In Japan I have always been fortunate enough to be able to walk, drive or have a train commute against the flow. On the occasional times I have been on crazily crowded trains, I always ensure I have both hands on handrails or the roof of the train to avoid any misunderstandings. Returning from clubs on the first train I've had quite a few girls fall asleep on me. I tend to be at one with the world post-clubbing so it's never bothered me, happy to support. Mostly they woke and left the train before my stop, but a couple of times I gently manoeuvred their heads onto the sleeping person on the otherside before I got off, the other person never woke!
Only serious reverse chikan I ever experienced was in London, 15 years ago. Out drinking with a Catalan friend, we went through until 3 or 4, I crashed on his floor for a couple of hours but needed to cross the city to get back to a different friend's place and pick up my stuff before heading to Heathrow to catch my flight. Would have been 7 a.m. or so, tube was full, but not Japan-style packed. A very cute, sharply dressed (banker if I had to guess) moved in front of me. This was weird because I had not showered and I am fairly sure I stank of smoke and alcohol. Next stop more people get on and she manoeuvres closer to me where she's (intentionally) pushing against me with her breasts. I am probably still drunk, barely slept and my brain cannot compute...then she starts, very slowly, rubbing up and down, up and down (gentle movements of about 10 cms). I cannot believe this is happening, I am completely frozen...it just does not make sense, she's hot and she's rubbing against a guy who smells like an ashtray and a brewery...my brain speed is so slow I cannot think of what to do or say. Her face remains completely neutral, not angry, not happy, just staring into the middle-distance despite the fact she bobbing, up and down, inches from my face. My stop. I cough an "excuse me" and get off the the train. She now looks seriously annoyed. Completely weird. I haven't thought of this incident for a while and I can no longer picture her face exactly. She was wearing Jean-Paul Gaultier perfume though. A very close friend also did at the time. Every time I used to meet her (my friend) I used to get flashbacks. I never decided what I should have done differently, but a) I don't think that physically or mentally I coud have done anything differently b) sometimes the memory is better unsullied by the reality of would have prevailed if I had done something. Honestly, it's just a bizarre but happy memory these days! @RIDER 00 thanks for starting this thread and reminding me!
Only serious reverse chikan I ever experienced was in London, 15 years ago. Out drinking with a Catalan friend, we went through until 3 or 4, I crashed on his floor for a couple of hours but needed to cross the city to get back to a different friend's place and pick up my stuff before heading to Heathrow to catch my flight. Would have been 7 a.m. or so, tube was full, but not Japan-style packed. A very cute, sharply dressed (banker if I had to guess) moved in front of me. This was weird because I had not showered and I am fairly sure I stank of smoke and alcohol. Next stop more people get on and she manoeuvres closer to me where she's (intentionally) pushing against me with her breasts. I am probably still drunk, barely slept and my brain cannot compute...then she starts, very slowly, rubbing up and down, up and down (gentle movements of about 10 cms). I cannot believe this is happening, I am completely frozen...it just does not make sense, she's hot and she's rubbing against a guy who smells like an ashtray and a brewery...my brain speed is so slow I cannot think of what to do or say. Her face remains completely neutral, not angry, not happy, just staring into the middle-distance despite the fact she bobbing, up and down, inches from my face. My stop. I cough an "excuse me" and get off the the train. She now looks seriously annoyed. Completely weird. I haven't thought of this incident for a while and I can no longer picture her face exactly. She was wearing Jean-Paul Gaultier perfume though. A very close friend also did at the time. Every time I used to meet her (my friend) I used to get flashbacks. I never decided what I should have done differently, but a) I don't think that physically or mentally I coud have done anything differently b) sometimes the memory is better unsullied by the reality of would have prevailed if I had done something. Honestly, it's just a bizarre but happy memory these days! @RIDER 00 thanks for starting this thread and reminding me!
