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 First Time Modeling

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: This is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know a bit more about my friends and me, drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/

   When I was little, my father took my mom, my sister and me to visit one
of his old classmates from university, Russell Crane.  Mr.  Crane worked as
an architect, and I remember us staying a night in his beautiful chalet in
the mountains near the ski resort Tahoe.  After that, my father mentioned
Mr.  Crane once in a while, and had been vaguely hinting that now that I
was living in California instead of Japan, I should go up, and visit him.
Oceanview isn't really all that close to Tahoe, so for the longest time, I
put it off.  Then one day, our old friend Kiyomi invited my boyfriend
Ryosuke and me to come up, and see her in San Francisco.  Ryosuke couldn't
go, so I ended up going alone, and took a train inland to see Mr.  Crane
from there.

   I arranged to meet Mr.  Crane in this fancy restaurant in town.  He was
tall, dark and handsome with the same sideburns and debonair moustache.  He
looked like a throwback to an earlier time, but he was quite charming for a
man his age.  He was very gallant, holding doors open for me, and treating
me to dinner.  I wondered why he had never gotten married.

   "When your dad was young," Mr.  Crane told me, "he was terribly shy.  He
came to the parties, of course, but tended to hang around the edges while
the rest of us danced.  He was a bit of a character though.  I guess we
shouldn't have laughed, but sometimes it was pretty hilarious how he would
always be apologizing for things that weren't even his fault.  He was a
good sport about it though, and obviously a nice guy."

   It was interesting hearing all this because my picture of my father was
so different.  He acted very stern around me, telling me what to do, but I
guess I could see the shyness.  My father never did talk much.

   Soon though, it started getting late, so Mr.  Crane dropped me off at
the bus station.  It was only after I waved goodbye that I realized I
didn't have my suitcase with me.  Oh no.  I must have left it back at the
restaurant.  I headed out towards the restaurant, but it started to rain. I
made my way, shielding myself under store awnings along the way, but by the
time I got there, all the lights were out, and the door was locked.

   Not sure what else to do, I phoned Mr.  Crane, and explained my
situation.  He kindly offered to come pick me up, and bring me back to his
place to stay the night, so I could pick up my suitcase in the morning.  Of
course, I don't usually stay at strange men's houses, but my bus ticket was
in my bag, so I didn't really have much choice.

   Mr.  Crane drove me up the mountainside through the forest until we
finally came to his house.  It was even more picturesque than I remembered.
From the outside, it looked like a ski chalet with a sharply tilted shingle
roof, but inside, it had an open design with plush carpeting and all this
glass and wood paneling.  He'd designed it himself, and had obviously put a
lot of work into it.

   "Here.  You'd better get out of those wet clothes," he suggested,
throwing me a towel.  I did feel all wet and clammy from the rain.

   "Could I use your shower?" I asked hesitantly, feeling a bit awkward
being alone with him.  He was a handsome man.  'How many women had been
here before me?' I wondered.

   "Sure.  Go ahead.  It's just down there through the bedroom."

   His whole chalet was like a model home out of an interior design
magazine.  The bathroom was all marble and mirrors and spotlessly clean.  I
guess I should have expected this.  He was an architect after all, but
everything was just so perfect.  Had he been expecting guests?  Was there a
woman in his life?  All these questions kept running through my mind, as I
stripped down, and got into the shower.  The shower even had a detachable
handheld shower head just like in Japan.  I was deeply impressed.

   As I was drying myself off, I noticed a photograph on the door.  It was
of a brunette woman in a loose fitting white smock.  She was leaning
forward preparing a bath perhaps, but you could see down her top that she
wasn't wearing anything underneath.  I was a little bit shocked.  What was
this picture of a nude woman doing in his bathroom?  Soon I realized that I
didn't have any dry clothes to change into.  Wrapping a towel around me, I
tiptoed out to the door.

   "Could I borrow some pajamas or something?" I called out.

