Shibuya Halloween Part I

Hi, this is Hye-jin again, the young Korean-American with a passion for sheer stockings. After my stocking adventures in Jamaica and nuru massage experiences in Tokyo, I thought of another opportunity to push the limits of daring ecstasy - flashing in stockings during Halloween in Japan. In Japan, it?s Halloween mania during the month of October, particularly in the Shibuya district of Tokyo. I would have the perfect chance to wear my sexiest lingerie and finest stockings out in public without too many people batting an eye. In fact, I would barely (no pun intended) stand out among the tens of thousands of young people wearing outrageous costumes to public parties, company-sponsored promotional events, and special venues with Halloween themes - some X-rated. In Shibuya, the Halloween celebrants jam the subways, streets, and dozens of events. It?s one big party, perhaps inspired by Mardi Gras, and a chance for young people stifled by strict rules of behavior at home and work to let loose. Younger guys and gals wait all year for October when they can act out their wildest fantasies and engage in outrageous behavior, sometimes in private dens, but often in public places such as the streets, subways, and parks. Tonight was the big night: Halloween ?festival? in the heart of Shibuya. All day, I planned this special night. I sorted through my casual clothes, lingerie, stockings, and shoes. Ever since I developed my obsession with sexy underthings, I?ve collected enough fine lingerie and hosiery to start my own specialty shop aimed at stocking lovers. But it?s all mine to satisfy my daily cravings to wear (and show off) the best garter belts, stockings, panties, and bras available. I?m a regular online shopper and find hard-to-find items from a variety isvecbahis of sources in the US and Europe. It can be a little expensive to keep up my obsession, but it?s my only hobby and source of pleasure, so it?s worth it. Going through several drawers in my dresser, I narrowed down my choices to transparently sheer lavender bra and panties, matching 6-strap garter belt, and Hanes RHT stockings in Barely There (my personal favorite!). Like many Asian-Americans, I have long sexy legs compared to Asians in their home countries -probably due to diet. Hanes stockings in 10L fit me perfectly with the tops reaching almost to my panties, leaving a narrow gap of bare thigh. This gap is one of the sexiest erogenous zones for my boy friends? busy hands. As for what to wear over my finest lingerie and stockings, I selected a pair of silky white tap pants that extended down to mid-thigh, barely covering the tops of my stockings, and a loose-fitting filmy camisole top with long sleeves and wide collars. For shoes, I picked a pair of white 3-inch slingbacks with open toes to show off my RHT stockings. My final destination in Shibuya? I learned from Masa, my nuru masseur, about Chika-Raku,? an ?underground bar? that was going to have a special otona (adult only) Halloween night for special invitees. Masa invited me to join the party which promised to be really unforgettable. I had no idea what to expect, except a lot of fun and drinks and some surprises. Everyone was required to wear a mask to encourage anonymity and loosen inhibitions. Check! I found the perfect white mask at a small 100-yen shop in my neighborhood of Asakusa in eastern Tokyo. I was now all set. Besides my minimalist clothes, the only other thing I needed was my little shoulder bag, keitai denwa isveçbahis giriş (cell phone), some cash (10,000¥ cover charge at Chika-Raku), and Suica IC card to ride the metro between Asakusa and Shibuya. The Halloween party was set for seven pm to midnight. It was four pm, so it was time to get ready. After taking a nice long shower, I put on light make-up and pale lipstick because I didn?t like too much make-up. Besides, make-up would obscure my natural complexion. I brushed my silky, flowing black hair which was soft like waterfall spray blown by a gentle breeze. My hair was almost as sexy as my legs. I slipped on the bra and panties, then secured the garter belt under my panties. I opened a new package of Hanes stockings and admired the sheer 15-denier weave and distinct yellow picot edge at the stocking tops, as well as the sharply defined RHT toes and heels. I pulled up the left side and secured the stocking with the metal clips, then repeated on the right side. When I stood up, the garter straps pulled the fine nylons taut. Perfect fit! Next came the camisole top and tap pants. ?Looking hot!? I thought as I admired myself in the full-length mirror. I slipped on the slingbacks to complete the ensemble. The camisole top nearly concealed my breasts through the filmy bra and a hint of the lightly-colored garter belt straps peeked through the thin tap pants. My stocking tops which extended high up my long legs were barely concealed by the bottom reaches of the tap pants. I was ready to step out into public. From my little apartment in Asakusa, not far from the Tokyo Sky Tree which is located across the Sumidagawa River, I walked along the pedestrian mall by the river toward the Asakusa Station on the Ginza Metro Line. The walkway was isveçbahis yeni giriş bathed in the warm afternoon light. Across the river, the towering Sky Tree displayed its flashing lights which showcased its height and dominance of the surrounding area. As I approached the subway station, I encountered more foreigners also going to one of the three subway stations in Asakusa to return to their hotels in central Tokyo or go out on the town. I noticed more young people already decked out in a variety of outfits, like Star Wars characters (with the nationwide release of the newest chapter of the Star Wars series in December), kawaii (cute) anime characters, and popular scary characters. Many young women were dressed up Harajuku style; some gothic, some maid outfits. I wasn?t completely out of place with my erotic sexpot look - classy, and not outlandish. As I neared the station, the southerly wind picked up the edge of my tap pants and flipped it up, refreshing my warm crotch. The cool evening air felt really nice! Arriving at the subway entrance nearest to Kaminarimon (a huge red torii, the gateway to Sensouji, a famous shrine), I waited for the elevator to the platform area below. A small pack of locals and foreigners got into the elevator with me as we were crushed together like iwashi (Japanese sardines). Descending, I was squeezed in by a short Japanese man in front and a tall gaijin (foreigner) in the back. The short ride down must have been enjoyable for the gaijin. I felt something hard pushing into my rear, like a hard dick rising. Riding the Ginza Line all the way from Asakusa to Shibuya non-stop should be fun! I closed my eyes and fantasized about being pressed together in the Tokyo metro like oshizushi (style of sushi with pressed rice). The elevator door opened in the basement. We poured out of the tiny elevator and moved quickly to the ticket gates. I pulled out my Suica IC card and and swiped it across the IC reader (I wish we had more of these in the States).