There used to be a restaurant/bar called Cisco's by the Miami airport. On Cinco de Mayo, it was the best place in the world to grope and be groped. The place was packed, and getting to the bathroom resulted in some very tight squeezes. I was married at the time, so all the groping never resulted in sex with any beautiful strangers, but it was a lot of fun. One year, I was standing close to the bar and someone behind me slid their hand down inside my jeans from behind and groped my cock and balls while I was groping the girl in front of me. Never knew if the person behind me was male or female, but I sure enjoyed it.
Taking the train
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Maddy, he was one lucky guy!
I think being fucked on a train must be fun -- was it by a stranger?
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neither would I.
I would luv to volunteer to meet you on a train! It would be interesting. I can be the stranger!
Had an experience on a plane, not a train but the train has figured in more than a few "groping" fantasies since.
I had a late night flight out of New York to Los Angeles with a stopover in Dallas. I was 19 and the woman next to me was in her 30s. At that time, I was very much a lover of older women and she was cute and dressed down in jeans and a white t-shirt and a fuzzy zipper jacket.
She got on late, I sat up to let her slide into the window seat next to me and we said maybe ten words to each other. I started developing a raging hard on as soon as she had been in the seat long enough for her perfume and presence to saturate the air. I was debating whether to chat her up since talking to a hot lady is the next best thing to lying naked in bed with them but she promptly took off her jacket, asked the stewardess for a pillow and blanket and curled against the window to sleep.
The blanket didn't cover her completely and I caught glimpses of her as she shifted around. At one point, she had her hand inches away from the armrest and I "accidentally" let my hand slip down so I could feel her. Then, in one of those moments where you are fully aware while you are doing it that you are doing something dumb, I began slowly caressing the hand.
I got no reaction and was just about to come back to my senses when she moved and I pulled my hand away. When she resettled, she was facing toward me with the blanket now covering the armrest and her arm on top.. From all appearances, she was still asleep. Her fingertips were inches away from my lap and my hand which was laying in it. I reached up and touched them and began slowly tracing them. After a few moments, her hand began to respond back. I had been feeling an electric charge in my body the entire time this had been going on and her first reaction was a moment of ecstacy. I moved my leg up and, when her fingers touched my thigh, she began rubbing/scratching her fingernails along my jeans my.
I moved my hand slowly around hers and began lightly caressing her arm and eventually traversed my hand over into her seat until my hand was awkwardly rubbing the outside of her shirt over her breasts. She leaned over a bit farther and I braved travelling over the v-neck top to trace along the tops of her breast and her black bra; black under white t-shirts are still my fave because of that moment.
By the time we actually acknowledged what was happening - there was still the pretense she was sleeping - her hand had traveled up to my crotch and mine had begun squeezing a nipple between two fingers after spending a long time slowly extricating it from her bra.
During this time, the fracking stewardess had stopped to see if we need anything which was both annoying and a bit exciting. The second time, I was pretty sure my positioning and outlines under the blanket were telling her what was going on. If they did, her face didn't betray it. When the attendant left, the woman stirred and began squirming a bit in her seat.
When she resettled, she reached up and grabbed my hand and pulled it down to her midriff. She had undone her jeans and my hand rested on her panties and I slowly began rubbing my finger underneath the elastic. Then I ran my hand outside her panties and felt the mound of pubic hair and the heat of her rising through the fabric. I dropped my hand lower and slowly began pressing down onto her labia, creating a valley of fabric outlining her and running my finger along that valley.
When the fabric became damp, I moved back up and then under the tops of her panties. When I did, she moved and started moving the armrest between us up out of the way. When she did, our eyes locked in the only time we actually acknowledged each other for the entire experience. Then, she lowered her head back down, moved the blanket farther across me and hooked her leg over mine.
While my hand began playing with her pubic hair and the outsides of her sex, the woman undid my belt and pants. The blanket wasn't big enough to really cover me well and you could see what she was doing if you were directly watching. However, it was enough to keep people passing by us towards the lavatories. She pulled my cock out which hurt because my boxers and pants weren't down far enough to actually free it. However, they were enough for her to play with my cock.
We both focused on arousing each other with the challenge of not moving and dealing with awkward angles and inconvenient clothing. As she played with my cock, I could feel the wedding ring (which I didn't notice because 19 year olds are dumb that way). It seriously made the whole thing sexier. My job was much easier and she soon began to tense and then locked her body as she came. Beyond small jerks, she gave no reaction and made no sound. However, I felt more than a little pride knowing I had "done it right" given my limited reference at that time.
She generously got me close with her hand and then guided my hand to finish myself off while she played with my balls. She cupped them when I cam. Then, she slowly retreated and with her the blanket. I had just enough time to get everything back under cover before my lap was uncovered. She slept or pretended to sleep for an hour.
After that, she sat up and began reading and never made eye contact although my furtive glances her way gave her plenty of opportunities to do so. In Dallas, she got off the plane without saying a word. My hand still smelled of her.
I had a late night flight out of New York to Los Angeles with a stopover in Dallas. I was 19 and the woman next to me was in her 30s. At that time, I was very much a lover of older women and she was cute and dressed down in jeans and a white t-shirt and a fuzzy zipper jacket.
She got on late, I sat up to let her slide into the window seat next to me and we said maybe ten words to each other. I started developing a raging hard on as soon as she had been in the seat long enough for her perfume and presence to saturate the air. I was debating whether to chat her up since talking to a hot lady is the next best thing to lying naked in bed with them but she promptly took off her jacket, asked the stewardess for a pillow and blanket and curled against the window to sleep.
