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Do I tell Uncle Jack I got groped on a bus today?

On my way to babysitting this afternoon, I took the usual bus route to my Uncles house (I regularly babysit his son, Mason). I had my headphones on and went to the back of the bus, window seat.

It’s about a half hour bus journey and I usually don’t do anything else besides listen to music. And today was like no other so I didn’t see the older gentleman get on a few stops further down me and takes a seat besides me.

I don’t know exactly when I notice it but I feel a ‘bump’ against my right side, close to my chest. Now, my chest is pretty big so it’s hard to avoid in close proximity but the guy sat next to me seemed to be closer than I realised. But I took no notice.

Then a minute or so later that’s when I feel a finger brush against my breast. I don’t move my head away from the window view, I just remain silent and still. But there is definitely something going on. I wouldn’t say I felt scared.. Just.. Curious? Read more »

(F4M) roleplay daddy/old man

I’m a 28 year old female that has always had a thing for older perverted men, I love the idea of being touched inappropriately, groped in public and more.
***Me: 5’5, brunette, inexperienced, shy, always eager to please, big breasts (photos for ref if you’d like them)***
***You: 50+ male with a dirty mind and a lot of patience.***
*Plot 1:* we’re at home alone when you notice the skirt I’m wearing is shorter than what is appropriate. You realise that having a talk with me about it may come across as crossing boundaries as the feelings you get when you catch a glimpse of my white panties.
*Plot 2:* We’re strangers sitting next to each other in the cinema watching a horror. You look over to see my top is low cut and every time I jump my 40DD chest bounces and now all you can think about is making a move on me.
*Plot 3:* You’re my married-with-kids, older boss and I’m your new secretary. You”re not the nicest boss, you work me hard and sometimes late into the night. One evening in the office I decide to confront you about your attitude towards me, sometimes I think you just outright don’t like me. But it turns out you feel the complete opposite…
Unfortunately I haven’t got kik but any other platform could work. Desperate to find a partner! Thanks

Uncle Jack makes me drip

It’s been a few hours since Uncle Jack dropped me home and I haven’t been able to sleep. My virgin pussy throbs at the thought of his touch and all I want to do is tell him that, show him.

It’s been a few hours and all I’m doing is running through scenario after scenario where we’re alone and I can finally give it up, tell him the truth about my dreams, my fantasies. I’m so desperate to tell him everything I just want to “accidently” send him a dirty picture and see how he responds. I used to get upset at the rate my body was growing while I was in high school but now I’m proud of my 40DD chest and all I wanna do is wrap myself up in a bow and deliver myself to his front step.

But it’s so late and I know he’ll be asleep.. God, what I wouldn’t give to wake him up with my sloppy lips around his cock.

What’s my next move?! Do I wait it out and see if he responds to what’s happened or should I figure out a way to tell him I want him to be the one to pop my cherry. Read more »

I caught Uncle Jack staring.. Twice!!

Thought I’d write out what happened earlier today because I have no idea what to do. But first, some backstory:-

I’m 18, about to finish my final year of high school and in my spare time besides all the studying, I’m working to save some money for college. My primary ‘job’ is to help out my Uncle Jack with babysitting his 6 year old son, Mason. Uncle Jack isn’t a blood relation he’s my dad’s best friend and I’ve known him all my life. Uncle Jack is currently single (he knocked up a waitress, she left him with the baby and he hasn’t heard from her since) and works late some nights which is where I come in.

This afternoon while I was watching Mason over at Uncle Jack’s place, he messaged me letting me know there was trouble at work and that he’d be home pretty late. It suited me just fine as I had some reading and school work to keep me busy.

Around 11pm, Uncle Jack rocks up, exhausted. Greets me and heads straight for the fridge. Read more »