Travelling on a hot bus in London last week, the ride only enlivened by an extremely sexy man in a business suit sitting next to me. I passed the time wondering what it would feel like for him to spank me, especially as I was wearing a sexy little dress that isn’t really appropriate for work, but I was going out after work.
Then God intervened and a miraculous pothole appeared in the middle of Finsbury Pavement. The bus lurched, the passengers jerked and I fell sideways, putting out my arm to try and regain my balance.
Planting it squarely in his crotch and squeezing through sheer reflex. No intent!
I whipped my hand away and apologised profusely.
He smiled at me and said it was no problem.
Then I blushed bright red and was so overcome with embarrassment, I leapt off the bus at the next stop. Which wasn’t even my stop!
I really must get a grip on these occasional urban etiquette issues.
Jessica! Feeling a man’s crotch in public. I’m shocked and appalled! What an example!
Jessica, in all my years riding in London buses, that has never happened to me, shame.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Oh, thank goodness I’m not drinking coffee, or that would be it for this laptop. Thanks for this hilarious anecdote. That last sentence is a work of comic art.
Just perfect! Jessica, I wish you would come write Wednesday midweek missed connections with me sometime.
i love this story!!! te he!
Dirty, dirty girl. xxx