MOLESTED in the park by...a WOMAN?

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    May 23, 2016 4:40 PM GMT
    I thought nothing interesting happened in the 'burbs, but this happened yesterday, and since I can't exactly deploy the thread title as a Facebook status update, I figured I'd share the experience here since it's a discussion forum.

    Yes, it's another long personal anecdote but since I've been recently widowed and single they and my naiveté may be getting to be, perhaps, more interesting.

    I now live in a really nice suburb of Miami 30 minutes from Sobe, where you can not only walk to Starbucks but drive only a few minutes to the site of our local park, the former international tourist destination "Parrot Jungle" (that franchise and birds have relocated to Watson Island near South Beach, but the grounds remain as a neighborhood park with rented venues, and is still frequented by tourists).

    My new Sunday morning ritual is an 11am yoga class, then a noon visit to that park's Farmer's Market and a several lap power walk on the winding trails beneath its rainforest canopy. Usually I go with my hag but yesterday, I went solo.

    I think I looked pretty good, bigger and more jacked and ripped than usual since I've been hitting the gym hard. Also, you don't wear loose flowing clothing in yoga if you don't want your junk to fly out and your belly bared doing headstands so I was wearing my typical outfit, a wifebeater (in this case, the one with the superman logo in my profile) and fitted gym shorts, and instead of my dork glasses I was wearing cool prescription Ray Bans, and had worked up a light sweat.

    I don't disengage from my surroundings with phones or earbuds when I walk or exercise. I'm pretty situationally aware so by the end of my first lap I had the park dynamic down - typical Sunday, with spillover from the Farmer's Market, an Eagle Scout ceremony in the art gallery at the entrance, kiddie birthday parties at the picnic table and splash 'n play areas, a smattering of foreign tourists, a plethora of strollers, and what looked like a geriatric jewelry making class in the original historic entrance.

    At one point in the trail I zigged when I should've zagged and spun 'round to follow another trail, almost running into a woman ahead of me. She was wearing a turquoise one piece bathing suit with khaki shorts pulled over them and a long ponytail. I figured she was a splash 'n play mom taking a breather from the kids. I tried passing her but she seemed to be crowding me. I managed to pass her but got a weird vibe off her and started spinning scenarios in my head - "I'm a single man walking solo in a park filled with women and children, and I'm going to be met by a gauntlet of cops apprehending the perv who stalked and sexually harassed a young mom." Yep, a paranoid thought - no gauntlet appeared and I didn't see the mother again for another few laps.

    Getting tired from the heat and a bit disassociated by lap 4, out of my peripheral vision I sensed I was being followed. Like they say you should do when you're driving - change your route to confirm this - I took a detour and walked a circle and indeed, it was either a coincidence or I WAS being followed/stalked.

    I boldly looked directly over my shoulder to see who it was and realized it was the swim 'n play mom. I thought "Oh shit, I better walk faster so she doesn't think I'm following HER," and did.

    But she quickened her pace, her footfalls echoing ever more loudly, and came up on my heels, then walked abreast, flashed me a big smile and said "hello."

    I got my first good look at her - pretty, clean-scrubbed without a hint of makeup, in her thirties, petite, latina - and she asked where I was from.

    A pretty woman boldly asking me a random generic question stirred a memory I couldn't identify right then and while in my head I answered with zero game like Scooby Doo ("hrrrruh?") I smiled back and told her "from here" (it's my hometown).

    She said she was from South America.

    Then as we continued walking side by side she grabbed my crotch.

    Major Cognitive Dissonance.

    We kept walking. She released it and again asked where I was from, making me question (among other things) her grasp of English, when she copped another feel, more insistently, as if to see if what she felt the first time was real (it is).

    With her slender fingers firmly grasping my basket I had a sudden flash of insight.

    I remembered the memory, over thirty years ago, when me and bunch of other guys backpacking Europe, sleeping in a public park but in what amounted to a sleeping bag collective for safety, were awakened to the sight of women kneeling over us asking in a friendly way random generic questions like "What is your name? Michele?" "Where are you from?"

    If I was wrong this may have gone south real fast, but with the splash 'n play mom's hand still on me I said: "C'MON, dude."

