A few posts ago, I started to tell you about my visit
back to Japan the winter before last. So far, I guess
I mainly talked about my hot spring trip with my
cousin Namie, but actually there are a couple more
things that happened. One day, I was up in my old
room in my parents’ house getting ready to go out,
when I heard these loud metallic rattling 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 where
the workman was wrestling with the door making a
horrible racket. “Um, excuse me,” I called out. “Is
this going to take long? I kind of want to use the
shower.”
He turned, looked back 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 were talking about checking into an
inn,” she offered.
“Oh no! I don’t have time. I’m supposed to meet
Miori in Tokyo at 6.”
“You’ll just have to go to a sentou,” she shrugged.
Sentous are the 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 once or
twice when I was little, but not lately. I’d gotten
so used to having my own bath.
“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, and
stuffed a change of clothes into my bag. My mom gave
me directions, and I bundled up in my winter coat and
boots, and headed out. Shimizuyu is south of the
station and quite a long bus ride away 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 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. He
must be 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 room was kind
of divided in two by a high bank of lockers running up
the middle. I peeked around the end, but there was no
one there, no one in the change room at all. I
glanced back at the man, but he seemed to be reading
the newspaper. I didn’t really want to change out
here where he could see, so I walked around to the far
side of the lockers. Sun was shining in through the
windows, and outside I could see some trees and the
wall of the shop next door. I could hardly 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 between the two buildings, 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
sitting just on the other side of the lockers. 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 faint twinge of excitement from standing
next to the window 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 in my bag inside the
locker. Oh shoot! I’ve got to stop doing this. This
is like the hundredth time. I put the key back in the
lock, but I’d couldn’t get the locker to open. I
looked closer, and realized that the shoulder strap
from my backpack had gotten caught in the lock. I
struggled with the door and key, and there was no
handle or anything to grab onto. I was starting to
worry a bit because here I was stark naked, and I
couldn’t get to my clothes. I slowly realized I’d
probably 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 tanlines or anything, but I really
did look horribly indecent with my breasts sticking
way out and my fluffy black pubic hair glistening in
the bright light. I tried to cover my body with my
hands, but that looked just silly. Anyway, I couldn’t
just stand here forever. I peeked my head around the
corner, and looked up at the man on the bandai. 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 for a second almost as if he were
annoyed, but soon set down his paper, pushed open the
swinging door in the counter, and came over. I bit my
lip bracing to see his reaction when he realized I was
naked. He glanced down at my pussy briefly with a
deadpan expression, but quickly turned to the locker.
I couldn’t believe how calm he seemed. Here I was,
standing here stark naked next to man I didn’t even
know. My whole body was starting to shake. I felt
like I was on fire. I didn’t know what to do, how to
act. I guess I really should have covered up, but for
some reason, I thought that might seem even more
strange, indecent somehow. I could feel something on
my leg, a bit of fluff, so I reached down, and brushed
it off.
After a while though, I couldn’t take it anymore. I
finally moved around behind him, as he reached up, and
fiddled with the door. He turned the key, and then
pulled on the strap of my bag finally getting the door
open. He turned to face me, and scolded,
“You can’t let things get caught in the door. These
are old lockers, and we get this problem a lot.”
I nodded, and bowed an apology still feeling terribly
embarrassed. He squinted at me for a moment, and then
disappeared back around the corner. I let out a deep
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. What am I doing? To
him, it seemed like no big deal, but the whole
situation was making me crazy. When I was done
showering, I slipped into the pool, and started to
calm down a bit. By the time I’d gotten back dressed,
I was more or less back to normal. When I passed him,
the man gave me a faint smile. I geuss he’d found the
whole thing amusing too.
I didn’t quite make it to Tokyo for six, but I ended
up having a good visit with Miori anyway. She was
still on about coming to the States to see me
sometime.
When I got back to the house that night, my parents
were off at the hotel, so no one was home. It felt
strange to be home alone, a little bit scary. The
door to our bath had been torn right out, and there
were buckets of plaster and tarps 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,
but she promised that the workman would be done by
then. I stayed up watching TV for a little bit, but
there was nothing good on, so I ended up going to bed
early.
