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 Bikini Shopping with the Boys

   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/

   One day, I headed over to my friend Satomi's dorm.  The two of us go to
Oceanview U.  in a small beach resort town south of Los Angeles in
California.  Satomi was talking with Takuya and Hiro, two Japanese boys who
were staying in the dorm for the summer.  Satomi is a sweet girl and a dear
friend, but she's always been a bit shy when it comes to boys.  She seemed
to be hitting it off with Hiro though, so I was happy about that.

   Takuya and Hiro are both from Kansai in the western part of Japan.  They
are a couple of years younger than Satomi and I, but I find Takuya in
particular pretty funny.  He's tall, wears horn rimmed glasses, and talks
in this exaggerated formal way trying to get laughs.  Hiro is much shorter,
but he looks like a teen idol from one of those boy groups.  He's not my
type exactly, but he is soft on Satomi, and she seemed to like him too.

   "Hey.  Do you guys want to go out sometime?" I suggested.  They all
looked surprised.  Satomi is always wary of moving too fast.  Takuya
probably thought I was angry at him for all the pranks he'd played on me,
but I wasn't really.  I did want to help Satomi get together with Hiro.

   "Like where?" Satomi asked.

   "How about the beach?"

   "The beach?  Not again!" Satomi moaned.  I often drag her to the beach,
but we'd never been with the guys.

   "Or maybe we could go shopping first," I singsonged.  "I want to get a
new swimsuit."

   "We just bought new suits a few months ago," she complained.

   "Yeah, but you never wear yours, and mine is a bit too..."

   "Too what?" Takuya perked up.  I was tempted to say 'indecent.' The suit
I'd bought had an indented seam that runs along the crack of my yoohoo.  I
couldn't very well wear that in front of Takuya and Hiro.  They already
have the impression that I'm a bit of a 'bad' girl.

   "Anyway, I want a new suit," I insisted.

   "OK.  When?" Hiro asked.

   "Saturday."

   The boys were game.  I think Satomi didn't want them to see her in a
bikini, but to my mind, she's just being silly.  She has a great body -
sizeable breasts, a slender waist, and cute bottom.  The guys would love it
if she ever let them see.

   Anyway, that Saturday, we got together, and headed for the mall.  As we
walked through, this girl called out,

   "Takuya!  Hiro!  Over here."

   The girl was Japanese, maybe 18 years old.  She was a 'Ganguro,' a girl
with a deep tan and dyed blonde hair.  She had on bright pink lipstick,
silver eye shadow and lots of mascara.  She wore a tight-fitting bubblegum
pink halter, hip hugger jeans and a low-slung gold belt.  You don't see a
lot of girls dressed like this in the States, but I'd seen it in Tokyo
before.  It was quite the trend at one point.

   "Ooh, Yuuki.  How's it going?" Takuya smiled.

   Satomi didn't look so happy that they knew this girl.  I guess we hadn't
really seen them hanging around with other girls on campus.

   "Who are your friends?" Yuuki asked, 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, surprised she was so friendly.  Maybe she wasn't after Takuya or
Hiro after all.

   "Yuuki here runs her own store," Takuya explained, pointing to a cart in
the middle of the plaza.  It was mostly Japanese character goods: Hello
Kitty, Sailor Moon and Hamtaro cell phone cases, purses or umbrellas.  I'd
seen similar things in other stores in San Diego or L.A.  Japanese things
seem to be coming into fashion.  I was impressed by her drive.  Here she
was fresh out of high school and a businesswoman already.

   "I don't actually run it," Yuuki informed us.  "I just take care of it
for Mr.  Kishitani.  He brings all the stuff over from Japan.  Is there
anything you are looking for?"

   "Yeah, no, we came here to shop for bathing suits," I told her.

   "Oh, I'm afraid I don't have any bathing suits.  Maybe I could get Mr.
Kishitani to order some.  What kind are you looking for?"

   Yuuki was quite the salesgirl.  Guys who passed by kept stopping to
check her out.  I guess that's why she dressed in such a gaudy way.  She
was trying to attract customers.

   "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 kept talking with Yuuki, but I wanted to get moving, so
I grabbed Satomi's sleeve, and signaled her we should go.

   "Hey listen, guys.  We're going on ahead."

   Takuya paused for a second, but then finally told Yuuki,

   "I guess we'd better go too.  Anyway, nice to see you, Yuuki."

   "Drop by anytime," she purred.  Satomi seemed pretty jealous, but I
think she was worrying about nothing.  They didn't seem that close anyway.

