Miori's Dad's Imono Shop

The time my boyfriend Ryosuke took me to a summer matsuri (Shinto festival) in Tokyo, we met this woman, Miori Tanaka, who was helping carry the omikoshi, the same as me. Miori is cute, clear complexion, a button nose, lustrous pink lips, long hair dyed brown, almond eyes with big black pupils. She looked a bit skittish that first day, dressed up in this fundoshi loin cloth with her butt cheeks showing. I got talking to her, and it turned out that she was going to the same college as Ryosuke's younger brother, Keisuke. It's not just me who thinks she's cute either. Keisuke and his friends were all flocked around her, when I first saw her. She and I hit it off, and we've been keeping in touch ever since.

Soon after, I gave her a call to see if we could get together before I came back to the States. She cried out,

"Yeah. Yeah. That would be great."

"Do you want me to come up to Tokyo?"

"Um, yeah, sure. The festival is still going on. Why don't you come by the kimono shop, and I'll show you around?"

"Oh OK. Have your classes started up again?" It was already September.

"Yeah, but I come back mid-afternoon... 3:30ish?... to help my dad in the shop."

"Tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, that would be so cool. It'll be great to see you again."

I smiled happy to have made a new friend.

The next day I just tootled around in the morning, had lunch, and got ready to head out. I picked out some summery clothes: white cotton undies, a royal blue suede mini-skirt and a loose-fitting white tank tee, and headed down to have a shower. I don't know why, but I was really looking forward to this. Miori is maybe a bit different from my family or my other friends. My mom is always worried about appearances. Miori's family on the other hand, are kind of earthy, outspoken, spontaneous. I didn't know quite what to expect, but that was part of the fun of it. They all made me feel at home, as if I'd known them forever even though we'd only just met.

I finished up my shower, grabbed a towel, and still naked, came out to the mirror. I did have a bit of a tan on my legs, but my bikini area, pubes and breasts were still quite white. I turned, and examined by bare bottom. Hmm. Looks good. Still as curvy as ever.

Anyway, I pulled on my undies, mini-skirt and tee, and came out. Mom didn't quite approve of my outfit. She said it was windy out, and insisted I take a jacket, so I went, and got my lacy white beach cover-up. She suggested I buy some wagashi, Japanese sweets, to thank the Tanakas for their hospitality. On the way, I picked some up, and then caught a train heading to Tokyo.

I had to change trains a couple of times, but eventually found the right stop. The kimono shop was on the eastern Shitamachi side of Tokyo. Shitamachi has a special atmosphere. There were all these old-fashioned tiled-roof shops with noren curtains hanging in the entrance way, selling tea, dango (dumplings) or monjayaki (cabbage pancakes?). It looks like something out of an old timey movie, Tora-san or like that.

I ambled along, peeking into the different shops, when a couple of youngish guys spotted me, and came over.

"Hey, sister, where you headed?" They were locals, a bit rough around the edges, but kind of handsome.

I showed them the address of Miori's dad's shop, and they ended up taking me all the way there. That was nice of them.

"Ah Miori Tanaka's place!" they exclaimed.

"You know her?" I blurted out, surprised.

"Yeah, she's famous these parts. The kamban musume (billboard daughter)."

I wondered if they were joking, but they seemed quite serious. When we got there, they went into the shop, but soon came back out.

"It looks like she's not here," one told me, looking disappointed. The shop clerk standing out front overheard us.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked.

"Miori. Miori Tanaka. Does she work here?"

"Yes, she does. She hasn't come back yet."

My two guides looked heartbroken. They hung around for a bit, but eventually, gave up, and headed off. At first, I wondered if they were hitting on me, but maybe not. They didn't ask me many questions, but seemed glad to have met a friend of Miori's. Like I said, she seems kind of popular. Who knows?

The clerk looked vaguely familiar. He was tallish, affable, but pretty laid back. I must have seen him at the festival. He looked over at me, and then pointed down to a big aquarium tank sitting on the ground at his feet.

"Do you want to try? While you wait I mean," he smiled. Maybe he was just being friendly, but he was kind of looking me over. I fluffed down my miniskirt, and then looked down at the tank. It was filled with goldfish swimming this way and that.

"I... uh... I don't have anywhere to put them."

"We can just put them back then," he smiled. "Still, at least give it a try. We went, and got all these fish, but hardly anyone's caught one all day." He held out a little net on a stick for me to use. I took off my backpack and cover-up, took the net from him, and squatted down in front of the tank.

