Touched by strangers

i have been known at times to be a groper when intoxicated! but i've found that most men dont mind....and usually i just do it, no sneakin around for me! lol More commonly I rub heads....i do love a fresh haircut! :D But thats not the norm, just on those really wild nights!! :devil:
 
I had a guy come up to me once, visibly shaking and asking if he could touch my tits. He couldn't take his eyes off of them. It was sublimely ridiculous... I put his hand on my tit myself while I gave him a kiss. He THANKED me...profusely. Hah! Who says chivalry is dead...?? ;)
May i be next?
 
Many years ago, my wife dragged me (kicking and screaming) to Cheyenne, WY for Frontier Days. Late in the evening at a goat roper concert, standing room only tickets, I felt my ass being grabbed and rubbed. Turning around, the wife was in front of me, i see two very drunk and apparantly horny cowgirls behind me grinning like drunken idiots. I smiled, and asked if I could return the favor. While wifey enjoyed the music- hey one of us should- I rubbed a very firm set of B cups followed by a pair of C or D cups. When wifey turned to see what i was doing, the timing was right, my hands were at my side. She looked back to the stage, and miss B cups pulled her top up with one hand while grabbing my dick with the other. She proceeded to tell me what motel they were in, the room number, and offered to buy me a beer.

Goddamn I wish I was young again!!!!!
 
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I have been fondled by a stranger in public, and while it didn't do much for me at the time, it now creeps into my imagination every now and then, and I get turned on imagining it...

There was a man who would always be standing by my bus stop, when I got off the train after uni. He would stand close to me, and rub my arm, and make it clear he wanted more. Being a virgin I would jump on whatever bus came next to get away .

Then one day, instead of jumping on a bus (mainly because one didn't turn up!) I walked around the corner, and under a bridge. He followed me, and grabbed me in a hug. He tried to take my bra off, but I said no. At this point I was feeling nervous and a little excited. He pulled my bra beneath my breasts, and squeezed them in turn. This was the first time my naked breasts had been touched by a man! One thought ran through my head, 'ooh I like that'. I now often squeeze my breasts in the same way when masturbating.

He started twisting my nipples, which I found uncomfortable, I kept wanting to feel what it would be like to have them sucked for the first time, but he didn't attempt to suck them. He kept lifting my breasts, and pushing them together, (I've got quite large breasts), and even shaking one of them at times.

One thing I really liked though, was when he held my right breast gently, then slowly moved his hand up the breast, across my chest, and back down so he was gently holding the left breast. I could tell he was getting turned on at this point, because he started grunting, and pushing against me. A couple of people walked past, but he didn't stop.

It was when he started shaking a breast so wildly that it turned me off completely, and I lifted my bra back up and said I had to go. He begged me to stay for 15 more minutes, but I left. He asked me to meet him there the next day, but I didn't, and haven't seen him since!

I felt dirty and uncomfortable at the time, but now, thinking about the actions and squeezing and stroking my own breasts is a big turn on.
 
To make a long story short, while standing in a very crowded subway car with a boyfriend, I let him slip his fingers into my panties. Aren't we naughty? I was halfway to having an orgasm when I realized it wasn't my boyfriend's fingers. I stopped things immediately, but I didn't scream and make a scene, although it was called for. I didn't have any idea who it was, and I didn't even mention it to my boyfriend until after we broke up months later.


That was me:kiss:

I'd like to do it again.:D
 
i have been known at times to be a groper when intoxicated! but i've found that most men dont mind....and usually i just do it, no sneakin around for me! lol More commonly I rub heads....i do love a fresh haircut! :D But thats not the norm, just on those really wild nights!! :devil:

you can grope me anytime, and what about smooth bald heads?? Rub mine please and see what you think!!!;)
 
A guy I worked with always commented on my sweater collection. One day when I had on a really soft one, he walked up behind me and he asked if he could feel it. I thought he would touch my arm...nope, right for my tits, both hands. Let's just say he did a lot more then feel my sweater. It was a long afternoon...
 
Great fantasies -- and realities! Once in a while, on a crowded train as I go into work, I will grind ever-so-slightly against a woman in front of me. Conditions must be right, however, and I wish one would reciprocate.
 
Although it happened to me twice in real life, and both times I was terrified and did not know what to do, I still have fantasies about being groped in public by strangers - mostly older men.

The first time it happened I was still in high school and coming back home by a night bus line from my English course. There were only few people in the bus, and I was sitting in my usual spot, somewhere in the middle, while others were in the front. On one stop, an older, slightly drunk, man boarded the bus and, although he had tons of available 2-seater places, he sat next to me. I was a bit awkward, but I just continued looking through the window, listening to my iPod and ignoring him. That is, ignoring until his hand started traveling from my knee up. I was petrified, but did not want to make a scene out of embarrassment, and just stuck my fingernails into his hand, silently begging him to stop. However, he did not, and soon he started rubbing me between my thighs. Thankfully, my stop came up at that point and I rushed out, nervously looking over my shoulder, making sure he did not follow me.

Second time was couple of years back in a crowded tram, packed with morning commuters. We were all squeezing and just barely trying to find a tiny spot which would enable us to breathe. It was impossible to even turn. Suddenly I felt fingers on my ass and froze in place. Like the last time, I was to embarrassed and shocked to react. He fondled my ass cheeks for a few good minutes till I got off the tram. I never even knew who he was or how he looked like.


Now, years later, I still relive those scenes and, although I remember how helpless and bad I felt back then, it still manages to turn me on and make me fantasize about this kind of situation happening again.
 
There is a fine line between creeping out someone and turning on someone.


Although it happened to me twice in real life, and both times I was terrified and did not know what to do, I still have fantasies about being groped in public by strangers - mostly older men.

