Touched by strangers

[PassionateStars]

leaning

As I may have mentioned here or somewhere, I once had a dental hygienist, and ended up going as often as I could get them to let me go in. She was unhappily married, I learned as she talked. Also, and perhaps related, she'd press her breasts against my arm, moving her breasts against my arm. And pressing back when I pushed back against those breasts as well. She'd of course have to move around as she did her work. She must have noticed my cock hard through my pants as she did that. We talked about getting together some time. Though next time I came for appointment, she'd left that job for wherever.

So, to answer whoever asked if girls are conscious of what they do with their bodies in such situations, yes they certainly are very aware.

D

 

[jiimmmy]

It was me, I always think that maybe the bra somehow desensitizes the breasts in these situations and rarely have I done more than just enjoy the feeling.
Like when a girl holds your arm, and mashes them against your triceps.. I love that! But I always try to remember its probly just incidental.

 

[desame13]

It was me, I always think that maybe the bra somehow desensitizes the breasts in these situations and rarely have I done more than just enjoy the feeling.
Like when a girl holds your arm, and mashes them against your triceps.. I love that! But I always try to remember its probly just incidental.

Its not an accident, its HEAVEN!!!!!!!!!!

 

[desame13]

I was at a gig once, down at the front of the crowd, and a guy grabbed my hips from behind and pressed his hard cock up against me....
I was a bit shocked at the time, but it's a fond memory now

Judging from your AV & picts, he had the right idea!

 

[r_baby]

Judging from your AV & picts, he had the right idea!

Haha

 

[desame13]

Haha

If it were to happen to you the same way again, how do you think you would react, now that you know how it has made you feel?

 

[NightL]

I would hate to think that this thread could encourage anyone (particularly men) to go and randomly grope. Sexual assault is most definitely not a mutual encounter between strangers.

The earlier description of a concert reminded me of a festival I attended in my early twenties. Lining up at the entrance I must have bumped into the woman in front of me. Without turning her head she reached behind, deliberately sought out her goal and then on to reassure me with her caresses that my accidental bump had not been unpleasant. I was quite shocked more than anything. Quickly she was through the gate without me seeing her face.

Later near the stage, while dancing beside my partner I felt ample breasts being rubbed purposefully on my back... This time I was not complaining... but thought it odd as the crowd was not that packed. I turned to look and the woman danced her way back from me with a cute smile. I turned to face the band again and she was back... I go to look again only to see her repeat her last manoeuvre. So I now understood the rules... don't look back and don't try to engage... she continued this for another song... my partner never noticed.

As the night wore on and we were danced out and standing still... beside us was another couple with the woman standing immediately next to me. Our hands accidental touched... then sought to hold... we didn't look at each other... holding hands for the duration of several songs... our partners oblivious to the electricity flowing between two strangers...

The memory of those encounters at that festival still remain vivid these many years later... as I mentioned in an earlier post, it is the simple encounters that start with an accidental touch that bring back the most smiles for me...

 

[whalee]

Great post. Well written.

 

[guitar_player38]

Well not a stranger but when I was a teenager I had a older girl that would cut my hair 22 or so. Well I was young and dumb. As she was working around me cutting away my elbows would be at my side resting my hands on my lap. She usually cut my hair St my house. She would have her croch aginst my arm a lot and I remember liking it but it never click that she may of purposely doing it.

 

[desame13]

at work

I used to work with a lady who always needed me to come to her ooffice to fix something, one day she called me to ask if I could fix her keyboard tray under her desk. I went up to her office and found that the tray had somehow pulled loose from the bottom of the desk. I went back to the shop, got some screws and my electric drill, then returned to reattach the tray, I had to remove the whole thing to reposition it to get away from the stripped out holes and in doing so had to ask her to help hold it in pace while I lay on the floor on my back and marked where the new holes would be. Here I am lying on my back holding this tray up under the desk, I asked her to have a look and see if it was about right for her, she walked over, straddled me and stood there directing my left, right, in & out for quite some time. I glanced up from under the desk and saw she was smiling a devilish smile. I asked her what she was taking her so long to decide, She smiled even bigger and said she was just enjoying having me between her legs. . Here she was, a blonde, about 5'2" tall, very shapely in nice tight Levis & a tight strechy top standing over me saying this, I was lying there holdng up this tray and once she said that my cock started to grow in my jeans. It didn't just get a little hard either, it grew into a full bore hardon. She laughed and pointed it out saying she was sorry she had caused that. I told her she was lucky my hands were full of this tray or they would be full of something else. She laughed. I then marked teh holes, removed the tray, driled the holes and then asked her to hold the tray in place as I screwed it in place. Using the word screw around her was a mistake as she then took the tray from me and squated down over me to hold it so I could do my job. I was screwing the brackets in place and then felt her weight on me. She had allowed herself to set down on me and wouldn't you know it, she had her sexy Levi covered pussy right over my jean covered hardon. I looked up at her and she gave me that evil smile and said her legs were tired. I laughed and told her she was welcome to take a rest there anytime. I then continued my work, although I was having one hell of a time getting those screws in LOL. As I was just finishing up she started rubbing her self on my cock, only three for four times, but enough to make me know without a doubt she was enjoying herself. I then finished and she got up. I left her office and ran down to the restroom, pulled out my hard cock and stroked it till I came. I told her later what she had done to me and that I had stroked myself off to get rid of that boner. She smiled and said she had no idea what I was talking about. We had this flirting relationship for the whole 8 years we worked together & now are still friends. Anway, just thought you all might like to hear a story of being touched.