"I haven't done this for ages," I laughed. Kingyo-sukui it's called in Japanese, goldfish scooping? They used to have the same kind of thing in Kamakura when I was growing up. I leaned forward, chasing after the swimming fish. It looks easy enough, but actually, somehow they always seem to swim away before you can catch them.

As I leaned forward, swaying from side to side, I slowly realized that the clerk was staring down the front of my tank top. I wasn't wearing a bra that day, and my top had fallen open. He seemed mesmerized by my bouncing breasts. I tried to ignore him, and focus on catching a fish. As I bobbed, and weaved though, one of the straps on my tank top fell off my shoulder. You could see most of one breast, almost to the edge of my nipple. The fish I was after dashed away, and I dove after it. The clerk was ooing and ahing, all excited at the sight of my breast. I blushed, but I didn't fix my top at first.

Then, suddenly, Miori's dad, Mr. Tanaka came out. I pulled my shoulder straps back up, and stood up. I think he caught sight of my tits too, and that's maybe why he came over.

"Um, Ms. Tsuruta, was it?" he asked. We'd met at the matsuri.

"Yes."

"Oh, Miori said you might drop by. Thank you so much for all your help the other day." He bowed a greeting. I managed a weak smile, but I'm sure my face must have been red. I felt so embarrassed. I pulled on my cover-up, and did it up, trying to cover up my breasts.

"You've met Satoru, I see," he said gesturing towards the goldfish clerk. I bowed to him, but glanced around looking for Miori. Luckily, she was just down the street walking this way. I was so relieved. She came over as soon as she saw me.

"Oh, Emi. You made it. That's wonderful. I'm so glad you came. We were all looking forward to seeing you. Isn't that right, daddy?"

He cleared his throat. What had they been saying about me? I hadn't been wearing much at the matsuri, just a fundoshi loincloth and loose happi jacket, same as Miori. I hope they weren't talking about that.

"Anyway, come in. Come in," Miori burbled. "Come on upstairs. I just want to get changed." She was wearing a white short-sleeved blouse, a grey pleated mini-skirt, black knee-high socks and black loafers. When she twirled to go inside, her skirt billowed up giving us a peek at her white cotton panties. Satoru blushed when I caught him ogling her. Does he have a thing for Miori?

The inside of the shop was packed to overflowing with traditional Japanese garments: yukatas, kimonos, zori (slippers) and tabi (socks). Everything was so colorful, pinks, oranges, reds, garish greens. I stopped to take a look, but Miori told me,

"We can come back, and try some on later if you'd like. First come, meet my mom." Miori led me to the back of the store, and then through this curtain into what seemed to be their home. Her mother was there sitting on the tatami (straw mat floor) sipping a cup of tea.

"Mom, you remember Emi? From the matsuri?"

She nodded, and smiled. I handed her the wagashi I'd brought.

"Oh, thank you, Emi. That's so kind of you. You shouldn't have. Miori's been yammering on about you all day."

I smiled, but I kept wondering what Miori was telling them.

Miori led me upstairs to her room. On the stairs, I found myself staring up the back of her miniskirt. Her white cotton panties clung tightly to her cute little behind.

"That's an awfully short skirt," I noted. Even when we reached the top of the stairs, I could still see her panties as she bounced along.

"This? Oh, this skirt isn't so bad. Ever since the festival, Dad's been trying to get me to wear that same outfit, the fundoshi and the happi coat I mean."

I laughed, pretty sure she was joking. Wearing a fundoshi that day was embarrassing enough. Having to wear it every day, that would be something else.

Miori led me into her room. The ceiling sloped with the angle of the roof, so it wasn't that big, but she'd decorated it nicely. Soon her mom came upstairs with some tea, and we all kneeled down on the tatami around this low table.

"Thanks for all your help at the festival," Mrs. Tanaka smiled. "You are studying in America?"

"Um, yes, in California on the coast..."

"Miori's been saying she'd like to go there too."

Miori nodded. I hadn't realized. I tried to explain what it was like living in America. Before I could get too into it, Miori's dad called from downstairs.

"Here I'll go see what he wants," her mom told us. "But Miori, I guess you'd better get changed, and come down too. I'm really sorry about this, Emi. The store's been so busy today."

"That's alright. Actually, I'd like to take a look around your shop myself. I don't have a yukata or anything like that."

Her mom smiled, and disappeared off downstairs. Miori sighed.

