- art,
I don't where to put this story, so I'll just tuck it in here -- to coin a phrase.
These sort of things never seemed to happen to me before I signed on to LPSG. Or maybe I just didn't notice.
I went to have lunch with a friend, and took the bus both ways. The bus heading back to work was crowded, so I stood near the rear door. Sitting not too far away, and facing me, was this beautiful woman, who looked to be mid-20s. I looked at her, she looked at me, we smiled, commuters in a shared space. Went back to staring out the window.
The next time I happened to look at her, I noticed she was looking at me, too, but not at my face. She was eye level with my crotch. She was staring (none too subtly), her eyes were moving like she was measuring me, and she was smiling.
I hang 6 x 5 or so, and I started popping a boner. When I'm hard, I'm about 8 x 7. Since I was wearing 501s and boxers, it became pretty obvious prettty fast. She just smiled more. Then she happened to look up, and our eyes met. She stuck out her tongue a little, in a gently teasing expression. I blushed.
She got off the bus ahead of me with four other poople from her office. As she left, she handed me a piece of notepaper with her phone number on it, and a note that said "Call Me" and her name.
So I guess I should call her, and find if she enjoyed the bus ride as much as I did.
Does anyone else have experiences like this? I thought it was exciting to be groped in public without ever feeling a hand.
These sort of things never seemed to happen to me before I signed on to LPSG. Or maybe I just didn't notice.
I went to have lunch with a friend, and took the bus both ways. The bus heading back to work was crowded, so I stood near the rear door. Sitting not too far away, and facing me, was this beautiful woman, who looked to be mid-20s. I looked at her, she looked at me, we smiled, commuters in a shared space. Went back to staring out the window.
The next time I happened to look at her, I noticed she was looking at me, too, but not at my face. She was eye level with my crotch. She was staring (none too subtly), her eyes were moving like she was measuring me, and she was smiling.
I hang 6 x 5 or so, and I started popping a boner. When I'm hard, I'm about 8 x 7. Since I was wearing 501s and boxers, it became pretty obvious prettty fast. She just smiled more. Then she happened to look up, and our eyes met. She stuck out her tongue a little, in a gently teasing expression. I blushed.
She got off the bus ahead of me with four other poople from her office. As she left, she handed me a piece of notepaper with her phone number on it, and a note that said "Call Me" and her name.
So I guess I should call her, and find if she enjoyed the bus ride as much as I did.
Does anyone else have experiences like this? I thought it was exciting to be groped in public without ever feeling a hand.