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 At a Baseball Game

   By Emi Tsuruta

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

   Last summer, my boyfriend Ryosuke and I took the train to Los Angeles to
meet up with some friends of ours, and go see a baseball game.  I don't
think I've ever told you about them before, but they're just some students
we met in a Japanese restaurant here in Oceanview one night.  There were
two girls: Haruko and Misae.  Haruko is, I think, the same age as me, and
Misae might be a bit younger.  Koji is kind of like their bodyguard.  He's
a big guy who looks a bit like a sumo wrestler.  They were talking in
Japanese, and neither Ryosuke nor I had seen them around before, so Ryosuke
went over, and said hi.  We got to talking about travelling and California,
and we found we had a lot in common.  They left Oceanview the next day, but
we've been emailing back and forth ever since.

   Anyway, one day, I got an email from Haruko saying they were all going
to see a baseball game in L.A., and they wanted to know if Ryosuke and I
would come.  The baseball stadium was having a Japan special because
Seattle was coming to play, so it was like L.A.'s pitcher Nomo against
Ichiro, who plays for Seattle.  Maybe you don't know them, but they are
like two of the most famous players in Japan.  I used to watch high school
baseball in Japan with my dad before I moved here to the States, but
actually, I don't really know that much about baseball here.  Still, I
thought it would be fun to see Ichiro because...  well I don't know, I
guess he's kind of handsome.  Haruko and Misae seemed all excited about it
too, and it would be fun to see them all again.

   Because we had to take the train all the way from Oceanview, Ryosuke and
I arrived a bit late, and we finally found Haruko and Misae and them.  The
Japan special seats were all in the outer loge near right field where
Ichiro plays.  There were so many Japanese people there I felt like I was
home again.  Haruko and Misae were pretending to be all angry with us for
being late, but finally, I squished past all the people on the row, and sat
down next to them.  Haruko and Misae introduced me to their other friends.
An American guy, Steve, was sitting next to Haruko, and I guess he was her
date or whatever.  Some other people they knew were sitting down in the
front row, so they took me down to introduce them.  The usher came, and
told us to move back to our seats, but Misae and them were pretending they
couldn't speak English, and eventually, he just left us alone.

   Ryosuke doesn't like to be so crowded in, so he sat up with Koji in the
back row.  Haruko and Steve were sitting in the next row down.  There
wasn't really any place for us to sit at the front, so after I'd met
Misae's friends, we went back up, and sat next to Haruko.

   Anyway, we finally got all settled in, and watched the game.  I didn't
really recognize any of the players except for Ichiro and Nomo.  Steve and
Ryosuke told us that you could tell how good someone was by looking at the
statistics on the scoreboard.  Above us, there was another balcony, so we
couldn't really see the big video screens or the scoreboard so well.  A
couple of times, I went down to the front to chat with Misae's friends, and
try to figure out the scoreboard, but after a while I just came back up,
sat in my seat, and watched the game.  Every time Ichiro came up to bat, we
would all cheer.

   I turned around to talk to Ryosuke, but then I noticed that both he and
Koji were staring at my hips.  It was kind of hot that day, so I was just
wearing this really loose pair of sweatpants and a camisole.  Camisoles
were kind of coming in then, and so were low-rise sweatpants.  Anyway, the
drawstring around my waist must have come undone, because my pants had slid
down a bit, and were hanging low on my hips, leaving me with a breezy
feeling on my butt cheeks.  I pulled my pants up, and tried to fix the
string, but Ryosuke shot me a look like he wanted me to leave my pants low.

   I felt torn.  I know that Ryosuke wants me to show off my body more, but
it was embarrassing with Haruko and her friends here.  I tried to focus on
the game, but soon I could feel Koji and Ryosuke staring at my bare
shoulders.  My camisole has thin spaghetti straps, so you could see my bra
straps too.  I hadn't really thought much about it when I got dressed - a
lot of girls dress like this these days - but I guess it does look a bit
risqu,, showing your underwear.  My bra wasn't that frilly, but I guess you
could tell it was a bra and not a halter.

   I could tell they were staring, and it was making me nervous.  To try to
get away from them, I went down to the front row again.  As I walked down
the stairs, other guys looked over, checking me out.  I stayed there for a
while, and calmed down a bit, but soon there was a break in the game, so I
walked back up to get something to drink.  I could see the bewildered look
on these guys' faces as I walked up.  I looked down, and my sweatpants had
slid so low that you could see my hip bones and large swaths of bare flesh.
I felt a bit anxious, but I just left my pants like that, and got Ryosuke
to come with me.  We headed off around the back to look for something to
drink.

