At Christmas time in my junior year at Oceanview U., I went home to Japan to stay with my parents for a week or two. One morning, I was up in my pajamas in my old room getting ready to go out, when I heard these loud metallic crunching noises coming from downstairs. I went down, and asked my mom what was going on.
"Oh you know how the sliding glass door to the bath always sticks. We finally decided to get it fixed."
"Oh shoot. I kind of wanted to take a shower." I walked over, and took a peek into the bath room. The workman was wrestling with the door making a horrible racket. He was just your typical middle aged guy. He was wearing a onesie, probably his company's uniform. "Um, excuse me," I called out. "Is this going to take long? I kind of want to use the shower."
He looked at me curiously, and took off his cap, scratching his head.
"I think I'm going to have to take out the frame here, and put in a new one. It'll take a while for the plaster to dry. Maybe you'd better go someplace else."
I looked back at my mom, a bit upset.
"Your father and I are checking into an inn," she noted.
"Oh no! I don't have time. I'm supposed to meet Miori in Tokyo at 6." Miori is the girl I met at the Shinto festival the year before.
"You could go to a sentou," Mom suggested. Sentous are public bath houses. They are pretty common in Japan, although I guess they are less popular than they used to be. I'd been to one before, but not lately. I'd gotten so used to having a bath in our house.
"OK, OK. Where's the nearest one?"
"There's Shimizuyu and Well Heartopia near Zaimokuza beach. Takinoyu went out of business."
I didn't have much time, so I ran back upstairs, changed into jeans and a sweater, and stuffed a towel, my shower kit and a nicer outfit into my bag. Mom gave me directions, and I bundled up in my winter coat and boots, and headed out. Shimizuyu is quite a long bus ride from my house. I guess it's not that far really. It just seemed like it because I was in a hurry.
The building was kind of older, Japanese style with white walls, grey tile roofing and a noren curtain hanging over the entrance. I slid open the door, took off my boots, and put them in a locker. I went in the women's side, and just inside the door was the bandai, a raised counter where this older guy was sitting. He had a white handkerchief tied on his head and a towel around his neck, and seemed quite at home sitting there in his t-shirt. I guess it was pretty warm inside the bath house. Maybe he was the owner or something.
"Irasshai (=Welcome)," he smiled. I was feeling a bit nervous, this being my first time and all, but he seemed harmless enough. I handed him my four hundred yen, and he nodded for me to go in. The women's change room was divided in two by a high bank of lockers running up the middle. That was all well and good, but half of the bandai is actually inside the women's change room, so the owner guy was right there! I glanced at him, but he was reading the newspaper. I don't know if all sentous are like this, but this one definitely was. I found it so strange to have the owner guy right here looking out over the women's change room! Japan is like this though sometimes. No privacy.
I didn't really want to change out here where he could see, so I walked around to the far side of the lockers. The sun was shining in through windows high in the wall. Outside I could see some trees and the wall of the shop next door. I couldn't believe how out in the open it all was. Do women actually change here? I guess no one is going to come down the alleyway, and peek in, but still!
Anyway, I didn't have much time, so I stuffed my bag into one of the lockers, and hurried to undress. I took off my coat, and put it in the locker. It was hard to stay calm though knowing that that man was just round the corner. Maybe he was used to the situation, but I certainly wasn't. Still, I'd better hurry it up, if I want to make it to Tokyo on time.
I kicked off my shoes, and pulled down my jeans and panties. I took off my socks next, but I was starting to feel a tingle of excitement from being bottomless. I stripped out of my sweater, blouse and bra, stuffed them in the locker, shut it, and pulled out the key. Only then I suddenly realized I'd left my towel inside the locker. Oh shoot! I've got to stop doing this. I put the key back in the lock, but I'd couldn't get the locker to open. I looked closer, and realized that a strap from my backpack had gotten caught in the lock. I struggled with the door, and there was no handle or anything to grab onto. Oh no! Here I was stark naked, and I couldn't get to my clothes. I tried, and I tried, but eventually, I realized I'd have to ask the man at the desk to help.
I looked down at my naked body. Because it was winter, I didn't have any tan lines or anything, but I looked horribly indecent with my breasts sticking out and my fluffy black pubic hair glistening in the sun. I tried to cover my naughty bits with my hands, but that just looked silly. Anyway, I can't just stand here forever. I peeked my head around the corner, and looked over at the man. He was still reading the newspaper, but he looked up when he saw me.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Um, I... uh... I can't get the locker open."