   "Help yourself.  My clothes are in the walk-in closet there," he called
back.

   I found the closet easily enough.  It was huge, much bigger than any
closet I'd ever seen.  He had these long rows of neatly pressed trousers,
suit jackets and white shirts, some made of silk.  I didn't see any
pajamas, and in any case, I felt like an intruder foraging around in his
closet.  I grabbed one of the more casual looking white shirts, and pulled
it on.  It was a bit big, but at least it more or less covered me up.  I
felt naked without panties though.  I continued to rummage around looking
for a pair of bottoms, but I couldn't find anything that would fit.  He was
quite a bit taller than me.

   "Did you find something?" he asked, suddenly right behind me.  My heart
skipped a beat, as I pulled the shirt hem down around my bare behind.  My
hello kitty was tingling like crazy though.  "Oh, sorry.  I didn't mean to
startle you," he intoned more softly.

   "Um...  yeah...  I'm fine," I lied, nervous being alone with him in his
bedroom.

   "I'm just working in the den.  Would you like something to drink?" he
asked walking back.

   "Just water, if you have it," I replied.  I still felt jittery from
being pantiless, but reluctantly followed him out.  "Um, where am I going
to sleep tonight?"

   Mr.  Crane went behind the bar, and pulled out some fresh lemons,
offering to make me some lemonade.  I smiled, and nodded.

   "You can sleep in my bed if you like."

   I opened my eyes wide in shock, thinking he was suggesting we sleep
together.

   "Oh, don't worry.  I can sleep in the cot up in the loft."

   "Oh no.  I don't want to take your bed from you," I protested.

   "No, that's alright.  It's no bother really."

   I didn't want to put him out, but he seemed fine with this plan.  I
wondered if I should phone Ryosuke, but couldn't get up the nerve.  I
couldn't help feeling guilty about all this.

   Mr.  Crane handed me a glass of the lemonade he'd made.  Still feeling
giddy from being commando, I wandered out to the living room to look out
the huge picture window into the valley.

   "That's such a beautiful view," I told him.  I looked back around the
room, and noticed a closed door.  "Where does that lead?"

   "That?  Oh, that's my dark room."

   "A dark room?  What's that?"

   "For developing photographs.  I guess people don't use them anymore, but
a few years back, all photographers had one."

   "Can I see?" I asked, curious.  I take pictures, more with my smartphone
than a camera.

   He got up, and opened the door.  The light on the ceiling was red and
very dim.  He had prints hung up to dry from ropes.  Some of the pictures
were of lodges, ski chalets and mountains, but a couple of the pictures
were of women.  When I looked closer, I realized that some of the women
were naked.

   "What are these?"

   "Oh, nudes," he smirked.  "I dabble in nude photography."

   I grimaced.  'Were these women his girlfriends?' I wondered.

   "Oh, it's all quite innocent I assure you," he rushed to explain.  "Most
of them are models I hire." 'Most of them...?'

   I examined the women more closely.  They were blonde mostly, tall
American women with large breasts, like real models.  It made me feel
strange, looking at all these pictures of nude women with him.  Because he
was my dad's friend, I thought he'd be serious like my dad, not some kind
of bachelor playboy.  My heart sped up as I mulled this over.  Here I am
alone and barely dressed with this charming womanizer.  What on earth am I
doing?

   We came back out into the living room, and it was only then that I
noticed this long set of magazines lined up on one shelf.  Playboy
magazine, the binding said.  Oh my!  What a huge collection he has, and he
keeps them right out in the open, not embarrassed by it at all.

   "Would you like to see my portfolio?" he went on.  My pussy was tingling
more than ever, but I finally nodded.  He got out a big photo album, and
started leafing through, showing me.  The first part was all landscapes,
but once we got through that, we came to a whole long section of nudes. 
Some of the shots were taken outdoors, near his chalet I guess, but even in
those shots, the women seemed quite comfortable, relaxed and smiling,
obviously at ease even though they were naked.  Seeing all these women made
me wonder what it would be like...  to be photographed in the nude I mean.
There was no way he could know about my 'hobby,' but my face flushed hot as
I realized we shared a common interest in the outdoors.  It was spooky
almost, because I don't think I'd ever met anyone who was so open about
nudity.