The next morning, I woke up hearing the workman
knocking on our door. I was still in my nightie, but
he just kept on knocking, so I went down, and let him
in. He looked a bit surprised when I answered the
door, perhaps expecting my mom or someone. I didn’t
have any make-up on, so I kind of 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. He had gone
back outside to get his tools, 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 leading to the bath. I
could hear him coming and going, but with the curtain
shut, at least he wouldn’t be able to see me.
I still felt nervous though, but I quickly washed, and
rinsed my hair, and then started to sponge off my
legs. I wanted to sponge off my whole body, but I
knew I shouldn’t with the workman buzzing around. I
didn’t like feeling all sticky though. Staring over
at the curtain, I lifted up my nightie, and sponged at
my tummy and underarms. He was right there, I could
tell, just on the other side of the curtain, setting
up his stuff. Almost in a trance, I pulled down my
panties, and nervously sponged between my legs. I
knew I was taking a terrible risk, but I just couldn’t
help myself. I ended up pulling my panties right off
and rubbing soap and water all over my secret places.
Suddenly, I heard my cellphone ringing. Oh shoot. It
had to be Michiyo. I’d better answer it. I peeked
through the curtain into the bath to make sure the
workman was still there, and then ran around to the
front hall to where my bag was. I quickly bent over,
and fished the 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 driving me crazy.
“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 and much
warmer than the day before. I didn’t see anyone
outside, so I paused for a moment enjoying the feeling
of the warm sun on my naked skin as I chatted with
Michiyo. The wind was blowing my nightie up all over
the place, and I couldn’t help laughing. When I
turned though, I suddenly realized the workman had
come out into the hallway, and was staring down in
shock at my bare behind.
“Emi, Emi! What’s wrong?” Michiyo asked. My mind had
froze. I couldn’t think how to explain what I was
doing out here half naked in the open doorway. I just
stood there for the longest time, leaning forward, my
legs spread, feeling tingles run up my spine as he
stared on. I slowly straightened back up, and opened
my eyes wide blinking at him innocently wondering what
he would do. He seemed even more surprised than I
was. I eventually pulled the door shut, and my
nightie settled back down almost covering my bare
bottom. I pulled the front of the nightie down to
cover my pussy, and nervously edged past him scurrying
back to the kitchen. I stood there for a while my
heart pounding in my chest, wondering what he was
going to do.
“Emi, Emi. Are you OK?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just had to deal with the workman
for a moment.” I took a deep breath, still wondering
where he was. “Anyway, I’ve got to get ready. I may
be a bit late. I’ll call you when I’m at the station,
OK?”
Apparently, the workman had gone out to his van to get
some more stuff, so I quickly finished sponging off,
dashed up to my room, and got dressed. I left the
house in a terrible rush not bothering to say anything
to him. I sure hope he doesn’t tell my parents about
this. I guess I’ve told you I’ve done things like
this before, but rarely so close to him. That was a
little too close.
Anyway, I caught the bus to the sentou, took off my
boots, and dashed into the women’s dressing room.
There were a lot more customers there than the day
before. There were two women there, naked, fresh from
the bath, a couple of little girls already dressed,
and another man (the real owner?) and his wife
sweeping the floor. I was more than a little shocked
to see this guy wandering around in the change room
while all these women were changing. These two women
in particular didn’t seem too offended. They were
even kind of laughing because the guy was deliberately
sweeping right next to them, I guess so he could get a
better look at their naked bodies. One of the women
quickly pulled on a t-shirt, and wrapped a towel
around her waist, but the other woman just stood there
smiling, and letting him look at her bare bottom as
she got her bra done up. I was so surprised both by
the nerve of this guy and by how calm they all were
about the situation. The two girls were just looking
on a bit surprised, but the man’s wife was laughing
her head off. Eventually, the guy let them be, and
came back to the bandai, so I could pay.
