When my sister Norika came to visit me in Oceanview, I found out that she doesn't like to wear nighties to bed. She didn't bring any with her, and even though I live with an American family, she didn't seem keen on putting one on. I had a real time of it trying to keep her from flashing the host son, Brandon, and the mother's boyfriend, Hank.
Up until then, I'd only rarely slept in the nude, but the next summer when I went back to Japan, this habit of Norika's was on my mind. It was really hot out, and to tell you the truth, I don't much care for clothes myself. The idea of sleeping naked did sound appealing.
The first night, I stripped down, and slept au naturel with all my windows open, but the door shut, so my mom and dad wouldn't see. It felt good actually, the sensation of the soft cotton sheets against my bare skin. I felt free, liberated, a bit aroused even.
The next morning, I awoke to the sounds of my mom rattling around in the kitchen downstairs. I sat up, and immediately noticed I was still naked. My door was closed, and everything seemed normal, so I guess my parents hadn't found out. That was a relief.
I hopped out of bed, and got out a big towel and a t-shirt. I wrapped the towel around me, and nipped downstairs to have a shower. Our bath is right next to our kitchen with only a see-through yellow curtain hanging between the two. My mom was busy though, so she stayed away from the door, as I stripped off my towel, and opened the glass door going into the shower itself. I adjusted the water temperature, and then took the handheld shower head, and turned it on all of my most private places. When I was all clean, I toweled off, pulled the t-shirt on, and started doing my make-up in the mirror just outside our bath. I did feel a little naughty, standing here bottomless with my mom rattling around in the next room.
For some reason though, that day of all days, my dad suddenly decided to open the door behind me, and peer in on me. My dad is just your typical salaryman, hardworking, wears glasses, a little bit gruff, but nice enough to me anyway. I guess he must have been in a rush, getting ready for work, but even so, I was kind of shocked that he would open the door without knocking. In the mirror, I could see him gaze down at my bare behind, which wasn't quite covered by the short t-shirt I had on. I was leaning forward putting on raspberry lip gloss, checking my lips in the mirror, so I must have looked quite the sight. I thought my dad would leave as soon as he saw I was naked, but instead, he just stood there, staring down at my bottom with this funny expression on his face.
"You should get dressed," he whispered softly. He was trying to come across as all stern and disapproving, but it wasn't like I was the one in the wrong. I'd just got out of the shower for heaven's sake, and this was the change room. Dad was the one who was being bad, peeking in on me, when I was in such a vulnerable position.
"I had the door closed until you barged in," I pointed out. I pretended to be annoyed, but I wasn't angry really. It was kind of funny seeing his reaction.
"Where are you going all made up like that?" he asked, trying to act more fatherly.
"I'm going to Tokyo to see a friend." I was actually meeting my boyfriend Ryosuke, but I didn't want to tell him that. My dad mulled this over, but he kept his eyes fixed on my bare bottom, getting me all embarrassed.
"How do I look?" I asked, turning toward him. I was actually asking about my make-up, but instead, he looked down at my still wet bush. I covered my pussy with one hand, and slapped his shoulder.
"Daddy!" I squealed in mock horror.
"You look fine. You've grown into a beautiful young woman," he replied more gently. I blushed at this compliment. "Whatever you do, don't let your mother see you like this. She wouldn't like it."
I stuck my lips out in a pout. It was true that my mom doesn't like it when I run around naked. I don't think she had heard us though. My dad and I were talking softly.
"Yes daddy," I nodded obediently. He placed his hand on the small of my back, motioning for me to clear out. I felt even more embarrassed by his touch, so I finally slid out past him, and stood a few paces away, giving him one last look at my bunny bun buns. I was actually surprised at how fascinated he seemed by my body, but I was worried that my mom would see, so I finally dashed up the stairs back to the safety of my room.
I got dressed, and headed up to Tokyo to go shopping with Ryosuke. I was in a bit of a frisky mood, but I tried to hide this from Ryosuke. We wandered around Shibuya and Harajuku window-shopping. I was kind of hoping we could go some place private, but we ended up just having supper, and chatting. All too soon, the evening ended. I kissed him good night, and headed back home. When I got home to my room, I peeled off all my clothes, and slept in the buff again. I felt a bit nervous still, but I had gotten away with it the first night.
