Invite Me to the Sports Match
Once upon a time, during a leisurely stroll, Ryosuke proposed visiting a sushi restaurant he'd recently discovered in downtown Oceanview. This idea sounded delicious, so we made our way there. The establishment was in a strip mall not too far from my house, its decor quite Western; wooden floors, bright lights. I think the sushi chefs could have been Korean, but our waitress was Japanese.
The food was satisfactory: eel, salmon, tuna, avocado. We happened to overhear people at an adjacent table speaking Japanese. Ryosuke inquired if they were students like us, and to our surprise, they were! Their names were Haruko, Misae, and Koji. Haruko was sweet, fair-skinned, cheerful, and polite. Misae was smaller, darker, with a mischievous face and a mischievous laugh. She said she was occasionally mistaken for a Filipina. Koji was their protector, big as a sumo wrestler, but he spoke softly. These three appeared kind-hearted.
They told us about life in Los Angeles. Ryosuke and I had just returned from there; we recognized some of the places they mentioned: Hollywood, Venice Beach, Little Tokyo. One activity they enjoyed was attending baseball games. They invited us to join them, offering a glimpse into America's national pastime.
Although I'd watched high school baseball on Japanese television prior to my move stateside, I was quite unaware of U.S. sports. Haruko extolled the virtues of Shohei Ohtani, a player for the L.A. team then. I'd never heard of him, but she showed me some photos. This man was rather handsome, tall even for a Japanese, perfectly groomed, and beloved by fans.
The day of the game, I showered and cleaned up, eager to be presentable. I examined my reflection in the mirror. My damp black locks covered my naturally pale forehead, my dark eyes burning, my lips rosy and ripe for kissing. I debated what clothing to wear. Misae struck me as accepting and liberal, while Haruko had hinted at her affection for Ohtani. Koji showed no sign of judgement, so I chose an athletic look: grey workout pants, a lacy cream tank top, and a short white hoodie. I informed my host mother, Loretta, of my plans and left to catch the train with Ryosuke. He, ever the gentleman, looked clean-shaven, with hair styled neatly. He greeted me with a smile, his kind eyes gladdened at my appearance.
On the train, I snuggled close to Ryosuke, flirting with his hand. He revealed his smartphone, recording us. I smiled for the lens, eager for this adventure.
Each pair of seats was slightly offset, creating a wall of privacy between us and our neighbors. A man sat in the next set forward, but he had seemingly reclined his seat and slept. Ryosuke pointed the camera at the other passengers, but no one seemed to notice. Ryosuke smiled at me, encouraging me to, well, not be so shy.
Though I wasn't entirely assured, I relented, carefully loosening his pants button. His semi-erect penis popped free. I draped the hoodie and jacket cover over it to shield it from view, though the passengers in front were oblivious. I played with his member lightly. He enjoyed this immense teasing, seeming unusually thrilled by my attentions.
I carefully stripped off my white mini-hoodie, adding it to the shield over his manhood. The passengers ahead gave no indication they were watching us. Then, I removed my cream crop top, allowing him to film my breasts, which became rather aroused.
I understood that Ryosuke desired me to go down on him, but the predicament was the lady before us spun around, and was attempting to adjust her seating. She couldn't witness Ryosuke's penis, but it would've been rather unusual of me to bend over, fellate him with her right there. I persevered in fondling his manhood, while attempting to act ordinary. I smiled for the camera, although it was actually quite bizarre, pleasuring him in the midst of this bustling train.
Eventually, the lady turned back away, so I eventually leaned over, wetting his schlong with the tip of my tongue. It was slightly challenging though, keeping an eye out for her, while enticing him. He was growing excited, requiring me to roll over, so he could undress me.
I was perched on the aisle, thus this would be challenging. I turned over on my side, ensuring an eye on the lady. Ryosuke piled the caps on top of me to conceal us, but I could feel him frantically searching beneath. I was more apprehensive about my sweatpants, but somehow he managed to detach my bra, and removed it. Then, he managed to pull my sweatpants down, remove my underwear, and allow me to dress myself again. I was fearful we'd be discovered, still not convinced no one had deduced our actions.
We endeavored to have sex on the train. I plead that we genuinely did. I was quite wet, thus his penis slipped in effortlessly. Unfortunately, that lady never ceased turning around, deterring us from achieving a rhythm, you know? I prompted him to lower his pants, enabling him to penetrate me more. He did manage a few excellent thrusts. I feigned a smile for the camera, although really, we seemed to be attracting more attention, ostensibly due to the noise or something, so we ceased repeatedly. Another complicating factor was we were entering Los Angeles. Eventually, he nodded we should desist, thus he pulled away. I was quite vexed to say the least. Perhaps if we had more time, we could've culminated our endeavor. It was indeed arousing.
