[ SECRET POST #4063 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #4063 ⌋

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Re: Close calls/creepy encounters

[(Anonymous)]

Once when I was a little girl, I was riding my bike around the neighborhood when a car pulled up. The driver and only occupant was a naked man with his hand on his dick. He asked me if I knew how to get to some street I'd never heard of. I said no and he drove off. The only explanation my innocent mind could come up with was that he had forgotten to put on clothes. You know those dreams where you're inexplicably naked in public? Well, here I had just been presented with proof that it can really happen! That poor man forgot his pants. How embarrassing! I just shrugged, kept riding my bike, and never mentioned it to anyone at the time. It wasn't until I was nearly 30 that I happened to think of the encounter and went "Wait just a fucking minute... he was jacking off in front of me!" I can't help but giggle over my reaction at the time, though. The whole thing still makes me laugh.

Later, in my preteen years, I was with several friends - all boys - in a wooded area of a large park. We were wandering around the trails chatting, when we saw a man in a clearing up ahead. He was taking off his clothes until he only had on what I remember looking like a speedo, and then sort of walked in circles gesturing like he was having an argument with an invisible person. We were weirded out and quietly backed off and went to another, more open and populated part of the park. I have no idea what was up with Speedo Man - my guess would be a mental health issue - but by this time, my internal response to surprise adult male stripping had matured from "Poor man lost his pants!" to "This guy could be dangerous." However, I remember thinking "I'm the only one he'd want to attack and he wouldn't hurt me with boys around!" which was very naive on both counts.