‘’End of the line, love!’’ The bus driver shouted, ‘’Are you getting off or what?’’ I had no idea where the fuck I was, but I hastily grabbed my bag and stood up from the damp, grool-drenched seat below me. My legs shook like Bambi, and I couldn’t even string a sentence together.
Why? Because I’d just had my first public groping experience. It’s the stuff of nightmares for most normal women, and understandably so. But I’m not an average woman, and that experience on the bus in Belfast was an eye-opener and one I vividly remember all these years later.
Today, it’s time to talk. I’m going to bring you on a journey into how it all began and how it has led to some of the most shocking public groping stories you’ve ever heard. But before we begin, I want to underline that it’s not ok to grope anybody in public, and you should never touch someone without consent.
All clear? Ok, let’s begin.
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A Lonely Girl’s Workaround for Sin
Back in the day, I was a bit of a loner in my hometown of Belfast. Never short of attention from the guys, but always happier in my own company. If you’ve read my autism and porn article, you’ll know why my social skills weren’t really like other people’s.
No, I was much happier taking a bus to the coast and going on long walks. It was also a place where I could attempt to ‘’cleanse’’ my mind of all the filthy thoughts I was having. Growing up in West Belfast, I was taught the mere thought of touching myself was an immense sin.
On the day in question, the rain that had cut short my coastal walk was hammering the bus window. A weekday morning, I took a seat on the deserted top deck to at least try and make the best of the views. Suddenly, a man in his mid-sixties came upstairs and sat a few rows behind.
I was in a world of my own, daydreaming and thinking nothing of my fellow passenger when, out of nowhere, my body went ice cold. He’d gently sat beside me, and his hand was now softly rubbing between my thighs. I was naive and inexperienced, so I froze up and didn’t move.
But for him, that was all the encouragement he needed. His hand was up my skirt, yanking my panties aside and rudely massaging my pussy. As his tongue slid down my ear, I could hear him masturbating furiously next to me, and the smell of his dick sweat made me weak.
The moment he moved to my clit, he barely even had to rub it for me to be on the edge of orgasm. Wracked with untapped sexual frustration, I honestly came so hard that I almost passed out.
”While he was distracted, I slipped two fingers a bit further back and pushed them as deep into my asshole as they could go before pulling them back out and sliding them into his mouth, watching him savor what he thought was my slit juice when it was really my asshole.”
The only thing that made me self-aware was when he pulled his hand out, flicked droplets of my own pussy juice in my face, wiped his jizz-soaked hand on my skirt, and muttered ‘’dirty little tart!’’ down my ear. Then? He was off the bus and gone as quickly as he’d appeared.
I didn’t tell anyone. In fact, I did the opposite. I’d ride the bus again and again at the same time, wearing increasingly provocative outfits, and our paths crossed again seven times. As long as the bus was full, he’d use my cunt like a public pleasure toy until I never saw him again.
For me, it was the perfect workaround for the ideas of sin that had been put in my head. It was him playing with my slit, not me, so I was in the clear, right? While those sinful ideas are now long gone, it was far from my last public groping experience.
Groped in Public on a Hungarian Train
While working in Budapest, I’d finished a contract and was on a long-awaited train ride to a rural Hungarian town I’d wanted to check out for a while. A midweek train to the middle of nowhere, it was naturally pretty empty, and it was just me and a girl who looked around 19 in the wagon.
She was gorgeous and flashed a polite smile at me as she got on, probably glad that she was sharing with a woman and not some creepy guy. Little did she know that I ended up daydreaming of passing her around an interracial gangbang until her ass prolapsed.
But my porn-fuelled daydreams and her non-creep environment were shattered when we pulled into a small town, and some sleazy-looking guy got on board with a beer can in hand. Staggering between the seats, I did my best to ignore him until he sat beside the other girl.
When she moved seats, so did he. It was blatant harassment, and she was visibly uncomfortable. ‘’Get the fuck away from her, dickhead!’’ I barked, startling him and giving her a chance to go to another wagon. However, it didn’t take long before I was his target.
Now sitting on the row opposite me, he stared intensely while I tried to get back into the rhythm of my book. Then, I heard the familiar fapping on a hand pumping a cock. Yeah, his dick was out, and he was stroking furiously, spitting on his shaft and staring right into my eyes.
