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on Wed 1 Apr 09, 1:27 AM to Voyeur36's blog.
Almost, but not quite. She sat opposite me and I couldnt help but look. She was oriental, slim, with long dark hair. There were a few strands of grey, but I didn't notice straight away. She didnt look old enough to have grey hair. I was too busy looking at her legs. Black tights, silver ankle boots and a mini. Initially, I thought it was an accident. Her legs were slightly apart, and of course, this caught my eye. It has been a while. I couldn't quite see much without making it really blatant where I was looking. She was reading thelondonpaper and her bag was on the seat next to her. She crossed her legs as if to tell me, stop perving. I kept trying not to look but something drew my eyes back. Sometimes she held the paper directly in front of her face, other times she dropped it a little, as if to make sure I was paying attention. Oh, I was. She uncrossed her legs again and the game continued. I had my head tilted to the side, but time and time again, my eyes returned to her legs, following them up under her skirt. Every now and again, we made eye contact, but not for long. There was no way she didnt know what I was looking at. What I wished I could see. The dark tights and dark skirt didn't help. Actually they did. Part of the tease is not showing everything, just little glimpses. Her legs were open enough I could see all the way up, but it was too dark to make out details. By the time the train got to Bethnal Green, I was finding hard not to grin like a fool. I was thinking, she must be getting such a thrill from doing this. What happens when she gets home? Is there someone waiting she can jump, or is it going to be her toy box? Well, I enjoyed fantasising about it as well. At Bank a lot more people got on so I couldnt see any more. When people moved down, I could see her face every now and then, and there was definitely still eye contact and little smiles. At St Pauls she opened a book and what I thought was an emery board fell on the floor. I didn't say anything straight away as I thought she had seen. At Chancery Lane, more people got on and as someone was about to step on it, I picked it up and handed it to her. She smiled and said, she was finished with it and dropped it back on the floor. She then started touching up her makeup. She took out a pencil to do her mascara and initially I thought it was a pen. She was going to give me a little note. No such luck. Wishful thinking. I should have done that. At the next stop, she started using the pencil to apply makeup to her eyelids. She got off at Tottenham Court Road. She made it a point to look at me and smile before she got off though. I wished I had acted. I'll never know what could have been. Not just my imagination. 6.35 on a westbound Central Line train.
| 1 Apr 09, 7:59 AM MarcusStrapp UK(CB), 7 yrs  |
Excellent. The Fetish Photo Album A free and private flickr group for IC members to share dirty pictures! |
| 1 Apr 09, 8:10 AM AKA_47 4 yrs |
Maybe her taking out a "pen" was a gesture to invite you to take out your own pen (the real one, that is - not the "other" pen!  ) and give her your number? I could be reading too much into that bit, though. Fun thing to happen on the tube! "I've got cancer of the universe, mate" - Dudley Moore |
| 1 Apr 09, 11:58 AM Voyeur36 UK(IG), 3 yrs |
I know. I am going to get some cards made up. I can't miss another opportunity like this. |
