Striped by Strangers

[talkeasy5813]

Is it a weird fantasy to have. I've had this fantasy for a long time. Being caught some where even in a public place where I'm surrounded by strange men who slowly strip, fondle and have there way with me. I guess the feeling of being helpless to stop them is what turns me on. Do other woman havethe same thoughts. I love stories about this fantasy and love it whenI get PMs about me this way. Anyone have comments on this?

I have a fantasy of being groped into orgasm by a stranger on a subway

 

[Lucy4646]

I have a fantasy of being groped into orgasm by a stranger on a subway

Tell us more about your fantasy if you want. How do you see it happening? Is More than one stranger involved?

 

[sluttyjulia]

Happened many times

 

[WisBlueEyes]

I could make it a hobby .

 

[talkeasy5813]

Tell us more about your fantasy if you want. How do you see it happening? Is More than one stranger involved?

I imagine that I'm standing in a crowded subway car carrying a large purse over my shoulder. I'm wearing a polka dot blouse and A-line black skirt that stops just above my knees. It's a warm day in early September. I was warm in the office that day so I took off my pantyhose while in the ladies' room at the office and put them in my purse just before leaving work that day. I wear black flat shoes on the ride home because I'm not going to stand in heels the entire ride and 14 city-block walk home. So, although I'm 5'6", I'm not tall enough on my flat shoes to see what's going on to my left. There's a movement and as bodies adjust to a change in arrangements. It seems a gentleman has given up his seat for an older man. I can just barely hear the voice of the gentleman over the din of noises made by the other travelers, "Please sir," I hear him say, "take my place, I insist." Wow! You never hear such kindness on the subway...ever! It's not just the generosity or compassion that has surprised me, it's also the sound of the gentleman's voice that's deep and melodic and that accent! Definitely British by
the sound of it. Here's where I confess that I find British accents very, very sexy. His accent just about the sexiest I ever heard and...oh god, there I go fantasizing about men again...did I miss my stop? Oh, no. Thank goodness. But more people are getting on at this stop. I look around but I can't seem to find the gentleman with the sexy voice who so kindly gave up his seat. Maybe he got off? Just then I felt a brush of a hand against my backside. People are always pushing and shoving and getting jostled around on these subway cars so it's nothing to be concerned about. Everyone is practically shoulder to shoulder. It doesn't even phase me when I feel a second brush of the back of my skirt and of my plump bottom. I'm sure it's nothing. But then, unmistakeable, a hand cupping my ass, gently, but certainly not by mistake. My face is flushed even as the hand pulls away. I spin around to tell off this handsy creep and my heart stops when I see it's him!! The sexy selfless Brit!! He's older than me, and taller, I look him over both in surprise and also because he's nice to look at. I turned back around without saying a word. I assume he was just getting a little thrill, and he'd have no complaint from me. I was kind of glad to experience that. Surely he had no other...suddenly he's behind me, hand on my ass, breath in my hair and I feel my heart race and my hips move to press against him. I am so wet!!! His hands smoothly slide under my skirt, over my blouse, fondling me and I can't help it when a soft moan escapes my lips and as his hands perform magic touches on my body I pressed my ass against the front of his pants and I could feel a hard bulge against my ass. My eyes rolled back in my head as I began to imagine all of the sinfully wicked things I wanted to do to his cock. I heard his sexy voice whisper in my ear "I want to fuck you so bad. I want to fuck you so hard. I want to fill this cute ass with my thick, thick cock. I want to make you cum like you've never cum before." I felt like I was going to melt into this stranger and surrender total control of my body to him! But suddenly the subway reached another stop and the cab started to empty which meant we suddenly were at risk of being caught. So he pulled away from me, I straighten out my blouse and shirt. He non-verbally beckoned me to sit next to him on a subway bench that had been recently vacated by departing passengers. He asked me how far I was going and I responded, "I want to go all the way". And later we did go all the way and it was glorious!

 

[1958bonnie]

wow,

that's a nice little fantasy!!

