My First Time Modeling

By Emi Tsuruta

Back when I used to live with my family, one summer, my father took my mom, my sister Norika and me to visit one of his old classmates from university, Russell Crane. Mr. Crane worked as an architect. I remember us staying a night in his beautiful chalet in the mountains near the ski resort Lake Tahoe northeast of here on the border of California and Nevada. After that, my father mentioned Mr. Crane once in a while, and had been asking, now that I was living in California instead of Japan, how he was doing, hinting I guess that I should go visit him. The first couple of years, I was busy with school and such. Then one day, our old friend Kiyomi invited my boyfriend Ryosuke and me to come up, and see her in San Francisco. Ryosuke couldn't go, so I ended up going alone, and after, I took a bus inland to stop by, and see Mr. Crane on the way back.

I arranged to meet him in this fancy restaurant in town. He had an old-timey look to him, like a carnival barker or a rock guitarist with his long sideburns and handlebar mustache, but he was quite charming for a man his age. He was very gallant, holding doors open for me, and treating me to dinner. I wondered why he had never gotten married.

"When your dad was young," Mr. Crane told me, "he was terribly shy. He came to the parties, of course, but tended to hang around the edges while the rest of us danced. He was a bit of a character though. I guess we shouldn't have laughed, but sometimes it was pretty hilarious how he would always be apologizing for things that weren't even his fault. He was a good sport about it though, and obviously a nice guy."

It was interesting hearing all this. To me, my dad was just my dad. He was sterner around me, but I guess I could see the shyness. My father never did talk much.

Soon though, it started getting late, so Mr. Crane dropped me off at the bus station. It was only after I waved goodbye that I realized I didn't have my suitcase with me. Oh no. I must have left it at the restaurant. I headed that way, but it started to rain. I made my way, hiding from the downpour under store awnings along the way, but by the time I got there, the lights were out, and the door was locked.

Not sure what else to do, I phoned Mr. Crane, and explained my situation. He kindly offered to come pick me up, and bring me back to his place to stay the night, so I could pick up my suitcase in the morning. Of course, I don't usually stay at strange men's houses, but my bus ticket was in my bag, so I didn't really have much choice.

I was a bit worried about putting him out, but when he drove up, he seemed as cheerful as ever, perhaps pleased even to see me again. He drove me up the mountainside through the forest until we finally came to his house. It was even more picturesque than I remembered. From the outside, it looked like a ski chalet with a sharply tilted shingle roof, but inside, it had an open design with plush carpeting and all this glass and wood paneling. He'd designed it himself, and had obviously put a lot of work into it.

"Here. You'd better get out of those wet clothes," he suggested, throwing me a towel. I did feel all wet and clammy from the rain.

"Could I use your shower?" I asked hesitantly, feeling a bit awkward being alone with him. He was a handsome man. 'How many women had been here before me?' I wondered.

"Sure. Go ahead. It's just down there through the bedroom."

His whole chalet was like something out of an interior design magazine. The bathroom was all marble and mirrors and spotlessly clean. I guess I should have expected this. He was an architect after all, but everything was just so perfect. Had he been expecting guests? Was there a woman in his life? All these questions kept running through my mind, as I stripped down, and got into the shower. The bath even had a detachable handheld shower head just like in Japan. Such attention to detail.

As I was drying myself off, I noticed a photograph on the door. It was of a brunette woman in a loose fitting white smock. She was leaning forward preparing a bath perhaps, but you could see down her top her breasts and black pubic hair. I was a little bit shocked. What was this picture of a nude woman doing in his bathroom? I compared her body to my own. She was tall, and her skin was so pristine, blurred by the soft focus. Her breasts were bigger than mine, but I think I look good. I didn't have much of a tan, but my skin is quite soft and supple. My nipples are smaller but pretty cute. I wonder if Mr. Crane fancies me. He was being pretty friendly.

Soon I realized that I didn't have any dry clothes to change into. Wrapping the towel around me, I tiptoed out to the door.

"Could I borrow some pajamas or something?" I called out.

"Help yourself. My clothes are in the walk-in closet there," he called back.

I found the closet easily enough. It was huge, much bigger than any closet I'd ever seen. He had these long rows of neatly pressed trousers, suit jackets and white shirts, some made of silk. I didn't see any pajamas. I felt like an intruder foraging around in his closet. I grabbed one of the more casual looking white shirts, and pulled it on. It was a bit big, but at least it more or less covered me up. I felt naked without panties though. I continued to rummage around looking for a pair of bottoms, but I couldn't find anything that fit. He is quite a bit taller than me. In Japan, I'm tall for a girl, but Americans are even bigger.