    I'd realized she was transgender.

    She gave me a smile, motioned to the freestanding bathroom building adjacent to the geriatrics making jewelry, and said "Come with me."

    Now, I may be a lot of man, and I found her stirring, but I'm not enough man to be serviced within a stone's throw of geriatrics, an Eagle Scout ceremony, a stroller brigade and a half a dozen little kids in swimsuits so I told her "You're very convincing in every sense of the word and thank you, but I'm not interested. And BE CAREFUL."

    And I left her, finished up two more laps, and left the park.

    Weirdly, I have to admire her balls. As for me, I think I inadvertently discovered cruising.







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    May 23, 2016 6:28 PM GMT
    I doubt it was going to be a free BJ as those transition hormones and surgeries are expensive.
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    May 23, 2016 7:14 PM GMT
    Not4u saidI doubt it was going to be a free BJ as those transition hormones and surgeries are expensive.


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    May 23, 2016 7:23 PM GMT
    The minute I read the title I knew it was a male. I'm disappointed that you allowed yourself to be molested like that and actually even considered taking it farther.
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    May 23, 2016 7:39 PM GMT
    ^Hey, a BJ is a BJ. The dick doesn't know if it's a male or female mouth. Just close your eyes and enjoy the ride.
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    May 23, 2016 8:04 PM GMT
    Not4u said^Hey, a BJ is a BJ. The dick doesn't know if it's a male or female mouth. Just close your eyes and enjoy the ride.



    That's disgusting. I can't believe anyone actually thinks that way. icon_neutral.gif
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    May 23, 2016 8:29 PM GMT
    "Usually I go with my hag but yesterday, I went solo."

    "MY HAG"?
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    May 23, 2016 9:19 PM GMT
    Radd said
    Not4u said^Hey, a BJ is a BJ. The dick doesn't know if it's a male or female mouth. Just close your eyes and enjoy the ride.



    That's disgusting. I can't believe anyone actually thinks that way. icon_neutral.gif


    I know. I'm so ashamed. icon_lol.gificon_lol.gificon_lol.gif
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    May 24, 2016 12:22 AM GMT
    Radd saidThe minute I read the title I knew it was a male. I'm disappointed that you allowed yourself to be molested like that and actually even considered taking it farther.


    Well, actually, I was thinking of taking her out to dinner first.

    Seriously, I was in a little something called SHOCK.

    Like the first time such a thing happened to me. (Refer to my autobiographical account "The Upside of Molestation" in my profile.)
  • Lanter

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    May 25, 2016 2:09 PM GMT
    I've had the same thing happen. Well, maybe not quite to the extent to bold physical contact, but I to have inadvertently stumbled onto cruising grounds innocently unaware to of the areas reputation. This happened at a Park in Delaware I go to a lot. Its one of those parks that is kind of spread out and winds its way along the river and has many different access points. I am always interested in parks and I'm on the board my local park so when I have time and I discover a new place to explore, I'm always up for it.

    So one day I was going through this park and got a very peculiar vibe. I don't know what it was, but something told me this was an unusual place. Then I ended up on a trail that was littered with trash. It was on the way back to the parking lot, so as I went down the path I started seeing pairs of boxer shorts strewn around. It was at this point that I began to catch on and after that hint the evidence was enormously undoubtable. Then a quick google search when I got home confirmed it.

    I still go there whenever I am in the area, but I have absolutely not interest in hooking up in the woods. I do find the mating ritual kind of intriguing to watch though and I do find it flattering when I am approached. I am just happy that the first time I went I happened to be there happened to be a down time cause I'm not sure how long it'd have taken me to catch on had I been approached unknowingly.

    I have chatted with a few guys though and several of them were initially approaching me and I've found that for the most part I feel sorry for them more than anything else. There is a very silent demographic of society that lurkes there. Some of the most discreet of the the discreet who don't even to online apps and are at the brink of giving in to temptation. Some are so shy they won't even talk. There's one guy that is clearly into me, but is so shy he can't even muster up the courage to say a full sentence.

    Too bad most folks in that situation, or any cruising situation tend to not be into me. haha ;)