Anyway, I acquired wet tissues, allowing Ryosuke to have one. I wiped off myself, and adjusted my pants and shirt. We were both still rather horny, but I attempted to abstain, and prevent any mishaps.
In Los Angeles, we alighted. I somewhat desired to retrieve my bra and underwear, but Ryosuke teased, "I like you better this way, free muff." I found it thrilling wandering around without these garments. The waistband was marginally loose, exposing the crack of my buttocks.
We eventually navigated the local transit, and boarded a bus to the stadium. Ryosuke gripped my hand tightly, constantly praising me on my sexiness.
Upon arrival at the stadium, Haruko, Misae and Koji were present. Haruko's complexion was as immaculate as ever, yet she was blushing for some reason. I wished to enter the field, but we had to await Steve, an American, Haruko's date apparently.
Eventually, Steve arrived, and we all met him. He was somewhat handsome-ish, possibly of Mediterranean descent with a touch of goofiness. His voice resembled Kermit the Frog's. Ryosuke gifted Haruko some cash, and she bestowed the counterfeit tickets to us.
The stadium was substantially sized. When we approached the field, I glimpsed some of the athletes preparing. They were hulking and presentable in their pristine baseball uniforms. One player drew near, displaying his fascination. Wow! Perhaps he believes I'm endearing!
When I turned around, Koji and Ryosuke were elbowing each other, pointing out that they could see a glimpse of my bottom above the waistband of my track pants. Feeling a little embarrassed, I quickly pulled up my pants, but Ryosuke seemed slightly disappointed. We were both still quite aroused from earlier moments.
During a break, I asked if I could exit to grab a drink. Ryosuke followed me.
"Wow, you look stunning," he said with a smile.
I looked down, blushing slightly but managed to respond with, "Thank you."
Ryosuke wrapped his arm around my waist and ran his hand across my bare hip. He leaned in to give me a kiss, but we were too close to others, so he backed off.
"You look so sexy!" he whispered in my ear. Airing on the side of caution, I turned away from him, but we couldn't hide our excitement.
"You wouldn't stop gawking when Ohtani was facing this way," he said jokingly.
"That's not true," I protested.
"Prove it then," he challenged.
He tried to corner me, but I simply dodged him and made a run for it.
"Come on, Emi. At least give me a kiss," he begged. After stalling for a moment, I finally went back to him and shared a kiss with him.
Having bought drinks, we returned to our seats. Steve moved over to sit next to me, replacing Haruko. I leaned forward to retrieve something from my purse, and noticed Steve staring at my bared breasts under the crop top I wore. My bra had been left behind, and I didn't want to upset Haruko, so I sat back up. Most people were too fixated on the game to pay attention to anything else.
As soon as Ohtani made it to the plate, audience members began to chant "Ohtani! Ohtani!". The camera panned across the crowd, capturing our reactions. I started dancing, thinking this might be my chance to expose myself. However, the screen abruptly changed, and I was suddenly shown on the big screen.
"Kiss cam" said the message, so I quickly instructed Ryosuke to bend down and give me a kiss. The crowd erupted into applause and cheers, creating a thrilling sensation. Ryosuke whispered that I should show my breasts, but before I could comply, the screen switched again. I felt a bit embarrassed but also aroused.
After sitting back down, the plastic chair felt cold against my bare butt cheeks. The cord holding my waistband taut allowed my pants to slide down, leaving my bare hiney fully visible. Steve was now watching the game with a huge grin, clearly entertained. The American sitting on the other side didn't seem to pay me any mind.
The stadium became tense as another L.A. player approached the plate. Ohtani had advanced to third base, and everyone held their breath as he attempted to run home. People were less focused on me, so I took advantage of the opportunity, flashing Ryosuke with my bare buttocks. He creased his face a bit, possibly wondering who had noticed. Neither Koji nor Steve seemed to mind, and it was enjoyable to tease Ryosuke in front of so many people.
As I slid back into my chair, the pants were dragged down even more, exposing my vagina. My pubic hair remained covered, but my derriere was fully exposed. Steve's attention turned back to the game, but I was a little nervous about how much attention it had attracted. The man sitting on my other side was still focused on the action on the field.