"Did you find something?" he asked, suddenly right behind me. My heart skipped a beat, as I pulled the shirt hem down trying to cover my bare behind. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," he intoned more softly.

"Um... yeah... I'm fine," I lied, nervous being alone with him in his bedroom.

"I'm just working in the den. Would you like something to drink?" he asked.

"Just water, if you have it," I replied. I still felt jittery from being pantyless, but reluctantly followed him out. "Um, where am I supposed to sleep tonight?"

Mr. Crane went behind the bar, and pulled out some fresh lemons, offering to make me some lemonade. I smiled, and nodded.

"You can sleep in my bed if you like."

I opened my eyes wide in shock, thinking he was suggesting we sleep together.

"Oh, don't worry. I can sleep in the cot up in the loft."

"Oh no. I don't want to take your bed from you," I protested.

"No, that's alright. It's no bother really."

I didn't want to put him out, but he insisted. I wondered if I should phone Ryosuke. I couldn't help feeling guilty about being here alone with this strange man.

Mr. Crane handed me a glass of lemonade. I wandered out to the living room to look out the huge picture window into the valley. You could see the trees stretching out all the way down.

"Such a beautiful view," I noted. I looked back around the room, and noticed a closed door. "Where does that lead?"

"That? Oh, that's my dark room."

"A dark room? What's that?"

"For developing photographs. I guess people don't use them anymore, but years ago, all photographers had one."

"Can I see?" I asked, curious. I take pictures, more with my smartphone than a camera, but had been thinking about learning more about it.

He got up, and opened the door. The light on the ceiling was red and very dim. He had prints hung up to dry from ropes. Some of the pictures were of lodges, ski chalets and mountains, but a couple of the pictures were of women. When I looked closer, I realized that some of the women were naked.

"What are these?"

"Oh, nudes," he smirked. "I dabble in nude photography."

I grimaced. 'Were these women his girlfriends?' I wondered.

"Oh, it's all quite innocent I assure you," he rushed to explain. "Most of them are models I hire."

'Most of them...?'

I examined the women more closely. They were blonde mostly, tall American women with large breasts, like real models. It made me feel strange, seeing all these naked ladies. Because he was my dad's friend, I thought he'd be serious, not some kind of bachelor playboy. My heart sped up as I mulled this over. Here I am alone and barely dressed with this charming womanizer. What on earth am I doing?

We came back out into the living room, and it was only then that I noticed this long set of magazines lined up on one shelf. Playboy magazine, the binding said. Oh my! What a huge collection he has, and he keeps them right out in the open, not embarrassed by it at all.

"Would you like to see my portfolio?" he went on. My pussy was tingling, but I finally nodded. He got out a tablet, and started scrolling through, showing me all these photos. The first few was mostly landscapes, but once we got through that, we came to a whole long section of nudes. Some of the shots were taken outdoors, near his chalet I guess, but even in those shots, the women seemed quite comfortable, relaxed and smiling, obviously at ease even though they were naked.

Seeing all these women made me wonder what it would be like... to be photographed in the nude I mean. There was no way he could know about my own... ahh... naturist impulses shall we say, but my face flushed hot as I realized we shared a common interest in the outdoors. It was spooky almost, because I don't think I'd ever met a man who was so open about nudity.

While I was lost in my thoughts, he suddenly asked,

"Would you pose for me?"

I stared at him, worried that he'd guessed my secret.

"Uh, no. I could never...," I protested. He lowered his eyes, peering at my cleavage. He wasn't staring exactly, but was clearly curious. "Maybe I'd better get some sleep," I blurted out, all flustered now. He nodded calmly, motioned for me to use his bed, and said good night.

Once safe inside his bedroom, I closed the door, and took a deep breath. My heart was pounding in my chest. He hadn't really said so, but was he asking me to pose nude? What on earth was he thinking? I guess my walking around in this shirt hadn't helped matters, but even so...

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and then slid into bed. The sheets were so soft, and smelled so fresh and clean. I felt a bit like a princess surrounded by such luxury. I lay awake for a while, thinking about Mr. Crane and the life he must lead. To be so well off and yet have no girlfriend, no wife. He must be lonely. It was hard for me to understand.

The next morning, I awoke to a rap on the door. The morning sun was streaming in through the window.

"Emi, are you awake? What would you like for breakfast?"

Wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I got up, and went over to the door. Russell was in the kitchen, rattling away, making something.

"Some pancakes perhaps? Or some fruit salad?" he offered.

"Um, yeah, whatever is easiest," I murmured, still a bit groggy. I climbed up on a bar stool, but winced as I felt the cool leather on my bare bottom. Worried that it was showing, I pulled the shirt tails down to cover up. Russell was humming away.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, a faint smile on his lips.

"Yes, fine."

"After breakfast, once you're ready, we can go to the restaurant, and see if they have your bag."

Somehow in all the excitement, I'd almost forgotten about that. I had to admit that it was kind of nice staying in this beautiful chalet being treated so special. I didn't want to go home, not yet. Last night, he'd asked me to pose nude (?), but since I didn't say yes, was he trying to get rid of me? Did he not like me? The women in his photos tended to be big curvaceous blondes. Didn't I have charms of my own? He hadn't even seen me naked yet!

Of course, the whole idea was kind of silly. He was my father's friend, twice my age, not really marriage material. If I did pose nude for him, what would I tell my father? This was all so wrong, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. We sat down to breakfast, when I let slip,

"What do you do with those photographs after you take them?"

"Which photographs?" he echoed, playing dumb.

"The nudes I mean."

"Oh, those ones. I guess it all depends." He didn't seem in any great rush to tell me.

"Do you sell them?" I asked glancing over at the Playboys on his book shelf.

"Oh no. Not usually. Mostly, I just keep them... or give them to the model." He seemed awfully standoffish now, quite different from the hungry look of the night before.

"What I mean is if you were to take pictures of me..."

His eyes suddenly lit up.

"So you are interested after all!" he beamed.

"Oh no, no. Don't get the wrong idea!" I certainly didn't want him telling my dad that I'd offered to pose nude for him. My dad had raised me to be a lady. He'd be terribly shocked if he knew I was here alone in Russell's bachelor pad.

"I was just curious. That's all." I guess he could sense my nervousness, because he went quiet. I finished off the last of my pancakes in silence.

"Can I use your shower?" I asked.

"Yeah, be my guest." He looked a bit repentant for teasing me, but I think he was wondering if I was just being coy. After all, I'd been lounging around in this dress shirt, letting him see my cleavage and bare thighs. I wasn't trying to tease him, although I guess it might have looked that way. I wasn't used to the whole situation, being here alone with a strange guy, staying in his beautiful house, his kindness. Japanese guys aren't that forward I guess.

Anyway, I dashed off to have a shower. Afterwards coming out, I realized that my clean clothes were still in my bag at the restaurant. Wrapping a fresh towel around me, I opened the bedroom door a crack, and called out.

"Um, Mr. Crane? Do you have anything else I could wear?"

"Oh, help yourself to whatever you like in my closet there," he called back. I wandered into his closet, and peered at all his clothes. His shirts, trousers, jackets and sweaters were way too big for me. Finally, I spotted something that might do, a beige poncho, sort of like a wool blanket with a round hole in the middle. Dropping my towel, I pulled the poncho on over my head. It hung down to my thighs, but the problem was that it was all open at the sides. I dug out my panties from the day before, but they needed washing. I rinsed them out in the sink, but I couldn't very well wear them soaking wet. Now what do I do?

"Um, Mr. Crane, do you think you could go to the restaurant, and pick up my bag for me?"

"Um, maybe you'd better come along just to make sure we get the right one."

Sigh. I guess he is right.

I paraded back and forth in front of the mirror, trying to tell if I could get away with wearing this poncho outside. It was fairly large, but I felt terribly nervous with no panties on. Slowly, I gathered my courage, and went out into the living room, trying to hold the sides still, so he wouldn't see in. Mr. Crane broke out into a big smile as soon as he saw me.

"All ready? Let's go."

He gathered his car keys and a biggish black bag, and then waited at the front entrance, while I squatted down to pull on my shoes. At first, I thought he was just watching me tie my shoes, but when I followed his gaze downward, I suddenly realized that he could see the curve of my bare behind. I quickly did up my shoes, and stood back up, but I felt all hot and embarrassed. Well, it wasn't like he'd never seen a naked woman before, but I wasn't so used to being commando in front of one of my father's friends. Was he getting an erection?

Once we got outside, I could feel the cool mountain breeze swirling all around my body. In the car, I felt a bit safer, but when he turned to watch as I did up my seat belt, I regretted sitting up front. The slit in my poncho ran right up my side, so he could see my bare thigh and hips quite a ways up. I felt terribly exposed sitting right next to him dressed like this.

