"I had soap in my eyes as the water ran down my face so I didn't know what the heck was happening. I felt hands grab my body and begin to grope me all over," Rebecca said breathily. She was quite upset but also aroused as she told me her story. I could see it in the quickness of her breath and the flush of pink in her skin as she related what happened to her in a beach shower room in Japan.
Rebecca was a co-worker who had traveled to Japan for a vacation. She had gone to Tokyo but had wanted to go the beach and see what the beach scene was like. Over the previous year and a half she had lost close to 60 pounds and was in fantastic shape. In fact she was quite an eyeful when she walked past me in a pair of slacks that clung to her butt and in a silky blouse and soft bra that allowed her breasts to move freely as she walked past. Rebecca physically was tall, slender and toned. She had small firm breasts and a small rounded butt that had a perfect firmness and jiggle to it. Her skin was a ruddy white color, tanned from playing outdoor sports and routinely going to the beach. She had blue eyes and frizzy, light brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders. It too bounced as she walked in rhythm with the jiggle of her breasts and the movement of her butt cheeks under her slacks.
She hadn't always been this startlingly attractive. Before losing weight through an intense exercise program she had been dumpy and tired, and would dress in frumpy outfits. Now she exercised routinely, went to the beach so she could show off her body, and played a great many sports, both women's and co-ed. Her husband, Ron, had also embarked on the same weight reduction and muscle building program. According to what Rebecca had shared with me over lunch both she and her husband liked to go to the Eastern Shore and wear skimpy swimsuits to attract attention. She said having some woman eye her husband's physique was an ego boost and having some guy or woman eye Rebecca's scantily clad body was an ego boost to both Rebecca and to her husband, who was proud to have such a hot woman as his wife.
So, when Rebecca was sent to Japan to handle a web problem with our agency's field offices there, it wasn't unexpected that she would want to check out the beaches and the communal baths. She told me her story, "Well, the second night I was there I decided to use a local communal bath. I had asked at the desk and they had referred me to a place that would not shun foreigners. Foreign women especially were welcome, as they generally aren't voyeurs trying to get a look at naked Japanese women. The baths had both segregated and mixed sex sections. I tried the mixed sex section, wanting to have that whole culturally different experience. I found out that after an initial awkwardness about cultural taboos and proprieties I was very comfortable in that environment. Men, women, old and young, were all together in large, incredibly hot baths. Before entering the bath you were required to shower in a particular location. This was accomplished by sitting on a pedestal covered by the washcloth you were handed and sudsing oneself up. Then an attendant would douse you in hot water. All the men and women were facing the baths when squatting on these pedestals. I'll tell you: not much was left to the imagination.
"At first it was the women who were very curious about my body. They touched my hair both on my head and on my groin and they pinched both my breasts and my booty. One woman even poked her finger between my labia which startled me and drew twitters of laughter from the Japanese women surrounding me. They weren't used to a naked white woman. After a while some of the men, who could speak English, came over and sat next to me in the bath to ask questions and also to touch the sandy brown, frizzy hair on my head. They were quite curious and not very shy about how different I was. Several got very close. Sometimes they would be standing in front of me with their penises only inches from my face. It was strange to be among so many close naked bodies and not have it seem sexual to anyone but me.
"So the rest of the week I went to that communal bath instead of using the traditional Western shower and bath in my room. It felt great. Some faces became familiar. And many more of the men became comfortable sitting right next to me in the baths and leaning against me in the baths. Soon I also became comfortable with such closeness.
"At the baths I had inquired about beaches and what people wore there. Did women go topless? Did women wear skimpy bikinis or were they modest? Were there facilities to change and shower? Armed with information I had gleaned from the men and women at the baths I headed to the beach on Friday. I took two trains and was soon enjoying the sight of surfers sailing the waves on the shore. Unfortunately I wasn't alone. There were thousands of Japanese there too and very few Westerners. After spending a little time watching how people behaved and what they were wearing, I plunged into what looked like a large tan, canvas tent and changed into my bikini. There was nowhere to store anything in the changing tent so I took it with me. Other than quick dips in the waves to cool off I pretty much stayed on the shore and watched the surfers and the others using the beach. And at one point I was invited to play volleyball. I think my height was what they were looking for as I was the only foreigner playing. The game was fast and furious and I accounted myself well, but worked up quite a sweat.