   "Are you guys shopping for anything?" I asked.

   "No, not really.  We just thought we'd hang with you," Takuya grinned.
Satomi looked a bit anxious about the boys coming with us to the bikini
store, but she kept that to herself.

   We walked down a bit further, and found Bikini Typhoon.  It turned out
to be kind of a cool place.  The salesclerk was an American 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.

   "Can I help you?" the saleswoman asked us.  Her name tag said Patricia.

   "Some kind of one-piece maybe," Satomi murmured shyly.  Takuya rolled
his eyes.  Most of the girls on the beach in Oceanview wear these skimpy
little bikinis.  Patricia did manage to find a couple of one-pieces for
Satomi to try.

   I looked to see what else they had.  I was hoping to get a colorful
suit: 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 one.  There was another solid pink one that caught my eye,
but it looked a bit on the skimpy side.  Maybe I'd better save that one for
another time.

   I took the other two, and headed back to the fitting rooms.  Takuya and
Hiro had already followed Satomi to the back, and were lingering around
outside her booth.

   "Hey!  Give the girl some privacy," I barked.

   "What?" Satomi asked from behind the curtain.

   "It's OK, Satomi.  They're backing off."

   Takuya and Hiro moved away briefly, but I think as soon as I went into
my booth, they came back.  The curtains on these booths were kind of
flimsy, so I was worried they would see in.  I tried to move away from the
door, but there were full-length mirrors on the walls showing my
reflection. No wonder those two were trying to peek.  There was nowhere to
hide.

   "How are you getting along over there?" I called over to Satomi.

   "I'm almost ready," she said cheerfully.  It was good that she wasn't
freaked out by the curtains.  Maybe I'm overreacting.  I hung the bikinis
on the hook.  The floral one had side ties, so I decided to try on the more
conservative lavender one first.  I glanced back out the opening, but I
couldn't see the boys.  I hope they're not peeking in on Satomi.  Suddenly,
Takuya's booming voice rang out.

   "If either of you girls needs any help, I'd be glad to oblige.  I work
for Mizuno."

   I couldn't help but laugh.  Mizuno is the biggest maker of swimsuits in
Japan.

   "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."

   I laughed.  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
twinge of excitement, standing here in my undies.

   "Would you like me to show you?" Takuya offered cheerfully.

   "Mine's a one-piece," Satomi reminded us.  "It doesn't have any hooks."

   "Emi?" he said, peering in at me 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.

   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 more conservative 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, embarrassed.  Patricia came back, and
looked at Satomi.

   "Do you have anything a little more...?  I don't know..." Satomi
blushed.

   "A little less revealing?" Patricia said.  "That's sort of the fashion
now.  It's supposed to make your legs look longer."

   "Can I see the back?" I asked, still holding the curtain around my body.
Satomi reluctantly turned around, and showed us.  Satomi has fairly wide
hips, and the swimsuit was hugging her pudgy rear quite snugly.  Takuya and
Hiro exchanged smiles obviously impressed.

   "If you don't like the high cut legs, maybe you should try a bikini," I
suggested.  I'd been trying to get Satomi to buy a bikini for ages.  She
looked over at Hiro, and he nodded eagerly.  Takuya looked over this way,
peering over my shoulder into my fitting room.  I suddenly realized he was
looking at my bare bottom in the mirror.

   "What's your swimsuit like, Emi?" he teased, knowing full well I wasn't
wearing one.

   "Han- han- hang on," I stammered.  "You guys help Satomi pick out
another suit.  I'll be out in a sec." I pull the curtain back closed, my
heart beating away in my chest.  I hadn't really meant for him to see me
naked.  I have to be more careful.

   Satomi and Hiro followed Patricia out into the store, but Takuya stayed
here still trying to peek in on me.

   "I can't very well change with you watching!" I fumed.  He raised an
eyebrow, trying to think up a witty retort, but ultimately, bowed his head,
and backed away.

   "Take your time," he quipped.  It was hard to know what to make of
Takuya.  He knows I have a boyfriend, but he's always trying to spy on me,
or get me naked.  I guess I'm not completely innocent.  I'd teased him a
few times too.  He is such a joker it's hard to take him seriously.  He
reminds me a bit of Ryosuke, my boyfriend.

   Once Takuya backed off, I turned, and got the lavender bikini from its
hanger.  I quickly pulled on the bottoms and bra.  The suit looked OK, but
was a bit big for my liking.  There's no point in showing it to the others.
I stripped out of it, but by then, Satomi was back.