   While I was lost in my thoughts, he suddenly asked,

   "Would you pose for me?"

   I stared at him, worried that he'd guessed my secret.

   "Uh, no.  I could never...," I protested.  His eyes drifted down to my
cleavage peeking out from between the sides of my shirt.  He wasn't staring
exactly, but he had this wistful look in his eyes as he watched me.  "Maybe
I'd better get some sleep," I blurted out, all flustered now.  He nodded
calmly, motioned for me to use his bed, and said good night.

   Once safe inside his bedroom, I closed the door, and took a deep breath,
my heart beating away in my chest.  He hadn't really said so, but was he
asking me to pose nude?  What on earth was he thinking?  I guess my walking
around in this shirt hadn't helped matters, but even so...

   I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and then slid into bed.  The sheets
were so soft, and smelled so fresh and clean.  I felt a bit like a princess
surrounded by such luxury.  I lay awake for a while, thinking about Mr. 
Crane and the life he must lead.  To be so well off and yet have no
girlfriend, no wife.  He must be very lonely.  It was hard for me to
understand.

   The next morning, I awoke to a rap on the door.  The morning sun was
streaming in through the window.

   "Emi, are you awake?  What would you like for breakfast?"

   Wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I got up, and went over to the door. 
Russell was in the kitchen, rattling away, making something.

   "Some pancakes perhaps?  Or some fruit salad?" he offered.

   "Um, yeah, whatever is easiest," I mumbled, still a bit groggy.  I
climbed up on a bar stool, but winced a bit as I felt the cool leather on
my bare bottom.  Worried that it was showing, I pulled the shirt tails down
to cover up.  Russell seemed remarkably cheerful.

   "Did you sleep well?" he beamed.

   "Yes, fine."

   "After breakfast, once you're ready, we can go to the restaurant, and
see if they have your bag."

   Somehow in all the excitement, I'd almost forgotten about that.  I had
to admit that staying in this beautiful chalet made it feel like a
vacation. I didn't want to go home, not yet.  Last night, he'd asked me to
pose nude (?), but since I seemed reluctant, he was suddenly in a rush to
get rid of me.  Did he not like me?  All the women in his photos were big
vivacious blondes.  Didn't I have charms of my own?  He hadn't even seen me
naked yet, so why was he giving up so easily?

   Of course, the whole idea was kind of silly.  He was my father's friend,
twice my age, not someone I could bring home to mother.  If I did pose nude
for him, what would I tell my father?  Was Russell planning on selling my
pictures?  This was all so wrong, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. 
We just sat down to breakfast, when I let slip,

   "What do you do with those photographs after you take them?"

   "Which photographs?" he asked, playing dumb.

   "The nudes I mean."

   "Oh, those ones.  I guess it all depends." He didn't seem in any great
rush to tell me.

   "Do you sell them?" I asked glancing over at the Playboys on his book
shelf.

   "Oh no.  Not usually.  Mostly, I just keep them ...  or give them to the
model." He seemed awfully standoffish now, quite different from the hungry
look of the night before.

   "What I mean is if you were to take pictures of me..."

   His eyes suddenly lit up.

   "So you are interested after all!" he beamed.

   "Oh no, no.  Don't get the wrong idea!" I certainly didn't want him
telling my dad that I'd offered to pose nude for him.  My dad had raised me
to be a proper little lady.  He'd be terribly shocked if he knew I was here
alone in Russell's bachelor pad.

   "I was just curious.  That's all." I guess he could sense my hesitance,
because he stopped teasing, and let it drop.  I finished off the last of my
pancakes in silence.