   "You look so amazing like that."

   I looked down, blushing, but managed a,

   "Thanks."

   "You know what, Emi?  Can you do me a favor?"

   "What?"

   "Take off your underwear."

   "What?  No!"

   "I'm not asking you to flash or anything.  I just think it'd be pretty
exciting if both you and I knew that you don't have any underwear on.  A
camisole is already like underwear, isn't it?"

   I looked at him, not surprised really, but a bit worried about what
everyone would think.

   "Really?  I don't know if that's such a good idea."

   "Oh please.  I know you want to try.  I could see you back there
creaming your panties every time Ichiro turned this way."

   "I was not."

   "Care to show me?" He tried to corner me, but I just ran away.

   "Oh c'mon, Emi.  Don't be that way.  Give me a kiss at least."

   I pretended to pout for a bit, but I finally went over, and let him kiss
me.  Maybe I was a bit excited, not so much about Ichiro, but just from
walking around in these hip huggers with all these guys checking me out. 
Ryosuke stood in line to buy me a drink, while I slipped off to the
washroom to take off my underwear.  It was a relief to have the bra off in
a way.  It was pretty embarrassing having everyone stare at it.  Going
pantiless was a different story though.  It felt a bit drafty down there
with only my sweatpants to cover me.  I stuffed my underwear into my purse,
and went back out to meet Ryosuke.

   "Show me," he asked.

   "No way!" I ran all the way back to our section, and squeezed past Steve
and Haruko to my seat.  Ryosuke handed me my drink, and then sat down next
to Koji in the row behind us.  I felt much randier than before.  When my
straps fell off my shoulders, I just left them.  I leaned forward to get
something out of my purse, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Steve
staring down my top.  Misae elbowed me in the ribs, and whispered,

   "Your nipples are showing."

   Hearing that got me even more excited.  I straightened up, and smiled
apologetically at her, but Steve was now adjusting his collar. 
Fortunately, Haruko hadn't noticed.

   After a while, I forgot about my clothes, and got into the game more.  I
wanted to get a picture of Ichiro up close, so I walked down the stairs,
and stood right at the edge of the balcony.  When I came back up, a whole
bunch of guys were staring at me.  I finally realized that the waistband on
my pants had fallen so low you could almost see where my pubic hair starts.
Without bothering to fix it, I squeezed past Steve and Haruko again, and
sat down.  Steve peered over at me, and I wondered if he'd seen my pubes. I
tried to act normal, but I was getting more and more excited.  The whole
situation just seemed so charged for some reason.

   Soon, Ichiro was up at bat again, and he got a hit.  We all jumped up,
and yelled out to cheer him on.  When I looked down, my pants were hanging
so low you could see the crack of my bottom.  I looked back at Ryosuke, but
he just grinned, delighted.  I was in such a naughty mood, when I sat back
down, I deliberately slid my behind along the seat pulling my bottoms down
even more.  I could feel the cold plastic of the seat on my rear, but I
pretended like nothing was wrong.

   Misae and Haruko were so excited about Ichiro getting a hit that they
weren't really paying any attention to me.  Everyone sat back down, and was
watching the game.  I wanted some popcorn, so I got up, and kneeled on my
seat reaching for the box Ryosuke was holding.  Koji's eyes went wide as he
stared at my breasts and hips.  Maybe he could see my nipples.  Misae
scowled at me, annoyed.  Apparently, some of the guys in front of us had
turned to stare at me.

   The next batter - I don't know his name - got a hit too, and Ichiro got
to run.  I jumped up to cheer, but my pants were hanging pretty
precariously now.  It felt like they might fall down any second.  I glanced
back at Ryosuke.  He looked pretty excited.  Koji was trying to pretend
like he hadn't noticed, but the look on his face was just so funny.  I sat
back down on the edge of my seat letting them see my bare bottom, and then
slowly slid back into my seat.  My bush was still more or less covered -
barely, but nothing was covering my naked hiney.  I nervously tugged on my
camisole, but it wasn't long enough to help.  I felt so embarrassed, but I
wasn't sure what to do.  I should probably pull my sweatpants back up, but
I was having too much fun teasing Ryosuke.

   The next guy up struck out.  It got so there were two outs, and Ichiro
was on third base obviously hoping to run home.  There was so much tension
in the air because our whole section wanted to see Ichiro score a run.  The
next guy up must have been a good batter because everyone started cheering.
I made a bet with myself.  If this man gets a hit, and pushes Ichiro home,
I'll stand up, and flash my bottom.  If he strikes out, I'll pull my pants
back up, and go back to acting like a lady.