He squinted at me, annoyed, but soon got up, pushed open the swinging door in the counter, and came over. I bit my lip bracing to see his reaction. He glanced down at my pussy, but didn't seem that surprised. Maybe this kind of thing has happened before. Even so, I was shocked by how calm he was. Here I was, a beautiful (?) young woman in the flower of my youth, standing here naked. I was so nervous my whole body was shaking. I didn't know what to do, how to act. I guess I should have covered up, but I didn't want to make this any weirder than it already was. There was a piece of fluff on my leg, so I reached down, and brushed it off.
He didn't stare, but even so, I felt horribly embarrassed. I finally moved around behind him to hide, as he fiddled with the lock. He turned the key, and pulled on the strap finally wrenching the door open. He turned to look at me, and scolded,
"You can't let things get caught in the door. These are old lockers, and can't handle that kind of thing."
I bowed an apology. Obviously I never intended to mess up the lock. I don't know why he was yelling at me. I felt embarrassed enough as it was, standing here in my bare scuddy. He squinted at me for a moment. He took pity though, and finally left, heading back to the bandai.
I let out a sigh of relief. That was just so weird. Still, I didn't have time to worry about that now. I grabbed my towel, and hit the showers.
Once I'd showered, I slipped into the pool, and tried to calm down. By the time I got dried off, and dressed, I had regained my calm enough to face the owner. When I came back out, he was trying to act stern, but I thought I detected a faint smile on his lips. I guess he had got a kick out of seeing me naked after all.
I didn't quite make it to Tokyo for six, but I ended up having a good visit with Miori anyway. She was still planning to come to the States to visit me. I didn't bother telling her about the sentou owner. They had a bath at her house, so probably, she doesn't have to worry about these things.
When I got back to my house that night, my parents were off at the hotel, so no one was home. It felt strange to be home alone. The door to our bath had been torn right out, and there were tarps and buckets of plaster everywhere. I kind of wanted to take a bath, so I phoned my mom, but she told me to wait till the work was all finished. I reminded her that my friend, Michiyo, and my older sister, Norika, were coming to our house the next day. She told me that the workman should be done by then. I watched a bit of TV, and then went to bed.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the workman knocking on our door. Mom and dad weren't home, so I had to go down, and let him in. He did look a bit surprised to see me in my p.j.'s. I didn't have on any make-up, so I shielded my face, and ran back upstairs. Anyway, I don't have time to fool around. I had to get ready, and go meet Michiyo. I decided to just quickly wash my hair in the kitchen sink, and then head out to the sentou.
I tiptoed back downstairs, and peeked into the bath. The workman had gone back outside, so I grabbed my shampoo, a sponge and a towel. I set them down next to the sink in the kitchen, and pulled the thin yellow curtain across the doorway to the bath. I heard him come, and go.
I quickly washed, and rinsed my hair, and then started to sponge off my tummy. I wanted to sponge off my whole body, but I probably shouldn't with the workman here. He seemed the serious sort—probably married with a kid or two. I didn't like feeling all sticky though. I peered over at the wispy curtain, floating up in the breeze, trying to tell what he was doing. He was probably right there, just around the corner, setting up his stuff. He seemed focused on his work.
Watching the door, I unbuttoned my p.j. top, and sponged my breasts and underarms. It had kind of gone quiet. Maybe the workman had gone outside. I quickly pulled down my p.j. bottoms, and sponged between my legs. I felt really antsy, but I somehow got up the nerve to pull my bottoms right off, and shoved them in the washing machine. I rubbed soap and water all over my nether regions, getting a bit excited.
Suddenly, I heard my smartphone ringing. Oh shoot. It must be Michiyo. I'd better answer it. I glanced back at the washing machine, wondering if I should fish out my bottoms. There were dirty anyway, so I ended up leaving them there. It was kind of thrilling sneaking around the house bottomless.
I peeked through the curtain into the bath. The workman was there fooling with the plaster in his buckets. I ran around though the dining room and living room to the front hall where my bag was. I quickly bent over, and fished my phone out of my bag, but the workman had left the front door open. I covered my pussy with my hand, but the breeze was getting me even more excited.
"Hello, Michiyo. Yeah, it's me." I tiptoed over to the front door, and leaned out to grab the handle. It was a beautiful morning out, bright, sunny, much warmer than the day before. I didn't see anyone outside, so I paused for a moment savoring the feeling of the warm sun on my pussy. The breeze was blowing all around my naked hips, tickling me. When I turned though, I suddenly realized the workman had come out into the hallway, and was staring down at my bare behind!
"Oh sorry," he blushed. "I just have to get my tool case," he explained, pointing at it near my feet. I let go of the door, and rushed to pull my top together to cover my breasts. He widened his eyes when he saw my pussy, but I signaled for him to wait while I got off the phone with Michiyo. He went quiet, and was clearly trying to play it cool, but I think me standing here with my pussy showing was getting him all flustered.
"Emi, are we still on for today?" Michiyo asked.
