Caught 172

By Emi Tsuruta

In general, I am a pretty careful person. I look both ways before I cross the street. I check the weather before I go out, and bring an umbrella if the forecast is for rain. I carry mints, wetnaps and lipgloss in my purse, so I can freshen up. I also have a little mirror, bobby pins and a little sewing kit. I try to avoid sticky situations or bring along friends to back me up if I need rescuing. Which is why it is so strange that I've turned out the way I have, doing dangerous things, getting naked or whatever and sneaking around in public.

I mean I do try to be careful there too. Some of the time it's just me out in a quiet place with no one around, surrounded by trees, or on some remote trail to nowhere. When my boyfriend Ryosuke is there, he scouts around too, makes sure no one is coming, and signals me if there is. It is a bit different with my friends Satomi or Asuna, because they aren't 100% on board with me doing risky things, but even so, they do keep an eye out, and warn me if trouble is on its way.

Even so, despite all these precautions, all these friends helping me out, sometimes things happen. I'll admit it is pretty awkward getting caught. When people see me naked, they often looked spooked almost like they've seen a ghost or something. I try to take advantage of their confusion to scoot away to a safer place, somewhere where I can quickly get back dressed before anyone calls the police or whatever. I have been pretty lucky. Even the times I have gotten caught, people don't always react so swiftly, or they blink disbelieving their eyes. I manage to get away, or make out like it was an innocent mistake. This time though was a bit different. I got caught on camera without even realizing it, and... well, I'll tell you about it, and you'll see what I mean.

The day started out normal enough. I showered, dried off, and fixed my hair in the mirror. It was fall, so school had started again, but I still felt a bit excited from all the things Ryosuke and I had been doing together. I'd been outdoors a lot, swimming and stuff, but I didn't have much of a tan. I looked cute though, big black eyes, button nose, soft kissable pink lips. I just left my hair long hanging down at the sides round my face. I fingered my nipples and breasts, just kind of exploring, enjoying the feeling. I'd trimmed my black pubic hair, so you could kind of see my pussy lips peeking out from underneath. I am pretty happy with how I look these days, all those long hours at the pool swimming to keep in shape.

This was a school day though. I pulled on some undies, a pair of beige shorts, a cream crop top and sandals, and took the bus to campus. I ran up the steps of the Smith Building, found our lecture hall, and went in. Most of the other students were already there. The prof looked like he was about to start. Satomi had saved me a seat, so I climbed up the stairs, and sat next to her. She looked cute as always, eyes wide, hair dyed brown, overalls. She scrunched up her lips, kind of tut-tutting me for cutting things so close, but I was here now. No biggie.

Anyway, I got out my stuff, and got ready to take notes. A couple of rows down, there were a couple of tan blonde American guys. They had turned around, and were looking at me. They were tall, surfer types, but I didn't know them. I looked down at my outfit wondering if something was showing, but it turned out that it wasn't my clothes that had caught their attention.

"Hey, isn't that the girl from the video?" I thought I heard one guy whisper. Video? What video? Like a music video or something? I'm not in any videos. I wondered if they were talking about some other girl. Then, the other guy said something like,

"I don't know. If it is, she sure looks different with her clothes on."

Eep! I did my best to keep a straight face, but to tell you the truth, a chill ran up my spine. Oh no! My first thought was that maybe they were talking about a video Ryosuke took of me a year or two before, fooling around half naked at my house. Apparently, Kiyomi's boyfriend Eden saw it, but how would these guys get it? It must be some other video, but if so, what video? Who filmed it? Where? When? Who all knows about this? I'd kind of been worried about getting caught on camera, and now it seems like I had. This can't be good.

The prof noticed the two guys looking back at me, and cleared his throat to get them to face front. They turned back around, but I just sat there wracking my brain trying to figure out what 'video' they could be talking about. After class, I gave Ryosuke a call.

"Ryosuke! You've got to help me! Something horrible has happened!"

"Hey. Hey," he soothed. "Take it easy. What was it? What happened?"

"I think someone got a video of me. What did you do with that video you made at my house?"

"What? Oh that. It's locked up safe and sound. All our videos are. You don't have to worry about that. You know I'm careful."

He's probably right. I do trust him. He does kind of tease me sometimes, but I think deep down he doesn't want other guys filming me or whatever. He does get kind of jealous if he thinks guys are trying to sneak a picture of me.

