First Class Virgin: I'm a girl with a one-track mind

Ah .. you can tell Spring is in the air; my winter white halo is slipping and I'm in danger of sprouting a pair of horns.
I need someone to move it up back into place sometime soon ... preferably with his tongue :-)

The eye candy on trains here in Tokyo is just too much to bear, especially from this time onwards and into the summer. At peak commuting hours, groping is a notorious pastime, and in fact on some lines there are now female-only carriages at certain times of day when people are packed in like sardines.

Japanese women are notoriously passive, and many will suffer in silence if they are targeted. Lately, though, there's been an increase in women publicly confronting gropers. The downside is that public denouncing of "gropers" just for sport by "man haters" has also become an issue. Even if the poor guys are totally innocent, the legal ramifications can really mess up their lives.

Just an oriental take on your occidental post......
I guess there is a difference between viewing "happy tackle" from the opposite side of the aisle, and having it pressed up hard between your cheeks while the guy runs his hand over your tits while you're jammed into a corner unable to move or resist :-) Dunno, though......some women might have a secret fetish about that :-)

Hmmm ,very interesting,dear Luc2Suc.I'm not sure that a guy sitting with his legs apart is necessarily a sublimitive signal,every time.
You mission,should you choose to accept it,is to observe ,next time you are on the train,how many men adopt the same pose,when sitting opposite elderly ,unattractive women,bag ladies or generally,unfanciable females.
I would be most interested to learn your findings.Speaking personally, I think that in many cases,it is just a sub-conscious attitude inculcated from an early age,to re-inforce one's macho image.Something not quite manly about a fellow cross his legs maybe ?
I must go now,I have a train to catch and with luck,will be able to take my usual seat,opposite this attractive female,who normally carries a heavy bag which snags her stockings and looks as though her feet are killing her.We have a tacit agreement that she can have a good look at my tackle.... I do uope it cheers her day up !img src="imagesadultemoticons008.gif"

Ronald, I'm not sure that's always the case. Early mornings and hot, sweaty undergrounds don't always bring out the best.


Skebbie, not sure whether that sounds like fun or a nightmare. In spite of the hustle and bustle of the London Underground, I suppose it is still very 'reserved' when compared to some other European and North American cities I've had the pleasure of visiting which is surprising when you consider the ethnic diversity of passengers.

I can honestly say that I have never been groped on a train or any other public transport. Needless to say, anyone who tried would find his happy tackle shoved in his pocket for safe keeping.

Although there was a time on a Turkish dolmus ...

" ... mission,should you choose to accept it ..."

Fetch, well I'm back there again tomorrow so should I be fortunate enough to get a seat or an aisle view I will take a look and report back.
Do you think I could get away with wearing my sunglasses to hide my eyes? I'd feel much less self conscious about perving (erm ... I mean undertaking research for my friend Fetch), if people couldn't see where my eyes were straying. Would this look a tad odd on the underground?

MissGd, how very true. Having a meeting in London is like having an interview with a team of JKR's Dementors:

"the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them... Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself...soulless and evil. You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life."


See ... that's why tomorrow I will rise to Fetch's research mission on the underground. I need happy thoughts to chase away the City Dementors.

Luv2 Suc. Sunglasses ? To paraphrase the Blues Brothers " We've a train full of people,it's dark...and we are wearing sunglasses "
I can't give you a definitive answer but from a personal point of view,I'd much rather have you staring at my crotch behind shades, than Jake or Ellwood. xx

The Underground at busy periods is one of the most soul destroying places you can go. Any effort to interact with other passengers is frowned and and you're made to feel like a total nutter. Always remember to never, EVER make eye contact with anyone... EVER!

You can't get the unhinged and smelly people on your bus MissGdn because they're always on mine..... Unless we're on the same bus?

Luv2 you must remember us blokes don't plan anything. Most of the time we just sit that way because in our tight trousers and M&S trunks it's just comfortable. However If there just happened to be an attractive lady opposite, who keeps having sneaky glances my way (And yes I bet he knew you were looking) then I'm sure most of us may exaggerate our pose just a tiny little bit to see if it had any effect? Certainly know I would and the more you try to hide your looks the better it would be..... ;)

Sunglasses may work, failing that get a newspaper and cut out 2 eyeholes, I'm sure no one would notice.