 

[georgie57]

I imagine that I'm standing in a crowded subway car carrying a large purse over my shoulder. I'm wearing a polka dot blouse and A-line black skirt that stops just above my knees. It's a warm day in early September. I was warm in the office that day so I took off my pantyhose while in the ladies' room at the office and put them in my purse just before leaving work that day. I wear black flat shoes on the ride home because I'm not going to stand in heels the entire ride and 14 city-block walk home. So, although I'm 5'6", I'm not tall enough on my flat shoes to see what's going on to my left. There's a movement and as bodies adjust to a change in arrangements. It seems a gentleman has given up his seat for an older man. I can just barely hear the voice of the gentleman over the din of noises made by the other travelers, "Please sir," I hear him say, "take my place, I insist." Wow! You never hear such kindness on the subway...ever! It's not just the generosity or compassion that has surprised me, it's also the sound of the gentleman's voice that's deep and melodic and that accent! Definitely British by
the sound of it. Here's where I confess that I find British accents very, very sexy. His accent just about the sexiest I ever heard and...oh god, there I go fantasizing about men again...did I miss my stop? Oh, no. Thank goodness. But more people are getting on at this stop. I look around but I can't seem to find the gentleman with the sexy voice who so kindly gave up his seat. Maybe he got off? Just then I felt a brush of a hand against my backside. People are always pushing and shoving and getting jostled around on these subway cars so it's nothing to be concerned about. Everyone is practically shoulder to shoulder. It doesn't even phase me when I feel a second brush of the back of my skirt and of my plump bottom. I'm sure it's nothing. But then, unmistakeable, a hand cupping my ass, gently, but certainly not by mistake. My face is flushed even as the hand pulls away. I spin around to tell off this handsy creep and my heart stops when I see it's him!! The sexy selfless Brit!! He's older than me, and taller, I look him over both in surprise and also because he's nice to look at. I turned back around without saying a word. I assume he was just getting a little thrill, and he'd have no complaint from me. I was kind of glad to experience that. Surely he had no other...suddenly he's behind me, hand on my ass, breath in my hair and I feel my heart race and my hips move to press against him. I am so wet!!! His hands smoothly slide under my skirt, over my blouse, fondling me and I can't help it when a soft moan escapes my lips and as his hands perform magic touches on my body I pressed my ass against the front of his pants and I could feel a hard bulge against my ass. My eyes rolled back in my head as I began to imagine all of the sinfully wicked things I wanted to do to his cock. I heard his sexy voice whisper in my ear "I want to fuck you so bad. I want to fuck you so hard. I want to fill this cute ass with my thick, thick cock. I want to make you cum like you've never cum before." I felt like I was going to melt into this stranger and surrender total control of my body to him! But suddenly the subway reached another stop and the cab started to empty which meant we suddenly were at risk of being caught. So he pulled away from me, I straighten out my blouse and shirt. He non-verbally beckoned me to sit next to him on a subway bench that had been recently vacated by departing passengers. He asked me how far I was going and I responded, "I want to go all the way". And later we did go all the way and it was glorious!

WARNING. Clearly only possible in fantasies - this visitor from across the pond has evidently taken Trump's presidency as permission to adopt his personal policy on sexual harassment! But then again, I bet you gave subtle permission with that flirty look across the crowd....mmmmmmmmm.

 

[talkeasy5813]

WARNING. Clearly only possible in fantasies - this visitor from across the pond has evidently taken Trump's presidency as permission to adopt his personal policy on sexual harassment! But then again, I bet you gave subtle permission with that flirty look across the crowd....mmmmmmmmm.

I would make sure that I would not be subtle if I did not give my consent. I would wish to give consent to the man in my fantasy.
If I were with him in my bed I would be saying "Yes" a lot.

 

[MrEd63]

I would make sure that I would not be subtle if I did not give my consent. I would wish to give consent to the man in my fantasy.
If I were with him in my bed I would be saying "Yes" a lot.

I'm English, if you ever want to chat

 

[Candy224]