   "Can I use your shower?" I asked.

   "Yeah, be my guest." He looked a bit repentant for teasing me, but I
could tell he was wondering if I was just being coy.  After all, I'd been
lounging around, in one of his dress shirts, letting him see my cleavage
and bare thighs.  I wasn't trying to tease him, although I guess it might
have looked that way.  I wasn't used to the whole situation - staying in
this luxurious house, his kindness, his offer to take my picture.  Japanese
guys aren't that forward I guess.

   Anyway, I dashed off to have a shower.  Coming out of the shower, I
realized that my clean clothes were still in my bag at the restaurant. 
Wrapping a fresh towel around me, I opened the bedroom door a crack, and
called out.

   "Um, Mr.  Crane, do you have anything else I could wear?"

   "Oh, help yourself to whatever you like in my closet there," he called
back.  I wandered into his closet, and looked through for something I could
wear.  His shirts, trousers, jackets and sweaters were way too large for
me. Finally, I spotted something that might do, a beige poncho, sort of
like a wool blanket with a round hole in the middle.  Dropping my towel, I
pulled the poncho on over my head.  It hung down to my thighs, but the
problem was that it was all open at the sides.  I dug out my panties from
the day before, but they needed washing.  I rinsed them out in the sink,
but I couldn't very well wear them soaking wet.  Now what do I do?

   "Um, Mr.  Crane, do you think you could go to the restaurant, and pick
up my bag for me?"

   "Sweetie, I think you should be there to make sure we get the right
bag."

   I paced back and forth in front of the mirror, trying to tell if I could
get away with wearing this poncho outside.  It was fairly large, but I felt
terribly nervous with no panties on.  Slowly, I gathered my courage, and
went out into the living room, trying to hold the sides still, so he
wouldn't see in.  Mr.  Crane broke out into a big smile as soon as he saw
me.

   "You look great!  Let's go."

   He gathered his car keys and a biggish black bag, and then waited at the
front entrance, while I squatted down to pull on my shoes.  At first, I
thought he was just watching me tie my shoes, but when I followed his gaze
downward, I suddenly realized that he could probably see the curve of my
bare behind.  I quickly did up my shoes, and stood back up, but I felt all
hot and embarrassed.  Well, it wasn't like he'd never seen a naked woman
before, but I wasn't so used to being naked in front of a strange western
man.

   Once we got outside, I could feel the cool mountain breeze swirling all
around my body.  In the car, I felt a bit safer, but when he turned to
watch as I did up my seat belt, I regretted sitting up front.  The slit in
my poncho ran right up my side, so he could see my bare thigh, hips and
even my tummy.  I felt terribly exposed sitting right next to him with so
much bare skin showing.

   When we got to the restaurant, he parked out in front.  I carefully held
the sides of the poncho together as we made our way in.  Luckily, the staff
was there, and they had my suitcase with my bus tickets and everything.  I
was so relieved!  I thanked them, and then we brought the suitcase back out
to the car, as I puzzled over where I could change.  I guess I could have
asked in the restaurant, but I was worried that it might have seemed a bit
strange going in in a poncho and coming out in a completely different
outfit.

   "Do you want me to drop you off at the bus station?" Russell asked,
trying not to smile.

   "Here.  Let me check the schedule." I had to let go of the poncho to use
my phone.  I hid from him on the far side of the car, but the back kept
billowing up in the breeze exposing my bare bottom to the empty street. 
"The next train to Oceanview isn't for another three hours."

   "If you'd like, I can take you back to the house.  It will be warmer
there."

   I studied his face, trying to tell if he was hitting on me.

   "Um, yeah, that's fine.  I have to give this back to you," I said
gesturing at the poncho.  He smiled a bit when I said this making me wonder
if he knew I was naked.  I got into the front seat, and straightened the
poncho, so he wouldn't be able to see in.

   As we drove back, Russell turned off onto a winding road that headed
further up the mountain.

