flashing – japanese style!
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Her name was Lisa. I’d say she was about twenty eight because of the details of her story, but she seemed younger, especially the way she talked and her readiness to smile. She was slim, very pretty, with just, perhaps, a little too much make-up. Most men, I think, would be more than happy to be seen with her.
Have you been flashed?
I’ve been flashed three times. Wait a minute…the first time was mooning, but that doesn’t count, does it? So I guess that makes it twice, then. So the first time was at a beach when I was a teenager. I was sunbathing on the sand and I noticed a man standing in the bushes behind the beach, fully naked. It was not a nudist beach, but there were a lot of people around, so I was not too concerned.
The second time was when I was twenty four. I was a university student in Japan and one night I phoned my boyfriend from a public phone booth just outside the university. This was normally a busy place, but it was around 10 pm and so the street was quiet. Anyway, as I talked I sensed someone’s presence. I turned around and there was a man masturbating, just outside the phone booth.
He was wearing a suit. His briefcase was on the ground and his trousers were down around his ankles. I was mortified. I dropped the phone and ran to the 711 store, just down the road. I entered the store and waited, not knowing what to do. I was contemplating phoning my dorm, and asking them to send one of the men down to escort me back. But then I saw the flasher walk past the store, totally unconcerned. I waited until he disappeared and then went back to my dorm.
I told the dorm manager who warned the girls to be careful and told the men to keep an eye out for the flasher. And that’s pretty much where it ended. I never saw the man again.
So how do I feel about being flashed?
I don’t like it. Basically I’d get out of there as soon as possible, but no…I would not report it – unless it was done in a threatening manner that scared me…
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