Groped at a Concert My name is Susana, first of all I would like to thank all those who have read me, although I am more

Groped at a Concert My name is Susana, first of all I would like to thank all those who have read me, although I am more grateful to those who have written to me telling me about it, and how you did it. I am a hot girl from the south of Andalusia, 21 years old, I am bisexual and brunette. I would define myself as an extrovert, one without complete shame, nice, very good people, quite crazy... Come on, a girl with whom you can have a good time. I like to meet people, discover new things, have fun, I practice a lot of sports I am very playful, laugh, the typical thing. I have a way special way of seeing life (I think you have realized it), something independent. I am aware that my way of dressing makes me more conspicuous to be groped, Although I am neither a fetishist nor an exhibitionist, I simply like to dress in way that enhances my body. I would appreciate it if you didn't say anything to me on the street, please. Me I really like my privacy, I think as much as you like yours. If you want Contact me, whether by email or Messenger, or if you find me on some "noise", buses (public transport), or accumulation of people, but "be careful" whenever she is alone (if not, pay attention to the consequences). He tried to make my experiences are sought by me. It's not to reinstate me, but because you question me (I understand that it is difficult to believe that a girl can be so open), well You tell me, you know no girl who is so open and explicit talking about sex. Because a girl like me can't express myself freely, Your opinion about me is: either I'm a boy or a "whore". I think you are a little sexist, no matter how much you are liberal, for all those who think That about me, you will lose a friend. From the comments that I have been able to read, both boys and Girls you question my adventures on buses, I really don't have to give you explanations. But I propose something to you, go to the back of any car, bus or public transport that is crowded, look around you, but with innocent and naive look, let out a smile and hope to be reciprocated. Yeah you are reciprocated, not exactly with a smile, let yourself do it, I assure you that although you feel nauseated at first, the sensation is very pleasant and even but it is one of the most morbid, and gratifying. Although I have to admit that us, we have it easier than the boys (unless some boy start liking it even if it's just for the morbidity if you like it when a guy tells you caress, who knows). How are you? I'll tell you about an experience I had ago. time, everything happened in the month of July 2003, that year I remember what happened very hot (I also remember it because of the music groups, which I went to see). Me It happened during the weekend, when some friends went away to a concert that was held at the Sulfasuario nightclub, on the beach of Matalascaña (in the province of Huelva). We met on Saturday morning, at bus station to leave for the beach, we would spend the weekend in the beach and at the same time enjoy the concert (also, at the same time I could do something sports"). As soon as we arrived, we went straight to the campsite to sign up, set up the tents, drop off the gear. We head to the toilets, While the boys got lost, we headed to the toilets to put on the bikini (I put on a blue bikini, with ties on my part bottom), and on top I put on a sarong. From there we headed towards the beach where We bathed, we lay down on the sand to sunbathe, and in the process we observed pass the handsome boys passing by (you have to look happy. We were willing to spend the rest of the day lying on the beach, until the time comes in which the concert began. In this way we would save effort and money, plus the concert was not going to be held very far from where we were, that would not begin until night. That's where we were when we observed how people began to run A girl we knew from the bus approached us telling us that They were going to rehearse, so we got up, I put on the sarong, and quickly We headed towards where the crowd could be seen (it was logical, since we didn't see it). we wanted to lose). I think all of Huelva was concentrated there. Hence Holding each other's hands tightly, we entered the crowd, wanting to be as close to the group as possible. We sneak through the people, passing as we could because we were all eager to be close to the group, I commented to my friends who won't let me go. It was getting more and more difficult to pass through the crowd, the inevitable happening, that in the rush, I get caught on something in the sarong or Maybe someone took it from me (probably, someone funny for being noticed). Me I stopped, giving them a tug, but the girls told me to leave it there, after all we were on the beach and with the heat that was serious the one who would gain the most, so we continue to stay only with the bikini. I think that the organizers of the concert had not anticipated that so many people showed up for a simple rehearsal, so given the heat that towards, they appeared with hoses on the stage beginning to pour water into the personal, to suffocate us, the truth is that I appreciated it (especially when the water ran through my burning body). But silly me (so stupid for life), I closed my eyes for a while seconds, since water got in, I let go of my hands so I could dry my hands. eyes, and to be able to see, but as soon as I opened them, I lost sight of them. I got very nervous, so I decided to go forward to look for them, even though The more I moved forward, the less I saw my friends. I was detained at end in the crowd, I didn't know where to go and even less what to do, there was so many people gathered, both forward and backward, so I decided stay there She was logically surrounded by both boys and girls, and Even behind me there was a couple in their thirties. The group began to test their instruments, the lyrics of the songs, we began to hum the songs, compliment the singers (even more I would have done someone a favor), all of us who were there were infected, jumping, dancing, in other words I was having a really good time. The before the concert was going great, euphoria was in the air, The music started, and I hoped it would last until night. In fact, a girl who was behind me offered me something to drink (which I did not refuse, since I was really dry), because in the heat What he did, mixed with so many moving bodies, was a suffocating mixture. (it already smelled like burning horn), I think the organizers did not expect so much expectation for some tests. Among