The next morning, I heard mom downstairs, but the second floor seemed quiet. I wanted to check messenger, so I pulled on a t-shirt, and scooted over to the den, where Dad keeps his computer. Ryosuke wasn't online, so I signed into my email. Soon, from behind me, I heard an,
"Oh!" of surprise. It was my dad again. I don't know why he seemed so surprised to see me bottomless. He was the one who kept barging in on me.
"I was just checking my mail," I explained, all hot now. He came in looking at the computer screen, trying to see whom I was writing to. I covered the screen with my hands to keep him from seeing, but he just shifted his gaze to my pussy.
"You don't run around naked in California, I hope," he coughed. I placed a hand between my legs, covering my pussy at least.
"No," I answered uncertainly. Brandon had caught me naked a few times, but I was pretty sure Brandon's mom didn't know at that point. I pulled my legs together, but my hello kitty was tingling.
"I know you are a young lady now, and going through changes, but you should be careful. You never know who may be watching."
I nodded gravely. He would have been more convincing if he didn't keep staring down at the hand I had over my pussy.
"Do you want to use the computer?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"No, go ahead. Finish your mail." He checked the hall to make sure that mom wasn't coming, but then turned back to look at my rear. I peered back at him, embarrassed. I guess I should stop teasing him. This was getting too weird even for me.
"That's OK. I can do it later." I logged out, and stood up offering him the chair.
"You look like your mom did when she was younger," he mused.
"Daddy!" I squealed slapping him on the shoulder as I slid past. I rushed back to my room, and pulled on some shorts. I felt kind of bad about getting caught naked like that, but at least, he hadn't freaked out.
Soon after that, I got talking to Miori, the girl whom I met at a Shinto festival a year or two before. Miori is kind of cute. She has noticeable canine teeth, but cherry pink lips, a puppy dog nose, and curious eyes. There were a bunch of guys following us around the day of the festival, maybe hoping to hit on her (or me?).
I'd only seen her a few times at that point, but we'd been writing back and forth. She liked what I'd told her about California so much that lately she'd been talking about coming to the States herself. I'd been to her house in eastern Tokyo - her dad runs a kimono shop - but she'd never been here to see us in Kamakura, so I invited her to come sleep over.
Dad and I picked Miori up at the station. She was dressed fairly plain, at least compared to the loincloth I'd seen her in last time - grey jacket, white sweatshirt, black miniskirt, black tights and a grey baseball cap. She was happy to see me, giving me a big hug. In the car, she bubbled over asking all kinds of questions about the States. Dad didn't say anything, but he was kind of eyeing her, amused by her energy.
After supper, my family all disappeared off to other rooms, leaving Miori and I to talk. She had stories she wanted to share, but apparently, they were too risqué to tell with my family around. We talked about safer topics, and eventually, my mom came to say the bath was ready. Miori followed me into the bath area, and kept gabbing away as we got undressed. When I first met her, she seemed shy, but now she was surer of herself and her appeal. She is pretty fit. She looked down at my naked body with this twinkle in her eye, almost as if she were a boy checking me out.
Soon, I realized we needed washcloths and towels. I called for my mom, but Dad shouted back that she'd gone upstairs. Perhaps a bit infected by Miori's giddiness, I quickly dashed out - still naked - into the dining room to fetch the towels myself. Dad was in the next room watching TV, but he looked up when I ran past the open door. I felt embarrassed of course, but as I said, he'd seen me naked so many times lately one more would hardly matter.
Miori was still talking to me though. She came out to the door to the dining room, standing there - naked! - right where Dad could see her. Dad went into conniptions as soon as he saw her.
Miori's body is quite the sight. She is more slender than I am, but she has curvy hips and lustrous soft skin. Her pert breasts aren't large, but perfectly shaped with pinkish red nipples. Her black pubic hair is surprisingly lush like a little jungle. Dad was completely freaking at the sight of her. I guess that's the first time he ever saw one of my friends naked.
Miori continued to stand there, blinking and yammering away, oblivious, until I finally pointed out that my dad could see her! She cried out,
"Ohmigod!" and backed away from the door, mortified. I took down two towels and washcloths, and came back, giving my dad a dirty look. He had sat straight up, craning his head trying to get another peek at poor Miori.
"Sorry," she bowed. "I didn't realize. I mean I thought..."
"That's OK. It was my fault. I should have warned you."
Miori was blushing bright red. I guess it never occurred to her that I would run around naked in front of my dad. I don't usually, but I'd kind of let my guard down.