We talked about some other possibilities, but actually, he didn't have any more idea of where this video came from than I did.

"Anyway, don't worry. I'll look into it, and get back to you."

I felt a bit better. Ryosuke is pretty good about getting to the bottom of things.

My next problem was these two boys. On campus, I started dressing more conservatively, wearing long sleeves, sunglasses and hats trying to hide what I look like.

A few days later, Ryosuke showed up just as I was about to go into that class. He was wearing a deerstalker cap, trying to make out like he was some kind of detective. I pointed out these two guys, and he took a picture of them.

"What are you going to do?" I whispered.

"I'm just going to ask around. Miguel might know something."

"Miguel? Oh don't tell your friends. I don't want everyone knowing about this."

"No, don't worry. It's cool. It's just that Miguel works in the campus media center. Whoever videoed you might have borrowed a camcorder or something, don't you think?"

"If you tell him about the video, he might see me naked..."

"Don't you want to find the video?"

I guess he is right, but jeez, I don't know how I feel about Miguel being in on this. I didn't really know him. I think he's Mexican or something, an exchange student like us. We don't even know what kind of video those guys were talking about. This could get pretty embarrassing.

Ryosuke gave me a kiss, and headed out. In class, the two surfer guys were still kind of eyeing me from a distance. I just played it cool, ignored them, and sat down next to Satomi. She had noticed Ryosuke, and raised her eyebrows, questioning why he was here, but I told her I'd explain later.

Ryosuke called me that night. The surfer guys' names were Roger and Ryan. There were studying social science, but were apparently not regulars at the media center. Maybe the cameraman was someone else.

"Miguel is still looking."

"What do you mean? What did you tell him?"

"I told you. Miguel's cool. He'll keep this under his hat. It's just he knows more about these kinds of things."

The way Ryosuke tells it, Miguel is some kind of expert on action cameras, little ones that people use to take videos on the sly. I only vaguely knew about such things at the time, but apparently, lots of guys sneak videos of girls, and upload them to the internet. The question was did someone get a video of me.

A week or two later, Ryosuke said Miguel had found some videos he thought might be me.

"What kind of videos?" I asked.

"Oh I don't know. All kinds of stuff. Voyeur shots from showers, locker rooms, girls' bedrooms."

All this talk was getting me more and more worried. I mean I knew some guys try to sneak shots of girls on the beach or wherever. When my family went to Dogashima, some guy on a balcony was taking pictures of my sister Norika running around in a short t-shirt one time. He probably got shots of her bare bottom and cooch. I took a look around on the internet after that, but I never found any pictures of her. I had kind of assumed he'd kept the pictures to himself. Thinking about it now, I've done plenty of things where I could get caught naked. Like I said, I try to be careful, but someone could have snuck up on me without me realizing.

"Do you want to go take a look at these videos, so you can check?"

I felt weird, but I guess it is better to act quickly, nip this in the bud before news spreads. After class, Ryosuke took me to Miguel's rooming house. It was near campus, just a big house, with a lot of different people living in separate rooms. His room was decorated normal. Miguel himself looks Mayan more than Spanish, but I guess he is fairly cute. He does have a Spanish accent, but I was used to it from Ricardo and Jorge, two guys who lived in Satomi's dorm one summer.

"Um. Hi Miguel. Nice to meet you," I blushed, a bit embarrassed. "Thanks for doing this."

"Yeah, show her what you found," Ryosuke nodded, all eager.

On his computer, Miguel called up a screen showing thumbnails of all these different clips.

"Are any of these you?" he asked. He scrolled through. One of them did look familiar. It was me in my poncho standing in line at this hot dog stand on the beach. Darn it! The memories all came flooding back.

It was fairly early in the summer. I'd been exercising all winter t o stay in shape, so I'd look good in my bikini. This was like one of the first days we got to go down, go to the beach, and show off. I was kind of proud of my body. Satomi and Asuna came with. We were all kind of excited that day, happy to get out, and do stuff now that the weather was warmer.

"What?" Miguel asked. "Do you see one with you in it?"

"Uh... I don't know," I hedged, not wanting to let on. I dug my smartphone out of my bag. "Could you put those clips on this? I'll doublecheck later."