When we got to the restaurant, he parked out in front. I carefully held the sides of the poncho together as we made our way in. Luckily, the staff was there, and they had my suitcase with my bus tickets and everything. I was so relieved! I thanked them, and then we brought the suitcase back out to the car, as I puzzled over where I could change.

"Do you want me to drop you off at the bus station?" Russell asked, trying not to smile.

"Uh... hold on. Let me check the schedule." I had to let go of the poncho to use my phone. I turned away to hide, but the back of my poncho kept billowing up in the breeze exposing my bare bottom. Despite myself, I was getting all excited. I didn't see any people on the street, but I was quite naked out in the middle of this picturesque mountain town.

"I guess I have time...," I admitted.

"If you'd like, I can take you back to the house. It will be warmer there."

I studied his face, trying to tell if he was hitting on me.

"Um, yeah, that's fine. I have to give this back to you," I said stretching out the flap of the poncho. He smiled. He must know I'm naked underneath. I got into the front seat, and straightened the poncho, trying to hide my bare bottom. I don't know why, but I was getting so excited. Do I like him? He is pretty handsome... attentive, generous.

As we drove back, Russell turned off onto a winding road that headed further up the mountain.

"Here. Since we have some time now, there's something I want to show you."

My heart sped up at this sudden change of course. Where was he taking me? Soon though, he pulled into a small roadside parking lot overlooking the town down in the valley below.

"What is this?"

"It's just a lookout. I thought you might like the view." He got his camera out of the back seat, and then went over to the edge to take some pictures. I cautiously got out of the car, but the wind was quite strong this high up. It kept blowing my poncho up all over the place. As if that wasn't bad enough, there was a truck parked nearby, and the driver had gotten out to check the view. A whole stream of cars was driving by on the highway behind us.

I paused beside the car trying to figure out how to keep people from seeing how naked I was. The back kept billowing up exposing my bare bottom. This is crazy. What on earth am I doing out here anyway? If I had any sense, I would get back into the car. One good thing though was that none of the cars going by seemed to have noticed. The long truck was in the way, and people driving by were probably focusing on the road.

Russell was standing at the railing, and motioned for me to come join him. Was he trying to get me to pose naked for him? To tell you the truth, I wasn't so worried about Russell. He'd been a gentleman, but a bigger problem was the truck driver. He was standing a little ways off, but still close enough to see me. Beyond him, there were a few more tourists standing at the rails.

I stood there hiding behind the car for the longest time. Russell looked over at the truck driver. I guess he could tell I was worried. The truck driver had turned his back to us, gazing out at the view.

Russell had been so kind to me these last two days I almost felt like I should repay him somehow. If I'm going to do this though, I'd better move quickly. The longer we stay out here, the greater the chance that someone might notice.

I clutched the sides of the poncho trying to hold it together, and cautiously stepped out from behind the car. The truck driver was still facing the other way. Russell looked at me, clearly excited at the prospect of finally getting to see me naked.

Once I reached the railing, he began snapping pictures of me. I tried to smile, and pose, but I was still worried about the truck driver. He still had his back to us, and it looked like he was heading back towards his truck.

Russell motioned for me to fix my hair, which kept blowing over my face. That would mean letting go of my poncho though. I wasn't sure what to do, but I was all excited too. I finally let go, and watched in horror, as the hem blew up exposing my pussy to Russell. He opened his eyes wide, teasing me, and I could tell he was delighted. I was getting pretty turned on myself.

The wind tossed my poncho all over the place. I guess that was making it hard for Russell to take good pictures. He came closer, and motioned for me to take the poncho off. I gave him a peeved look, pretending like I'd never intended to get naked. He just kind of laughed. It was kind of obvious we were both getting off on my exposure.

I was still worried about the truck driver and other tourists, but we didn't have much time, so I finally gave in. I carefully gathered the poncho around my arms, and then lifted it up and right off over my head! The wind was blasting my body, my naked skin, but it actually felt pretty thrilling being out here naked with all these people around. I handed Russell the poncho, but then scampered around behind the marker stone, trying to hide from the cars out on the road. Russell kept shooting with his camera though, taking scores of shots, clearly ecstatic that I'd got up the nerve to strip.