The Tube is up there with Aldi and Maplins. Beardy blokes Paedalino trains though are different - at certain times of day they can be almost pleasant (well in comparison to the squashathon on the tube) and potential contenders for some lite plan B. Having lived in Laaaandon twice now my preference is in fact the bus. At least you can gaze out of the windows at the teeming masses.

Anyway Luv2 let me know when yr travelling and I will sit opposite you. I promise I will not distract you.

Honest.

I suppose the corollary of this thread is "if women insist on wearing micro-skirts andor exposing vast areas of cleavage on public transport, do they have any right to feel offended if blokes stare at them?" For fear of ruffling the feathers of women's rights activists, I shall say no more, but I think it's relevant to consider in this context :-)

BTW I agree with Rigger about the Tube. I'm not in London often, but I avoid the Underground like the plague: it's foul and 'orrible compared to the Tokyo version. Would much rather pay over the odds and get a black cab, and enjoy cheery chat with the driver. Money well spent in my opinion.

I wonder why my comment got deleted? :-) Well at least one person saw it......

May try again later (covers hand with mouth and looks mischievously aside).

SAS: Don't worry, Luv2 is well known on these pages for her obsession with crotch-staring, and yet - as I've always maintained in previous posts - unless a bloke is wearing something almost skin-tight, there's actually little to see when the thing is flaccid. I think a lot of it is pure imagination on the part of the voyeuse.....or perhaps wishful thinking :-) I suppose if a guy on a train wanted to be really wicked, he could wear skin-tight jeans, shove a long piece of thick rubber hose down the top of one leg, and *then* sit with his legs asplay. It would still elicit the desired effect in those who felt compelled to stare, and yet the indecency would only be in the eye of the beholder. If confronted by Boris' Tube Police, the guy could always claim he had a bladder complaint and needed an extra-thick catheter :-)

Luv2 - re the dark glasses, try taking a white stick along with you. They will then a) not be able to see you ogling b) accept as natural the dark glasses c) may be persuaded to help you from the train and to the nearest quiet corner while you try reading the brail on their underwear :-)

ealish - there is also the denyability - "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to grab your happy tackle, I just couldn't see what I was touching" - "honest"

Luv2 just wear your mask so that no one will recognise you!

I agree that the London Underground is a dirty rotten place that smells of stale disinfectant (if you are lucky), but there is something thrilling about being herded like a lamb ready for slaughter down mile long escalators and onto a platform only to be squished onto a train. It may not be as pleasant as some other city undergrounds, but it is fun.

Anyway, I have decided on my strategy to collect the research data for Fetch. A newspaper with cut-out eyes and a white stick for plan B, just incase I'm 'sussed.

I will try using the excuse that a Bmale has suggested "oops, sorry I couldn't see", but if I'm caught and arrested by the Underground Police, will one of you locals come and bail me out?

Bag - check
Newspaper (with eye holes) - check
Book (to pretend reading) - check
White stick - check
Change to make my one call at the police station - how much is a local call these days?


I'm not going to try the bus MsGd, wouldn't know where to start. I know I would get lost and likely to be found wondering aimlessly like Madame Cholet somewhere near Wimbledon Common.


Oh, almost forgot the sunglasses - check

Graham, you didn't go to her rescue then? hmm ...

They allow you one phone call luv2 - give me a ring and I will come and bail you out :-) (might take a couple of hours to get there but I would definitely bail you out - assuming the lawmen would let you go once they found out how gorgeous and sexy you areimg src="imagesadultemoticons012.gif" )

I've had my eyes for a while now, and the only way I can stop them regarding breasticles in a low cut top is to physically move my head so they can't swivel round that far. I've tried controlling them but to no avail...

I can't say I've ever noticed anybody using their x-ray eyes to inspect my tackle through my strides on the odd occasion I've been forced to suffer the tube. ..or any form of public transport for that matter. But then again, my eyes are usually too busy!