Miguel looked a bit annoyed, but I think he suspected that he'd struck pay dirt. I was wearing dark sunglasses and a sombrero, so I guess it was hard to tell for sure, but Satomi was right there standing next to me. Ryosuke would surely recognize her. Miguel copied the files to my phone, and gave it back.

"Where did you find all these videos?"

"Just run a search for the file names," Miguel explained. "Do you want something to drink? A lemonade?"

"Yeah, sure."

He went off to the kitchen, and came back with drinks. Ryosuke asked Miguel about his job at the media center, and what he knew of Roger and Ryan. He didn't think it was them that took the video, but really there was no way to know for sure. Miguel says it's all anonymous. Anyone can upload anything, and no one knows who did it. Sounded so dangerous.

Anyway, we chatted for a while, but eventually, we had to get back to work. We thanked him, and headed out. Once we got outside, Ryosuke zeroed in right away,

"You found the video, didn't you?"

"Um, yeah. How do you delete it off the web?"

"We'll have to write to the webmaster. Which video is it?" he asked, clearly quite curious. Ryosuke was trying to be good, but his eyes had lit up, excited at the prospect of seeing me caught naked on camera by who knows who.

At the bus stop, we sat down on the bench. I didn't really want to show him, but he kept nodding insisting. Reluctantly, I found it, and called it up. Luckily, it was only a short clip, me standing there in my poncho. I don't look so indecent at first. The poncho went down to my knees, and at first everything was covered, but then a breeze blew in off the ocean, and suddenly, you can see the curve of my behind. You can tell I'm not wearing any underwear or bikini.

"That's not so bad," Ryosuke consoled me. "It's just a few seconds, and you can't even see your face."

"There might be more clips from that same day," I confessed.

"Oh? What all did you do?"

I thought back to that day. I really didn't want to tell Ryosuke the whole story, but I'll tell you now, just so you can understand better.

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I guess it all started when Asuna and I were trying to plan out what we would do that summer. We went shopping to the mall, looking for swimsuits. Ryosuke had kind of been pushing me to get a racier swimsuit, more sexy than the one piece navy racing suit I wore when I was in the swim club back in Japan. I couldn't find the perfect suit in the mall, but I did buy some sunglasses and cute hoop earrings.

I didn't really know how to shop online, but I finally found a swimsuit Ryosuke might like. It was this white bikini with side ties and a string-back bottom. It's the trend here in California. Guys seem to like my behind anyway, Ryosuke included.

I needed a cover-up to wear over it, so I ended up buying a poncho as well. In the picture, it had these big patches in navy, burgundy, pastel orange and royal yellow. When it arrived, I liked the feel, a soft stretch cotton maybe, but I couldn't quite figure out how to wear it. It's more like a shawl or a blanket than a poncho. I guess you are supposed to hang it over each shoulder, but that leaves it quite open at the sides under the wide sleeves. It did look pretty sharp. I also got a matching straw hat, a sombrero I think it's called, to go with it.

Anyway, the night before, I went to Asuna's condo, and slept there. I think this was like my first time to sleep over. She shares a unit with two American women, Sandra and Maria. I always thought that would be kind of cool to have American roommates to chat with. I didn't see them though that first night.

The next morning, I got up early, and had a shower in their shared bathroom. Just as I was finishing up showering, someone knocked at the door. I thought it was Asuna, so I said "Come in," but all of a sudden, this American guy opens the door. I was so surprised. Here I was completely naked, my black pubic hair dripping wet, standing under the shower. Their shower curtain was transparent, so he could see my naked body clear as day.

The guy was tall, kind of weaselly looking, but handsome even so. He wasn't wearing a shirt either, just jeans. He cracked a smile, clearly thrilled to see me naked. I just kind of stood there for the longest time, so embarrassed to be caught nude like this by a complete stranger. He got this huge grin on his face, raising his eyebrows, almost as if he was coming on to me, inviting me to do whatever with him. I scanned around, and finally found my towel, grabbed it, and motioned that I wanted to get past. He didn't really move, just kept on smiling, nodding for me to come closer.

Eventually, I just kind of pushed past him. He turned to ogle my bare bottom, still beaming away like an idiot, pleased as punch at catching me naked. I dashed into Asuna's room, and closed the door.

"What? What happened?" she asked.

"There's a guy there. He barged right in. Who is that?"

Asuna went to the door, and peaked out.

"That's Craig, Sandra's boyfriend."