 

[LucyN]

I nearly made a contribution to this but it looks like a male thread.

 

[CaliGuy60]

I nearly made a contribution to this but it looks like a male thread.

Contributions from women are always welcome.

 

[LucyN]

Contributions from women are always welcome.

Someone PMd me to say the same, not sure about it, after typing it up it looks a bit long

 

[CaliGuy60]

Someone PMd me to say the same, not sure about it, after typing it up it looks a bit long

Long is perfectly fine, don't be shy

 

[LucyN]

Long is perfectly fine, don't be shy

Still not sure

 

[Hugo55]

at a party

I frequently squeze past my wifes female friend at partys, sliding my hands across their ass or pressing against their brests. Once I got called on it, but most of the time they let it pass. - Hugo55

 

[LucyN]

OK, I had a few PMs to tell the story, so blame them not me if it is rubbish.

We have all had boyfriends who can get a bit amorous in public and some even seem to get a kick out of their male friends doing the same with you.

A different one comes to mind, when I was staying with my sister up in London for a few days, did the usual trip into London and a bit of lunch and shopping, and ended up leaving it a bit late to travel home, as you do. The underground in rush hour does get a bit packed and it seems that you can't get a seat until well out of the centre.

We got on at Tottenham Court Road and we were standing facing each other having a chat and it got even more crushed after a couple of stops. With the carriage moving from side to side a bit I was aware that there was a well muscled guy standing behind me. I could make out in the reflection the glass partition that the guy was quite big with a navy pinstripe suit but not what he looked like.

That was soon sorted with a brush of the hair behind my ear and as I turned I made out that he was a rugby type, and I could tell that my hair brushed his jaw, so with me in heels he must have been about 6ft3. I did smile and say sorry when I realised that I had just flicked my hair in his face.

My sister told me later that she could tell from my red face what I thought of him, and after a couple more stops, I realised that in my shoes I was just at the wrong level because I kept feeling his breath in my hair and his endowment every time the train rocked him against my bum and me against him. At one point it was even more obvious as I leant across to whisper in my sister's ear what did she think of the guy behind me. Leaning forward had the reverse effect on my bum, and I did wait a moment before standing up straighter again.

We changed at Leytonstone after a lot of train rocking, exaggerated maybe a little by me, and I did have to brush past him which was hard work with the shopping bags, but did apologise and got a warm but nervous smile back.

When we got to the platform, my sister said "you slut, he has a wet spot on his trousers", and I couldn't resist, turned round and saw his bulge and must have looked like a beetroot when I realised he was looking at me looking at his bulge just as the doors closed.

I often wonder if I hadn't been with my sister if he would have given me his card or got off at the same stop.

 

[dave's thing]

OH Bravo
Good story... I've often wondered about situations like that but have no idea as I don't live where there are subways or buses.

 

[basic_desires]

OK, I had a few PMs to tell the story, so blame them not me if it is rubbish.

We have all had boyfriends who can get a bit amorous in public and some even seem to get a kick out of their male friends doing the same with you.

A different one comes to mind, when I was staying with my sister up in London for a few days, did the usual trip into London and a bit of lunch and shopping, and ended up leaving it a bit late to travel home, as you do. The underground in rush hour does get a bit packed and it seems that you can't get a seat until well out of the centre.

We got on at Tottenham Court Road and we were standing facing each other having a chat and it got even more crushed after a couple of stops. With the carriage moving from side to side a bit I was aware that there was a well muscled guy standing behind me. I could make out in the reflection the glass partition that the guy was quite big with a navy pinstripe suit but not what he looked like.

