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Getting felt

No, not a synonym for touching cotton

So I was in the Westminster tube station at 12.59. There was more human traffic around than usual – the Victoria line is on strike today.

My mind was wondering so far away I really don’t know where it was. ‘Zoned out’ is the phrase that Soph and I use to describe that kind of almost but not quite hypnotised state of ‘other worldliness’.

I was on the ‘up’ escalator from the Jubilee line. The hand that was caressing my bum was gentle, soothing. I shifted my weight and it slipped across and cupped my right cheek.

And then the penny dropped. Where I was. And that Soph was not standing behind me. I snapped upwards from my ‘leaning on the banister’ position and turned around.

Female. Blonde. Early 30s. Dyed blonde. Black dress. Cleavage. Leather jacket. Smile.

I think I smiled back.

She removed her hand as the escalator fed itself in to the jaws of the floor and I scampered on my way with more alacrity than normal and left her behind.

I’m not too sure how I feel about the incident.

Kind of flattered I think. But a little… strange.

Does that make sense?

9 thoughts on “Getting felt”

  1. Grrr.

    Although – it is a lovely bottom.

    I can see why she was tempted, I spose.

    However, I will hunt her down.

  2. Sorry, to say this, but that was a sexual assault. If you did that to a woman and she wasn’t happy about it, you would be arrested. If you feel unhappy about what happened you could report her.

  3. Something similar happened to me a couple of years ago on the Circle Line. I felt slightly violated, yet flattered and somewhat embarrassed when she smiled at me as she got off the tube.

  4. Hmm.

    Strange tale. Irresistible bottom or not – could she have been looking for something more mundain like a back pocket wallet/passport/oyster card?

  8. You got a bum grope on the Tube! What is it about the Tube that attracts people who like to grapple with other folks bits and bobs?

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