43[M4F] The journal of our encounters

This is an ongoing story. I put some background for now and written about our first two encounters but at this point we’re not too hard into it. With a little luck I’ll have at least one or two updates every week.

About two months 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.

I had a first try with someone but I won’t go into details. It ended as it started, with a big bang and somehow by surprise. I kept reposting over and over but asking for uncommon things when you live in a small country and being married in the same time… it’s like trying to sell overpriced crystal meth to comatose old nuns. Now add in the mix the fact that 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 3D puzzles. I was asked to pray for my soul, go confess my sins (funny place for the religious people to wander and give spiritual advice) and a lot of requests from guys that wanted to suck my dick, for me to rape their wives and so on. Well, it is what it is, I guess. But, because I rarely abandon a fight, I decide to put more gasoline on my misery’s fire so I make a new post where I ask for another thing common like intelligence in a cheap pub at five in the morning. This time I chose to post in a place created for pussy eating enthusiasts and, of course, I wanted to eat ass instead of pussy so clearly I’m not the brightest star in the sky but I like ass so this should count for something. And I like it in a way that’s almost hypnotic, you can see in my eyes how the last point of IQ evaporates, I go lizard brain, nothing but pre-programmed instinct. Also, twisting my morality like a sketchy lawyer, if I lick her ass… she won’t cum… I won’t cum… there’s no fucking involved… it doesn’t feel 100% like good old cheating.

My second post got a huge success if you define the success by the number of men willing to suck my dick no matter what I write. Probably if I post an ad to sell a door knob, I’ll still get the regular 70% of the answers from men that want to suck my dick, 10% from all kind of Snapchat “superstars”, 10% with “hi XD” or “hELLO” with no follow up, 5% from men wanting me to molest their wives without the wives knowing (?!?!?!), some random shit that might constitute one day the reasons I chose to quit the internet and livings deep in the woods, and one or two replies from people that want to buy the fucking knob. But, once in a blue moon, someone really wants to buy a door knob so there’s still hope. Now, the specific “someone” is almost uncomfortable young and crazy as fuck. Do you know those drunk people that say “Hold my beer and watch me do this!”? Yeah, pretty much like this. Probably I should rename this post “Disturbing old pervert meets crazy young gymnast with fake boobs”, a more appropriate name for a third hand porn movie.

For the first encounter we briefly met outside of a train station to see what we’re dealing with (here’s a lockdown at the time of writing plus mandatory masks in public transport), we both smiled like perverts that found fresh victims and, in a hurry, we both ran down the stairs. All good, I assume. Got inside the last car, we decided to stand up because the long coats helped us hide most of the action from the prying eyes, and grabbed that ass with both hands like it’d make me live forever. Got a little brake at the first stop while people were getting in and out but I had to hold her, in a decent way, close to me because my boner was too visible, at least in my mind. I’m not trying to suggest that my dick is larger than life, it’s just your every day random cock. Till the next stop I decide to go Trump style so I “grab her by the pussy” like I’m trying to squeeze the clit between her pussy lips, looking to create some visible discomfort while at the same time verifying her auto proclaimed submissiveness. All good! For the next two stops I lower the heat a little so I hug her under her coat with my left hand on her ass and my right on her back, pressing her chest against mine. She put her face on my right shoulder in a tentative to kiss my neck, at least in my interpretation, but it was just an instinctive move because the masks didn’t allow this to happen so I lower my masked cheek on her face till we got at the last stop. It wasn’t my final destination but I had a curiosity about this particular station because it’s situated on a bridge over the Danube river and, during the winter, nobody seemed to use it. It wasn’t far from the truth because there were only two pensioners watching the river. We decide to keep the masks on just in case someone might recognize us, get some distance from the possible spectators and bend her over with the legs a little spread while she’s holding the hand rail. I gave her a pussy rub like it was a test for the best paying job because I don’t know if I ever took a pussy rubbing and slapping so serious, my fingers were wet and slippery because her pants didn’t seem to absorb much of her fluids and the heavy snowing clearly didn’t help the drying process. I don’t know if all of this took more than two minutes. I was clearly not very comfortable with the cock on my left leg trying to rip the pants so, with “elegance”, she sticks a fuckin’ cold hand inside and rearrange it in a more convenient way, squeezing it and throwing comments like “You’re not wearing underwear either!” and “You’re as wet as I am!”. I decide that our encounter has to end because my time’s very limited and we got to ride for one more stop together but in silence.

For the second encounter I don’t have much to write. Thanks to Google Maps I found out that I’ll have only fifteen minutes at her place to put in practice my second request, the one regarding the ass eating. It was exactly what I dreamt of, a nice ass that I enjoyed with all the passion, French kissing her asshole, caressing her ass cheeks and her pussy after every slap (because that was the “deal” that we negotiated) and one brief kiss on her pussy to put the cherry on the top as “The End”.

I will likely rewrite the last paragraph after the next encounter. Sunday is a partial reopening after the lockdown and, if I’m not too hangover, she’s going to play an Uber driver that takes me to my gym. It’s only a three or four minutes ride but in the covered parking lot we can still play a more or less limited sexual assault because, well, that’s the plan. At least for now.

As a side note, I want to read suggestions for our next encounters but only from very experienced women.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rdhqyg/43m4f_the_journal_of_our_encounters