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The Train Molesterthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:asian/oriental, 4402 words)

Author: Asianfan
Added: Nov 30 2001Views / Reads: 6337 / 5444 [86%]Story vote: 9.00 (2 votes)
An American businessman finds his daily rail commute into Tokyo unexpectedly stimulating
 


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Living just outside Tokyo and working in a section of that city called Chiyoda Ward means one long and rather uncomfortable commute by train. I usually have to get on by about 7:30 in order to get to my office by nine and the carriages are very crowded, passsengers being packed in like sardines. It is literally so jammed that once you board you can't move until the next stop or even for several stops. I had been doing it for the last four years, though, and had gotten used to it, taking the Japanese attitude of "shikata ga nai (nothing can be done)."

As huge as Tokyo is, it's relatively clean and pretty crime free, so staying out all night or riding a subway isn't nearly the dangerous exercise it is in New York or L.A. Moreover, Japanese women are unbelievably pretty and more feminine than their American counterparts. That's not to say that I don't like American women. I have had some great relationships with them. But there is a grace to even the Japanese street girls, as mouthy as they can be, that you don't see among western women. Sometimes, while riding to work, I'll get stuffed in next to an elegant OL (office lady) and take in the intoxicating scent of the perfume she is wearing or the aftersmell of the body shampoo she used to shower with that morning. Many is a time when I went to work with my seven inch cock at full attention from these anonymous platonic encounters.

But then last year I ran into something I had never even thought possible. As many of those who are reading this may know, Japan's ...

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