When I was 18 or 19 I was waiting outside at a concert with my GF. The doors opened and people started moving inside, slowly but very bunched together, at first I had my GF's hand, but I let go because she got ahead of me. There was another girl in front of me and she apparently thought I was her BF, because she reached behind and started fondling me aggressively. I was hard in about 2 second and moved in such a way to make it easy for her.
When we almost got to the turnstiles she looked over her shoulder and saw I was not who she thought I was, she shrieked a little, saw the huge smile on my face, turned red, withdrew her hand, apologized, I said "for what". She said, "well a guess we both enjoyed it". I saw my GF waiting for me up ahead and moved on. Never saw my mystery fondler again.
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