I imagine that I'm standing in a crowded subway car carrying a large purse over my shoulder. I'm wearing a polka dot blouse and A-line black skirt that stops just above my knees. It's a warm day in early September. I was warm in the office that day so I took off my pantyhose while in the ladies' room at the office and put them in my purse just before leaving work that day. I wear black flat shoes on the ride home because I'm not going to stand in heels the entire ride and 14 city-block walk home. So, although I'm 5'6", I'm not tall enough on my flat shoes to see what's going on to my left. There's a movement and as bodies adjust to a change in arrangements. It seems a gentleman has given up his seat for an older man. I can just barely hear the voice of the gentleman over the din of noises made by the other travelers, "Please sir," I hear him say, "take my place, I insist." Wow! You never hear such kindness on the subway...ever! It's not just the generosity or compassion that has surprised me, it's also the sound of the gentleman's voice that's deep and melodic and that accent! Definitely British by
the sound of it. Here's where I confess that I find British accents very, very sexy. His accent just about the sexiest I ever heard and...oh god, there I go fantasizing about men again...did I miss my stop? Oh, no. Thank goodness. But more people are getting on at this stop. I look around but I can't seem to find the gentleman with the sexy voice who so kindly gave up his seat. Maybe he got off? Just then I felt a brush of a hand against my backside. People are always pushing and shoving and getting jostled around on these subway cars so it's nothing to be concerned about. Everyone is practically shoulder to shoulder. It doesn't even phase me when I feel a second brush of the back of my skirt and of my plump bottom. I'm sure it's nothing. But then, unmistakeable, a hand cupping my ass, gently, but certainly not by mistake. My face is flushed even as the hand pulls away. I spin around to tell off this handsy creep and my heart stops when I see it's him!! The sexy selfless Brit!! He's older than me, and taller, I look him over both in surprise and also because he's nice to look at. I turned back around without saying a word. I assume he was just getting a little thrill, and he'd have no complaint from me. I was kind of glad to experience that. Surely he had no other...suddenly he's behind me, hand on my ass, breath in my hair and I feel my heart race and my hips move to press against him. I am so wet!!! His hands smoothly slide under my skirt, over my blouse, fondling me and I can't help it when a soft moan escapes my lips and as his hands perform magic touches on my body I pressed my ass against the front of his pants and I could feel a hard bulge against my ass. My eyes rolled back in my head as I began to imagine all of the sinfully wicked things I wanted to do to his cock. I heard his sexy voice whisper in my ear "I want to fuck you so bad. I want to fuck you so hard. I want to fill this cute ass with my thick, thick cock. I want to make you cum like you've never cum before." I felt like I was going to melt into this stranger and surrender total control of my body to him! But suddenly the subway reached another stop and the cab started to empty which meant we suddenly were at risk of being caught. So he pulled away from me, I straighten out my blouse and shirt. He non-verbally beckoned me to sit next to him on a subway bench that had been recently vacated by departing passengers. He asked me how far I was going and I responded, "I want to go all the way". And later we did go all the way and it was glorious!

Msoubds fabulous!

 

[Lucy4646]

I imagine that I'm standing in a crowded subway car carrying a large purse over my shoulder. I'm wearing a polka dot blouse and A-line black skirt that stops just above my knees. It's a warm day in early September. I was warm in the office that day so I took off my pantyhose while in the ladies' room at the office and put them in my purse just before leaving work that day. I wear black flat shoes on the ride home because I'm not going to stand in heels the entire ride and 14 city-block walk home. So, although I'm 5'6", I'm not tall enough on my flat shoes to see what's going on to my left. There's a movement and as bodies adjust to a change in arrangements. It seems a gentleman has given up his seat for an older man. I can just barely hear the voice of the gentleman over the din of noises made by the other travelers, "Please sir," I hear him say, "take my place, I insist." Wow! You never hear such kindness on the subway...ever! It's not just the generosity or compassion that has surprised me, it's also the sound of the gentleman's voice that's deep and melodic and that accent! Definitely British by
the sound of it. Here's where I confess that I find British accents very, very sexy. His accent just about the sexiest I ever heard and...oh god, there I go fantasizing about men again...did I miss my stop? Oh, no. Thank goodness. But more people are getting on at this stop. I look around but I can't seem to find the gentleman with the sexy voice who so kindly gave up his seat. Maybe he got off? Just then I felt a brush of a hand against my backside. People are always pushing and shoving and getting jostled around on these subway cars so it's nothing to be concerned about. Everyone is practically shoulder to shoulder. It doesn't even phase me when I feel a second brush of the back of my skirt and of my plump bottom. I'm sure it's nothing. But then, unmistakeable, a hand cupping my ass, gently, but certainly not by mistake. My face is flushed even as the hand pulls away. I spin around to tell off this handsy creep and my heart stops when I see it's him!! The sexy selfless Brit!! He's older than me, and taller, I look him over both in surprise and also because he's nice to look at. I turned back around without saying a word. I assume he was just getting a little thrill, and he'd have no complaint from me. I was kind of glad to experience that. Surely he had no other...suddenly he's behind me, hand on my ass, breath in my hair and I feel my heart race and my hips move to press against him. I am so wet!!! His hands smoothly slide under my skirt, over my blouse, fondling me and I can't help it when a soft moan escapes my lips and as his hands perform magic touches on my body I pressed my ass against the front of his pants and I could feel a hard bulge against my ass. My eyes rolled back in my head as I began to imagine all of the sinfully wicked things I wanted to do to his cock. I heard his sexy voice whisper in my ear "I want to fuck you so bad. I want to fuck you so hard. I want to fill this cute ass with my thick, thick cock. I want to make you cum like you've never cum before." I felt like I was going to melt into this stranger and surrender total control of my body to him! But suddenly the subway reached another stop and the cab started to empty which meant we suddenly were at risk of being caught. So he pulled away from me, I straighten out my blouse and shirt. He non-verbally beckoned me to sit next to him on a subway bench that had been recently vacated by departing passengers. He asked me how far I was going and I responded, "I want to go all the way". And later we did go all the way and it was glorious!

