Squashed by a crowd forcing its way onto a 7PM bus, I found myself just inside the closing door, up three steps, with a young lady two steps below me. We were jammed face to face, hers against my upper belly, her breasts frimly on the front of my pants. It was middle of summer, suffocatingly hot, and she wore a tank top that, from my position and with the aid of pressure from our bodies, pushed her breasts up so that I saw the whole upper half of them. A young man was rudely pushing her from behind. Briefly, she glanced up at me, and I smiled. She blushed, looked down, and I turned my hand, pinned between us and someone else beside her, around so that instead of the back of it against the side of her breast, my open palm cupped it. No one could see my hand. I got very hard. I held her breast and eventually subtly massaged it for two or three glorious minutes, until we arrived at the next stop and had disperse inside the bus.
This is so hot. Definitely one of my big fantasies.