There was another woman there, and she stripped right
off standing right in front of the bandai. I began to
feel silly almost for how embarrassed I’d gotten the
day before. It really did seem to be no big deal. I
chose a locker on this side this time, right across
from the bandai. The wife had disappeared, but just
as I was about to take off my panties, the bandai man
came back in. I hesitated for a moment waiting for
him to take his seat, and then stripped naked. I have
to admit I felt a little thrill at my own daring.
I went into the baths, showered off, and took a quick
dip. There was another girl there around my age. We
finished, and came back out to the dressing room at
the same time. The guy kept coming in and out
obviously trying to get a look at us while we toweled
off, but the other girl didn’t seem worried about him
at all. I could definitely feel him watching me, but
I stretched up and arched my back giving him a little
show. I didn’t have much time though, so I eventually
got dressed, and headed out to meet Michiyo.
That night, Michiyo came back to our house with me.
The workman had finished installing the new door, but
the plaster still wasn’t dry. My sister Norika was
there too, and my parents offered to get us a room at
their inn, but I offered to take them to the sento
instead. I kind of wanted to show it to Michiyo and
Norika anyway, and see what they made of it all. I
kept wondering if I was the only one who felt this
way, so I wanted to see what they thought.
When we got there though, instead of one of the old
men, there was a boy our age on the bandai. It took
me a second, but I soon realized he was one of the
boys Michiyo and I used to go to high school with.
“Naoya, what are you doing here?” I asked, surprised
to see him. I hadn’t seen him for years, since high
school graduation.
“I’m just helping my parents out over the break,” he
smiled. Thinking back, I vaguely remembered him
saying that his parents ran a sentou. I guess he even
invited us here, a couple of times, although I doubt
we ever went. I always had the feeling that he had a
crush on Michiyo or me, or perhaps the two of us. He
was a nice enough guy I guess, but I already had a
boyfriend at the time, and Michiyo was more into this
guy named Yuuji.
“Three?” he asked. I nodded, and we each handed him
our money. Michiyo had gone all quiet all of a
sudden, embarrassed I guess to run into Naoya here.
He motioned for us to go ahead, but Michiyo looked a
bit hesitant.
“Did you know he’d be here?” Michiyo whispered. I
shook my head no. There seemed to be a few women in
the bath, but there was no one much in the change
room. Norika moved a bit further down, but still in
view of the bandai, and started changing. I guess she
really didn’t know Naoya that well, but Michiyo looked
distinctly uncomfortable about the idea of getting
undressed with him sitting right there watching us.
He was looking down at a magazine or something, trying
his best to look like he didn’t care. I finally
decided to just forget about him, and get undressed.
I took off my boots, pants and tights, but when I
looked in my bag, I realized I’d forgotten to bring my
towel again.
“Do you want a towel?” I asked Michiyo, and she
nodded. I strolled over to the counter, pulling my
sweater down to cover my panties, and shyly asked
Naoya,
“Um, do you think we could get two towels?”
He looked up, and glanced down at my bare legs, and
then in the door at Michiyo and Norika. Michiyo
blushed, and held her slacks up to hide her panties.
“Oh, ye-ye-yeah. Sure,” he stammered, clearly a bit
flustered himself. Seeing Naoya again brought back a
lot of memories from high school. Now that I thought
about it, Naoya had always been pretty nice to both
Michiyo and me.
He brought back two towels, and handed them to me. I
smiled at him, and then scooted back to my locker. I
gave Michiyo her towel, and waited for Naoya to turn
away. He definitely took his time about sitting down.
Norika was kind of shielded by the two of us, so she
just nonchalantly peeled off her top, and undid her
bra. I was the closest to the door, so I waited till
he was definitely looking away, and finally pulled off
my panties.
“This towel’s kind of small, don’t you think?” Michiyo
said holding it up against her body. “More like a
washcloth than a towel.”
Naoya overheard her, and looked up again. I grabbed
my own towel, and held it up to cover my bare bottom.
