I had occasion to go to Balaclava today.
One benefit of using public transport if it is not too busy is that you can you position yourself to have a good perve on hot looking guy. On the return tram trip I saw a target for my observations and postitioned myself accordingly, but also near the exit door in case the tram became busy. Suddenly I became so sleepy. I thought instead of getting off the tram at the usual Toorak Road stop, I would go further to the next stop and if I dropped off for half a doze, I would wake when the tram went around the curve before the stop.
As usual I had sunglasses on. The tram started go around the curve and I opened my eyes and there was a male crotch in front of my face just a few inches away. I actually got a fright (I think I had gone a bit further than half a doze) and yes, it was the guy I had been checking out.
It was quite a handsome crotch, compressed into a bare three inches of material between the waist band and crotch fork and bulging nicely. For just a split second I thought I was about to be orally assaulted. For another split second I thought I cannot appear to be a willing recipient here in public on a tram.
Fantasy, wanted or unwanted, ended when I realised he was reading the tram route map that was above my head.