Watching others

[Latina]

Anyone else ever observe strangers and wonder why they do what they do?

On the trolley last Friday evening, a youngish (maybe 25-30?) woman was sitting on the sideways seat they have near all of the doors. She was tall, a little overweight but still attractive. She wore a striped blue top that unzips down the front, and it was open to her bare navel. Underneath was a matching tube top that did nothing to hide her generous endowment (made my 38Cs look tiny). You could even see a bit of her huge areolas peeking out over the top.

There were lots of empty seats on the trolley, but for some STRANGE reason, three youngish men (about her age) were seated in the sideways seat directly opposite from her, pretending to be reading, but looking up at her frequently. For her part, she had a shopping bag at her feet, and from time to time she leaned down and rummaged through it as if looking for something, giving the men a good view of her ample cleavage each time. She would look at their crotches, lick her lips, and flash them a fast smile that she probably thought nobody else saw. None of them spoke, but there was ceratinly lots of communication via eye contact and body language. I was seated close enough to observe all these goings-on.

I understand the motivation of the guys, since most men are pure preverts. The woman got some ego-stroking, I'm sure, but I would be afraid to get THAT kind of attention, you don't know what one of these guys might do to her when she got off the train in the dark.

Then it occurred to me, maybe the four know each other and this was a flirting game among acquaintances. Maybe they like putting-on a show for strangers on the trolley.

What are your thoughts on what I saw? Would you ever be this daring in public?

-- Latina

 

[TonyG]

First of all, we're not perverts. Remember, you ladies have taught us that we think with our penis so we can not control our acts.

I would act out a scene in public with someone that was special to me as long as the purpose was not to harm anyone. I don't know if I would have acted that particular scene as it could have had bad repercussions.

I don't think I would show too much in public either but then again, if it was with a woman that knew how to push my buttons, who knows...

 

[Countess DeWinter]

And what buttons would those be, tony?
short skirts with stockings...legs crossed so you can see just a little bit of thigh?
blouse unbuttoned one extra button giving you a peek of cleavage?
tight t-shirt with no bra, nipples poking through?

or are they more along the lines of sitting on a bus, your coat folded over your lap, my hand sliding under...

 

[TN_Vixen]

not sure if this applies..

but I see people during the day and always create a story about them. Does that make me strange? *shrug* Who cares? It's fun! Sitting in the doctor office and observing an elderly couple's silent communication; watching the couple in the car in front of me- did they steal away on their lunch hour to grope in the car?; seeing a lonely ragged man limping down the highway - where's his family, is he lost? I create stories and fantasies about people I encounter everyday.

Maybe she was just horny? hehe

Maybe she's undercover and really writes for an erotic porn site and needed a way to "get into" her character?

Maybe she was really a male all dolled up to look like a female but wanted to see if she could attract other men?

...... isn't this fun? hehe I know, I'm strange. Just shut up.

 

[Latina]

I've done that, TN_vixen...made up stories about strangers.

Like when I saw ONE man's shoe on the highway, and a mile or two further on, a woman's shoe. I pictured a happy young couple in the first heady bloom of new love and lust, driving down the freeway in a sporty convertible with the top down. She watches him drive, a feeling of genuine love washes over her, and suddenly she can't resist unbuckling his belt and lying face-down into his trousers as she strips him. He excitedly kicks his left leg skyward, and one shoe goes flying out the driver's side window (he forgot to tie it). She sits up, smiling contentedly, an off-white goo trickling down her chin.

Now it's his turn. He lifts her micro-miniskirt, delighted that she neglected to wear panties underneath. They pull off to the shoulder, quickly change places, and speed off down the highway again. She is driving now, so his hands and attention are free to be devoted 100% to her pleasure. His tongue circles and swirls, her hips buck upward, she arches her back and presses hard into his loving, attentive face. He raises her smooth, bare left leg straight up in the air and holds it there, her calf cupped in his palm. He parts her thighs to give himself more maneuvering room, as he kisses, licks, and nibbles, and in her excitement, her right leg presses down even harder into the gas pedal. She lets her left leg stretch out the driver's-side window, to spread her thighs even wider to his kissing lips and licking tongue. With her leg sticking ever further out the window and her thighs spreading ever wider, they tool down the highway at 70...80...90, her foot pressing harder into the pedal as she grows ever wetter. At that speed, the wind tears her left shoe right off of her pretty, delicate little foot, exposing her bright-red pedicured toenails to the rush of air streaming by, cooling off her foot as the rest of her grows ever hotter.

That's as good an explanation as any, of how one man's shoe and one woman's shoe wound-up on the highway.

-- Latina

 

[Ree]

:Clapping, clapping, clapping: That is the best explanation of how someones laundry ends up on the highway that I have ever heard. Now if you'll excuse me I think I might need to take a drive, anyone interested in going along?????

 

[Jake2001]

Now if you'll excuse me I think I might need to take a drive, anyone interested in going along?????

Would you pick up a hitch hiker?

 

[Juspar Emvan]

I see this stuff daily, I work in a fast food resturant near the beach and we get lots of young people through who can't keep their eyes off each other and show it. Once in a very long while we see the same people back latter, together. But more often than not it is women exploring, or reconfirming their power over men.

I would certainly be that blatant about assesing a woman I felt was attractive, but would be wary about creating a situation so volitile on purpose, especially after dark.

And what buttons would those be, tony?
short skirts with stockings...legs crossed so you can see just a little bit of thigh?
blouse unbuttoned one extra button giving you a peek of cleavage?

Yabba Dabba Do!!

 

[Ree]

Would you pick up a hitch hiker? [/B]

Depends, whatcha wearing????

 

[willywanker]

I've always been a people watcher. And more than that, a t'shirt reader. Most shirts seem to match there wearer but every now and then you get ones that just don't seem to fit.

Saw this one on a biker tooling down the highway.....
"If you can read this, the bitch fell off"

 

[Topps]

If I would be that daring. Perhaps I think it depends on a lot of things.

But you never now, what might happend when your with th right people. *S*

 

[Jake2001]

Would you pick up a hitch hiker?

Depends, whatcha wearing???? [/B]

Cutoffs and a t-shirt ... but I got a big thumb