LENSED

"You don't take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it..." LENSED: IMAGE IS EVERYTHING

HAVE YOU EVER been caught. You know... looking? And I don't mean a second glance. I mean really, blatantly ogling. It happened to me yesterday on an escalator. I know, I know, it's usually the best place for admiring ass. He's in front of you, he's got his back to you, and he ain't turning around. Escalators only go one way, after all. So, as it happens, I was walking towards the escalator when this incredibly sexy black guy hurries on ahead of me. He gets on, I get on. He's a few steps up of me, fumbling for his Oyster card or whatever, so I lean on the handrail and enjoy the ride, fixing my eyes on the incredibly high, juicy ass sitting atop his big, packed thighs, all poured into tight jeans. This guy was straight. And he was working that whole popped collar in a primary colour vest top look, which says to me, "Jerk". But it's what's in the clothes that I'm interested in on a search and undress mission. As we reach the top of the escalator, my eyes disengage from the bootylicious derriere and gradually travel up, up, up... and my eyes meet his. He is looking back, watching me watch his ass. And he doesn't look happy. Fortunately, the escalator plateaus and he's obviously in a hurry as he steps through the automatic gates. As for me, shamefully, I don't feel the slightest bit of remorse - just "DOH! I got caught!" I mean, really - a seasoned pro like me, getting caught looking? That really is shameful. (Pictures: the photography of Anthony Isambert).