   The pitcher tossed a couple of balls on purpose, and the crowd started
booing.  I tried to stay calm, but I was getting all jittery from the
excitement.  I was so excited I slid my hand down the front of my pants,
and started dabbing at my hello kitty.  I felt so naughty doing this in the
crowded stadium.  I looked back at Ryosuke, and he just smiled.

   Koji was still pretending to watch the game, but kept glancing down at
me.  The pitcher finally started throwing for real, but the Seattle batter
missed the next two.  The whole stadium went quiet.  Someone yelled,

   "Gambare!" meaning something like 'show us what you've got' in Japanese.
I was almost about to chicken out, but then Ichiro's teammate got a hit,
and everyone jumped up.  I stayed seated, waiting to see if Ichiro made it
home, but I couldn't see.  I stood up, but by some miracle, my waistband
caught on the curve of my rear, keeping my pants up.  Koji and Ryosuke
could see quite a bit of my butt cheeks, but I couldn't push my pants down
further with everyone watching.

   Ichiro made it home, and our section went wild, cheering, and hugging
each other.  I gave Misae a hug, and then Haruko and Steve.  As he pulled
away, Steve peered down at my tits.  I guess I must have brushed my
bra-less breasts against his chest when I hugged him.  I blushed when I
realized, but I was so turned on.

   I looked back to see what Ryosuke made of my tomfoolery, and he gave me
a somewhat edgy smile.  I don't usually flaunt my body when there are so
many people watching, but I was just so charged up that day.  It was just
the excitement of the game and the crowd and getting to see Ichiro.  I was
on a natural high.  I reached up, and gave Ryosuke a hug.  He reached for
my waistband, but not sure what he was up to, I held him just out of reach.
I gave Koji a hug too, pressing my breasts against his wide chest.

   The whole crowd was chanting "Ichiro!  Ichiro!" and then on the big
screen, we could see ourselves.  I started dancing, and soon the camera
focused in on me.  I lifted up my top, and showed them my belly button, and
the crowd was all clapping and cheering me on.  I came very close to
flashing my breasts, but before I got up the nerve, the big screen changed
to something else.  I was so disappointed.  I missed my chance.

   Almost everyone sat back down, but I continued to stand, trying to see
who was coming up to bat next.  A lot of guys were staring at me now, and
Misae tugged on my arm trying to get me to sit back down.  I finally did,
but the cold plastic of the seat gave me a start when I touched down.  I
was so horny by then I swear.  I honestly felt like pushing my bottoms
down, and taking them off.  I resisted the urge, but finally decided to go
sit next to Ryosuke for protection.

   "Haruko, can you let me by?" I asked.  She pulled her knees in, and
Steve held out his hand, guiding me past.  He seemed very interested in my
tummy, scanning for signs of pubic hair perhaps.  I was going to squeeze
past Koji too, but Ryosuke came out to the aisle, worried about me now it
turned out.  He led me up to the hallway behind the seats.

   "Emi, I hate to say this, but maybe you'd better tone it down.  I can't
believe you did that dance when the camera was on you."

   "I don't know why.  I just feel so free..." I fiddled with my waistband,
still half wondering if I could take my pants off, but there were people
wandering around in the hall.  Ryosuke led me into a stairwell to get away
from prying eyes.  I ran up ahead of him, so he could see my bare hips.

   We went all the way up to the fifth level.  There didn't seem to be
anyone sitting up here.  We both sat down in the back row, and looked out.
The players looked so small you'd need binoculars to really tell who was
who.  There didn't even seem to be any ushers up here.

   Without really thinking it through, I leaned forward lifting up my
bottom, and pulled my sweatpants down till they were hanging around my
knees.  Ryosuke glanced around worried that someone might be watching.  I
don't know what I was thinking, but I slid my hand down between my legs,
fiddling with my hello kitty.  Ryosuke pointed towards the big screens, and
said,

   "What if the cameramen find you?"

   I just giggled, and leaned over, and kissed him.

   "Then they'll see I guess." I was pretty sure that the cameras never
come up this high.  The cameramen have to cover the game after all.  Still,
it was hard to know for sure.  They'd just been shooting me a few minutes
ago, and now here I was sitting here with my pussy showing.