You should be easy to spot then Luv2....;)

Not sure the white stick and pretending to read the book might just be a tiny bit contradictory though... hmmmm

Update:
Flippin' heck, I forgot I was travelling with my boss today. Never mind, I'm sure I will find some plausible excuse for carrying a copy of yesterday's Guardian with holes cut out. Mission still on course ...
Also, the Virgin lounge wifi wouldn't let me access site so need to use 3G. Fancy that!

Disgraceful Luv2 demand your human rights to be able to peruse pervy website at your leisure!!!

Good luck with the mission... We're all right behind you .... Or maybe sitting in front of you ;)

If you feel something warm snaking against your ankles, it'll be Dixon craving some attention: but it's OK, you can look :-)

QUICK LUNCHTIME UPDATE:
Survived journey but twot of a boss made it impossible to perv. Details later ...
Right now I'm having my soul extracted very painfully and slowly over lunch whilst the suits are discussing golf and holidays in the south of France. Some pin-stripe has just spat crumbs of his prawn mayo sandwich over my cutlery after bursting into a fake laugh at something I said that was NOT funny. Suddenly not hungry. Beam me up Scotty ..,

Ah kanna gi' the tranporterr any moore, cap'n. We need some moare dilithium crystals! Have ye no ckecked forr the unknown life-forrm aroond yer ankles??

Does anybody actually like golf, or do they just partake because it's the 'done thing' and pretend?

Luv2 are you not supposed to survive these things by imagining them all naked?

Better yet imagine they are all me and skebbie naked.

Even the female - er - colleagues.

You should feel your soul slipping back into you like a warm cup of choccie...

That probably should have been skebbie and I but to be honest its been a very long day (a very pleasant one I might add) and I need sustenance....

I survived it Riggs, but not by imagining them all naked. I'd rather stick pins in my eyes than do that.

The evil soul suckers are all 'men' (loose sense of the word) who had no consideration for their female companion. Jeez, you'd think they could spare a thought once in a while and discuss the latest styles at KG with me :-) . That was a joke by the way; I'm not that shallow. Why, even the price of bread or the two for one offers at Waitrose would have been more engaging.

As for 'Mr overweight and sweaty Prawn Mayo laugh at anything', he managed to retain a large piece of lettuce between his teeth and kept it there all afternoon. His plenary was the best. One of public sector's finest moments. This amused me ...

Anyway, Fetch, the mission was completed you'll be pleased to hear. It was challenging, but worth it and I have you to thank for this glowing sense of accomplishment that I am currently feeling. I have now 'done my bit' for scientific research and I'm sure the world will be a better place when my conclusion is finalised.
Skebbie, I so wish I could translate that into Klingon.

I've got an early morning so details later ... x

You could even be up for a Nobel prize luv2 - such dedication to the science of perving :-) - I wonder if I could get away with some serious perving by telling them as they arrested me - "it's a scientific survey - honest!" Maybe not lol

Gentlemen. You may be aware that I commissioned my most experienced Agent ( Code name Luv2Suc) to undertake a data-gathering exercise.
If you found yourself on a train,sitting opposite my beautiful spy ( a latter-day Mata Hari ) having your tackle scrutinized ,please understand that this was purely in the name of research and not her wondering what lies beneath.I trust therefore, that you did not a) try to impress her with an erection or b)unzip yourself and display your naked member.
Should she have shuffled in her seat or parted her legs slightly, this was not an attempt to be provocative but simply that her feet were giving her gyp due to her yet again, have forgotten her flat shoes.
She will no doubt, be appearing in the New Year's Honours list to be ennobled for her steadfastness and devotion to duty.
This blog entry MAY self-destruct in 10 seconds !

The name is Suc .... Luv2suc...... Cue theme tune "Nobody does it better".... As a masked lady fights her way through boring meetings and crowded tube carriages, fighting to uphold the British right of perving at leisure. Before the grand finale of destroying the evil golf liking, prawn sandwich spluttering baddies with a flick of her whip. And then escaping on the Piccadilly line and having a good peruse of a Russian agent sitting opposite in tight trousers .....

The only time I ever heard my mum say the F word...

After some boring village thing (I suspect that it had been a meeting like Luv2s...) she came away fuming. As she got into the car where we were waiting she blurted out "I don't mind the golfers being boring but do they have to wear those fucking stupid trousers...." She then went very red and claimed she didn't say the what she said..