I got groped at a concert and I still cum thinking about it [FM] [Group]

*Disclaimer: Please do not grope strangers in concerts unless they explicitly ask for it. This story deals with a setting where I consented a posteriori, not fully a priori.*

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I’m on a rare voyeurism kick lately (let’s blame the warm weather), and I’ve caught myself cumming to a weird thing that happened to me many years ago at a metal concert.

Of course I dressed the part, which makes me giggle in retrospect. The gothic look did suit me. I had a black corset on, embellished with lace that draped over my cleavage. It cinched my small waist further in, showcasing my ample behind, covered by fishnets and a lace skirt. I wore heavy eye makeup and a gorgeous shade of blue on my lips.

I was used to playing bodyguard in such settings. My girlfriends were all petite; I was always the one people didn’t dare to mess with. I was tall, strong, and my outfit helped me look more intimidating. When someone got too close to any of us, I had no problem pushing him away. I think my self-confidence came from years of martial arts and a couple of knockouts in my history.

This particular concert was a hassle because the bands were incredibly late and everyone was getting pissed off. My friends were being obnoxious and I quickly regretted accepting the invite. Everyone was sweating under their layers of velvet and lace and gothic makeup. And this group of guys behind us were pissed off that we hadn’t wanted to move to let them get closer to the stage, so they started being general jerks.

Eventually, the concert started and we all started to have fun. As per tradition, my friends went off into other parts of the arena to make out with random people, and halfway through the concert I was standing on my own. The crowd had been pushing towards the stage, and we were all standing very close together.

When I felt the first hand on my ass, I panicked. I had experience with this and I knew how to stop it. But enough time passed between the first and second gropes that I forgot about it and lost myself in the music. When the second hand came, it lingered a bit longer, and I thought of doing my usual hand squeeze to force a retreat. But then I just didn’t do it.

It was a slow build up. It started out very slow, but after the third or fourth grope he started to linger a bit longer, to increase the frequency of the touches. I felt nervous but also curious, so I continued to stand still. His hands started to do gropes that went from one of my ass cheeks to the other, to my thighs. His pattern changed in the middle of a song that made everyone jump; he slipped his hand between my legs, over my clothing. The fabric kept him from going far, but I could feel the tip of his fingers over my covered entrance.

Being by myself, being sexually curious, being touched like that ignited a thirst in me, and I decided to stick around until it felt too risky. So I didn’t retreat when people pushed together further and I felt a hard cock against my ass and his hands slipping over the front of my inner thighs. I flinched when I felt someone else’s hand on one of my breasts, groping me also. The first guy grabbed my hips.

I didn’t have it in me to turn around and look at them, nor to struggle my way out at first. And they took it like a green traffic light. Before I knew it, there were multiple hands feeling me up, and things escalated quickly.

One of the hands pulled a tit out of my corset, baring my chest partly in the middle of the arena. I looked around and no one seemed to notice the hand pinching my nipple. One of the hands slipped under my skirt and poked through my pantyhose, rubbing my then wet panties. Someone continued to focus on my ass, fondling me with a hand trapped in my crack.

I often fantasize about things escalating more. A couple of hands holding my thighs to lift my legs up the floor to gain better communal access to my pussy. I fantasize of feeling fingers inside me while they choked me. Of them stripping me of my corset and forcing me on my knees to be the group cock sucker. I fantasize of them taking me to the men’s bathroom to gangbang me and leave me naked and full of cum.

But it did not go that far. Eventually, it felt like one hand too many, and I chickened out. I pushed myself away from them and fixed my clothes. I looked down, unable to hold eye contact with the people who got to see me disheveled, and I went to find my friends.

So here we are, many years later, fapping to what was and what could have been.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vepqbk/i_got_groped_at_a_concert_and_i_still_cum