Great story! I had a quick encounter at a bar last night. Hubby went to the men's room and a regular who had been talking with us wrapped his arms around me while I sat in a stool facing the bar. Both his hands found my breasts for a quick sneeze before hubby got back. Nothing was said. But I know a couple of others saw it. I said nothing. I just laughed it off figuring we both just a few to many drinks. But now I fantasize that he pulls me into the back with the others that saw this and pulls my top and bra up so they can all get a look and a feel of my breasts. Is this wrong of me?

 

[CrossPT]

I imagine that I'm standing in a crowded subway car carrying a large purse over my shoulder. I'm wearing a polka dot blouse and A-line black skirt that stops just above my knees. It's a warm day in early September. I was warm in the office that day so I took off my pantyhose while in the ladies' room at the office and put them in my purse just before leaving work that day. I wear black flat shoes on the ride home because I'm not going to stand in heels the entire ride and 14 city-block walk home. So, although I'm 5'6", I'm not tall enough on my flat shoes to see what's going on to my left. There's a movement and as bodies adjust to a change in arrangements. It seems a gentleman has given up his seat for an older man. I can just barely hear the voice of the gentleman over the din of noises made by the other travelers, "Please sir," I hear him say, "take my place, I insist." Wow! You never hear such kindness on the subway...ever! It's not just the generosity or compassion that has surprised me, it's also the sound of the gentleman's voice that's deep and melodic and that accent! Definitely British by
the sound of it. Here's where I confess that I find British accents very, very sexy. His accent just about the sexiest I ever heard and...oh god, there I go fantasizing about men again...did I miss my stop? Oh, no. Thank goodness. But more people are getting on at this stop. I look around but I can't seem to find the gentleman with the sexy voice who so kindly gave up his seat. Maybe he got off? Just then I felt a brush of a hand against my backside. People are always pushing and shoving and getting jostled around on these subway cars so it's nothing to be concerned about. Everyone is practically shoulder to shoulder. It doesn't even phase me when I feel a second brush of the back of my skirt and of my plump bottom. I'm sure it's nothing. But then, unmistakeable, a hand cupping my ass, gently, but certainly not by mistake. My face is flushed even as the hand pulls away. I spin around to tell off this handsy creep and my heart stops when I see it's him!! The sexy selfless Brit!! He's older than me, and taller, I look him over both in surprise and also because he's nice to look at. I turned back around without saying a word. I assume he was just getting a little thrill, and he'd have no complaint from me. I was kind of glad to experience that. Surely he had no other...suddenly he's behind me, hand on my ass, breath in my hair and I feel my heart race and my hips move to press against him. I am so wet!!! His hands smoothly slide under my skirt, over my blouse, fondling me and I can't help it when a soft moan escapes my lips and as his hands perform magic touches on my body I pressed my ass against the front of his pants and I could feel a hard bulge against my ass. My eyes rolled back in my head as I began to imagine all of the sinfully wicked things I wanted to do to his cock. I heard his sexy voice whisper in my ear "I want to fuck you so bad. I want to fuck you so hard. I want to fill this cute ass with my thick, thick cock. I want to make you cum like you've never cum before." I felt like I was going to melt into this stranger and surrender total control of my body to him! But suddenly the subway reached another stop and the cab started to empty which meant we suddenly were at risk of being caught. So he pulled away from me, I straighten out my blouse and shirt. He non-verbally beckoned me to sit next to him on a subway bench that had been recently vacated by departing passengers. He asked me how far I was going and I responded, "I want to go all the way". And later we did go all the way and it was glorious!

good god...you just made my day. thank you very much my amusement levels skyrocketed.

Great story! I had a quick encounter at a bar last night. Hubby went to the men's room and a regular who had been talking with us wrapped his arms around me while I sat in a stool facing the bar. Both his hands found my breasts for a quick sneeze before hubby got back. Nothing was said. But I know a couple of others saw it. I said nothing. I just laughed it off figuring we both just a few to many drinks. But now I fantasize that he pulls me into the back with the others that saw this and pulls my top and bra up so they can all get a look and a feel of my breasts. Is this wrong of me?

not really from this thread you seem to like this kind of things. being groped and striped for people to see. if you like it fucked it enjoy what you like. on moderation off course.

