Gale tries out the system

Gale entered her apartment and crashed onto the bed. "I can't believe i just did that..." she thought with a laugh "Well, its been awhile since I got laid." She kicked her shoes off, and wrapped herself in her blankets. She knew she had to go to work tomorrow, but the thought of the man who fucked her on the train kept intruding into her thoughts.

She sat up, opened her laptop, and went to a porn site. "Chikan" was what she typed in. Hundreds of videos were awaiting her. Most of them were of shy schoolgirls, and were enduring far, far worse than what she experienced. She couldn't help to admit that she liked what she was seeing. Gale had never been bold enough to act on her desires, and it seemed that in Japan the men were more than happy to take that hesitation out of the equation. She slid her hand down the front of her yoga pants and mastrubated furiously to the videos she was watching, her delicate fingers slamming into her still tender cunt until she was a writhing tangle of limbs of bedsheets, her moans no doubt travelling through the thin hotel walls.

She closed her laptop, and drifted off to sleep. If she was going to have to endure this while she was here, at least she could maybe save an innocent teen the humiliation on the train and have some fun. It was liberating in some weird way, and certainly beat sitting in her hotel room watching crazy game shows.

The next morning, Gale opened her suitcase and pulled out her only loose skirt and a knee length navy blue skirt she didn't expect to wear until summer. Under that, she wore a set of white cotton panties and thigh high hose. Next, she clasped on a black push up bra and a loose fitting beige sweater. She ate her breakfast, and made her way to the train station. She wedged herself into the crowd, and waited.

It was about 10 minutes into her ride when she felt the fingers lightly brush her ass. She stared ahead, pretending to ignore it. When she felt the fingers start to lift her skirt, she reached behind herself, and seized his wrist. Gale took a deep breath, and tapped the side of his wrist twice. She still couldn't believe she was doing this. The man's hands roamed and groped her tight, cherry shaped ass. She parted her legs slightly as his fingers slid between them, rubbing her soaking wet sex through her panties. When his fingers started to push her panties to the side, she tapped his wrist three times, and was a little surprised that it worked. He went back to groping and fondling her, but didn't attempt to get under her panties again. She exited the train at her station, flush with arousal and a smile on her face.

Gale went to the locker room, and instead of squeezing into a pair of tiny pair of scrubs like she was used to, picked the biggest, baggiest set she could find. It looked like a poncho on her, but when she leaned forward, her full cleavage was easily visible. "What are you doing, Gale?" she thought to herself. The man's touch on the train had left her a horny wreck. She left the locker room, and rode the elevator up to the surgical dept. She knew that she should keep her new "hobby" separate from work, but she couldn't help but ride the thrill of it.

Now that she knew what to look for, she could see it all around her. The bottled up sexual frustration of this country was leaking at the seams...