The atmosphere grew silent as another L.A. player stepped to the plate. I hesitated, wondering if I should stand up and bare my buttocks for everyone to see like I'd threatened previously. Though I didn't care much for the game, I naively believed it'd entertain Ryosuke if I followed through. He shook his head, expressing concern over the potential distress caused. Steve glanced over at me mischievously, wearing a satisfied grin. The American visitor continued to ignore me.
Pondering my options, I considered whether I should continue to tease Ryosuke or not, mouth quirking into a mischievous grin.
In the game, the next hitter has to be a quality batter as everyone was cheering. The pitcher from the opposite team tossed the ball two times, and everyone started booing.
"He's got a super arm!" someone yelled. I was trying to stay calm, but I was getting pretty nervous due to the excitement. I was so excited that I slid my hand down the front of my pants and began searching for my Hello Kitty. I was already wet by that point, and it wasn't even funny.
Then the pitcher began hurling the ball for real, but the Angels hitter missed the next two. The entire stadium grew quiet. Someone shouted,
"Gambaruk Ne!", which means "Go for it!" in Japanese. I was starting to get nervous, but then Ohtani's teammate managed to get a hit, and everyone stood up. I remained seated, hoping to see if Ohtani would make it home, but I couldn't see. I looked at Steve. He nodded that Ohtani was heading for home, so I eventually stood up. I got so carried away, dancing and jumping up and down that I lost hold of my waistband. It slid down to halfway on my knees, exposing both my bare bottom and my bush.
People were taken aback, but I was so turned on, I almost came. I glanced towards the American guy, but he'd seen me, and raised his eyebrows in astonishment. I realized what I was doing was probably wrong, but the feeling of the air on my private parts was driving me crazy. I looked at Ryosuke, hoping for a rescue, but he was on the upper level, just stunned by everything that just happened. Steve's sudden forcefulness caught us both off guard. After a moment, Ryosuke whispered in my ear,
"Sit down before they see you naked."
I grabbed my wrist free from Steve's grasp, pulled my pants back up, and focused on calming down. I then nudged Steve, telling him to be quiet. But Steve continued to stare at me, overwhelmed with desire. Ryosuke leaned down and whispered in my ear again,
"Please sit down before everyone sees you."
I shook my hand free from Steve's grip and pulled my pants back up. I was so wired I could barely shake. Ryosuke maneuvered himself between Steve and me, ready to protect me.
The crowd eventually sat back down, but I felt hot all over. I couldn't believe that just happened. I wasn't sure if many people saw me, but Koji looked pretty into it. What was I thinking doing that? I should try to calm down.
The guy next to me mentioned that I had flashed my pussy, but his friends didn't believe him. I just covered my face with my long black hair, trying to pretend like nothing happened. The atmosphere had changed after that. Steve, Koji, and this other guy kept commenting on how attractive I looked. I couldn't calm down, so I persuaded people to clear a path for me and Ryosuke to get out of our seats. We went to the hallway behind the image and ascended to the fifth floor balcony.
There didn't seem to be anyone up here, including ushers. We sat down in the back row and looked out.
"You shouldn't do things like that," Ryosuke scolded, more seriously.
"It was you who made me excited in the first place," I retorted. It didn't make sense to argue about it. We were both horny.
As I looked around, I realized there was no one up here but us. We could somewhat see the baseball field in the distance, but it would require binoculars to know what was going on. I glanced at Ryosuke, wondering if this could be a safer place.
To mess with him, I lifted my rear, and drew my sweatpants down to my knees. I shaped my lips into a mischievous grin, pleased with my audacity, but Ryosuke kept scanning around to check if anyone was approaching. I ran my hand between my legs, tracing my hello kitty with my finger, attempting to lessen my arousal. It felt so enjoyable.
Ryosuke pointed at the large displays and said,
"What if the cameramen spot you?"
I simply giggled, leaned over, and kissed him.
"Then they'll see, I suppose." I was confident that the cameras wouldn't zoom in this high. The cameramen gotta capture the game, after all.
"I'll blame it all on you, you know?" I teased, kissing him repeatedly. For some reason, I found the entire scenario hilarious. Here we were, sitting in this busy stadium, with the game still ongoing, and Ohtani down there. I tenderly touched my hello kitty. I kissed him to shush him, and now more aggressively.