"Sorry for all that. My mom is such a worrier."

"That's OK. Mine too," I told her. "Oceanview is a nice place I think." That's where I'd been living the past couple of years, a small town on the coast, south of Los Angeles.

Miori got up, slid open the closet door, and pulled out her happi jacket, showing it to me. I laughed recalling our day at the matsuri.

"Oh, by the way, I ran into some boys on the way here who said they knew you," I told her.

"E?" she blinked surprised. She turned her back to me, undid her skirt, and slid it off. She seemed to be blushing. Was she embarrassed about the boys, or because she was getting undressed in front of me? I glanced over at the open window, but she didn't seem worried about that. I couldn't help wondering if someone might be peeping in.

"These boys brought me all the way to the store, and then went inside looking for you," I explained.

"Who could it be?" she mused, slipping off her panties. The flesh of her bottom was so soft and smooth. The crack went so deep it just sort of drew you in, made you wonder what was there in between. She went out into the hall, and tossed her panties into the laundry hamper, and stood there a moment almost as if she wanted to show me her pussy. I don't think she trimmed her pubic hair at all. It seemed quite wispy like it was still growing in.

In the back of my mind, I started wondering if she was a virgin after all. She seemed surprisingly confident. There was something kinky about the way she was dressed too, standing there in her short white button-up top, but no bottoms.

"Anyway, you seem to be quite popular here," I assured her.

She pulled off her blouse, and turned her back to me, getting me to undo her bra. I felt a faint twinge of jealousy. She was a bit younger than me, but she had the kind of body that drives boys crazy. She went out into the hall--naked this time--and threw her bra in the hamper. I wondered if she always scampered around her house naked like this. Satoru and her dad were just downstairs... or was this just for my benefit? She came back, letting me see her breasts.

Neither of us have huge breasts. Her nipples are maybe a bit darker than mine, a reddish brown more than pink. I think it's not her breasts that make her look so sexy, but more her landing strip of pubic hair, flat tummy, and most of all her face. She wears this pinkish lip gloss, and her eyebrows are exquisitely tweezed. All these guys had been following us around all day at that festival. I think in Japan, guys find girls like her hot, this strange mix of coyness and innocence.

Anyway, she went digging in her closet for a pair of shorts to wear. She found some light blue ones, pulled them on, and finally glanced over at the window.

"Gosh, it's hot today," she sighed wiping sweat from her brow. "If you want to take a shower...," she offered. I do like to shower in the summer, but I wasn't so sure. We could hear Satoru and her dad buzzing around downstairs.

"No, I'm OK for now."

It was hot, but her lack of shame was making me edgy. I guess I'm this way too, but I'm not used to it in other women. Most girls in Japan are pretty shy.

Her mom called from downstairs. It sounded like they needed help in the store after all.

"I'll be right there," Miori called back. She pulled on the happi jacket, tied it up, and headed down. 'No bra!' I thought. Of course I don't have one on either, but still! Her mom looked relieved when we came down.

"Here, I'll go make supper," her mom told us, and disappeared off into the back. Mr. Tanaka was talking to one group of customers, and Miori went off to help another.

I looked around at all the clothes on the walls and racks. They had some beautiful kimonos, but they were so expensive. I think my parents bought me a girl's kimono when I was young, but I hardly even remember wearing it. I wonder if we still have it. Soon, Miori came back, and saw me looking at the kimonos.

"Would you like to try one on?"

"Oh no. I could never afford it."

"Just for fun I mean. Come on. I'll help you put it on." She started gathering up the under-robe, obi (wide silk belts), tabi (split-toe socks) and zori (slippers), and got me to choose the kimono I liked best. I was worried about getting it dirty, but she said it would be fine. Her dad came back.

"Emi's going to buy a kimono?" he asked hopefully.

"We're just going to try it on," Miori explained. The changing booth was kind of small, so we went back up to her room. I took off my skirt and blouse, but at first kept my panties on. "You're not going to wear your undies, are you?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah. I guess you're not supposed to," I finally agreed, peeling them off. Ryosuke told me that panties are a western invention. Apparently, in Japan, no one ever used to wear them.

Now that I was naked, Miori kind of surprised me by kneeling down, and examining my pussy. On instinct, I covered it with my hand.

"What?" I asked.

"No, no. I was just curious," she chirped, standing back up. "I've never really seen another girl's up close."

I laughed. She was a funny girl.

