Gale's evening train ride

Gale awoke the next day, her sheets tangled up. She'd dreamed of the stranger, wondering what he looked like. Logically, she knew he was just a middle aged accountant or I.T. guy, but her mind ran wild in her dreams. She dreamt of a hard-bodied athlete in skin tight Under Armor, his long, thick cock pressed against her. If only he'd lifted her skirt...She shook the thoughts from her head, and got ready for work. Almost unconsciously, she picked her tightest turtleneck and opted for yoga pants instead of a skirt. The yoga pants demanded she wear a thong.

An hour later, she was crammed into a train car, her ass pressed hard against a man's crotch as she rode the train to work. His rock hard erection was firmly wedged vertically between her asscheeks. "Jesus Christ, I need to get laid soon if this is going to be my daily routine..." she thought as she felt the bumps and turns do their work, but it felt almost as if he was sliding his cock up and down. She held onto the overhead ring, staring forward.

When she got to work, she unconsciously stroked a well hung, sedated patient a couple times before putting a catheter in. When she caught herself, she looked around the operating room. If anyone had seen it, it wasn't apparent. This was getting out of hand. She started to wonder what the nightclubs around Tokyo were like, but quickly realized she had yet to really make any friends. The Japanese women were polite, but she really didn't know how to approach them in a social way yet. Frustrated, she tried to focus on work.

It was another grueling day, and that meant another late train ride home. She didn't even look for a seat today it was so packed. She just wedged herself on and let the men crowd in and press against her. The man in front of her was facing her. Her breasts crushed against his body as another man was wedged against her back.

She froze when she felt it. A hand was cupping her left asscheek. She blushed badly and glanced over her shoulder and pushed against his wrist. The man behind her was looking out a window. She was sandwiched so tightly that she couldn't be sure that it was him who had groped her. Soon, another hand was at her other asscheek. She didn't say anything, just pushed it away again.

"Miss, would you like a seat?" a man beside her said in heavily accented English. She nodded, happy to be out of the crowd. He stood, and she couldn't help but slide her breasts against his chest as they passed. She gave him a weak smile as she sat down. The lecher could have been any of the half dozen men standing beside her. "An attractive young woman like yourself should be cautious on public transit." the man said. "Degenerates ride the trains, looking for women to grope." he explained, and pointed. She followed his finger, and saw that group of three men were pressed against a schoolgirl, their hands roaming her squirming body.

"Why don't the authorities do something?" she asked, shocked at how blatant they were. She watched as the girl's skirt was lifted and a hand disappear between her legs.

"It is Japanese culture. Women are not treated as equals by the younger generation, and barely treated as human by the older. It is a disgrace to our country. While you are here, you might as well get used to it, especially being as lovely as you are. See?"

She looked back to the girl. While she was clearly annoyed, she wasn't trying to stop them, nor were anyone else. Another woman, this one in business attire, was ignoring the men fondling her breasts. "Best to avoid standing if you can, but that doesn't always help. If it happens and its just one, grab his wrist and hold it up if you can so you can identify him. If its more than one, its best to let them do it and leave as soon as possible. If you try to stop one of the groups, they may follow you. You can imagine what they'd do it private if they are that bold in public. Its not just the trains either. It'll happen at theatres, restaurants, your workplace." The schoolgirl was not fairing well. Abbie couldn't be sure, but it appeared that one of them was fingering her. The shame on her face stabbed at her. She didn't know what to do, but some part of her was envious of the girl.

When she came to her stop, every graze and brush of a hand was now suspect as she pressed through the crowd. She glanced back toward the schoolgirl, but she was barely visible through the ring of perverts around her. The man who had given up his seat for her shrugged when she met his gaze. When she exited, he smiled. She had no idea he was the one who had groped her, and the nonsense he filled her head with meant that on some future commute, she was almost certainly going to near him again. He slid toward the businesswoman, the small vibrator in his pocket ready. He was glad to see his partners had her panties down around her ankles already, waiting for him.