Japanese yellow cab women

Who are they?

Summary: Many Japanese women of all ages travel abroad for sightseeing or language lessons but in reality they are seeking men for secret romantic encounters.

It has been a while since I heard the term ‘yellow cab’ used in Japan. During the heydays of the bubble economy in Japan when we were all rolling in wealth and had biannual bonuses running into several thousand dollars, we were indulging as if there was no tomorrow. Office ladies in those days would simply get on a plane to watch a play on Broadway in New York or shop in Hong Kong or just spend a romantic weekend with their boyfriend in Paris. The women did not want to commit themselves to married life – they wanted it all – romance, wealth, and no boundaries.

The term yellow cab was used to describe women who would travel overseas just to get laid. Dressed in their best and their Louis Vuitton bags full of cash, these women just wanted to have sex without any commitment at all – sometimes with total strangers. It is reported that several nightclubs in tourist cities like New York employed Japanese-speaking staff who visited them to find their partner for the night. They came in groups, spent lots of money on drinks, and tipped generously. And it attracted a sophisticated male crowd.

With the economy in such bad shape, no bonuses, and the terrorism threats all over the world, there are not too many Japanese women rushing to get laid. However, it seems that there are still adventurous women who can indulge themselves. A friend of mine from California shares his experience with a Japanese university student.

“I was driving by the university when I spotted a Japanese girl of about 18 years of age. I came to a stop at the red light and as she was crossing the street in front of me, I noticed how slim she was and her small chest (which I like) protruding through her blouse being pressed against her from the wind. Her waist and hips seemed more fitting for a 13 year old than a woman, though nicely proportioned. She seemed average in her looks but appeared to be a very traditional, sweet looking young Japanese girl, innocent, and naïve.

Being absorbed in my thoughts about this plain, nameless beauty, I suddenly realized she was looking at me and smiling, the smile of an innocent woman on a warm breezy day. I was too startled to smile back, thinking she might have read my thoughts about her.

I wondered as I accelerated down the road past her, what it would be like to have this beauty, moaning in my arms. To taste her mouth, and feel her silky
black hair between my fingers. My body reacting to my thoughts of her felt very warm and my face was flush with the desire I felt towards her. On impulse I swung the car back towards where she was walking, as I past her I became so excited my head began to swim with desire. I turned the car around again and as I started to pass her she turned and looked at me with seeming recognition and threw me a smile I will never forget. I drove past her a few yards and pulled up beside the curb where she would soon walk by.

I wanted desperately to talk to her, to say something that would allow me to hear her voice and thus complete my fantasy of knowing her in a quieter moment. I can’t tell you how so very excited I was. I rolled down the window on the drivers side and could see her approaching through the side mirror. I wondered what I was going to say to her that would make her feel safe enough to stop and respond. As she began to go by the window I suddenly blurted out "Hi how are you?" Amazingly she stopped and looking right into my eyes as only an innocent would do, and said "Hi, my name is Nishi" – A voice of an angel. I wanted to ask her if she knew her way around town and that I was lost and needed directions, but I was so flush with excitement that it came out only as a whisper. She apologized that she could not hear me and came around to my side and stuck her head through the car window now inches from my face. I don't know why she did this but I again acted on impulse and reaching up I turned her face towards me and kissed her, and to my absolute amazement, she started kissing me back. I whispered to her if she would get in the car and she said, "Please no." She reached down through the window almost half her body now inside the car. We kissed passionately for several minutes, it seemed to last an eternity, she pulled herself back out the window and thanked me. THANKED ME? She thanked me for the most pleasurable moment I have ever had in my entire dull upper middle class life! I didn't know what to say sitting there. I smiled and said, “You are sweet!” To which she smiled, thanked me again, and walked off. Yes this happened right on a busy street and yes I am fairly positive that people knew what was going on but at the time it seemed that it was just me and this little naïve Japanese girl and no one else in the whole world.”

I can imagine that this story may sound unreal and unbelievable. However, the reason I am inclined to believe this is because of the way we Japanese do certain things. We love anonymity, we are more forthright about our libido, and of course we always are polite during sex. Believe it or not, it is very common for both men and women in Japan to use ‘shitsurei shimasu” prior to sex (which is a Japanese word to say that you are sorry to bother someone – remember though that while this word is literally translated as ‘Excuse me’ and can be used as such in many cases, this word can be used in rather unusual situations like this one when you are essentially apologizing for invading the other person’s privacy or might end up causing some pain unknowingly).

Also for reasons that I have never understood yet, a lot of Japanese women have a tendency to shout ‘yamete’ (literally translated as ‘stop’) during sex. It is a Japanese woman’s way of saying that she is having such a good time that she can’t take it any more and so you should stop. Well, the reverse is true, generally. Silly; isn't it?

Of course, we are even politer, once we are done. Helping each other clean up, apologizing a couple of times and saying thanks all over again is just part of our way of communicating.

What about the ‘yellow cabs’? For those of you who are not sure about this term, it was used by the Japanese media to describe women who are as available as a yellow cab since many of them used these cabs to go around and then come back to their hotels with their lover for the night. While the practice is in decline, I would not be surprised if a lot of women still fantasize about it and engage in it when they get a chance.

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