   "Here.  Since we have some time now, there's something I want to show
you."

   My heart sped up at this sudden change of course.  Where was he taking
me?  Soon though, he pulled into a small roadside parking lot overlooking
the town down in the valley below.

   "What is this?"

   "It's just a lookout.  I thought you might like the view." He got his
camera out of the back seat, and then went over to the edge to take some
pictures.  I cautiously got out of the car, but the wind was quite strong
this high up, and kept blowing my poncho all over the place.  As if that
wasn't bad enough, there was a truck parked nearby, and the driver had
gotten out to take a look.  A whole stream of cars was driving by on the
highway behind us.

   I paused beside the car trying to figure out how to hold my poncho down.
The back kept billowing up exposing my bare bottom.  This is crazy.  What
on earth am I doing out here anyway?  If I had any sense, I would get back
into the car.  One good thing though was that none of the cars going by
seemed to have noticed.  The long truck was in the way, and the drivers
were focusing on the road, I told myself.

   Russell was standing at the railing, and motioned for me to come join
him.  Was he trying to get me to pose naked for him?  To tell you the
truth, I didn't mind Russell so much, but a bigger problem was the truck
driver.  He was standing a little ways off, but probably close enough to
see if my poncho flipped up.  Beyond him, there were a few more tourists
standing at the rails.

   I stood there hiding behind the car for the longest time.  Russell
looked over at the truck driver.  I guess he could tell that's what I was
worried about.  The truck driver had turned his back to us, gazing out at
the view.

   Russell had been so kind to me these last two days I almost felt like I
should repay him somehow.  If I'm going to do this, I'd better move
quickly. The longer we stay out here, the greater the chance that someone
might notice.

   I clutched the sides of the poncho trying to hold it together, and
cautiously stepped out from behind the car.  The truck driver was still
facing the other way.  Russell looked at me, clearly quite curious.

   Once I reached the railing, he began snapping pictures of me.  I tried
to smile and pose, but I was still worried about the truck driver.  He
still had his back to us, and it looked like he was heading back towards
his truck.

   Russell motioned for me to fix my hair, which was blowing all over in
the wind.  That would mean letting go of my poncho though.  I wasn't sure
what to do, but the feeling of the breeze on my body was getting me all
excited.  I finally let go, and looked to see his reaction, as my pussy
drifted into view.  He opened his eyes wide in mock shock, and I could tell
he was pleased.  For my part, I was getting terribly excited standing out
here naked in such a public place.

   The wind was blowing quite strongly causing my poncho to ripple up out
of control.  I guess that was making it hard for Russell to take good
pictures because he came closer, and motioned for me to take the poncho
off. I was still worried about the truck driver and other tourists, but we
didn't have much time, so I finally pulled the poncho off, and handed it to
him.  At first, I felt terribly embarrassed to be out here in the nude, and
hid from the cars behind the marker stone, but soon I walked down the
railing a little ways, striking poses, savoring the feeling.

   Russell seemed nervous though, and soon signaled to head back.  I walked
to the car realizing far too late that the truck driver had come round
behind our car, and was staring right at me.  I hurried to get into the
car, but Russell stopped me.

   "Wait!  Let me get a few shots by the car."

   The truck driver was right there, but he was smiling quite enjoying my
crazy stunt.  Russell motioned for me to show them my backside, so I did. I
swear I was so excited it wasn't even funny.

   "Wave to him," Russell joked.  I felt silly, but I waved.  The guy gave
me a toothy grin, obviously delighted.  I finally got in the car, doing my
seatbelt up in a vain effort to cover up.  Russell came around to the
driver's side, staring at my breasts as he got in.  I looked down at the
wispy strands of my black pubic hair, still electrified by what I'd just
done.  Russell looked me over, clearly ecstatic that I'd stripped, but
eventually, handed me my poncho.  I pulled it up against me covering my
front, but I couldn't really put it on with my seat belt on.  I glanced
around trying to find the truck driver, worried that he still might be
watching.

