Tokyo Stocking Adventure

I’m Amy Haneko Adams, Japanese-American visiting the Tokyo area after an unexpected escapade earlier in the year. I just love to wear fashionable garter belts, sheer panties, and vintage nylon stockings—especially RHTs. My last adventure in the Tokyo waterfront district really reinforced my addiction to sexy underwear and nylons. Now I seek chances to be out in public with stockings and hope for some exciting experiences. It’s a rush! It was early summer in Tokyo, to the weather was warming up. Today, my objective was to go out during the morning rush hour wearing only a black slip—that looks like a slip dress—with only a black garter belt, dark RHT stockings, transparent black panties—no confining bra— and a pair of 2-inch open-toe sling back shoes. From my hotel in nearby Ikebukuro, I walked about five minutes to the nearby train station on the JR Yamanote. I was headed for the outskirts of Hachioji to the west where an artist had installed his latest project, a glass-walled public toilet in a park that featured “smart glass,” designed to automatically darken when voltage was applied to the glass panels. This new installation was testing an electrochromic process which aligned particles in two panels at 90 degrees—similar to looking through polarized glass at right angles to each other. This was a chance for me to do some flashing without being seen! Walking to the Ikebukuro station in the morning meant I would be heading east toward the sun. I wondered if the men walking toward me could see what I was wearing under my slip, especially the glint of the metal garter clasps reflecting the morning sunlight. Behind me, guys could see the light showing between my legs. The thought made me excited down below. The Acıbadem escort bayan train platform was packed with morning commuters. As the train pulled up, hordes of office workers rushed out of the train while even more people waited on the sides. Finally, after the train emptied its load, everyone piled into the train. I was practically lifted off of my feet as a tsunami of commuters squeezed in like sardines. I could have gotten into the “women only” train reserved during rush hour so women could avoid being felt up by lecherous geezers, a problem common during rush hour—but the thought of being felt up made me even more excited. The train pulled out of the station as everyone jostled for what little space remained in the car. I was crushed on all sides and I could hardly move my arms which were crossed in front of me. As the train swayed back and forth on the tracks, my hand stroked the front of my slip. The smooth nylon slip slid across my nylon-covered thighs and garter belt clips. I rubbed my thighs together and the hissing sensation of nylons rubbing further aroused my pussy. I slipped my hand under my slip and moved my fingers over my moistening panties. I rubbed the ridges of my pussy, stroking back and forth over the sheer nylon material. I closed my eyes and forgot that I was surrounded by other riders who were unaware of my self-arousal. Suddenly, as the train shook violently after hitting a bumpy section of track, I felt two hands from behind me grab me around the waist. I couldn’t turn around to see who it was, but the hands were strong with long fingers. The hands stroked my waist sensing the garter belt, then circled my waist as if to check if it was Escort Kaynarca indeed a garter belt, a rare encounter nowadays. After confirming that I was wearing a garter belt, his right hand moved down to look for the straps. I could feel his body pressed up to my back with something hard protruding into my ass—his prick! His hardening dick pushed in between my legs and probed for my cunt. I opened my legs a little to invite his prick in further. Meanwhile, his left hand stroked the front of my slip and moved up to my firm breast—unconfined by a bra—and cupped my left breast, massaging the firm globe and pinching my nipple. His right hand explored below and pulled up the hem of my slip, moving his hands from the stocking tops, up the slick straps, and all over the front of my sheer panties. I was besides myself as I grabbed his hand and guided it to my overheating cunt already spilling out love juices. I could feel my panties moistening with expectation. The rhythmic movement of the train rocking back and forth synchronized with his hand stroking my panties. Then his fingers sneaked under the edge of my panties and stroked my pussy’s lips. His breath heated the back of my neck as he pressed his entire body onto mine. We moved as one body, bonded together. He lifted the front of my slip, leaving me completely exposed up to my waist! He then thrust his hardened dick into my ass crack, driving my cunt wild. I was getting light-headed as I felt at the verge of coming big time! Then the train approached Shinjuku station after a short announcement. I felt his hand slide out with a final stroke across my panties before the train doors opened and he disappeared into the crowd. Aydınlı escort I never saw his face, but I’ll remember his hot hands! I then realized that I was standing in the middle of the train with my slip pulled up to my waist, exposing my stockings, garter belt and sheer panties—but I was still surrounded by the mass of bodies, so I don’t think anyone noticed. I quickly got out of the train, slightly flustered and drained, but ready for a real fuck job—soon, I hoped. At Shinjuku, I transferred to the JR Chuo Line going west toward Hachioji. This train was much less crowded and I had one car almost to myself. I sat down facing forward in a booth with four seats and enjoyed the view along the route. My black slip really looked sexy. The thin material barely concealed what was just underneath. I could almost make out the dark stocking tops, garter straps, and glint of the metal clasps. Slip dresses were popular, so perhaps the slip could pass as a regular dress. As the train made its toward Hachioji, I slid my hand under my slip and stroked the smooth nylons, the bare skin above the stocking tops, and silky sheer panties. I ran my fingers along my hot pussy lips, stroking myself as I fantasized about the stranger on the train who played with my cunt, bringing me to the edge of coming. Suddenly, I heard the conductor coming down the aisle, so I was forced to quickly withdraw my hand and smooth out my slip. We finally arrived at Hachioji, almost one hour from Shinjuku. I stepped out of the car and headed toward the exit. I didn’t know my way around Hachioji, so I stopped at the visitor information counter to inquire about the new “glass toilet.” The staff person directed me to a public park about ten minutes from the station where I could find the new installation art. It was already a popular tourist attraction for both people who want to use it (closet exhibitionists) or try to look inside (voyeurs). I wanted to go inside and do my business and make believe that people outside could see everything that I was doing.