Russell motioned for me to do some poses. I'd never really modeled before, not for a real photographer anyway. I did my best to keep my eyes on the camera, and ignore the tourists further down, and the cars going by on the round behind us. It was hard not to be overwhelmed at the enormity of what we were doing. I did pose next to the marker stone, walked a bit closer to the tourists, and sat on the guard rail lifting up my leg in a sexy pose. I was so keyed up, the excitement getting to me, as I paraded around naked. It was getting me so worked up I could feel an orgasm coming on.

A problem though was the truck driver. He must have seen me strip, and kept coming around from behind Russell's car, trying to get a better look at me! Russell didn't seemed too worried. I guess he's done this kind of thing before although I hadn't really seen bystanders in his other nudes. Maybe I was the only one who'd agreed to go this far.

Embarrassed, I walked back towards the car trying to hide from the truck driver at least. I came around to the far side, and opened the car door, getting in, but Russell motioned for me to come back out, and pose by the car. I was like 'What?,' but still all excited, I got out, and let him take pictures of my bare bottom while this silly truck driver looked on. It was so weird. I swear I was so excited it wasn't even funny.

"Wave to him," Russell joked. I felt silly, but I waved. The guy gave me a toothy grin. I finally got in the car, doing my seat-belt up in a vain effort to cover up. Russell came around to the driver's side, peering over at me in amazement.

"Wow! That was something!" I exclaimed, still out of breath.

"Yeah, wow is right! You're gorgeous!" he told me a bit breathless himself.

I was glad to be back in the relative safety of his car, but Russell kept staring at me, looking me up and down, marveling at my daring. Embarrassed, I motioned for him to hand me the poncho. He did. I covered my front, but I couldn't pull it on with my seat belt on. I glanced around trying to find the truck driver, worried that he still might be watching.

Russell started the car, and backed out. The truck driver walked along next to our car, peering in at me, trying to get my attention. Russell finally pulled out onto the highway, and we were away. I was glad to leave the truck driver behind, but my heart was still beating away a mile a minute. I felt so alive, so exhilarated. Russell glanced over, his face lit up.

"Wow! Emi. You are amazing!"

"Um, thanks... That was pretty intense," I admitted my head still swimming from the enormity of what I'd just done.

I peered over at him. He had his hands on the wheel, and was trying to watch the road, but it was kind of obvious that my sitting here naked had got to him. A little tent had formed at the front of his trousers. He hadn't said so, but I'm pretty sure he wanted to... well, you know... get to know me better.

If I'm going to be perfectly honest, I was kind of curious myself what it would be like to... you know, like sleep with him. I'd heard older men take their time, really building the anticipation, raising you up to a fever pitch before getting to the main event if you know what I mean. And here I was far from home, far from anyone who knows me. Who would even know?

Without really deciding, I pulled the poncho away from me, looking down at my own naked body. My bare skin shone pastel pink in the sunlight. My breasts had perked up from the excitement, making them bigger, more like these western women Russell seemed to like so much. My black pubic hair had grown back in, but was fairly neatly trimmed, an inviting triangle of fur pointing down to my nether-regions. Russell cast a sideways glance at me, tickled pink. To be honest, I was excited too.

Hoping to fetch my ticket, I put down the poncho, and undid my seat-belt. I turned around, and got up onto my knees on the seat, and reached into the back, letting Russell and everyone driving by see my bare bottom.

"Emi! What on earth are you doing?" Russell cried out. "People can see you. Get down!"

"I'm just trying to get my suitcase," I explained. "Where is it?"

"It's in the trunk!"

"Oh," I gulped. I felt kind of foolish.

"Hang on. I'll stop the car, so we can get it."

I climbed back down, and turned to face the front, looking out at the cars going by wondering if anyone had got a good look at me. I think some of the drivers probably did see, but no one honked or anything, so maybe it was OK.

Russell stopped the car, and got out beckoning for me to follow. I peered down at the poncho, then out at the road. There didn't seem to be so many cars now, so just to be funny, I got out naked, just in my sandals, and walked around to the back. Russell laughed when he saw me. I was actually glad he seemed so cool with my running around naked like this. In Oceanview, I'm usually more careful, but there was something exciting about being away from home, away from everyone I knew. This was great, so fun.

Russell opened the trunk, and nodded for me to get what I wanted. I bent over, and twirled my suitcase around, so I could open it. Russell was peering over at me, this wicked gleam in his eye as he ogled me. It was pretty funny.

Unfortunately, I may have taken things too far. For starters, a mini-van drove by, and they must have seen me because they slowed to a stop, and looked like they might come back this way. Then two young bucks out joyriding on a motor-scooter drove by, and let out a 'whoop' when they saw me bent over.