‘’You think that intimidates me?’’ I said, staring back at him, despite knowing he probably didn’t have a fuckin’ clue what I was saying. ‘’How many dicks do you think this has seen?’’ With that, I shifted to the side, spread my legs, and pulled my panties aside to show him my mangled twat.
His pumping stopped for a moment, and he stared in shock at my glistening slit before moving closer to sit next to me. While I barred him from touching my slit, I slyly pulled my tits out for him to grope them while he jerked himself silly.
As I looked closer at him, I started to feel sympathy. He could have been no more than 25, yet here he was, hammered on cheap beer in the morning and harassing women on trains. Something came over me, and I yanked his head into my chest while I rubbed my clit.
‘’That’s it, suck on mommy’s milkers,’’ I whispered down his ear, ‘’It’s alright, keep sucking and pumping.’’ He suckled on me like a man possessed, moaning like a puppy as his cock turned red raw in his grip, But then I remembered that the Queen of Whores doesn’t give sympathy.
”The reality? I’d just been pumped by six university students after being invited back to their accommodation. Only one had bothered to wear a condom, and my panties were losing the battle to keep the cum loads in my cunt. Their 18 and 19-year-old cocks just wouldn’t quit.”
While he was distracted, I slipped two fingers a bit further back and pushed them as deep into my asshole as they could go before pulling them back out and sliding them into his mouth, watching him savor what he thought was my slit juice when it was really my asshole.
I knew I only had around five minutes before I reached my stop, so it was time to temporarily neuter this creep before I got off the train. Spitting on his cock, I pumped him with one hand and cupped the other underneath so that I caught his seed.
As his balls emptied, he was spent and totally incapacitated. As I grabbed my bag and went to leave, I smeared his own cum all over his face and laughed, but he was too deep in a post-nut daze to even react.
Sometimes, I think back and ask myself, was I doing it to protect her or just because I was jealous of her getting male attention? It was probably a bit of both, I think.
He Groped the Sloppy Aftermath and Sucked His Fingers Clean
‘’Look like you had a wild night!’’ The obnoxious, mid-twenties London lad said as I got into the front seat of his Uber in last night’s clothes, ruined makeup, and looking somewhat disheveled at 6 am. Of course, I told him I was just hungover and had stayed at my friend’s for the night.
The reality? I’d just been pumped by six university students after being invited back to their accommodation. Only one had bothered to wear a condom, and my panties were losing the battle to keep the cum loads in my cunt. Their 18 and 19-year-old cocks just wouldn’t quit.
It was a long drive back to my hotel on the other side of the Thames, and this guy just wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Flirting (poorly) and going on about how he couldn’t believe that ‘’I didn’t get any action last night.’’ Just as I was about to drift into a slumber, I felt his hand on my leg.
‘’That’s not the gear stick, is it, love?’’ I said to him, still somewhat drunk from last night. He didn’t reply, sliding his hand deeper into my crotch and pulling my panties aside. He had been acting such a cunt, that I neglected to tell him what was lying in wait in my battered slit.
I remember the look of sleazy shock on his face as his fingertips connected with my jizz-spluttering twat. ‘’Look how wet you’ve made me, babe!’’ I said while trying to hide my grin. Within seconds, he was right up there, knuckle deep and playing with my G-spot.
Pulling behind my hotel into a trash-strewn car park, he pulled my top down to suck my tits, consuming the dried spit of six horny students as he did. Then, my high mileage twat came all over his fingers, leaving the best part of his hand drenched in my juices and random men’s cum.
‘’Wanna jump in the back and fuck me?’’ he asked, to which I told him I was too tired and wanted my bed. The reality was that my slit just couldn’t bear any more friction. ‘’You can have a kiss, though!’’ I said before plunging my tongue and the taste of six raw cocks, down his neck.
However, I didn’t even need to. As I made my way back to the hotel, I looked back to see him lapping the results of his work from his fingers and wanking himself stupid. Oh, if only he knew that it wasn’t just my juices in there!
For Me, I Find It To Be a Compliment
While I wholeheartedly tell you never to touch people without their consent, I speak for myself when I say that I find it a compliment. T
The public groping I experienced at the hands of that random creep in Belfast all those years ago opened the floodgates, and wherever I go now, I yearn for the touch of a random hand in public places.