   "Are you ready yet?" she asked me.

   "Ju- ju- just a sec," I stuttered, rushing to get the other bikini off
its hanger.  Before I knew it, she pulled my curtain back a little, peeking
in.  "Careful!" I cried.  "Takuya's right there!"

   Sure enough, Takuya crowded closer, getting yet another glimpse of my
naked body.

   "Ooops.  Sorry.  I didn't realize you were naked," Satomi blushed,
pulling the curtain closed again.  I was so annoyed.  That's twice that
Takuya's seen me naked.  What does a girl have to do to get some privacy
here?

   I sat down on the little stool, and breathed in deep.  What should I do?
Neither time was my fault.  Satomi had probably learned her lesson too. 
Hopefully, nothing else will happen.

   Anyway, once I'd calmed down, I finally pulled on the pink and yellow
flower bikini.  It was a bit revealing, but not unreasonably so.  I took
another deep breath, and then went out to show them.

   Takuya and Hiro both broke out into wide grins.  Satomi covered her
mouth.  I don't think the bikini was indecent or anything.  Maybe they were
just reacting to the long ties at the side and back.

   "What?  What's wrong?" I asked.

   "You look..." Takuya started to say.  I could tell he was going to say
something rude, but held back at the last minute.  Patricia came back, and
asked,

   "How is it?"

   "I don't know.  My friends don't like it," I told her.  Takuya was about
to correct me, but I'd had enough of everyone looking so shocked.  I turned
tail, and headed back into the fitting room.  I felt a bit frustrated.  I
honestly wanted to buy a new swimsuit, but couldn't seem to find the right
one.  I took off the bikini top, pulled my t-shirt back on, and then took
off the bottoms.  Then I suddenly remembered the pink bikini I saw earlier.

   "Satomi?  Satomi?" I called out.

   "I'm changing," she answered.

   I peeked out.  Takuya and Hiro were still here.  I felt kind of naughty
standing here with no bottoms on, but I wanted to try that other swimsuit.

   "Could one of you bring me that pink bikini over there from the far
wall?"

   They quickly scurried off, but Hiro brought back a different one.

   "That's more of a cream color," I corrected him.  Takuya brought
another.

   "No, that's peach.  Pink is brighter, like bubblegum."

   They didn't know their colors.  I wanted to go get the suit, but I
wasn't sure if I was decent or not.  I examined myself over in the mirror.
I swear it looked like the hem of my t-shirt was long enough to cover
everything.  The two boys continued to point at suits.

   "No, no, not that one.  Not that one either." I began to wonder if they
were doing it on purpose, pointing to every possible swimsuit except the
one I wanted.  I probably should have pulled my jeans on, but that seemed
like a lot of bother.  Patricia was off at the front, and Satomi still
changing, so I cautiously stepped out, nervously fingering the hem hoping
it was long enough.

   I don't think Takuya nor Hiro noticed anything strange about my outfit
at first, but a much more serious problem was I was starting to get all
excited.  The two of them were right here, and down the aisle, I could see
tons of people walking by in the mall.  I sure hope they can't tell I'm
pantiless.  My hello kitty was tingling like crazy.  I'd better make this
quick.

   I looked up at the wall trying to find the pink bikini.  It was way up
on one of the top hangers.  When I went to lift my arm to point to it
though, I realized that this would drag the hem of my t-shirt up with it,
exposing my pussy and buns.  Takuya had already seen me naked, so I wasn't
so worried about him, but I wasn't sure how Hiro would react, and there was
also the matter of all those people out in the mall.

   I stood there hesitating for the longest time.  Takuya and Hiro were
looking at me expectantly, and I did want that suit.  Not really sure what
would happen, but too excited to stop, I slowly lifted my arm, and pointed
at the suit.  Takuya noticed my pussy right away, and Hiro following his
gaze, soon stared down in wonder at it as well.  I was trying to get them
to fetch the bikini, but they were too stunned by the sight of my furry
black bush to worry about anything else.  Me too actually.  I felt this
wave of embarrassment and pleasure wash over my body, as I exposed my most
precious goodies in the middle of this very public store.

   Giddy at my own naughtiness, I let my t-shirt float free, and stretched
way up on tiptoe trying to grab the suit's hanger.  I could feel the air
swirling around my bare bottom, and my pussy was heating up.  Hiro was so
mesmerized that when he went to lean on a clothes rack, he knocked it over
falling down on top of it with a horrible bang.

