there’s a new
store in the mall.”
“Bikini Typhoon!” she exclaimed. “Yeah, it’s just down
the way a little.”
Takuya and Hiro started chatting with her. I didn’t
really want to stand around listening to them. I
grabbed Satomi’s sleeve, and signaled that we should
leave.
“Hey listen, guys. I think we’re going to go on ahead.”
Takuya paused for a second, but then said, “Yeah, I
guess we’d better go too. Still it was nice seeing you
again, Yuuki.”
“Drop by anytime,” she purred. The way Yuuki batted her
eyelashes at the guys really seemed to be getting
Satomi all upset, but I wasn’t so worried. They didn’t
really seem that close anyway.
“What kind of stuff are you guys shopping for?” I
asked.
“Yeah, nothing. I think we’ll just tag along with you,”
Takuya smiled. Ever since I said we were looking for
swimsuits, they both seemed interested. Guys are so
easy to figure out sometimes.
We walked down a bit further, and found Bikini Typhoon
right away. It turned out to be kind of a cool place.
The salesclerk was a woman in her thirties, and she
said hi when we walked in. I really like their taste.
The inside has done up in a Polynesian theme with these
really brightly colored suits and pareos and Hawaiian
music playing. It reminded me of when I lived in
Honolulu when I was little.
Satomi seemed a bit self-conscious about looking at
swimsuits while Hiro was there. The guys seemed quite
curious though to see what we would choose. I don’t
suppose they’d ever gone swimsuit shopping with girls
before.
“What kind are you looking for?” the saleswoman asked
Satomi. Her nametag said Patricia.
“Some kind of one-piece maybe.”
Takuya rolled his eyes. I don’t suppose many girls wear
one-pieces in Oceanview. All the American girls seem to
dress in these skimpy little bikinis. Patricia pulled a
couple off the rack for Satomi to try. I looked to see
what else they had. I tend to like colorful suits:
bright orange or lime green.
They didn’t have exactly what I was looking for, but I
picked out a pink and yellow floral pattern one and
another lavender and blue one. There was another solid
pink one, that looked alright, but it had a thong back.
Maybe I’d better save that one for later. I took the
other two, and headed back to the change rooms. Takuya
and Hiro were kind of hovering around outside Satomi’s
booth. Her curtain didn’t quite seem to shut all the
way.
“Hey!” I yelled at them, trying to get them to back
off.
“What?” Satomi asked from behind the curtain.
“Oh nothing.”
If she hasn’t noticed, it’s no use getting her all
upset. I couldn’t get the two of them to go away, but
anyway, they promised to be good. I went into my change
room, but its curtain didn’t shut all the way either.
Why are all the change rooms here like that? It’s
almost as if someone makes them that way on purpose. I
tried hiding in the corner, but they were full-length
mirrors on all the walls. No wonder those two were
trying to peek in on Satomi. There was nowhere to hide.
“How are you getting along over there?” I called over
to Satomi, a bit worried.
“I’m almost ready,” she said cheerfully.
I was glad she didn’t seem concerned about the flimsy
curtains. I’m probably overreacting. I hung the bikinis
on the hook. The floral one had side ties, so I decided
to try the lavender one first. There’s no sense getting
them all worked up right away. I glanced back out the
opening, but they weren’t peeking in on me. It looked
like they were standing a little further over closer to
Satomi’s booth. I hope they’re not peeking in on her.
Suddenly, Takuya’s booming voice rang out.
“If either of you girls needs any help, I’d be glad to
oblige. I used to work for Mizuno.”
We all laughed. Mizuno is the biggest maker of
swimsuits in Japan. Obviously he was joking.
“Oh really?” I teased. “You never mentioned that. When
was this?”
“Oh, for a couple of years now. I’m in the ladies
fitting department.”
We all got a good laugh out of that. He was a funny
guy. I finally relaxed, and took off my shoes and
socks.
“They taught me how to do up those little hooks at the
back of the bra part,” he went on. “There’s a trick to
it, you know.”
I pulled my t-shirt off up over my head, and then undid
the button on my jeans. I slid my pants down my legs,
and stepped out of them, feeling a little twinge of
excitement, standing there in my undies.
“Would you like me to show you?” he offered cheerfully.
“Mine’s a one-piece,” Satomi reminded us. “It doesn’t
have any hooks.”
“Emi?” he said, peering in through the opening. I’d
just taken off my bra, but I held it against my breasts
until he backed away again. He was a cheeky little
devil. I kept watching the opening as I pulled down my
panties, and took them off. It felt so weird stripping
naked knowing they were standing right there just
outside.
Suddenly, I heard Satomi’s curtain open, and the two
boys let out a whoop.
“Ooooh!”
I wanted to see too, so I pulled the curtain around my
naked body, and stuck my head out the door. Satomi’s
swimsuit was a lot bigger and bulkier than the ones I’d
picked out, but it was cut fairly high up her legs. She
kind of hid her hips with her hands, looking so
embarrassed. Patricia came back into the change room
area, peering over at Satomi curiously.