Getting the kimono on was quite a struggle. First you have to tie the under-robe closed using thinner belts, and then tie on the kimono on top of that with a big wide obi. To do it right, the obi is tied in a big bow at the back, almost like you are being gift-wrapped.

Miori seemed to know what to do. I guess she'd worked in the store ever since she was little. She even got out some hair pins, and helped me do up my hair in matomekami, a bun hairstyle that's supposed to show off the back of your neck. In traditional Japan, the neck was supposed to be one of the sexiest parts of a woman's body.

"How do I look?" I asked.

"Great!"

I looked in the mirror, but it was kind of dark in her room.

"Can we go outside, and take a picture?" I asked.

"Sure."

I found it hard to walk in the kimono. All these layers were wrapped so tightly around my calves I had to make these little mincing steps, like geishas do. I felt almost like someone had tied my ankles together. I got out my camera, and carried it and the zori sandals downstairs, and then put the sandals back on. Miori's mom saw us, and said,

"Wow! You look like a lady of the court. We should get you to model for our ads."

I laughed. Miori led me out through the back room into their garden. I handed her my camera, and she gave me a parasol to hold. I tried my best to pose like a calendar model, and Miori laughed. Soon we heard noise from up above. Some guys on the second floor of the building behind us had come to the window to watch. I went to go back inside, but these guys yelled after us,

"Come back! Come back!"

It seemed like we were quite popular all of a sudden. I was still worried about messing up the kimono though, so we went back in to look for something else to try on. I found some yukatas at the back of the shop. They seemed more affordable.

"Could I try one of these? I might even buy one."

"Sure, sure. Whichever one you like."

I picked out a dark blue one with a lime green belt. I took off the zori again, and followed Miori up to her room. Miori helped me undo the obi, but this time I realized that the guys from before could probably see us through the window.

"Who are those guys anyway?" I asked nodding towards them.

"I don't know. I guess they work there. It's some kind of print shop. The owner sometimes comes over here, and talks with my dad. I don't really know them that well."

"You don't suppose they were spying on us earlier?" I asked.

Miori's face went white. She got me to move away from the window, and then peeked out at them. They certainly looked to be all excited about something. They came to the window pretty quick when we came out into the courtyard. Miori yelled across at them,

"Shouldn't you all be working?"

They laughed, but eventually, they moved away from the window. Miori looked pretty upset.

"Don't worry. They probably just noticed us when we went out there," I tried to reassure her. I guess we really should have checked the windows more carefully. It was hard to know for sure, but they might have seen us naked. Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time. You'd think at least on the second floor you'd be safe.

Anyway, we stayed away from the window while I got undressed. Miori was sulking, but I told her it was OK. If anything, I was excited. Some of those guys were kind of cute.

The yukata was much simpler to put on. It's only one layer, and it's made of cotton not silk, so you don't have to be so careful with it. Miori got me a fan and a pair of more informal zori to wear. I sat down on the tatami, and took off the tabi (socks).

"Thanks," I said as she gathered up all the kimono stuff, and took it back downstairs. As soon as I was ready, I followed her down. Miori's mom smiled when she saw me.

"Oh wow. You look great, so beautiful in our yukata. You should go out front, and show Satoru."

Miori was still putting all the stuff back, so I wandered up to the front of the shop. The yukata was definitely much cooler than the kimono. It would be nice to have one of these for the summer. Satoru was still minding the fish aquarium. He opened his eyes wide when he saw me. I fanned my face, blushing.

"Whit-whew!" he whistled. I just smiled. I was glad I could get such a reaction. "You look perfect, like a beauty from old Japan. If you chase the goldfish dressed like that, people will flock around for sure."

I just laughed, but soon Miori came to the door.

"Don't you think so, Miori? We should hire her to join our staff."

Miori laughed too. I got the feeling she didn't take Satoru so seriously. He held out a net, so I took it, and squatted down.

"I didn't catch any fish at all earlier," I told Miori. I chased after them, but the goldfish kept scooting away, as if they knew what I was planning. I rolled up my sleeves, and concentrated, determined to catch at least one. I almost had one too, but he slipped away at the last minute. I looked up at Satoru, but he had such a strange look on his face. I followed his gaze, only to realize that he was staring at my pussy peeking out from between the folds of the yukata! I must admit I did feel a bit breezey down there, but I hadn't realized he could see. He raised his eyebrows high, not hiding his delight. I jumped up, accidentally splashing Satoru in the face with water from my net.