The first time it happened I was still in high school and coming back home by a night bus line from my English course. There were only few people in the bus, and I was sitting in my usual spot, somewhere in the middle, while others were in the front. On one stop, an older, slightly drunk, man boarded the bus and, although he had tons of available 2-seater places, he sat next to me. I was a bit awkward, but I just continued looking through the window, listening to my iPod and ignoring him. That is, ignoring until his hand started traveling from my knee up. I was petrified, but did not want to make a scene out of embarrassment, and just stuck my fingernails into his hand, silently begging him to stop. However, he did not, and soon he started rubbing me between my thighs. Thankfully, my stop came up at that point and I rushed out, nervously looking over my shoulder, making sure he did not follow me.

Second time was couple of years back in a crowded tram, packed with morning commuters. We were all squeezing and just barely trying to find a tiny spot which would enable us to breathe. It was impossible to even turn. Suddenly I felt fingers on my ass and froze in place. Like the last time, I was to embarrassed and shocked to react. He fondled my ass cheeks for a few good minutes till I got off the tram. I never even knew who he was or how he looked like.


Now, years later, I still relive those scenes and, although I remember how helpless and bad I felt back then, it still manages to turn me on and make me fantasize about this kind of situation happening again.
 
I went to a movie with frends, I sat next to a friend of a friend who I din't know. He sloly reached into my pants, tesed my clit and finger fuckd me through the movie - try not making a sound when orgasming!!!!
 
A guy I worked with always commented on my sweater collection. One day when I had on a really soft one, he walked up behind me and he asked if he could feel it. I thought he would touch my arm...nope, right for my tits, both hands. Let's just say he did a lot more then feel my sweater. It was a long afternoon...

A long afternoon in a good way? Tell us more please.
 
On a first date a woman undid my pants and jacked me off under the table, that was so hot! Later i paid her back. ;)
 
I had a guy come up to me once, visibly shaking and asking if he could touch my tits. He couldn't take his eyes off of them. It was sublimely ridiculous... I put his hand on my tit myself while I gave him a kiss. He THANKED me...profusely. Hah! Who says chivalry is dead...?? ;)
Wow! I wish it was me - I could ask politely.
 
I think this is a great, and arousing thread, but personally, in reality would never ever touch someone without permission, call me a prude, sorry.
On the flip side, wouldn't object to a hottie groping at me ;-)
 
When I was a younger 20's ish, I used to rub against and touch women in public places. In parks, malls, or grocery stores, I would get close enough to women to subtly touch buttocks, outer legs, thighs, or lower back areas. Very often, there was no real objection, and sometimes there was pushing back and enjoyment.

Sometimes at a party I would sneak up in front of a lady with my back to her, and ask her if she wanted to see where a camel had bit me. I would then pull back my shirt at the shoulder and at the same time have my hand cupped with the fingers pointed toward the lady and tickle/rub her pussy. I got slapped once or twice, got blown a number of times, and a few times got really hot pussy because the response was to position herself in the room where I could seriously work on the the body, she could O and know one would know.(maybe!)

Later on I stopped doing these things because of the volume of complaints we see in the papers about contact. I still often fantasize about touching women in public and I will probably take a chance and rub a really nice ass.
 
OK, what I want to know is how many people fantasize or even enjoy being touched by a stranger or strangers in public places. If you have done this or have had it done to you what did you fel like. Where did it happen, what was the outcome?

Its a turn on to me. What about you?

now some of these replies are bordering on being a little creepy...

a simple touch can be truly electrifying in sensation... an accidental brush of hand against hand with the sudden realisation the other hand is not being withdrawn... a touch, fingers entwined, a shared moment, fleeting and simple... not planned... and certainly not a lunge of a grope...

...on public transport... seats facing each other... a beautiful young woman seated opposite slid her hips forward on her seat... pressing her knee on the side of mine... stared intently into my eyes... a short few minutes... not a word said... next stop she rose and disemabarked... as the train started to move on I looked to see her walking away... quick glance over her shoulder displayed a cheeky grin in my direction...

There have been far more sexually explicit moments in clubs... but those simple ones remain etched in my memory...
 
Hey you sexy closet gropers, hows things going. Any new touching, feeling, or naughty teasing going on out there?????
 
Have you all have lost interest in such activities?

A quick story. When I was in school years ago in the United States I accidently placed my hand on a girls bum in a squar dancing class, she jumped and squeeled and I got imbarassed but at the same time it turned me on. Later as I got older I worked in a place that had conveyor belts with women sorting bad fruit out of the good product. It was tight between the belts and many of the ladies were very shapely :) I found the as I squeezed past them checking their work that some would make sure they left no room to pass. At first I'd try not to touch them for fear of offending them. However as time went by, I couldn't resist all those nice bottoms right there. I started letting my hand "accidently" touch sometimes. I found that some of the women would move a bit away, some would not move at all and some would actualy push back into my hand. This excited me and I started allowing my back side to brush theirs at times. Then later I went as far as allowing my front side to brush the ones that showed no sig of being offended. A few of the women even said to me that they felt a bulge. I would joking say I was sorry and that it must have been my car keys in my pocket ( knowing full well it was my excitment they had felt). It was a night shift and we used to flirt allot back in those days. I was married and would never cheat on my wife, but it was very hard not to as a few of these beautiful full figured latinas were more than happy to fool around.
 
Oh god this is one of my biggest fantasies, I would love to be fondled in public. I get so wet when I'm turned on, and then the excitement and anticipation of the first really intimate touch makes me even wetter. I'm dying to be probed, but I know that the minute the guy's (or girl's) finger slides inside me I'm likely to cum, knowing I'm going to feel that gorgeous jolt from behind me as they realise what they've done to me. Yummy xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

the question is...would you let a stranger do it?
 
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