

In Japan, one day I was on my way home and took a new path to get to the train station. It was a tab bit late but I discovered a new route I have never taken before. On the way home, I had accidentally bumped into a salaryman (Japanese business man) and as he gathered himself I bowed a few time as I apologized but as soon as I stood straight up in full view, he became quiet and very flustered. On this day, I wore very revealing top showcasing my breasts that nearly spilled out of them. The gentleman seemed so very dazed that he bumped into a voluptuous foreign woman. I can't help but giggle every time I think about to his bright red face. I watched him slowly reach his hands out towards my breasts in awe and right before he was about to grab a handful of my breasts, he used his other hand to stop himself from touching me. I remember being stunned and then giggling at his inner resolve. Our interaction only lasted a few seconds to a minute... and by the end of it I gently grabbed his hand and placed it on my breasts for a few seconds and then walked away. When I looked back to glance at him, he was staring at his hand intensely in the middle of the path with a bright red face.