“Do you have anything a little more… I don’t know…”
Satomi pointed at how bare her hips were.
“A little less revealing?” Patricia said. “I don’t
know. That’s sort of the fashion now. It’s supposed to
make your legs look longer.”
Takuya and Hiro both nodded their approval.
“Can I see the back?” I said. Satomi reluctantly turned
around, and showed us. Satomi has fairly wide hips and
the swimsuit was hugging her pudgy little rear pretty
snugly. Takuya and Hiro looked at each other grinning
like idiots.
“If you don’t like the high cut legs, maybe you should
try a bikini,” I suggested. I’d been trying to get her
to buy a bikini for ages. Like I said, a lot of the
American girls at the main beach wear these skimpy
little things, so you have to dress pretty racy if you
want the guys to notice you.
She looked over at Hiro, and he nodded eagerly. Takuya,
who is really tall, was peering over my shoulder into
my change room. I suddenly realized he could see my
bare bottom in the mirror. A shiver of embarrassment
ran up my spine. I froze, panicking, not sure what to
do.
“Do you have your swimsuit on, Emi?” he asked,
obviously knowing full well I didn’t.
“N-no,” I stuttered. “You guys just go help Satomi pick
out another suit. I’ll be out in a sec.”
Satomi and Hiro followed Patricia back out into the
store, but Takuya continued to stand there checking me
out in the mirror.
“I can’t very well get changed with you standing right
there watching!” I yelled at him. He raised an eyebrow
curiously. He was obviously very excited to see me
naked, and to be honest so was I. He finally bowed his
head, and retreated.
“Take your time,” he called back to me.
I was so worked up by then my hands were all shaking. I
took a deep breath, finally, taking the lavender bikini
top off the hanger. How do I manage to get myself into
these situations? I swear I didn’t do it on purpose,
not this time anyway. Still it was pretty exciting.
I quickly put on the bra and then the bottoms. The suit
looked OK, but was a bit big for my liking. There’s no
point in showing it to the others. I stripped back out
of it, and then took down the bra from the floral one.
I heard Satomi and them coming back. She suddenly
peeked her head into my booth.
“Are you ready yet?”
“Kyaaa!” I screamed, covering my pubic hair with my
hands.
“Oh sorry. I thought you were dressed.”
Takuya was peering over her shoulder, but luckily it
looked like Hiro was behind them and too short to see
past. I motioned for her to close the curtain.
“Ooops. Sorry. Sorry,” she kept apologizing. I was so
surprised because it’s not like Satomi to do something
like that. Normally she’s the one trying to get me to
cover up. I guess she didn’t mean it though, but still!
I quickly pulled on the bottoms, went out, and showed
them. Takuya was grinning at me slyly, and Hiro was
staring wide-eyed. Satomi covered her mouth. It’s not
like that bikini was indecent or anything. It covered
more of me than some of my bikinis. I guess it was the
ties at the side and back that was getting them all
worked up. I twirled around to show them my rear.
“You look…” Takuya started to say. You could tell he
wanted to say something rude, but held back at the last
minute. Patricia came back, and asked, “How is it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think it’s quite my style
somehow.” I peered over at Takuya, batting my eyelashes
at him, flirting a bit I guess, and then headed back
into my change booth. I took off the bra, pulled my t-
shirt back on, and took off the bottoms. Then I
suddenly remembered the pink bikini I saw earlier.
“Satomi? Satomi?” I called.
“I’m changing,” she answered.
I peeked out. Takuya and Hiro were still standing there
looking ever so pleased with the whole situation.
“Could one of you bring me that pink bikini over there
on the far wall?”
They quickly scurried off to get it, but Hiro brought
back something completely different.
“That’s more of a cream color,” I corrected him. Takuya
brought another.
“No, that’s peach.” Obviously they didn’t know their
colors. I pulled the hem of my t-shirt down as best I
could to cover my pussy and bottom. It wasn’t really
long enough to serve as a skirt, but if I stretched it
out all the way, it seemed to cover up my important
parts.
I softly tiptoed out to the door to the change area,
feeling a twinge of excitement as cool air from the
mall blew in, and tickled me between my bare legs. I
tried not to let on how excited I was getting, and
looked over at where Hiro and Takuya were pointing to
all these different swimsuits.
“No, no, that’s not it at all.” I began to wonder if
they were doing it on purpose, pointing to every other
possible suit except the one I wanted. I finally got
fed up. I peered out down the aisle, trying to see
where Patricia and the other customers had got to. They
seemed to be off at the front somewhere.
Satomi hadn’t come out yet either, so I carefully
tiptoed out into the store, nervously holding the hem
of my t-shirt down over my privates. I was getting
butterflies in my tummy, because I wasn’t wearing
anything under the t-shirt. People kept walking by in
the mall outside, reminding me of the time Ryosuke and
I went bikini shopping together, and ended up doing it
in the change room. That was in a different mall thank
goodness, but seriously, I was getting so aroused
coming out into the store in just my t-shirt it wasn’t
even funny.