   Russell started the car, and backed out.  The truck driver walked along
next to our car, still trying to get another look at me.  Russell finally
pulled out onto the highway, and we were away.  I was glad to leave the
truck driver behind, but my heart was still beating away like a jackhammer.
I knew what I had done was wrong, but I felt so alive, so exhilarated. 
Russell glanced over, a bit surprised that I hadn't gotten back dressed
yet.

   "Aren't you going to put on the poncho?" he asked nervously.  I'd seen
this kind of reaction before in my boyfriend Ryosuke.  He was the one who'd
always push me into stripping naked, but then he'd get all worried about
people seeing us.

   "Um yeah.  I guess you're right," I breathed huskily.  I was trying my
best to hide it, but to tell the truth, at that moment, I was so turned on
that getting dressed was the last thing on my mind.  Even so, I didn't want
him to know what a naughty girl I am.  If word of this got back to my
parents...

   I pulled the poncho away from me, exposing my breasts, mulling over how
to get it on.  Russell was trying to keep his eyes on the road, but he kept
glancing over this way, fascinated by my immodesty.  It slowly dawned on me
that he must feel guilty for luring the innocent (?) young daughter of his
college friend into posing naked for him.

   Setting the poncho aside, I undid my seatbelt.  I turned around, and got
up onto my knees on the seat, and reached into the back.  I think the
oncoming drivers could see my bare bottom.

   "Emi!  What on earth are you doing?" Russell cried out.  "People can see
you.  Get down!"

   "I'm just trying to get my suitcase," I explained.  "Where is it?"

   "It's in the trunk.  Now get down from there."

   "Oh," I gulped.  I felt kind of foolish, but I was having too good of a
time teasing him.  I glanced back out the window trying to tell if anyone
was noticing me flashing myself.  I think some of the drivers did notice,
but just for a second, and then we drove on past.

   Eventually, I got down, and sat in my seat.  I was so excited.  Russell
kept glancing over at me clearly fascinated.

   "Could you stop the car, so we can get my clothes from my suitcase?" I
asked, coyly.

   "Why don't you just put the poncho back on till we get home?"

   "Oh please Russell.  Pull over.  I want my own clothes!"

   He looked at me, nervous, but he eventually pulled over to the side of
the road, and stopped.  He went to fetch my suitcase.  I glanced out at the
passing cars wondering if I could risk getting out too.  I probably
shouldn't tease Russell much more.  He was getting worried, but I was
actually so glad he seemed cool with all of this.  It's not so often that
people will let me do things like this.

   Russell came back with my suitcase, and passed it in to me.  I pulled
out a cream cashmere sweater, and pulled it on.  Russell continued to peer
down at my pussy, worried but excited.  He motioned for me to get dressed
though, the worry winning out.  I pulled on a skirt, but I felt
disappointed.  Once I was dressed, he started the car, and we went back to
his place.

   "Don't tell my dad about this, OK?" I asked.

   "Huh?"

   "Swear you won't tell anyone!"

   He rubbed his face, still a bit in shock at my transformation from his
friend's pure innocent daughter into this brazen exhibitionist.

   "Russell!" I squealed.

   "OK, OK.  I won't tell anyone," he finally agreed.  "I can't believe you
did that!"

   "You were the one who asked me to pose nude for you."

   Clearly I was making him nervous.  We talked over the situation, and he
agreed to hide the photographs, and not show them to anyone.  If I wanted
copies, he said he could make some for me.  It all seemed too risky, so I
told him to just hold onto them for now.

   The other elephant in the room was whether I should sleep with him. 
Neither of us had even mentioned the possibility although I think we were
both attracted to each other.  I had to go in any case, so he drove me to
the bus station.  I kind of left it up in the air about when or if I'd come
back.  It'd been a strange trip, but anyway, that was my first try at
modeling.

   Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/