His wife worked second shift at the supermarket, the kids were in bed, and there was nothing on television. Jason sat at the computer surfing the web for pornography.
Tired of the same old stuff, up skirts and down blouses, albeit, his favorites, he wanted something different, a video, perhaps, instead of photos but he had watched every up skirt and down blouse video, already.
In error, he typed in down panties videos instead of down blouse videos and up popped a site, a Japanese site. He scrolled down dozens of videos and stopped at a link to one that interested him. He opened the link, pushed play, and a Japanese man, a modern Ninja type man dressed in a hooded sweatshirt ran down the street behind unsuspecting women wearing short skirts.
The video aroused more than Jason's interest, it aroused his excitement. Immediately, his cock stirred and, involuntarily, he reached down and touched himself through his jeans.
Although the entire sequence of events on the video lasted only a few minutes, in those few minutes, he saw a dozen women's panties, ass cracks, and when they turned, and they always involuntarily turned from their assailant, he saw their black bushes. The forbidden in the premise that men not violate a woman in public stretched Jason's moral boundaries.
Unable to remove his eyes from the screen, he watched the video in amazement. A videographer followed the attacker videotaping the assaults. Over and again, as if he were watching it for the first time, the attacks sparked the same level of arousal in Jason. He played the video again and again watching it with excited interest stopping at the critical points, each time, for a clearer view of the pornographic display of exposed body parts.
Excitedly, he searched the web for similar types of videos, but there were none. Unable to find another, he typed in Japanese pulling down top videos and, sure enough, what he searched for popped up.
There, the same attacker appearing as the panty bandit appeared as the blouse snatcher, too. Over and again, he watched this same Japanese assailant run up to unsuspecting women wearing tube type tops without bras beneath, reach out his hand as he passed by them, and pulled down their tops exposing their tits. Again and again, he replayed the video, stopping and starting it, each time, staring at Japanese women's tits. When he tired of watching that video, he returned to the panty bandit video and watched his assailant lift the Japanese women's skirts as far as their shoulder and pull down their panties.
He unzipped himself, pulled out his cock, and stroked it to the image of the videos. Masturbation temporarily sated his lustful desire but, within a short while, he looked for more. Unfortunately, there was no more to see. He saved the videos to his personal favorites and played them over and again later that night before retiring to bed.
Later, in bed, unable to sleep, he replayed the videos in his mind thinking of that man running up behind unsuspecting women and either lifting up their skirts to expose their panties and pulling them down or running up from the front of them, reaching out his hand, and pulling down their tops and exposing their tits. He thought, only in Japan could something like that happen and could someone like that get away with it. If I did that in this country, I'd be arrested for attempted rape, lose my house in a civil lawsuit, my wife would divorce me, my children would hate me, and all my relatives, friends, and neighbors would think me a pervert. I'd be on the sex offender's list, along with rapists and child molesters and would spend the next twenty years bunking with some fat man who thought me cute (yuck!).
Then, he thought about his moral friends knowing full well that it was every guy's fantasy to witness a woman exposed against her will. He imagined a woman held by her arms while another man removed her clothes. A guy would be lying if he said that seeing a video like that would not make him horny. I dare you ladies. Ask your man if that type of video is of interest to him. Sure, he will deny it but pay close attention to his eyebrows and his eyes. If, when he answers you, his eyebrows involuntarily go up and his eyes blink, then he is lying and he is a dirty dog like the rest of we guys.
Still, irregardless of the penalties, shame, disgrace, and what he would lose if he were caught, his penis took complete control of his brain. Okay, I heard that resounding yell of triumphant encouragement coming from all the male readers of this story, as well as painful sense of distain and disgust coming from all the women reading this story. Hey, it's just a story, fiction. Get a life. This is a porn board, after all (lol). Okay, now, let's heat up this story.
The next day, Jason called his best friend Brain and, together, they watched the panty bandit video and the blouse snatcher video. Over and again, the two friends watched the videos stopping and starting them. Jason could tell from his friend's silent reaction that he wished he was alone and could jerk off right now. He laughed at the vacant stare that Brian had on his flushed face while watching the videos play over and over.
After filling up an hour and a half with two three-minute videos, the men looked at one another and, at that point, there was no turning back. Their penises had erased all sense of reality from their moral fabric. The decision was made. Jason would play the role of attacker while Brian videotaped the sexual assaults. Both men ran track in high school some years back and still jogged regularly, so they knew that they could easily outrun anyone chasing after them.
Only, unlike watching a video, the danger of doing it yourself was real and not imagined, as it was on video. Not only could they be arrested, but they could face an angry mob of outraged men chasing after them and be party to a vengeful boyfriend, father, uncle, brother, and/or husband. Still, their penises quickly removed that nightmarish scenario from their brain replacing it with visions of cotton covering round, white asses, silk caressing bushy, trimmed, or shaved pussies, and satin hiding away the forbidden bits and pieces from their lustful eyes. Then, there were the tits, small tits, big tits, round tits, tubular tits, sagging tits, and, of course, there were the nipples, brown nipples, pink nipples, puffy nipples, hidden nipples at rest, and erect nipples ready for action. Ah, life is good when you are a horny guy with lots testosterone.
They had to pick their spots carefully and preplan an escape route, along with an alternative escape route should something go wrong. Hit and run was their strategy. Without hesitation, they had to do the dirty deed, videotape it, and run away with nary a look back. The videotape would capture the moment. There was no need for them to stop and witness the action. This, of course, was not Japan where they could turn down a side street and disappear in a mob of similar appearing Japanese men who possess the same hair color and similar height and body composition. Can you imagine a police line up in Japan? "What did he look like? He was 5'6" with black hair, about 130 pounds, and yellow skin." Brian had red hair for God's sake and Jason was 6'2, a head taller than the average 5'9" American man.
They decided that the downtown business district after rush hour was the best place to try it. Like hungry lions watching and waiting for a straggling antelope to lag behind the herd, they waited for a woman alone who had worked late at the office and who was wearing a short skirt. The next day, they headed downtown with their horniness, brazenness, and camcorder.