"You're bonkers, you do realise?" he mentioned amid kisses. He was right, naturally. This was crazy. Normally, I'd never undertake anything like this, but somehow, the distance from Oceanview had got me all sexually aroused. I locked my lips with his, trying to convince him to stimulate me.
"You'd better set yourself down and concentrate on the game," he instructed.
I merely looked at him, slightly taken aback. How could he be so composed with me sitting here with my trousers down? Later, I lifted my knees and dragged my sweatpants to my ankles. I positioned my feet on the chairs in front of ours, and then extended my legs wide apart, displaying my pussy to the stadium. I was horny as hell. I relished the sensation of the sun and the wind on my exposed pussy. I felt an orgasm approaching, and he hadn't even touched me yet.
Ryosuke was in shock. He attempted to pull down the bottom of my shirt to cover my bush. My shirt wasn't long enough, so he ultimately gave up. I restored my shirt, and widened my legs as far as possible, getting turned on by the thrill of it.
"Apparently Ohtani encounters this sort of thing often," Ryosuke joked.
"What?"
"Gorgeous women exposing themselves to him. "Ohtani, fuck me,"" he mimicked a girl's voice. I exploded into laughter, pulling my legs back together.
"No, seriously Ryosuke. I don't understand what's wrong with me today. I just feel so..."
"Feel what?"
"Something wild!"
"What do you want to do?"
"Flash my boobs or something."
"You've already exposed a great deal more than that," he countered, indicating my exposed pussy.
"Yeah, but nobody can tell up here."
Ryosuke peered toward the entrance, and his eyes sharpened. I promptly tugged up my pants. Sure enough, a usher had appeared at the top of the steps. It was unclear whether he saw me or not. We departed, passing him.
"Do you want to flash him?" Ryosuke whispered, pointing towards the usher.
"No."
"Anyone else then?"
"Let's go to the ground level and check if we can snap a picture of Ohtani." We scaled down, but on the ground floor, guards guarded the access to the dugout. I guess that makes sense.
On our ascent, we did find a spot where we could see the game. We were still far away, but at least we could observe Ohtani over in right field. I rested against the railing, reaching under my top.
"What are you up to?" Ryosuke inquired.
"I simply want to flash him my breasts."
Ryosuke stood directly behind me, trying to hide me from the cashiers at the concession stands. I raised my top a little, but I had difficulties getting the courage to do it. I suspected that no one could see us from this distance, much less Ohtani, yet for some reason, I was reluctant. I hoisted the hem a little more, and then finally opted to try.
I yelled "Ohtani!" and then lifted my top, flashing my breasts. Ryosuke stood right beside me, but I don't think anyone else saw. The cashiers behind us were occupied preparing hot dogs and the like. I was offended, so I opted to remove my top completely. If that doesn't catch his attention...
I glanced up and down the hallway to check if anyone was approaching before I slipped out an arm. Ryosuke protected my body from prying eyes as I took off my shirt, leaving me exposed. The thrill was intense. I almost considered removing my pants as well, but Ryosuke signaled that someone was approaching. Without hesitation, I hid behind him, juggling to put my shirt back on before getting caught. Close call - it was a security officer. He glanced at us strangely, but I don't believe he noticed.
Later, we re-joined Misae and the rest. Ryosuke persuaded Haruko and Steve to scoot over, creating space for him and me to sit closer in the aisle. I snuggled up next to him, still stimulated, but conscious of behaving in public.
After the game, we went to grab something to eat and discovered a Japanese restaurant near Sunset Blvd., Tsubaki, I believe it was called. The atmosphere was comfortable, with a red brick wall, wooden tables and chairs. The restaurant was quite packed as the game had just ended, but they managed to push two tables together near the entrance. I sat with my back facing the large glass show window, with Ryosuke and Koji to my left. My pants were loose, causing my bottom to be visible to anyone passing by, which I enjoyed. My fingers traced Ryosuke's thigh, attempting to spur him on, but he gestured for me to behave.
"You're no fun," I teased.
Eventually, the conversation shifted to the nude beach in Oceanview. I held back from narrating my adventures, but my reactions gave me away. Ryosuke grabbed me tightly, preventing me from revealing our experiences. The room grew warm with anticipation - Steve's erection was obvious. I yearned to grab him, confirming my suspicions.
In conclusion, after supper, they accompanied us to the station, and we farewelled them. However, on the train ride back, we struggled to be brazen due to more passengers. Instead, I enjoyed Ryosuke's snugly warmth. That particular day was eventful and entertaining. I'd love to relive it.
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