"Cheezus. He was like hitting on me or something."

Asuna scrunched up her lips, evidently aware of what a bad boy he is.

"He is a bit of a pest sometimes...," she granted.

"Have you had run-ins with him?"

"Not like this. Not naked," she replied, laughing. I was a bit annoyed at her at the time, but looking back, I guess I shouldn't have gotten angry. It turned out Craig is always doing things like this, spying on me, or hitting on me or whatever. He's just one of those guys.

I pulled my clothes back on, jean shorts and a white t-shirt. We saw him a bit later out in the kitchen when we went to make breakfast. He did apologize, but I swear he kept staring at me, at my derriere in these tiny little jean shorts. I kind of wanted to change into something more modest, but I hadn't brought anything with me. I'll have to remember that next time.

Asuna got dressed up in a short navy sundress with a lace up back. She's a cute girl, but she wears more make-up than I do. She does something with her eyes, eyeliner top and bottom that makes her look exotic I guess.

Soon, I pulled on my poncho, and we headed out. Once we got on the bus, I rubbed on some sunblock on my legs and arms. We met Satomi along the way. For once, she was actually dressed for summer: a beige pleated mini-skirt and cream scrunch halter that showed a bit of cleavage--quite daring for her. She'd kind of gone all out with the make up: lipstick, eye shadow, eyebrow pencil. All three of us were kind of dressed to kill. Both Asuna and Satomi are looking for a boyfriend I guess. There are usually a lot of hunky guys at the beach.

When we got to the beach, I looked around. There were fit guys out playing in the surf, women sunbathing. You could feel the excitement in the air. Ah, summer.

Looking for a spot with some shade, Satomi led us along the treeline away from the crowds. Over this way, it was more families and couples. I kind of wanted to go back where the hot guys were, but Satomi said they'd come down this way soon enough, and it turned out she was right. At this beach, there are always guys out on the hunt, 'nampa' we say in Japanese. Pick up artists?

As I got out my towel, I realized that I needed to change into my new bikini. Asuna had hers on under their clothes, but Satomi needed to change too.

Asuna stayed there to guard our stuff, while Satomi and I walked back through the trees. We eventually found a washroom, but there was a long line-up to get in.

"Here, let's look around some more," I suggested. We wandered through the trees on the edge of the parking lot. You could kind of see the main road on the other side. Satomi wanted to head back, and wait in line at the washroom, but I asked her if she could just keep a look out while I changed. My friend Miori from Japan and I changed in the trees when she was here, and we didn't get caught that time. Satomi wasn't quite as keen, but I didn't really want to wait in line forever.

I picked a spot just behind these cars. There weren't many trees right there, but there didn't seem to be any people either. Satomi wrapped her towel around her, but she kept looking back into the parking lot to see if anyone was coming. I took off my poncho, and asked,

"Did you bring your new swimsuit?"

"Yeah, that and my old one-piece."

I looked around just to make sure no one was watching, and then slid down my shorts and panties stripping bottomless. I felt so naughty as I stepped out of them. I got goosebumps, as the breeze blew in tickling my hello kitty.

"Oh, don't wear your one-piece. Wear the bikini. That's what you bought it for, isn't it?" I was getting this wet tingling between my legs, so I spread them, but that just made it worse. I guess I was still a bit excited from my run-in with Craig earlier. There were no guys this far down, but it did seem kind of kinky standing out here bottomless. I dug my fingers into my butt cheeks, just kind of enjoying the feeling of standing out here half naked.

"Hmm," Satomi wavered. She pulled down her mini-skirt from under the towel leaving her panties on for the moment, and then started fiddling with her halter.

She seemed to be having trouble getting it undone without knocking her towel off, so I held the towel for her. I guess I knew this was kind of dangerous, standing out here in the parking lot in broad daylight, with my bare backside showing, but Satomi wasn't really objecting, so I guess I let my guard down. It was pretty fun, tempting fate, reveling in the feel of the gentle sea breeze on my most private places. I do kind of like doing this if I think I can get away with it.

I held Satomi's towel while she pulled off her panties, but when she was done, I pulled the towel away, so I could see her bottom. She'd been complaining about her behind, but it looked great to me. I turned showing her my own bare bottom, trying to get her to see that we aren't that different. Maybe my legs and waist are a little thinner than hers are, but I think guys like a little thickness or however you say it. Baby got back?