I nodded up at the bikini I wanted, high up on the
rack, hoping they’d get it down for me, so I could run
right back. They kept right on pointing at other ones.
Pretty obviously they were just teasing me now. There
was only one pink bikini up there on the top rack where
I was nodding. Then, Takuya leaned over, placing his
hand on the small of my back, and whispered in my ear,
“Maybe you’d better just reach up, and get it
yourself.”
I don’t think that either of them had realized I was
naked under the t-shirt yet, but they probably knew
something was going on by how tightly I was clutching
the hem. I wonder how they’d react if I gave them a
little peek. I glanced back at the front of the store,
and Takuya straightened up to full size to shield me.
Hiro was just standing there blinking probably not
realizing what Takuya had suggested. I looked up at the
bikini way above my head, and then discreetly let go of
the back of my t-shirt. The hem sprang way up exposing
my bare behind. I felt my buttocks cheek with my hand,
intensely embarrassed, but amazingly it looked like
neither Takuya nor Hiro had realized I was naked yet.
Probably they thought I still had on that last bikini.
For some reason, that made me braver still. I reached
up with my free hand for the bikini, but it was too
high to reach. I could feel the hem creeping even
further up my behind. I looked down trying to get up my
nerve. I finally let go of the front of the t-shirt
too. The hem popped right up exposing my pussy to both
of them. Hiro was so shocked he went to lean on one of
the other racks, but fell right into it. I glanced down
at my pussy, my furry black bush in plain view right
here in the middle of the store, and then looked up
bashfully at Takuya.
“Woops! I forget I didn’t have any bottoms on,” I
giggled. Takuya just stood there gaping down at me, the
front of his pants swelling. I reached up again for the
suit, finally getting up on my tiptoes to reach. The
hem of my t-shirt sprung way up above my bellybutton
now as I stretched to reach. The feeling of the cool
store air swirling around my privates was driving me
absolutely crazy. I was spiraling up on a wave of
embarrassment and deliciously naughty excitement.
Still, I knew that it was way too dangerous to stay out
in the middle of the store like that. As soon as I got
the suit, I dashed back for the change rooms. I was so
buzzed with excitement I stuck my head into Satomi’s
change room to see how she was doing. She had bikini
bottoms on, but the top was wrapped around her ribs
while she figured the top straps out.
“Maybe you should get Takuya to help,” I teased.
“Moh!” she pouted chasing me out. And not a moment too
soon, because Takuya and Hiro soon bounded into the
outer changing area where I was standing.
“Kyaa!” I shrieked, dashing into my own changing
cubicle. I was so aroused now though, I couldn’t settle
down no matter what I did. I knew I shouldn’t have
teased Takuya and Hiro like that, but it was so much
fun seeing the expressions on their faces. They were
shocked, of course, that I would do such a thing, but I
could also tell they were excited – they were lusting
after me. That’ll teach them to treat me like an older
sister.
I took a few more deep breaths, trying to settle down,
trying to concentrate. Maybe I’m getting a little bit
out of hand here. I’ve got to slow down. I shouldn’t
get their expectations up. I guess I shouldn’t really
do this kind of thing when Ryosuke isn’t around.
Futoshi and them were kind of cool with it, but I guess
I really don’t know Takuya and Hiro that well. Maybe I
was kind of angry at them for flirting with that Yuuki
girl after all. What does she have that Satomi and I
don’t?
I finally took the bikini off the hanger, and pulled it
on. I could see Takuya and Hiro milling around outside
restlessly. I guess I’d better go apologize. I took a
look at this bikini in the mirror. It wasn’t going to
win me any modesty prizes – the thong at the back was
wedged so far up my buttocks you could barely see it –
but at least it was more decent than the white strong
bikini I’d bought that spring. This one was more straps
than strings although it still tied up at the sides and
back. I liked the way it looked. The pink would attract
attention without being too obscene.
I went back out. Satomi was standing there blushing in
her bikini, but the two boys were staring at me,
breathing heavily with this scary look in their eyes.
“Sorry about that,” I bowed. “I honestly didn’t
realize.”
“What happened?” Satomi asked.
“Oh, nothing. Forget about it. So are you going to take
that bikini? I think it looks good on you.” I was
babbling again, trying to get their attention off me,
so they wouldn’t notice how excited I’d become. You
could probably see my nipples sticking out through the
material of the bikini bra.
The two boys finally turned to look at Satomi. Her
swimsuit had rather a tame pattern, white lilies or
something on a light blue background, but even so, it
was the sexiest swimsuit I’d seen her wear yet. It did
cover most of her rear, but it had the side ties, which
I like.
“You both look great!” Takuya grinned. I swatted him
gently on the back of the head, and everyone laughed.
Both Satomi and I decided to take the suits we were
wearing.
Anyway, I guess I’d better save the beach story for
next time. Talk to you soon.