After my boyfriend Ryosuke and I had been going out for a while, he started inviting me over to his host family's house in Oceanview. I'd met his family a few times, but at first, I found it a bit nerve-wracking visiting them. They live in a kind of rich part of town, so I felt intimidated, as if I had to be on my best behavior. The Francis' house is so big. In Japan, almost no one lives in a house like that, unless you go way out in the countryside. It looks like a mansion from a movie, like a haunted house or something.
Mr. Francis is a sharp, well-groomed businessman. He was friendly enough, but the way he looks me straight in the eye kind of put me on edge. He's always on about something too. I guess Ryosuke must have told him about my family, because Mr. Francis says he wants to meet my dad. They work in the same field. His wife, Mrs. Francis, dresses kind of retro, smock dresses, her hair in a bouffant. She works part-time for some kind of consumer magazine.
Daniel is their son, a tall guy, a bit older than me, rugged masculine features, nicely styled brown hair. Daniel is kind of handsome, almost too good-looking, but he was always polite to me. I didn't know him so well. I guess I wanted him to like me.
Whenever I went over, they all tried to be nice, but I couldn't relax. I guess part of it was that when Ryosuke and I started messing around in their house, I felt guilty. I was worried that they might hear us, and realize we were having sex. Not that they ever complained or anything. It was just this feeling I had.
One afternoon, Ryosuke and I ended up making out in his room when the three of them were out. Afterwards, I wrapped a towel around me, and went to shower in the bathroom off the parents' bedroom. While I was showering, I thought I heard someone come in. I shut off the shower, so I could hear better.
"Mom, where's my jacket?" It had to be Daniel. I was so surprised! He opened the bathroom door! "Mom?"
"Um. She's not here," I replied, trying in vain to hide my naked body behind the transparent shower curtain. He was still around the corner, but I was so anxious I was shaking.
"Who's that?" he asked.
"It's Emi. Emi Tsuruta. Ryosuke's girlfriend," I sputtered.
"Oh sorry. I thought Mom was up here."
I heard the door close. I was so rattled. My heart was pounding. I guess it was mainly the surprise of getting caught naked like that, but maybe I have a bit of a thing for Daniel. He does seem like a sweet guy. Ryosuke is nice too of course...
After that day, I was too spooked to go back, but Ryosuke kept begging me to come. It did make sense to meet at his place. If Loretta found out that Ryosuke and I were having sex, she might tell my parents in Japan, and I didn't want that. Eventually, I told Ryosuke yes, I'd come to his place.
I wondered what I should bring for nightwear. My boy-style p.j.'s are too cutesy for lovemaking, while my nighties were too sexy to wear in front of the Francis'. I checked online, and noticed a Korean fashion trend—hauisiljong it's called which I think means something like 'missing bottoms.' Girls wear an oversize t-shirt that hides whether they have on shorts or not. It's kind of sexy because it gets guys wondering if you are commando. You see the same fashion in the States too now with the VSCO girls. Anyway, I packed a couple of cute t-shirts and other stuff in my night bag, and headed for Ryosuke's place.
When I got there, I wanted to take another shower. Mr. and Mrs. Francis were downstairs, so I used their bath room again. I was a bit shy, so I pulled on some yoga pants before coming out. Ryosuke and I just kind of waited in his room until we heard them all go to bed.
We tried to be quiet, but soon Ryosuke started kissing me... It was pretty exciting when we stripped naked, and started messing around. He was touching me all over. I might have let out a yelp or two. I winced as he slid his penis in, and soon we were humping away like anything. It felt good.
Ryosuke was quite worked up, but he took his time, changing things up, making sure I was right there with him if you know what I mean. I know I have some responsibility for my own orgasm, but it works better when you work together, you know? I tried to guide him, signal him when it was OK to go faster, and what do you know? It worked!
Anyway, after we both came, Ryosuke started to drift off to sleep. I swear he always does this. I wanted to wash up, so I pulled on a white t-shirt and cotton panties, and got out a big white towel. You could only get to the bathroom upstairs through Mr. and Mrs. Francis' bedroom, so I had to go find the downstairs bath room. I softly tiptoed out into the hall and down. From the back of the house, I could hear a TV. Oh oh. Someone is still up. I hope they didn't hear us. The TV was fairly loud.
I looked down at my panties, a bit embarrassed. I probably smell like sex. Anyway, I have to get cleaned up.
The TV watcher was Daniel. He turned to look at me as soon as I came to the door. I pointed at the bathroom, gesturing that I wanted to use it. He waved for me to go ahead. Once inside, I breathed a sigh of relief, but I still felt edgy knowing he was right outside. I eventually got up the nerve, and stripped out of my t-shirt and panties. It felt weird being naked with him so close, but anyway, I needed to get washed up.
The shower handle was different from the one upstairs. There was a round dial with red and blue bands marked on it for hot and cold, but then there was this lever. I could rotate the lever easily enough, but only a trickle of water came out. How do you get water to come out? I tried a whole bunch of different things, pressing on the lever, or trying to rotate the dial, but nothing seemed to work. Shoot! Should I ask Daniel? That might be awkward.