   "I'm going to blame it all on you, you know," I teased, kissing him some
more.  For some reason, I just found the whole thing so funny.  Here, we
were, sitting in the middle of this crowded stadium, with the game still
on, and Ichiro down there somewhere.  Fingering my flipper, I was coming
dangerously close to orgasm.  I kissed him to try to shut him up, and
again, more passionately now.

   "You're crazy, you know?" he said, between kisses.  He was right, of
course.  This was crazy.  Normally, I'd never do anything like this, but
somehow being miles from Oceanview and everyone I knew made me braver than
I've ever been before.  I was just getting so into it.  I kissed him,
trying to get him hot for me.

   "I think we'd better settle down, and watch the game," he finally told
me.

   I just looked at him, a bit put off.  How could he be so calm with me
sitting here half naked like this?  I sat back in my seat, but I was still
so horny.  I was too excited now to focus on the game.  Finally, I lifted
my knees up, and pulled my sweatpants down till they were hanging around my
ankles.  I set my feet down on the back of the seats in the row in front of
ours, and then spread my legs wide open flashing my pussy at the whole
stadium.  I'd lost it.  I was so turned on I didn't know what I was doing
anymore.  The feeling of the sun and the air on my open pussy was just
fantastic.  I could really feel the orgasm coming on now.

   Ryosuke was having a bird though.  He tried to pull the bottom of my
camisole down to cover up my bush.  I just sat there feeling myself get
wetter and wetter.  The camisole wasn't really long enough, so eventually,
he gave up trying to fix it.  I pulled it back up and spread my legs as far
apart as they would go, savoring the wonderful tingling feeling between my
legs.

   "I guess Ichiro gets that a lot," Ryosuke quipped.

   "What?"

   "Gorgeous girls showing him their pussies.  'Ichiro, come fuck me,'" he
joked imitating a girl's voice.  I looked at him, and broke out laughing,
pulling my legs back together.  He is pretty funny sometimes.

   "No, seriously Ryosuke.  I don't know why.  I just feel so..."

   "So what do you want to do?"

   "Something crazy!"

   "Like what?"

   "I don't know.  Flash my breasts or something."

   "You've already flashed a lot more than that."

   "Yeah, but no one can see us up here."

   Ryosuke scanned over towards the entrance, and his eyes narrowed.  I
quickly pulled up my pants, and then turned to see an usher standing at the
top of the stairs.  It was hard to tell how long he had been there, but
he'd obviously been watching us.  I hope he didn't see me flashing my
pussy. We quickly got up, and walked out past him.  I could feel his eyes
glued to my rear as we walked away.

   "Do you want to flash him?" Ryosuke whispered, nodding towards the
usher.

   "No, thanks."

   "Who then?"

   "Let's go down to the first floor, and see if we can get a picture of
Ichiro." We walked all the way down, but it was absolutely hopeless.  We
couldn't get anywhere near the dugout.  I guess that only makes sense. 
Still, I was so disappointed.  I really wanted to see Ichiro.  When he was
out on the field, he didn't even look our way.  On our way back up, we did
find a place in the corridor by the concessions where we could look out,
and see the game.  We were still pretty far away, but at least we could
sort of see Ichiro's face way out in right field.  I leaned on the railing,
and put my hand up my camisole from underneath.

   "What are you doing?" Ryosuke asked.

   "I just want to flash him my breasts."

   Ryosuke stood right behind me trying to shield me from the view of the
concession stand cashiers.  I lifted my camisole up a little, but I was
having trouble getting up the nerve to actually do it.  I didn't think
anyone would be able to see us from this distance, least of all Ichiro, but
still it took a lot of nerve to go through with it.  I'd seen American
girls do this kind of stuff at concerts, but it's not as easy as it looks.
I pulled the hem up a bit more, and finally decided to try.  I yelled out
"Ichiro!" and then pulled up my top to show him my breasts.  As far as I
could tell no one heard me, or looked this way.  I got really offended, and
decided to take my top right off.  If that doesn't get him to look...

   I looked up and down the hallway to make sure no one was coming, and
then pulled one arm out.  Ryosuke shielded my body from view, but didn't
stop me.  I pulled the camisole off over my head, and soon I was standing
there topless.  I started to wonder if I could take off my bottoms too, but
Ryosuke nodded towards a security guard who was coming this way, so I
quickly hid behind him, and pulled my top back on.  There were just too
many people around.  We went back to Misae and them, and I tried to settle
back down.

   After the game, we all went out to supper, and then we had to head back
to Oceanview.  I know it seems like I am always doing crazy things, but
that day has to be one of the craziest.  Anyway, that's all for now.  I'll
try to write again soon.

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