Ish's "salami" reference reminded me of a couple of the more bizarre experiences I've had with exhibitionists.
Once I was sitting with my husband and son on the subway. N was reading the paper. It was late at night, my son was little, and asleep between us, and there were very few people in the train. Sitting directly across the aisle from us was a young man with a large artist's sketch pad on his lap. (The pad was large, not the artist.) I noticed him looking at me, and soon he opened the sketch pad and began sketching, looking up frequently to study my face.
I was feeling self conscious, but flattered. I wondered if he would show us (though N was oblivious to what was going on) the sketch. Maybe even give it to me.
In a few minutes, the fellow did lift the pad, and slowly turn it around, so I (and only I; N was still reading intently) could perfectly view the detailed and realistic sketch he'd made of a large erect penis.
That's just one of my exhibitionist-or-frottage stories. This isn't really an exhibitionist story, of course, it being only a picture, and all. It was certainly shocking, though. I used to be shy. |