"After about two hours of playing in the warm, sunny, humid air, I was ready to cool off and then take a shower. I begged my apologies at departing but received many hugs, especially from many of the male players, who had paid a great deal of attention to me and to several of the Japanese women who were covered in very brief bikinis as I was. Although the majority of the women at the beach wore traditional bikinis, a few wore string bikinis, thongs, and tangas. Since I was normally quite proud of my sexy appearance, my bright yellow bikini bottom exposed half my butt and the top barely covered my fair-sized breasts. Additionally I think my 5'8" height, my head of light brown, curly hair and my tanned skin, something not normally seen among women in Japan had attracted a great deal of attention on the part of the men surrounding the volleyball court and the men on my team. I caught quite a few pats on my bare bottom during the two hours we played.
"With the crowds increasing throughout the day and the sameness of many of the tents set up along the beach I couldn't locate the one I had used earlier in the day. I decided to go to the water's edge and take a quick dip to cool off and then just take my chances with whichever changing/shower tent I found. Several of the men who had been watching me at the volleyball game followed me down to the water, but they didn't bother me in any way. I had asked a Japanese family who spoke English if they could watch my belongings while I took a quick swim. When I came out of the water the men who had been interested in me were gone. I retrieved my belongings from the family, thanked them profusely and headed for the tents. I selected one and entered. There seemed to be no segregation of men's and women's sections in this tent, but after the baths I thought nothing of this. I paid my sum of money to a scruffy looking Japanese man, stripped down inside the shower stall; the stall was basically four canvas walls lashed together on three sides with a shower attachment coming down from above and open at the top. My bag I hung in the corner of the shower stall so I could keep an eye on it. I could hear other female voices so I felt safe despite not seeing any women in the row I was showering in.
"I was lathering my hair up to get the sand and salt out of it when I heard male voices quite close by but thought nothing of it. I briefly checked the corners of my shower curtain to make sure I wasn't visible in the bench area outside the row of stalls. Everything seemed OK. No big deal. And, anyway, I thought to myself, I have a great body and good luck to you if you catch a glimpse of me in the altogether. I was feeling secure after my experiences at the Japanese bath and a little cocky.
"I poured conditioner into my hair to soften it from the harsh sun and salt water and proceeded to lather myself up from the liquid soap available from a dispenser hanging in the corner of the shower stall. I had soap in my eyes and all over my body and was proceeding to rinse my hair when I felt a momentary cold draft on my butt and back and then was accosted with multiple hands touching me all over. Their strength and their voices indicated they were men and the fact that I felt three penises bumping into me below indicated that they were very naked.
"One grabbed my hair and kept my head and face under the stream of water so that I couldn't cry out to someone to help me. I felt like I was drowning with the stream of water filling my nose and mouth. I tried to lash out with my fists and kicking feet but after getting a few kicks out I felt a hand push up between my legs, grab my crotch and lift me off the floor. "What strength," I stupidly thought. And then I felt him work first one finger and then a second finger up inside of me. Next his thumb pushed up my butthole. He had me in a lock through my vagina and my anus. Again I stupidly marveled at this guy's strength even though he was basically finger fucking my private places. The other men held me fast too and I could feel their penises begin to stiffen with excitement. I knew right then that I was going to be groped and raped, something I had heard about from some of the women at the communal bath. It was shocking, but it was a sign of the disdain that many Japanese men held for women still. And they were especially interested in demeaning and abusing a pretty "gaijin" like me. From some of the erections I saw when the men at the bath talked to me but which I didn't see when they approached a Japanese woman, it was clear that my Caucasian differences were quite arousing to Japanese men. This was similar to some male friends back in the US who seemed to go ape over Asian women.
"The men wrestled me out of the shower stall and I soon found myself suspended face up in the air by four men while a fifth positioned himself between my legs. Again I felt two fingers work up inside of me and I began struggling to break the grip of the men holding me down. They held fast and the fingers pushed inside my vagina. I still couldn't see my assailants as water and soap were still in my eyes; but I felt four pairs of hands and naked bodies holding me fast and covering my mouth as I struggled, and I felt the man between my legs as his naked thighs pushed against my own open thighs and felt his fingers work inside of me.
"What he did to me I had never felt before. I could feel his two fingers curl up and begin to caress my vagina. His fingers alternated rapidly, flicking against a spot in my vagina that began to feel intensely pleasurable. As I felt my belly spasm in a pre-orgasm I felt ashamed. I knew that if this intruder kept up this motion I would soon reach a climax in front of my assailants. He kept up this motion and I felt the pleasure increasing. Soon instead of me struggling against these men that held me I was shaking in an intense orgasm. The men around me grunted their approval and I felt several penises begin to stiffen and push against the sides of my body. These men were getting very aroused at what they were doing to me.
