I see you at a crowded concert. You look like you’re alone. I shove my way through the crowd and stand right behind you, pressed against your back, breathing on your neck. I lightly rub your ass with my fingers. I sniff your hair and poke your ass with the bulge in my pants. Your thin skirt means you can feel everything. I hear you gasp, but you don’t resist, so I rub your ass lower and lower, creeping toward your pussy.
People around don’t seem to care. They think you’re my gf, but I’m just some strange old man, thirty something. You feel my cock jump as I get closer to your cunt. I feel your dampness. You like this.