I got out of the shower, and wrapped the towel around me, tying a knot in two corners just above my right breast. In the mirror, I didn't exactly look decent. I guess I could keep my pussy covered if I pulled down the towel at the front, but the cheeks of my buttocks were kind of peeking out at the back. I guess this is a kind of hauisiljong too! Anxious, I hesitated for the longest time, but I had to do something. I finally screwed up my courage, opened the bathroom door just a bit, and stuck my head out.
"Um, Daniel... How does this shower work?"
"Um, you have to... uh...," he started to explain. He ended up coming over right into the bathroom! I was so nervous. I tried to smooth the towel down over my behind. He glanced over at me, apparently a bit amused himself. We both tried to act serious, but it was hard not to feel anxious. Eventually, he got into the shower, and showed me how to work it. You had to pull on the lever, and rotate it to get the right temperature.
"Here, you try."
I held my towel in place with one hand, and reached out with the other. I finally got the water to come out. I thanked him, and he retreated back to the rec room. I almost felt disappointed. Had I spooked him somehow? I hadn't meant to. Like I said, I wanted him to like me.
Anyway, I finally closed the door, and had a shower. Afterwards, I dried myself off as quickly as I could, tied the towel back on, and gathered up my t-shirt and undies. Coming out, I thanked Daniel again. It almost looked like he was blushing. Was he embarrassed by my outfit?
Just as I went to leave, I heard someone say "Escondido" on the TV. I'd heard that word before. Looking at the program, I soon realized it was a place I'd been thinking of traveling to. Oh I remember now—hot springs. It was a resort town in California with hot springs.
Why was Daniel watching this travel program? I guess it was late, and there wasn't much else on. I shivered, standing here dripping wet in just this short towel, but I was curious. I wanted to see if they would talk about the hot spring inns. I sat down in this big easy chair across from where Daniel was sitting on the sofa. When I sat down, my towel fell open, exposing my hip quite some ways up. Daniel blinked, but didn't say anything. His eyes were on the TV. I just left my towel like that.
Escondido is near San Diego in a shallow valley surrounded by rocky hills, the announcer said. They talked about the culture and nightlife, but were taking their time getting to the hot springs. In Japan, everyone loves to go to hot springs. They are so warm and inviting, a chance to get naked, kick back and relax.
I glanced over at Daniel. He had clearly been checking me out, but tried to make out as if he was watching the program. I wondered if I should turn, and 'accidentally' flash him my bare behind, but I was too afraid. It was all a bit overwhelming—the big house, dreamy Daniel, Ryosuke being right upstairs. Trying to get a grip, I carefully fixed my towel, stood up, bid him good night, and headed upstairs.
Ryosuke opened his eyes when I came in. He looked at me a bit suspiciously. I think he must have heard Daniel and I talking, and wondered what was going on. I pulled on a fresh t-shirt, and climbed into bed, giving him a hug to reassure him. Soon we both went to sleep.
The next morning, I was kind of kicking myself for letting Daniel see me like that. Ryosuke didn't seem angry or anything, but I knew I shouldn't play with fire. It's something about the night time air. My inhibitions seem to drop, and then the next morning, I wake up regretting it. Ah well. Maybe it'll be OK.
I pulled on some panties and jeans, and we went down for breakfast. Daniel didn't show at first. I don't know why I'm waiting for him anyway. Daniel isn't my boyfriend. I really should stop thinking about him.
I continued to visit Ryosuke's on and off. If the Francis' were out, we had free reign. Even if they were home, we'd still have sex, but tried to keep the noise down.
One night, Ryosuke and I did it in his room, but even after we came, I was still running hot if you know what I mean. I wanted to fool around some more, but Ryosuke had closed his eyes. I wanted to rouse him, but I knew he was tired.
I pulled on a thick white cotton t-shirt getting ready to go have a shower. I'd brought some fresh white panties, but I was kind of sticky down there, and didn't want to get these panties dirty. I stuffed them into my night bag, and got up to examine myself in the mirror. I kind of had to hold down the hem of my t-shirt to cover my muff, but I'd seen k-pop idols do this at press photo-shoots. I wonder if Daniel is up anyway. If he's not down there, then it doesn't really matter what I wear.
I grabbed my shower kit and towel, and tiptoed out into the hall, trying not to wake anyone as I closed the door behind me. I wasn't sure who was up, but the house sounded pretty quiet.
I kept playing with the hem of my tee, but I think even then I realized that it was way too short to be out here in their house in. I quietly tiptoed over to the stairs, but by then, the feeling of the breeze on my naked pussy was getting me too turned on to stop. I glided down the steps, getting further and further from my clothes, more focused on my own mounting desire than any danger that lay ahead.
I made it all the way to the first floor, and out into their living room, before I realized that someone, probably Daniel, was indeed up, watching TV in the rec room. Was he waiting for me to come down? It did seem possible after last time.
I stopped short of the doorway, wondering what I should do. I made another attempt to cover my pussy, but this shirt was terrifyingly short. I could think of many reasons not to go further. Ryosuke wouldn't like it. Daniel himself might freak, or get the wrong idea. It might wreck my good girl image.
