A month ago I made a rather simple post on a local subreddit, asking for someone willing to be groped in the metro. It’s not much of a fantasy, I know. Almost a year back I watched a short clip with an overcrowded train where an older lady kept touching “by mistake”, from her seat, a guy that was standing up very close to her, in his zipper area. My cock’s reaction was way more than expected but it already happened to me so it’s not something worth of a bucket list. But, at some point, I started to salivate watching various asses and craving to touch them even if it’s not my style to be a creep. Fast forward, after a lot of mental gymnastics, I concluded that it’s a very good possibility to make that post and meet directly in a train station so, this way, I don’t need to ask for permission and it’s still going to happen with a stranger.
Now, I don’t know how it worked for other guys when they had an uncommon post, in a small country, being honest about the fact that they’re married and so on. Well, for me it was shit. Also, clearly people know how to read but the capacity of putting the words together seems to be identical with that of a blind chicken to solve puzzles. I was sure that my struggle would be regarding the fact that it might be considered cheating and I won’t be able to go with it till the end but the lack of proper replies made me sure that this won’t happen ever.
But then, when I was very close to delete the post… shock and awe, somebody understood the idea and didn’t send me to church to pray hard for my dirty soul. She was fine with everything and, bonus, she read the other posts from my profile. For some it might sound normal but any normality is created by previous experiences and mine was way too far from great. And, more than that, she made me feel normal in the sense that no judgment was brought upon me anymore. I realized that the main connecting points were marriages, family lives and everything that results from these, moments in life when you want more and, probably the toughest knot between us, the Dom/sub dynamic. The fact that she already read my other stuff made everything run smoothly and I didn’t have any moments when I had to ask myself how to put the “weird” stuff on the table. I had only one concern regarding the fact that she’s fifteen years younger. Again, it’s related to my previous experiences, I even got into the point where I was avoiding people under thirty.
We chatted for a few days to get a glimpse into each other, from early in the morning till late at night, checking my phone to be sure that I didn’t miss any message and, once in a while, reading again her words with physical responses from my dick’s part. After the accommodating period, we found a good day with matching schedules, decided for a specific train station and established a single and simple rule, that being “We meet in station X. If any of us isn’t ok with anything, don’t step in the train and it is what it is.”. Of course, we both stepped inside. It was a little awkward on both sides but I enjoyed grabbing her butt like I never touched another one and, for a few stops, I fulfilled my fantasy to the max, even with a little extra because I felt like I was invited for a little more and I lowered two fingers to massage her pussy from behind.
TO BE CONTINUED
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r6ldol/43m4f_we_met_only_the_beginning_for_now