Women rubbing themselves on you in public

[DRDavenport]

Originally Posted by MyGoodnessGracious

It happened to me once over 10 years ago. I was on a tram in Europe (where I still live) and it was extremely crowded. <snip>

I may have posted this story before, but a similar thing happened to me.
I was on a NYC subway on the way home from work. I was leaning against the door, reading a magazine. A somewhat chunky and busty twenty-something was standing in front of me, facing me, holding onto the grip bar above her.
As the train shook, her left breast bumped into my hand. The train hadn't shaken that much, and her lurch into my hand was exaggerated. This happened several more times, so I changed the way I was was holding the magazine so the back of my hand was at the top of the magazine, curled toward me.
Well, that was the right thing to do, because for the next 15 minutes she basically rested her left tit on my hand.
And it was so obvious! There was a young woman sitting right beneath us to my left, who observed this and asked my "rubber" if she wanted to sit down. And my "rubber" said, "No, thanks". And got off a few stops later, never having made eye contact.

DR

[Peek]

I was TDY to the Philippines in the 80s, we were doing a pub crawl, and this was my first introduction to the nightlife. I was playing darts, and my hand behind me was brushed up against by a small firm ass. I turned around to apologize and looked down on a mischievous LBFM wearing a tiny bikini top and a micro mini skirt with a huge grin. I just shook my shoulders as oh well and turned to finish my darts. A tiny bristle brush went up against my hand, followed by her hand pushing my hand against her pussy. I was shocked but had the presence of mind to curl my finger for an insertion into her very wet pussy. This corn-fed midwestern boy did what any other young twentyish boy would do, I paid the $10 bar find and brought her back to her room; I enjoyed 3 weeks of heaven, managing to do everything I'd ever heard of up to that time, including lots of 'games' at the nipa hut. No same girl twice except during the date. When I left the PI, I'd nutted at least 4 times a day for 21 days, and as a bonus, I was 'clean' and not married!

[LuckyG23]

Great thread!

This happened to me when I was at a rock concert in a large bar in northern Ontario.

I was at the show with two friends and about half way through the band’s kick-ass set, I feel a pinch on my ass,I kind of ignore it. I didn’t mind, so just let it be. Then another pinch. Then a pinch from on the other side (my right). So I look over my shoulder and a 20’ish girl just shrugs and smiles, so I shrug and smile back. Then my left cheek gets a big squeeze, I look over that shoulder at whom I guess was the first pincher and she is smiling and giggling, so I just smile back and keep enjoying the show.

The place was packed so everyone was pretty much pressed up against everyone but then the two girls really pressed up against me and that’s when the left side girl's hand reaches around squeezes my package. The band is rocking’ so I just throw my hands ups in the air with give the rock hand salute and shout “wooooooh!” trying to indicate I was more than okay with what she was doing. Well that worked, next thing I know her hand has slipped under the bottom of my Tshirt and she working her way down the inside of my jeans. She expertly flips past the waist band on my boxers and in no time her hand is wrapped around my nearly fully hard cock. She starts stroking me right there in a packed bar, just giving me a handjob with the band rocking and my two friends about 3 feet infront of me oblivious, while her friend is grinding up against me on the right backside.

I think to myself - this is awesome, let’s see how far this can go - so I drop my hands and reach back on both sides. I am feeling the grinder on the right, who seems to be wearing spandex shorts under a large t-shirt (I am looking forward the whole time watching the band so I couldn’t really get detail). I am rubbing the outside of her thigh while she has reached around and is rubbing my stomach. Meanwhile the left side girl is still stroking my now raging hard-on, so I reach back and slip my hand between her legs under her loose sort of frilly mini-skirt and waste no time moving my hand up pushing aside her small underwear and start rubbing her very wet pussy shaved pussy. Which apparently she liked, because the “down the jeans handjob" got more intense.

I just think fuck it, I have never had a double handjob before, let alone a double hand job in crowded concert while one my favourite bands rock’s the place. So I stop rubbing the thigh of right side girl, take her hand from rubbing my stomach and push it down into my pants so she can join her friend stroking my cock. She was game apparently as the two of their hands wander all over, around my bare hard dick stroking it together, reaching down for my balls, everything. And at this point I am two fingers deep inside the girl on my left, so I slip my right hand behind me, find the edge of the spandex shorts of the 2nd girl, slip my fingers inside and feel her bare pussy and she’s soaking wet too. It was fucking nuts!

And right then when my one friend turned around to shout something to me and saw this ridiculous scene, and just mouthed ‘What the fuck?!?” I just shrugged and smiled - what else could I do? My hands were busy lol

So there I was getting a double handjob while fingering banging to cute women in a packed concert all starting from getting my ass pinched!

The song ended, they pulled their hands out of my pants, I slipped my fingers out of their pussies, and the two of them headed off into the crowd with a wave and smile and that was it.

Was incredible and I still can’t believe it happened. My buddy couldn’t wait to ask me what the hell was going on after the show. What a night.