The blanket didn't cover her completely and I caught glimpses of her as she shifted around. At one point, she had her hand inches away from the armrest and I "accidentally" let my hand slip down so I could feel her. Then, in one of those moments where you are fully aware while you are doing it that you are doing something dumb, I began slowly caressing the hand.
I got no reaction and was just about to come back to my senses when she moved and I pulled my hand away. When she resettled, she was facing toward me with the blanket now covering the armrest and her arm on top.. From all appearances, she was still asleep. Her fingertips were inches away from my lap and my hand which was laying in it. I reached up and touched them and began slowly tracing them. After a few moments, her hand began to respond back. I had been feeling an electric charge in my body the entire time this had been going on and her first reaction was a moment of ecstacy. I moved my leg up and, when her fingers touched my thigh, she began rubbing/scratching her fingernails along my jeans my.
I moved my hand slowly around hers and began lightly caressing her arm and eventually traversed my hand over into her seat until my hand was awkwardly rubbing the outside of her shirt over her breasts. She leaned over a bit farther and I braved travelling over the v-neck top to trace along the tops of her breast and her black bra; black under white t-shirts are still my fave because of that moment.
By the time we actually acknowledged what was happening - there was still the pretense she was sleeping - her hand had traveled up to my crotch and mine had begun squeezing a nipple between two fingers after spending a long time slowly extricating it from her bra.
During this time, the fracking stewardess had stopped to see if we need anything which was both annoying and a bit exciting. The second time, I was pretty sure my positioning and outlines under the blanket were telling her what was going on. If they did, her face didn't betray it. When the attendant left, the woman stirred and began squirming a bit in her seat.
When she resettled, she reached up and grabbed my hand and pulled it down to her midriff. She had undone her jeans and my hand rested on her panties and I slowly began rubbing my finger underneath the elastic. Then I ran my hand outside her panties and felt the mound of pubic hair and the heat of her rising through the fabric. I dropped my hand lower and slowly began pressing down onto her labia, creating a valley of fabric outlining her and running my finger along that valley.
When the fabric became damp, I moved back up and then under the tops of her panties. When I did, she moved and started moving the armrest between us up out of the way. When she did, our eyes locked in the only time we actually acknowledged each other for the entire experience. Then, she lowered her head back down, moved the blanket farther across me and hooked her leg over mine.
While my hand began playing with her pubic hair and the outsides of her sex, the woman undid my belt and pants. The blanket wasn't big enough to really cover me well and you could see what she was doing if you were directly watching. However, it was enough to keep people passing by us towards the lavatories. She pulled my cock out which hurt because my boxers and pants weren't down far enough to actually free it. However, they were enough for her to play with my cock.
We both focused on arousing each other with the challenge of not moving and dealing with awkward angles and inconvenient clothing. As she played with my cock, I could feel the wedding ring (which I didn't notice because 19 year olds are dumb that way). It seriously made the whole thing sexier. My job was much easier and she soon began to tense and then locked her body as she came. Beyond small jerks, she gave no reaction and made no sound. However, I felt more than a little pride knowing I had "done it right" given my limited reference at that time.
She generously got me close with her hand and then guided my hand to finish myself off while she played with my balls. She cupped them when I cam. Then, she slowly retreated and with her the blanket. I had just enough time to get everything back under cover before my lap was uncovered. She slept or pretended to sleep for an hour.
After that, she sat up and began reading and never made eye contact although my furtive glances her way gave her plenty of opportunities to do so. In Dallas, she got off the plane without saying a word. My hand still smelled of her.
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Very hot!
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That's why the army recruits and drafts 19-year-old males. That part of your brain that says "this is a bad idea" hasn't yet connected to the "that means stop, stupid" part. Now, I think I would know better but I am not sure that's a good thing.
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I wouldn't have had the guts at 19. The few times I've groped girls in public I've gotten a green light first.
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Europeans tend to be more open, and if I push back or move closer, gives them the green light
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I've only fingered 3 girls in public. 1 I knew and 2 were strangers. I had a green light on all of them.
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I'd love to sit opposite and see if you have any panties on...
I was thinking of not wearing panties
I will be traveling with my husband -- but we joked about me sitting separately so he watch guys hit on me.
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I think you should. I know I love the thought of my wife not wearing panties going on the train. She's not been brave enough...yet. She walked to the shop once with no panties and was so turned on we had great sex on the kitchen table as soon as she got back.
I love to go without panties and often do at work
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I love the though of women with no panties (what man doesn't!). Really turns me on to imagine you without yours at work. Do you take the opportunity to play under the desk?
I play a lot at work -- I even got fucked at a Christmas party
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If you ever have the chance...travel to Japan. It's become an accepted nuisance for woman to be groped on public transit. The Trains are jammed with people.. Woman have become desensitized to it...
one of Mrs K's sexual adventures. (before we met). I wouldn't call it a grope though. Flying from San Fan. to Vermont..for a wedding. she struck up a conversation with a fella jetting the first leg to Minneapolis. travel miles gave both first class seats. make it short. they talked there way into sitting next to each other. the drinks and flirting made her relax enough...she let him finger her... hehe
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Any plans to do the same at this year's? Have you had any work colleagues notice you have no panties on?
I've been to Japan
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Erm ... does it mean otherwise?
I'm sorry to spoil the readers' fun but I'll say this so that Litsters who decide to come to Italy don't get disappointed when they find out what has been described by jennifer and tifani isn't unluckily all that frequent, at all ... unless we get 'a green light'
