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Groped and enjoyed
At my mature age of mid-40s with a bit chubby stature I don’t mind my heavy ** bouncing when I walk or move around and most people feast on my treasure with their eyes. I love it when traveling on crowded metro train. I love being pushed up against unknown persons male or female. The women would give me a pleasant smile of appreciation or a simple annoyance. Men would turn around and see with awe my 40D ** of mine encased in my fitted bra! The bold ones would get closer to touch them; I allow them while I enjoy the physical pressure of their upper body. If I fancy any of them, I would look at him in the eye and smile to see his reaction more. Some do not waste any time to be closer to mine as our bodies brush against each other seductively. I can feel their ** growing hard against my belly. Such a feeling makes me ** in no time and my ** wet. Unhindered, I move further and push myself hard against them until my large erect ** rub against their chest and I feel their bulge for some brief moment. They look down at my deep cleavage while one my hands hold the bar up the ceiling. I could read their mind, they want to shove their ** in between my huge meat or in my wet warm thighs and shoot their hot gushing **. I too want it real bad as my ** juices dripping out of me.
This evening in particular, this young man was no exception. I reached my station and got down of the train. I gave him a seductive smile. As I was walking to my home I left two of the buttons open of my blouse to feel the touch of fresh air. He quickly got down following me and caught up with me and asked if I would kindly join him for a drink. We went to a bar nearby. While sipping our drinks he was lovingly gazing my **. I asked him whether he likes my **! He nodded in affirmative and openly expressed that those were the best he ever saw in his life! And that he got rock hard from just looking at them. He hid no shyness to express that those made his ** throb and twitch out of control! That was not unexpected for me as the same happened with a number of men in past with me.
Within half an hour I pulled him out of the bar, took him to the back of the pub passed rows of wash rooms to what was like a small office room I had known earlier. Take it out, I ordered as he started to pull up my blouse as I unclasped my bra. He stood looking at them, and then moved down to ** on them, tweaking my ** hard. Making me moan loud, gasping from the pleasurable massage of my **. Now my ** was really beginning to throb, and I slid my hands up under my short skirt all the way up to my ** until my hot juices seeped from between my swollen ** lips. He quickly slid his hand and found my hot dripping hole. I lifted a leg on a plastic crate nearby. He pushed his ** quickly in - then another started ** ** me. My ** was swollen, throbbing for attention. He quickly went down on me, sucking my ** until I came shivering, into his mouth.
I stood up and started to rearrange my skirt and blouse when he grabbed hold of my hands, took away my bra and begged to leave the ** out telling me how beautiful they were. My ** wobbled and bounced all the way home. The second we were through the door, he was on me, ripping my clothes off. As I stood naked in front of him, he began removing his clothes, never taking his eyes off my big **. He grabbed me and threw me on the bed, straddling my stomach, he rubbed his rock-hard ** all over my big ** and teased my ** with his cut **, his pre-** covered my nips.
His ** was so hard and became engorged showing bluish veins all along as he was sliding his ** between my ** that I held closed together by my hands. I caressed his ** and rubbed a ** around his **. He was beginning to lose control, his ** pumping in and out fast, shooting his hot ** over my mouth, tongue, and huge swollen **. I took his ** out and began licking the tip of his ** feeling it going soft slowly!
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An end note: The story above happened in New York. I had my first taste of being groped and fondled my body in the office-time rush-hour in the commuter trains in Tokyo when I was on holiday for a week there 10 years ago. The memorable one was in Bombay, India in 2018 in an Indian commuter train. I was literally molested by a half a dozen hands within half an hour. One of the straps of my bra gone, the side-zipper of my skirt was open and my skirt clang down to my hip – the crowed pushed me out of the train at my destination. There were couples of women who helped me to rearrange my dress. BUT I now enjoy it in a crowded transport of any sort!
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