Apr 8, 2011

16 The Reluctant Voyeur

looking Sitting on the train one evening on the way home from work, I sat updating my agenda when a young Asian couple entered the train and sat down on the side seats next to the three-seater parallel to the one I was sitting in on the opposite side. I sat turned slightly left because it gave me better access to my bag which meant I was facing the young couple i.e. they were in my direct line of vision. As I continued to update my agenda they carried on their conversation in Chinese and I though to myself, ‘I cannot understand a word they are saying but have mercy, their body language speaks volumes.' in fact it was too clear.


The love play …


loveThey were all touchy, feely what I like to call “love play” that incorporated the hand gestures which included touching, feeling, patting, tapping, caressing, and the consensual personal space invasion that left less than an index finger of space between them as they communicated. The love play became more noticeable as the young man placed his hand on the woman’s upper thigh and she places her hand on his as if to stop its upward climb. As their conversation continues she removes her hand because she was gesturing as she became animated and his hand inched upward slowly, closer to her secret garden (SG). She wore a short skirt (not too short) with black nylons; a low cut black blouse that show cased her assets well without parading them and a brown jacket that hung open. Distracted by whatever they were discussing she didn’t appear to notice his hand inching up her thigh until he made a swift move and hit home (SG). She jumped almost bolting out of her seat. She snatched his hand, bowed her head in apparent surprised embarrassment and spoke between clinched teeth while she took period peaks at me and the surrounding area to see if anyone noticed that his hands touched her privates (SG). I aimed my eyes above her head as not to further heighten her embarrassment and saw her relieve when she thought I did not see. The young man though in his glee judging by the chasseur cat smile on his face quickly masks the look when he saw she was getting upset, he seemed to behave (though temporary) and their conversation continued.


It wasn’t long before the man’s hand started crawling again. It was as if it his hand had a mind of its own because as she leaned forward bending her face in front of his almost under his chin to whisper something to him, he responded by touching her slightly beneath her breast. She stayed his hand. He relaxed. She released his hand but as she moved her hand just as she was leaning back he put his hand between her breast, cupped her and squeezed. Again she jumped and snatched his hand looking around anxiously. She once again got very close to his face, said something to him and he put his hand down on her knee and there it remained until they left the train hand in hand.

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