Gale encounters Japanese culture...

She had become so used to the light touches, that she didn't notice it at first. A hand was very gently rubbing her left breast over the tight sweater she was wearing. Her head nodded lazily as she started to dream of nightclubs and partying with her coworkers back home. Another hand snaked over the back of her seat, sliding over her right breast. The men were very, very careful to not start too rough as the explored her sleeping body. She didn't know that she was being conditioned...

When she awoke, the man next to her was standing. She groggily rubbed her forehead, and realized embarassingly that her nipples were rock hard and jutting from under her sweater. Her stop was coming up. She stood, and started to slide into the crowd to get closer to the door. She apologized as she squeezed her body through the crowd, the fabric of business suit jackets and button up shirts doing nothing to help her erect nipples as she had **** but to press herself against these anonymous men as she made her way, her ass rubbing against hands, legs, and crotches.

The bus stopped. This was a new to her. She was used to the train going directly to her block. "Must be an evening thing" she thought. More men crammed on, and suddenly she realized that she was stuck. Gale was crushed in a group of standing men, her ass awkwardly pressed against the man behind her's crotch. She couldn't even turn her head to see him.

She blushed badly when she felt him start to get hard. She thought about saying something, but realized there was nothing either of them could do. He was probably just as embarrassed as she was, she thought. The pin skirt she wore was silky black, and her apple shaped ass certainly didn't help the poor guy. As they slowly started moving again, the small bumps and turns grinded her against him. She bit her lip, feeling his swell to full erection and ashamed that she was getting aroused as well. "Damn, his pants must be thin as hell." she thought. She couldn't see that he had pulled his cock out, or that there was plenty of space behind him...

She rode in silence, her breasts crushed against the man's back in front of her, the man's dick pressed firmly between her asscheeks behind her. Every bump caused her to jiggle, and she started to fantasize about what the man behind her looked like. Maybe he was an athlete, or one of those Japanese fashion models... They were coming up to her stop, and the people in the back were starting to press forward, crushing the man against her. His fully erect cock was completely pressed between her asscheeks now. He muttered an apology in her ear. Gale nodded, and endured. Finally, mercifully, she was able to move foreward with the crush. When she was at the door, she briefly glanced back. It was a sea of anonymous faces. The man behind her could have been anyone...