It was one thing to have those old men flitting
around, and quite another to have Naoya stare right at
me. Norika was naked by then, and she calmly walked
back to the bath, and went inside while Naoya stared
at her sultry hips. He eventually snapped out of it,
and asked us,
“What’s wrong?”
I glanced back at Michiyo, who looked really tense,
and then I pulled the towel around to cover my pussy
and walked over to show him.
“Do you have any bigger ones?” I asked my voice
wavering from the embarrassment. He stared at me for
the longest time, and then finally said,
“Oh, yeah. Let me just check.” He came right out
into the women’s change room, and rounded the corner
into some kind of storage closet. He must have
stumbled or something because soon we heard this loud
crash.
“Are you alright?” I asked, peering nervously over
towards the door.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
Michiyo came over, and tried to get me to put my
panties back on, but I waved her away. I guess I was
getting a bit turned on by then, standing out here
bottomless with Naoya so close by. She tried to force
me to take them, but I really wasn’t interested.
Instead, I grabbed her panties, and tried to pull them
down.
“Kyaaa!” she screamed. That wouldn’t have been so
bad, but just then I saw three guys wander in way over
on the other side of the bandai. I was standing there
with my bare bottom showing, so I quickly scurried
back away from the counter. Michiyo lightly hit me on
the shoulder, but I told her to shush. The guys
seemed to be construction workers, young men, wearing
hachimakis (headbands) on their heads. Soon, Naoya
came back, and took their money. I could see this one
guy edging over trying to peek in on us. Eventually,
they went inside, but we could still hear their
voices. Naoya turned back to me, and said,
“I can’t seem to find the bigger towels. I don’t know
where my mom put them.”
“I see. Um, that’s OK, I guess,” I replied. Michiyo
shot me this look, but what could we do? He said he
couldn’t find them, so we’d have to make do with the
small ones. Eventually, he settled back into his
seat. Michiyo and I quickly finished undressing, and
headed into the bath.
“What took you guys so long?” Norika asked.
“Michiyo wanted a bigger towel.”
Norika laughed. Michiyo looked liked she wanted to
say something, but she ended up not. We sat our bare
bottoms down on the little plastic stools, and ran the
water.
“Hey, it’s cold,” Michiyo complained. Mine was too.
We looked over at Norika, who was already soaking in
the pool.
“Mine was alright,” she told us calmly. We tried a
couple more taps, but they all seemed to be for cold
water. Michiyo and I looked at each other.
“I’ll go,” I offered.
“But put something on,” she called after me. I slid
open the glass door, and then looked back giving her a
mischievous grin. I was already getting naughty
thoughts in my head. I paused for a moment to get up
my nerve, covered my pussy with the washcloth, and
then bravely walked right up to the bandai, peering up
shyly at Naoya. He seemed kind of shocked to see me
out here again virtually naked this time.
“A-a-all we’re getting from the t-t-taps is c-c-cold
water,” I told him, my voice wavering even more. He
just sat there staring at my bare breasts and the
washcloth I was covering my pussy with. I felt so
embarrassed, but exhilarated too I guess. What a
thrill it was to flash a guy I used to go to school
with. After a long silence, he finally came out, and
went back into the storage room next to the entrance.
“I thought I’d turned all the water heaters on. It
must be one of these switches here somewhere,” I could
hear him saying. I walked right over to the front
entrance, and peered out. There wasn’t anyone in the
entrance hall, and even the workers we saw earlier
sounded like they’d gone into the baths on the guys
side. I was feeling so frisky standing out here in
the buff. I tiptoed out into the hall, and scurried
over to the front door. It sounded pretty quiet, so I
carefully slid it open, and peeked out. There was
snow on the streets, but no sign of any cars. That
would be such a rush to nip outside into the street
naked like this. Unfortunately, I could hear Naoya
coming back, so I quickly shut the door, and scooted
back to the girls change room before he saw me.
“Everything seems alright there,” he assured me. “Are
you sure you’re turning the taps right? There’s kind
of trick to it.”