 

[Lucy4646]

good god...you just made my day. thank you very much my amusement levels skyrocketed.



not really from this thread you seem to like this kind of things. being groped and striped for people to see. if you like it fucked it enjoy what you like. on moderation off course.

Yes it is a strong fantasy. But I don't think I'm the only woman here who has it am I? Do you like thinking of this for your wife or girl?

 

[Lucy4646]

Would love

For others to share their stories here. Anyone have similar stories to tell and share with us?

 

[Ekserb]

If any other men want to live out the fantasy of being groped by a stranger, I have a suggestion: Wear a kilt.

I have been wearing a kilt for the past few years whenever I go out for the evening. Not a single night has gone by when I'm in a bar or club without some woman asking me some variation of, "What's under your kilt?" Most of the time, my response is, "There's only one way to find out."

A small percentage of those women actually have the nerve to reach up under the kilt and cop a feel. And a percentage of those women give me a pretty good fondle. (I suspect drinking is involved.) I've met three of my good friends this way.

If you like talking to strangers, the kilt is a great way to break the ice.

 

[Lucy4646]

If any other men want to live out the fantasy of being groped by a stranger, I have a suggestion: Wear a kilt.

I have been wearing a kilt for the past few years whenever I go out for the evening. Not a single night has gone by when I'm in a bar or club without some woman asking me some variation of, "What's under your kilt?" Most of the time, my response is, "There's only one way to find out."

A small percentage of those women actually have the nerve to reach up under the kilt and cop a feel. And a percentage of those women give me a pretty good fondle. (I suspect drinking is involved.) I've met three of my good friends this way.

If you like talking to strangers, the kilt is a great way to break the ice.

I guess I can see how this would happen and I'm sure most men would love being groped by a lady. What about ladies who have been groped or more by men? Who has a story to tell?

 

[Candy224]

Great story! I had a quick encounter at a bar last night. Hubby went to the men's room and a regular who had been talking with us wrapped his arms around me while I sat in a stool facing the bar. Both his hands found my breasts for a quick sneeze before hubby got back. Nothing was said. But I know a couple of others saw it. I said nothing. I just laughed it off figuring we both just a few to many drinks. But now I fantasize that he pulls me into the back with the others that saw this and pulls my top and bra up so they can all get a look and a feel of my breasts. Is this wrong of me?

Love this thread. I could totally see myself feeling the same way!

 

[Lucy4646]

Love this thread. I could totally see myself feeling the same way!

What would you want to happen to you? How do you imagine it?

 

[cliteatingman]

I have a fantasy of being groped into orgasm by a stranger on a subway

What subway do you take?

 

[gcash222]

Lessons

In college i used to teach golf lessons at a local golf course. I had one lady that would always come see me wearing the most skimpy outfits you can imagine. She had fake boobs and on certain occasions wear no bra. Every time she bent over and moved they would be peaking out at me. Wearing thing golf shorts was no easy task for a college kid with that in front of you! It never escalated past a little bumping into each other and a light touch here and there but we both got our kicks from it!

 

[Lucy4646]

In college i used to teach golf lessons at a local golf course. I had one lady that would always come see me wearing the most skimpy outfits you can imagine. She had fake boobs and on certain occasions wear no bra. Every time she bent over and moved they would be peaking out at me. Wearing thing golf shorts was no easy task for a college kid with that in front of you! It never escalated past a little bumping into each other and a light touch here and there but we both got our kicks from it!

Maybe she wanted you to strip her?

 

[Lucy4646]

Anyone have

A story they haven't told about a striping experience? Please tell us here so we can share in your experiences.

 

[Ekserb]

I know this has been a running joke on this thread, but there is a difference between "striping" and "stripping." The former is when you lay stripes on a surface (like painting those lines down the middle of the road) and the latter is when clothes are removed from a body.

 

[Lucy4646]

I know this has been a running joke on this thread, but there is a difference between "striping" and "stripping." The former is when you lay stripes on a surface (like painting those lines down the middle of the road) and the latter is when clothes are removed from a body.

Well I think everyone knows we want to hear their stripping stories. That is way more interesting!

 

[cliteatingman]

Well I think everyone knows we want to hear their stripping stories. That is way more interesting!

I usually strip my women before striping them ...