[Thought30]

The experience I'm about to relay is a peak one, though almost nothing happened. (Due to my own inexperience, confusion and lack of confidence)

I was riding a city bus that took me from my small town to a larger city about 30 minutes away, though the bus route made it take a lot longer.
The route was, at this time in history, an important one since it serviced a huge area outside the larger city and took people to and from work as well as provided a link to the much greater array of experiences available culturally and for shopping, etc, in this metropolitan area.
It was late afternoon on the day in question and the bus was PACKED. With each stop it became more so. I gave up my seat to an older woman and was standing near the back of the bus.

At some point a girl I recognized as the younger sister (she was probably 15--I was about 17 at the time) of a girl I knew in my grade at high school got up to give her seat to an older person who had gotten on. This put her right in front of me. The bus was so full we were basically touching though I was trying to keep a respectful distance--I was a nice boy.
She was a little plump with smallish tits (hidden this day by an oversized army surplus jacket) and a lovely, larger than average ass,

The bus was now on a fairly long and straight section of highway that put us several minutes away from the next possible stop.
As we rumbled along I started to notice that my crotch was now touching her jean-clad ass.
Self conscious, I backed away thinking I had unconsciously moved forward.
A moment later again my crotch was on her ass and this time I was very aware of what I was doing--I had not moved an inch since the first time: I didn't want her to think I was a creep.
Now I simply stayed put and didn't move a muscle. After s few seconds she pushed harder against me and I simply couldn't help but get hard.
I was super embarrassed since I couldn't (at least in my befuddled teenage mind) be sure she was dong this on purpose so again, slowly, without any fuss, shifted backwards.
I had started to sweat by now and was basically only aware of what was happening in the 3-foot square of space the two of us were occupying.
After a bit more time went by, I still hadn't moved and there was her ass pressing back into me! This time there was no doubt she could feel how hard I was. I didn't move, I sort of couldn't and also didn't want to--I liked the feeling!

We had now entered the city limits and in a few stops, she got off.

That's all that happened, but my head was swimming. I still wasn't sure that she had been doing it on purpose--again, I was an unconfident teenager--but I loved what did happen.

****This next part is the part I look back on now and can't forgive myself for****

About a year and a half later I was at a beach party halfway between where we lived and the bigger city I talked about above,
It was a semi-large gathering of mostly 11th and 12th graders, just sitting on driftwood logs by the ocean talking and hanging out.
I was a senior and graduation was just on the horizon, so these types of impromptu get-togethers were becoming a thing every weekend night.
It was early in the evening and this party was just a stop-over before whatever else was REALLY going to be happening that night. Maybe a punk gig in the city or something.
At one point the person I'd been hanging with to got up to go chat with another friend of ours and this girl plunks herself down next to me on the log I was sitting on.
Now, I have not spoken to this girl since the incident on the bus. I'd barely seen her. We didn't really hang in the same circles or anything mainly because she was 2 grades below me.
My heart starts beating a bit faster as she says "Hi" and makes a bit of small talk.
I was nervous because, I don't know about you guys but for me, high school always carried a weight of being "found out". Like people finding out you were gay. Or a secret nerd. Or in my case, a bus pervert! So yeah, I was nervous. She might call me out in front of everyone!

After a very short time of exchanging inane pleasantries she looks right into my eyes and says, "Do you remember that day on the bus?"

I don't even know what I said. I was so stunned and turned on and scared all at once that I just blanked--at least that's how it is in my mind now. I cannot for the life of me remember what, if anything, I said to that.
I do know that I left the party almost immediately afterward.

Now, I had a steady, long-time girlfriend at that point and that is the only excuse I can give myself for this flagrant missed opportunity. Because when she asked me that question--"Do you remember that day on the bus?"--she was trying to make SOMETHING happen. I don't know what, but if I had some wits and experience I could have turned that question into something very hot, I have zero doubt.
So there it is.

Not a big deal or anything that's gonna really do anything for you guys but to me, it is one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

I blew a lot of chances when I was young because I was trying to be a "nice guy".
I don't really regret that because i am glad I can be sure I wasn't the source of some misguided girl's suffering, but i also DO regret the incredible experiences I missed out on.

[raysallx]

But it fits this thread also. I was at a conference sitting next to a woman who worked for the company I had just left. As we were sitting there looking over press materials her boob bumped into my arm. Nice, but probably an accident. Then she bumped me again a few minutes later. That got my attention. By the time the third bump happened I was enthralled. That evening at the after hours party we started circling each other like prize fighters. I was only saved by a female co-worker who bought up the fact that I was married. A close one, for sure. And it makes you realize the power women have over us poor horny guys. Even an average-looking woman can work wonders if she knows what she's doing.

[raysallx]

"I blew a lot of chances when I was young because I was trying to be a "nice guy"."

Same with me. And you know what they say about nice guys? "They often jack off alone."

[Gnome72141]

I had a friend in college, and she would always sit on the floor with her hell up in her pussy. I never thought anything of it until someone mentioned on a forum somewhere that she would get off by sitting with her heel putting pressure on her clit and basically masturbating like that anywhere she would go without people noticing a thing.

