Call me Miss Horny. That summer I rode the subway every day to the beach. But the train car was always overcrowded, and guys always-accidentally squished against my boobs and ass.
Sometimes the guys touched, sometimes they rubbed, and sometimes they got a quick feel of my pussy. But my little kitty found it exciting and erotic, anonymous strangers groping her in public.
Actually I could drive my car to the beach.
But what fun would that be?
Three long months since my boyfriend dumped me. Three months without a good screwing. My fuck hormones raged. I often fantasized about meeting a random stranger and fucking his brains out.
That Friday I woke up so horny I could fuck a fire hydrant. So I decided to wear my skimpiest dress, a lacy bra and silk panties with bows. It felt good to feel slutty.
The subway doors closed. I gripped my beach towel and waited. On every trip someone fondled my butt on the ride. I hated it, but loved it of course.
Soon I was packed between guys going to the beach, macho guys in swim trunks pressing their naked chests against my warm body... my naughty parts tingled.
The overloaded train crawled between stations, stopping all the time. During a stop I felt a hand touching my ass.
Yes
. Someone's big hand rubbed all over my skirt covered butt. I wasn't about to stop him... after all a girl needs attention.
I moaned and pushed back, trying to butt flirt.
The train lurched forward and I felt his fingers outline the edge of my panties. My pussy quivered. His hand drifted lower as the train pulled into a station. Long fingers slipped under my skirt and squeezed my thigh.
The train left the station... I felt the back of my skirt lift up. And I wondered how the molester planned to feel me up on a crowded subway car. Soon my juices dripped as his hand reached underneath and touched my panties.
I loved it.
The stranger grew bolder. He groped my panty covered ass, while his other hand grabbed mine and moved it behind me, to his crotch. My fingers felt his hard cock under his pants. The guy moved my hand up and down over his prick and whispered in a deep voice, "Rub it chica."
"
Chica?" Wow, the stranger must be Latino. How exciting
.
My hand eagerly rubbed his prick. The molester pulled my panties down slightly as his fingers slipped inside, rubbing my pubes.
Oh yes.
On that crowded train, some complete stranger groped my pussy and ass while I stroked his cock.
"Yes, oh jezuz yes." My pussy tingled with a dozen tiny tremors.
As he squeezed my ass flesh, his other hand slid under my blouse, up to my tits. The train jolted and moved as the guy fingered my asshole and groped my right tit. And through the lacy bra he pinched my nipple, making it hard as a bullet.
The stranger moved my hand back to his crotch. Damn he was bold.
As the guy got bolder, so did I. I unzipped his fly, pushed my hand inside and found his prick. My fingernails ran teasingly along his bare cock flesh. By now I had his hand under my bra, squishing my naked tit as his finger shoved up my asshole.
I jumped as my hand yanked the stranger's fat cock out of his pants. It was so thick I could barely grip it.