"Here. You'd better get back in the car," Russell warned. I fished out my ticket as quick as I could, then shut the suitcase, and scampered back to the side door. The mini-van had stopped, and the guys inside were watching me now. I got in, and locked the door, a bit afraid actually. Russell closed the trunk, came back, and got in. I was more worried about these other guys, but Russell was staring right at me, at my naked body.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked.

"Wow. You're..." He didn't finish his sentence, but he did lean over, and try to kiss me!

"Um, Russell. Those guys in that mini-van look like they might be coming."

He turned to look. One guy had got out of the van. Russell seemed annoyed, but soon he started up the car, and drove us away from there. My heart was really beating loud now. I straightened out the ticket, and looked at the time.

"My bus is supposed to leave at two," I noted. We didn't have much time.

"Do you want to stay another night?" he asked, serious all of a sudden.

I didn't know quite what to say. I was horny, definitely, and I did find him attractive, but there were so many questions. Would I have to buy a fresh bus ticket? Loretta and Ryosuke were waiting for me back in Oceanview, expecting me tonight. And then there was my dad. What would we tell him? I'm banging your handsome friend?

"Um... that's an awful nice offer," I started. "But... uh..." I studied his face, trying to figure out where he was going with all this. He was trying to mask his feelings, but I could tell he was excited to have me sitting here naked next to him, so close.

"I mean you've been super nice and everything..."

Before we could talk this through, we arrived at the bus station. He pulled into this little parking lot next door. There was a bus at the other end, and a couple of cars, but I couldn't see any people. My clothes were all still in his trunk. All I had was this poncho at my feet, but it belonged to him.

"What should we do about this poncho?" I asked. Russell turned to look at me, weighing what to do I guess. Doesn't he feel guilty too? Here I was, the innocent (?) young daughter of his college friend sitting here stark naked in his car!

He cast his gaze down looking at my breasts, all swollen up from the excitement. He peered down at my sleek black pussy hair, licking his lips. He'd been a good boy up until then, but I think my immodesty was starting to get to him.

"God. You are so gorgeous," he breathed. He leaned forward threatening to kiss me, but when I averted my lips, he kissed my neck instead. It was sending shivers up my spine. Despite my misgivings, it did feel good being kissed. I was getting more and more excited.

"Mr. Crane? Mr. Crane? Did you hear me? Do you need the poncho, or can I borrow it till next time?"

He wasn't really listening though. He reached out, and cupped my breasts, bouncing them up and down. I was kind of torn, excited, but through the windshield, I noticed that the ticket clerk had spotted us, and come out of his booth to see what was going on. Russell slid one hand down between my legs touching me down there, my most sensitive place. He was good with his hands, obviously quite experienced, but the conductor was coming this way.

"Mr. Crane? Mr. Crane!" I yelled more insistently now, finally getting him to look. The conductor seemed angry. Russell finally relented. I grabbed the poncho from the floor, and pulled it on over my head as the conductor came up. He signaled for me to roll down a window, so I did.

"Is everything alright here?" he asked.

"Um, yeah, I'm just here to catch that bus," I nodded, blinking shyly under his gaze.

"Oh OK. It's leaving soon, so you'd better hurry."

I nodded that I understood, wiping my eyes trying to hide how excited I was. The conductor backed off, letting me get out of the car. He peered down at my bare legs and thighs, and however much else he could see through the gaps at the sides. I don't know if he'd seen that I was naked or not. Maybe the dashboard blocked his view of my breasts as he walked up.

Russell came round, and opened the trunk for me. The conductor was still watching us, so it wasn't like we could sort this all out. I got out my suitcase, and gave Russell a kiss on the cheek, whispering,

"Thanks," in his ear.

"Um, yeah, cheez, Emi. You are something..." He didn't finish his sentence. I said goodbye, and then walked with the conductor to the bus. Before I got on, I turned and yelled to Russell,

"I'll send you the poncho," but clearly, he didn't care so much about that.

As I walked to the back to find a seat, the driver closed the doors. I finally found an empty row, and slid in. I wave goodbye to Russell as we pulled away.

I fished some pants out of my suitcase, and with some effort managed to pull them on. The other people in the bus were kind of mumbling about something, but I just ignored all that. My gosh that was close.

All the way back, I kept playing over the whole thing again in my mind. Russell was sweet, but I don't know. I didn't know what I should do. I probably should learn to settle down more, not get myself into these situations.

Emi Tsuruta