   "Careful!" I warned, a bit too late.  I wanted to see if he was alright,
but the sound of the crash caused people out front to stop, and look over
this way.  Suddenly, people were staring down the aisle, while I was
standing here with my arms up, showing off my bare behind.  I lowered my
arms, and hid behind the shelves as quick as I could, but I was worried
that some of them saw me.  Even Satomi called out from her fitting room,

   "What happened?"

   Hiro looked dazed of course, but he seemed fine.

   "It's OK.  It's nothing," I told her.  I looked up longingly at that
pink bikini.

   "Takuya, can you just grab it?" I pleaded.  "Quick before the people
come.  I can't reach."

   Takuya was shaking his head, still marveling that I'd come out, and
showed them my pussy.  I glanced down the aisle still thinking of trying to
grab it myself, but there were definitely people coming this way - two
American guys and a girl from the look of it.  I ran back to my fitting
room to hide before I really get in trouble.

   Through the curtain, I heard Patricia appear, and it sounded like she
helped Hiro up.  I wanted to ask Patricia to get down the pink bikini, but
I was worried that the people I'd seen coming down the aisle were out there
now, perhaps looking for me.  I kept quiet waiting for the hubbub to die
down.

   Minutes passed, and Satomi came out.  It sounded like things had calmed
down, so I stuck my head out.  Satomi was fully dressed, chatting with
Hiro. Takuya had wandered off somewhere.

   Now if I had any sense, I would have got back dressed too, but I still
kind of wanted to shop some more.  I pulled the hem of my t-shirt down over
my pussy, and cautiously stepped back out.  Hiro had his back to me, and
Satomi was telling him some story.  Down the aisle closer to the front of
the store, I noticed they had some cute tank tops.  I tiptoed down that way
just to take a quick look.  There was a smartly dressed Eurasian gentleman
there looking at the t-shirts on a table.  I felt quite nervous, because a
t-shirt was all I was wearing, but he seemed focused on shopping, so I
edged a bit closer.

   Takuya finally reappeared, apparently looking for me, but he was way off
at the back of the store still.  He looked worried about me.  I felt
terribly nervous too, wandering closer to the mall in this too short
t-shirt, but now that Takuya was guarding me again, I felt like having a
little fun.

   I moved in quite close to the Eurasian man, standing at the end of the
table he was browsing at.  He was deliberately ignoring me, trying to stay
out of trouble I guess.  There was another man further off near the
entrance, but he wasn't looking this way either.  Takuya was behind me down
the aisle, keeping an eye on me from afar.

   I rolled my t-shirt up at the back, and tucked it in, showing Takuya my
bare bottom.  Neither the Asian guy nor the guy with the shopping bags even
glanced this way.  They were both caught up in their own little worlds.

   The Eurasian guy though was circling around this way, so I had to keep
moving around the table, so he wouldn't see my bottom.  I was kind of
worried that the other guy would turn, and notice, but he was staring off
towards the entrance as if he was waiting for someone.

   The Eurasian guy wandered off without ever cluing in.  I was about to
call it a day, when out of nowhere up pops one of the American guys who
spotted me from the mall.  I'm pretty sure he was looking for me, so that
was kind of scary.  I hastily unfurled my t-shirt, and got it to cover the
top half of my butt cheeks.  Takuya whistled for me to come back towards
him, so I did as quickly as I could.  Rugged guy peered at me as I bolted
away, but he didn't chase after.

   "What are you doing?" Takuya scolded.  I signaled my apologies, and
dashed into the fitting room, finally pulling my undies and jeans back on.
My heart was still pounding away, but it looked like I'd got away with all
this silliness again.

   The boys looked disappointed when I came back out dressed.  Satomi had
one of the bikinis in her hand.

   "Are you getting that one?  It looked nice," I told her.  It had a
rather tame pattern, white lilies or something on a light blue background,
but this was her first bikini, so that was progress.

   "What about you?  Aren't you getting one?" she asked.

   "Maybe some other time." I pulled on my hat and sunglasses, hiding my
face, hoping to slip outside unnoticed.  The two boys and girl who'd seen
me were just outside the store, so that was kind of scary.  Once Satomi got
her suit, I hid behind Takuya as we left, not wanting to get into a wrangle
with the people.  We got out of there as fast as we could.

   Anyway, I'll save the beach story for next time.  I'll write again soon.

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