I stared up at him nervously, but I was starting to
feel cold and more than a little embarrassed, so I
backed up into the change room. He asked,
“Do you mind if I come in, and show you?” he went on.
I just gaped at him, a bit taken aback at the
question. I was kind of excited though by then, so
without really thinking about it, I finally nodded my
head for him to come in. I backed up out of his way,
and let him go through. I knew that Michiyo would
probably flip out as soon as she saw him, but I
couldn’t help wondering how they all would react. He
rapped on the glazed glass door.
“Emi?” Michiyo called out nervously.
“It’s Naoya. Can I just show you how to turn on the
hot water tap?”
She must have been so shocked. All we could hear was
silence. He apparently took this as a yes, and
carefully slid open the glass door, and went in.
“Excuse me for barging in like this,” he said
politely. He was grinning from ear to ear so happy to
finally get a chance to see the three of us naked.
Norika was well hidden in the bath, but Michiyo was
standing right there covering her pussy with her
washcloth, her cheeks a bright shade of pink.
“Sorry, this’ll just take a second.” He rotated this
big steel dial on one of the faucets, and then turned
the handle. “There. That’s hotter, isn’t it?”
Michiyo looked like she was about to faint. I finally
sat my bare bottom down on one of the stools, and
turned the dial the way he had done.
“Oh, I see now,” I said, smiling up at him. He looked
pleased as punch to be of service. Norika cradled her
head on her hands at the edge of the tub, and asked
him,
“Do you often come into the girls’ side?”
“To clean it when there’s no one here. Usually girls
don’t like it if I come right in.”
Michiyo sat back down on one of the stools, turning
her back to him trying to hide her embarrassment. He
glanced back and forth from her to me, obviously
thrilled to no end to see us naked.
“So were you guys in the same class?” Norika asked.
“Yeah, I guess we were,” he said sitting down on the
tub ledge next to Norika. He was staring right at
Michiyo, craning his head around to peek at her pussy.
“Here, why don’t you get him to scrub your backs?”
Norika suggested, obviously enjoying teasing us.
Naoya grinned, but I quickly vetoed that idea.
“Um no thanks. Michiyo and I aren’t really used to
bathing with guys, are we?” I touched her shoulder,
but she looked over at me with this fire blazing in
her eyes. I’ve never seen her like this before. I
couldn’t tell for sure if it was embarrassment or
excitement or what, but anyway, she definitely looked
pretty worked up about something. Naoya too was
clearly getting more and more excited.
“Um, I was thinking… now that Emi’s back maybe we
should organize some kind of reunion you know for
people from our class.”
It was a good idea, but by then, even I was beginning
to feel uncomfortable sitting here letting him stare
at us naked.
“OK, OK. Can we talk about that later?”
“Um, yeah, OK,” he said finally getting up. He took
one last lingering look at Michiyo and me, and then
walked back to the door. “Have a nice bath,” he waved
cheerily, leaving. We finally showered off, and got
in the bath with Norika. Michiyo looked mortified,
and I felt pretty strange myself. Norika was just
sitting there looking amused.
“He looked pretty happy to see you two,” she joked. I
just rolled my eyes. When we were done, I went to the
glass door, and peeked out to see if Naoya was
watching. Luckily, he seemed to be talking to some
customers on the other side, so we all dashed out, and
quickly got dressed. On our way out, he asked,
“Can I get you guys phone numbers? I’ll phone up
Morisawa and Yuuji and them and see what they’re
doing.” Morisawa was another classmate who kind of
hung around with us, and Yuuji was the guy that
Michiyo liked. I hadn’t seen either of them for ages.
I wrote down my phone number on his pad, and Michiyo
eventually wrote hers too.
“OK, I’ll give you a call,” he smiled. We said
goodbye, and left. Norika had this catlike smile the
whole way home.
“What?” I asked.
“No, it’s just you two seem pretty popular.”
I laughed, but Mitsuyo just smiled weakly.
Anyway, I’ll tell you more next time. Take care.
