Note: All characters appearing are ages 18+
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Recently, I have become fascinated with the idea of a chikan. In my personal time, I have been browsing various sites for this type of material and it has been an interesting experience, to say the least. I don't know what initially started this curiosity of mine, who knows truly what it was. Maybe it was just a fascination with the idea or a kink of mine which had been hidden which now was slowly revealing itself as I took pleasure in this new-found genre of porn. Whatever the reason was, I could never get the idea of a chikan out of my mind.
This, consequently, would lead to the story I am about to tell.
For people who do not know what a chikan is, I will give you a rundown before I go into the juicy details of what has happened. Chikan is a Japanese term that is used to describe the sexual touching of a person against that same person's will. Chikan can also be used to describe people who commit these acts as well. For instance, a woman being grabbed by a drunk at a bar, or a man touching a woman's butt on a train on purpose. This would be what a chikan is, and what a chikan does. But enough of the theatrics, now it is storytime.
I hadn't meant to become a chikan, it just sort of happened on the spur of the moment.
I was a freshman in college then and I was copying down as much as I could on my notepad as the instructor spoke. It was twenty minutes into the class and there were still a few people not there. "At least I was here on time," I thought as I scribbled down the formula which was visible on the large screen at the front of the classroom. My eyes went to the screen to see what else was there to copy, which was when I first saw her.
I recognized her from my senior year in high school, she was supposed to be a sophomore this year in college but had gotten held back a year. Thus, here she was in a freshman class. She was the hot and bratty drama queen that everyone knew, Taylor. Her skin was a slightly darker tan than it usually was, which meant she must have recently gone to a tanning booth. She stood at 5'4 and had a skinny body with small, perky breasts and a small but perky and toned ass. Black heels adorned her feet and her body was wrapped in a skintight, tan bodycon dress that left little to the imagination. And, she had Starbucks in her hand, like any other suburban white girl I had seen.
Taylor came from a family of wealth which meant that she often was bratty and rude to everybody. She could buy whatever she wanted and do whatever she wanted. Such as having the newest smartphone for instance, which was currently held aloft in her free hand. She ignored the instructor and made her way to her seat in the back of the class, right in front of me. She had annoyed me for my entire senior year, she would never be quiet in class and would constantly complain and talk about what new guy she was having sex with and complaining about her ex who cheated on her.
Though she did have a nice body which was a plus I supposed.
The class then went on as normal. Though as I took notes, I heard snippets of her conversation with her friend. What she said made me roll my eyes, and also gave me an idea for after class. A chikan idea.
I overheard her talking about not wearing any underwear today because she didn't want "lines showing through her dress." I nearly laughed on the spot at that, why would you even say something like that out loud? Hell, why would you even do that in a dress? Then she also talked to her friend about having to go buy more birth control pills because she ran out last week. She was looking to hook-up with a DJ at a local night-club from what I had heard. Seriously, who talks about this stuff out loud?
At long last, the class finally ended and we were all able to leave. I followed after Taylor as she left the lecture hall and made my way down to my next class. My laptop bag was slung over my shoulder and my hands were swinging lazily at my sides. As I turned the corner, I was greeted with a rather annoying sight. There was a traffic jam of college students. Some of them had stopped to talk to one another, and some others had stopped to watch a performance of some sort in the hallway. Then there were the rest of us who were stuck in the crowd and could not go anywhere.
I sighed in annoyance and looked around, and I saw her again. Taylor was in front of me now, her mind elsewhere as she was scrolling through Twitter. Her Starbucks was still in hand, leaving one hand to hold the cup, and one hand to hold her phone. I couldn't help myself as I did my best to discreetly look down, seeing her perky ass easily displayed in her tight dress. "She had no underwear on underneath," I remembered then. My mind was abuzz with ideas as to what to do, which was when I remember my idea from earlier...my chikan idea.