Then I thought back to the person in college, and I realized that she was rubbing her clit with her heel basically all the time in front of all of us!

[driftwood3791]

I've been fortunate to have had experienced these sorts of phenomena twice!

The first time, it was my final year in secondary school (Senior in High School) and my English teacher had the habit of discreetly pressing a hip or a breast against me at opportune times. She was an athletic redhead in her early 50s, with a nice hourglass figure and soft C-cup breasts shaped (fascinatingly enough) like bananas. She seemed to wear low-slung demi 1/2-cup bras, so her breasts would occasionally jiggle and wobble ever so slightly without being obvious.

There were times where myself and other students would be standing with her behind her desk whilst she demonstrated some writing technique. Inevitably, she'd arrange things so I'd be standing on her left. She would point out something specific and would suggest we all lean forward to get a closer look, at which time she would "innocently" shift her footing and press her curvy hip against me.

This happened several times over two semesters. The final time, instead of her hip, she pressed her left breast into the back of my right arm. I could feel where her breast was bare under her dress, and where the lacy top edging of her low-slung demi bra started. Whether it was her hip or her breast, she would just continue pressing against me for what felt like a full minute as she continued with her informal lectures.

On occasion, she liked to use an overhead projector for presentations. I habitually sat in the back, and she always set up the project at the empty desk next to mine. Whilst other teachers would stand at these projectors in the middle of the class, she liked to sit at them in the back. As she was lecturing in a darkened classroom, she would start performing the sexiest shoe-dangling and barefoot flexing. She caught me countless times, out of the corner of her eye, ignoring the lesson and ogling her sexy performance which only seemed to encourage her! She is the primary reason I now have a foot fetish as well as an attraction to older woman.

Nothing ever came of it all, but I fantasised countless times of having a May-December romance with her. I never understood what she saw in me. I assume it was out of pity as she was trying to help a painfully shy student out of his shell.

~~~

The second time, which was a little over a decade after my teacher encounters, something similar occurred to me with a co-worker. There had been many months of innocent flirtations between us, and much of it was more like a genial sibling rivalry. We were both married to other people, so nothing further was in order. I came to realise things were more serious for her, which caught me off-guard completely. Things seemed to change a little between us, when she teasingly raided my break-room locker for embarrassing contraband. She found plenty in the form of a stack of library books about sexless marriage and vaginismus, which I usually studied whilst alone during lunch. Obviously embarrassed, she apologised and returned the books to my locker.

She was a zaftig blonde with a curvy, sexy shape just like Mandy2335 here on OCC. https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/member.php?u=1711210 This lovely lady had DD-to-F cup breasts. I confess that's estimated as I never had the opportunity to see them sans vêtements.

Perhaps a week after the locker incident, we were all standing as a group back in the storeroom, listening to a lecture by our boss. Out of habit, I always stood at the back of the collection of employees. Behind me came my favourite co-worker. She sneaked up behind me and discreetly pressed her huge right breast against my back. It surprised me, and I turned to look at her. She ignored my glances as if nothing was happening, and peered intently on what our boss was demonstrating. I returned my gaze back to the demonstration. But her lovely huge breast continued to press against me. Then she'd adjust a bit and her breast was pressed against the back of my left arm. Her breast was so soft, like the softest pillow in the world. She adjusted her breast again to my back. Her single pressed breast must have been 25-30cm (10-12 inches) in diameter. OMG! It was heavenly!

This went on for a good 5 minutes. The boss ended the lecture, and I felt that glorious breast leave my back. We all dispersed and went back to work. Nothing was ever said about it, and nothing similar ever happened again.

Upon intense recollection years later, I suspect it was her way of saying "I'm really attracted to you, and even love you just a bit. But we're both married and I have children. So this is my gift to you, given your marital difficulties. Keep your mouth shut about it, right!"

I confess that you good folks at OCC are the first to hear about this. No one else knows, besides her and myself.

[rudolfm]

I was in a sauna in Germany, and there was a long and hot aufguss. After it was finished there was a queue with everone getting out. Something strange poked me in the upper back. I thought some rude person was "pushing" me with a fingertip. When I looked behind there way a sweet lady with lovely long and firm nipples, and she was poking me with one. Probably my weirdest surprise ever 😁

[primetimesamroberts]

We always had awesome company parties where everyone let loose including spouses. I worked in a male dominated industry so having women in the office other than the receptionist wasn’t really a thing. Anyways, our annual Christmas party comes up and everyone shows up ready for a good time. At the time I was middle management and all my buddies were as well but when the boss pays for upscale rooms for everyone and a free dinner, the mood gets more relaxed. At the time, one of the guys who started 9 months after me was pretty conservative and had a conservative wife until you put some drinks in her. Once she started drinking she would rub her tits on you pretty much constantly. It never went any further but when you’re in a social group of 40-50 people and regularly feel someone’s boobs pressed against your back you start to think more of it. It always felt like she was getting off rubbing her tits on me but I always played it cool at the time.