DramaQueensBall
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I spent 6 months studying abroad my Junior year of high school. I was young and naive, but I could handle myself (still can!). Every day I'd take either a subway or a ferry to school (depending on what/where classes were that day), and most days I was the only Western person aboard. This invariably made me the focal point for all the other commuters. But didn't feel creepy or (very) rude like it would in America. Rather it seemed like curiosity, mixed with - perhaps - a different relationship to the effect and implications of staring (especially at a teenage girl) and hell maybe my legs were looking good back then, too (still are!).
On one evening coming home - when the subways and ferries were a little bit less packed - I was standing as I usually did, hanging onto the handlebar. An older gentleman, maybe late 50s?, was standing down the way a little bit. Once again, we did the traditional eye contact/smile/smile back/look away and feel the looming stare on my body. But this time, the man approached me. It seemed like he wanted to start a conversation, but when he got near me, he just...kept smiling and staring. If this were America, I'd be in high alert mode by now, but I didn't feel threatened, I didn't feel in danger, I just didn't quite know what he wanted. He stood close to me (even though there was plenty of room around us) and we continued on with me minding my business and him awkwardly 'noticing me.'
But then...he scooted towards me so that we were halfway between side-by-side and genitals-to-genitals, and he put his arm on my waist but in a way so that he grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. Not forcefully, not aggressively, just like as if I had told him "Hey, if you want to press your penis against my pussy and hold my ass while you do, feel free!" But I had not. Yet her persisted. He pulled me in softly as if we were going to to a slow dance and then let his hands sort of wander up and down the small of my back and ass. I was frozen, less scared and more confused and shocked. Is this a custom here? Is this a national holiday? I looked at the man's face, and he continued to just smile, happily. He did seem like this was the first time he'd held a young woman in his arms in a long time, and I suppose he's lucky he picked me, 'cause...I didn't really do anything. I didn't invite it, I didn't fight it, but I reached the point where I thought "I don't feel in danger, he seems to be very blissed out, it's kind of a weirdly erotic little moment and...I'll let it play out. He rubbed my body aimlessly, stared at my (barely there) tits, squeezed here and there and then...just exited at his stop with a smile and a "Thank you" nod.
This was my most Groped in Public experience ever, I'm happy to say it wasn't a negative one and...this may be the first time I've ever written it out. So thank you.
On one evening coming home - when the subways and ferries were a little bit less packed - I was standing as I usually did, hanging onto the handlebar. An older gentleman, maybe late 50s?, was standing down the way a little bit. Once again, we did the traditional eye contact/smile/smile back/look away and feel the looming stare on my body. But this time, the man approached me. It seemed like he wanted to start a conversation, but when he got near me, he just...kept smiling and staring. If this were America, I'd be in high alert mode by now, but I didn't feel threatened, I didn't feel in danger, I just didn't quite know what he wanted. He stood close to me (even though there was plenty of room around us) and we continued on with me minding my business and him awkwardly 'noticing me.'
But then...he scooted towards me so that we were halfway between side-by-side and genitals-to-genitals, and he put his arm on my waist but in a way so that he grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. Not forcefully, not aggressively, just like as if I had told him "Hey, if you want to press your penis against my pussy and hold my ass while you do, feel free!" But I had not. Yet her persisted. He pulled me in softly as if we were going to to a slow dance and then let his hands sort of wander up and down the small of my back and ass. I was frozen, less scared and more confused and shocked. Is this a custom here? Is this a national holiday? I looked at the man's face, and he continued to just smile, happily. He did seem like this was the first time he'd held a young woman in his arms in a long time, and I suppose he's lucky he picked me, 'cause...I didn't really do anything. I didn't invite it, I didn't fight it, but I reached the point where I thought "I don't feel in danger, he seems to be very blissed out, it's kind of a weirdly erotic little moment and...I'll let it play out. He rubbed my body aimlessly, stared at my (barely there) tits, squeezed here and there and then...just exited at his stop with a smile and a "Thank you" nod.
This was my most Groped in Public experience ever, I'm happy to say it wasn't a negative one and...this may be the first time I've ever written it out. So thank you.