That was soon sorted with a brush of the hair behind my ear and as I turned I made out that he was a rugby type, and I could tell that my hair brushed his jaw, so with me in heels he must have been about 6ft3. I did smile and say sorry when I realised that I had just flicked my hair in his face.

My sister told me later that she could tell from my red face what I thought of him, and after a couple more stops, I realised that in my shoes I was just at the wrong level because I kept feeling his breath in my hair and his endowment every time the train rocked against my bum. At one point it was even more obvious as I leant across to whisper in my sister's ear what did she think of the guy behind me. Leaning forward had the reverse effect on my bum, and I did wait a moment before standing up straighter again.

We changed at Mile End and I did have to brush past him which was hard work with the shopping bags, but did apologise and got a warm but nervous smile back.

When we got to the platform, my sister said "you slut, he has a wet spot on his trousers", and I couldn't resist, turned round and saw his bulge and must have looked like a beetroot when I realised he was looking at me looking at his bulge just as the doors closed.

I often wonder if I hadn't been with my sister if he would have given me his card or got off at the same stop.

...thats a hot story, I wish things like this would happen to me, but I hate public transport...

 

[cockringerny]

Take the A Train

When I lived in the city I used to ride the subway, lots of Latina's in my neighborhood. On more than one occasion a tightly packed train would led me to standing behind one of these women, or beside, or face to face. When they showed mutual signs of interest it has lead to touching them, letting them grind back on me while giving me 'fuck me' eyes.

I once met a woman online and talked about this very fetish, so we planned to meet for the first time and ride the train together. I wore my jeans and no boxers, she wore a trench coat with a bra and nothing else. We met and took an hour long train ride through the city toward her apartment. I fingered her throughout, with my hand inside her coat, and her hand over my cock keeping me hard. When we got off the train she blew me in the park by her apartment.

We saw each other a few more times, but the first time was by far to most erotic.

 

[kayumi712]

Those are all a lot of fun stories, they make my skin tingle all over thinking about it. I have been in the occasional situation at a club dancing when a guy feels a little more then flirty... it is so exciting but at the same time makes me really nervous!

 

[SuckUsoGood69]

Luv it

I love the occassional public brush or outright grope, makes me flush and tingle...Sadly they never seem to go anywhere lol
Honestly if a random stranger just straight up asked for sex I'd probably do it lol

 

[CaliGuy60]

OK, I had a few PMs to tell the story, so blame them not me if it is rubbish.

We have all had boyfriends who can get a bit amorous in public and some even seem to get a kick out of their male friends doing the same with you.

A different one comes to mind, when I was staying with my sister up in London for a few days, did the usual trip into London and a bit of lunch and shopping, and ended up leaving it a bit late to travel home, as you do. The underground in rush hour does get a bit packed and it seems that you can't get a seat until well out of the centre.

We got on at Tottenham Court Road and we were standing facing each other having a chat and it got even more crushed after a couple of stops. With the carriage moving from side to side a bit I was aware that there was a well muscled guy standing behind me. I could make out in the reflection the glass partition that the guy was quite big with a navy pinstripe suit but not what he looked like.

That was soon sorted with a brush of the hair behind my ear and as I turned I made out that he was a rugby type, and I could tell that my hair brushed his jaw, so with me in heels he must have been about 6ft3. I did smile and say sorry when I realised that I had just flicked my hair in his face.

My sister told me later that she could tell from my red face what I thought of him, and after a couple more stops, I realised that in my shoes I was just at the wrong level because I kept feeling his breath in my hair and his endowment every time the train rocked him against my bum and me against him. At one point it was even more obvious as I leant across to whisper in my sister's ear what did she think of the guy behind me. Leaning forward had the reverse effect on my bum, and I did wait a moment before standing up straighter again.

We changed at Leytonstone after a lot of train rocking, exaggerated maybe a little by me, and I did have to brush past him which was hard work with the shopping bags, but did apologise and got a warm but nervous smile back.

When we got to the platform, my sister said "you slut, he has a wet spot on his trousers", and I couldn't resist, turned round and saw his bulge and must have looked like a beetroot when I realised he was looking at me looking at his bulge just as the doors closed.

I often wonder if I hadn't been with my sister if he would have given me his card or got off at the same stop.

This is a great story, thanks for sharing it. You must have felt that he was aroused when he was behind you. Did that turn you on?

 

[LucyN]

I think you know the answer to that

 

[asscracklover]

I love the occassional public brush or outright grope, makes me flush and tingle...Sadly they never seem to go anywhere lol
Honestly if a random stranger just straight up asked for sex I'd probably do it lol

where do you live??? i'll ask