the typical movements of the son of the music, I leaned forward more than once, bumping into a boy, although I don't think it bothered him in the least (because instead of complaining, he backed away even more towards me). Meanwhile, those behind me, there was a boy who was hitting too much against me, but every time he hit himself, you could see his member (the very bastard, he rubbed himself). I turned to warn him with a threatening tone, I was surprised to see that such a boy was the thirty-year-old, he quickly excuse me, looking with a surprised face towards the girl who was with him (so that he did it without realizing it). The heat again began to hit, beginning again another time to pour water on the public, evaporating in seconds. The public began to get together more than they should, because I began to notice how the boy behind me, closer and closer to my body, I began to notice how hot it was, how I looked back again, reiterating his behavior, that he wouldn't hit himself so much (in other words, let the air flow). He responded again with a Excuse me, to which your girl told me something that left me perplexed, because she told me "If it would bother me so much if I went somewhere else to stop bothering, that I should be grateful, that it was her boy who pushed me instead of other". Then it all began, the inevitable. Notice how it touched my buttocks with his hands, he took advantage of the accumulation of people, he did not expect it but he apologized again, to which I responded with a look and a smile (at mode, "it doesn't matter"). So their friction became more continuous, insisting his touches on my buttocks and on the running of my thighs. My face, it was desperation for not knowing what to do, I remained silent, holding the pull, thinking I should turn around and hand out a slap both him and her. But it stopped for a few minutes (when the public moved by some action), to notice them again. I started again run over my buttocks over my bikini, with the breadth of his hands He grabbed my buttocks tightly, then began to descend along the edges of bikini panties. His body getting closer and closer, pushing (at pelvis blows), he took advantage of people's movements to avoid giving himself notice. One of his hands rested on my thigh, caressing it very gently, he descended until the length of his arm allowed him (for me) head, he didn't understand his girlfriend's carelessness, he was already very shameless). Even more so when he pressed his bare chest next to mine, I noticed that heat he gave off and his wet hairy chest. When I felt, how I pressed against my buttocks, I began to get hot, to feel wet (I felt my bikini panties, wet and it wasn't exactly because of the water), I closed eyes because of the spasms that he was beginning to notice, like discharges of sensations ran through my body, which I can hardly explain. This Groping, he kept caressing me among so many people. In my head, in those moments I thought why always I attract these kinds of people, harassers, gropers and all kinds of degenerates, although in truth I need them deep down. I think they are not satisfied enough with their partner that they have to repress their desires sexual with someone (girl like me), whom he can touch, and even knowing, that some circumstances like the current ones, I will not put up resistance, either because of the scandal, or shame (because deep down I like him as much as he does). I opened my eyes, I turned a little looking to the sides, trying to see who could help me, but I honestly don't think they could, They were all excited about the concert. And even look at his girl, who She was more attentive to the group than to her boy. It started again, because it didn't stop hit against my buttocks, until a moment came when the public made the "wave", taking advantage of this to place his hands on my waist, one on each side, to hit his bulge against my buttocks (from the kick he gave me, I even thought who had put it in). One of his hands began to move up my side toward me. chest, caressing me over the thin fabric, at the level of my halo (I felt the hardness of my nipples, rubbing against my top garment, I almost thought I would tear it). He began to squeeze me harder and harder, until I noticed how he was pinching my nipples, even over the bikini. The wave of heat, which produced me again and again time, it gave me sensations of great pleasure. Under his hand, when the boy in front of us, he turned back, smiled at me, I smiled back and He turned forward again. This groper returns to place his hand on my waist, noticing that the danger had passed, raising it to the height of my breasts, almost "accidentally", I began to touch them. To feel like I I ran through them, feeling the heat of his fingertips, produced in me a quite notable warming, until I even bit my lips, because of the pleasure that I was feeling, I noticed how my pleasure was increasing, how I noticed that I was going to have an orgasm. I felt embarrassed, it could be the nerves, or the morbidity of the humiliation that I was being subjected to, but I felt faint when I noticed how it came to me, like that orgasm that made me almost faint (and I even wanted to repress this orgasm, which was impossible for me). Take advantage of a moment in which I stopped touching my buttocks, since it was hard on my breasts. As I had my arms close to my body, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. taking care that he did not look at me (for fear of being discovered, I did not go to think that on top of that I'm a slut), so without him realizing it, I ran my hand (the left one, because it was the one that was furthest from his body), from the thigh to the groin, at the level of my pubis. I toured with several of my fingers, the edge of my bikini panties, I wanted to make sure of my humidity (a screaming truth), I introduced my fingers into my vagina feeling dripping (I have to admit, I took a lot of risks), but the worst It's just that I liked it. He began to lower his hand towards my buttocks, I noticed that his groping was more frequent, more constant. He practically caressed me with his open hand (again), covering my entire buttocks, holding me tightly to start inserting a finger through my anal opening (thanks to the fact that I was still wearing my bikini top, I would have had it inside). I take advantage of the bustle, to gradually position itself, right behind me. Placing your erect member between my buttocks, so that I could feel the tremendous erection that had, beginning to give me small pushes (almost, penetrating me), making me feel how hot it was. I began to notice a certain dampness, in my bikini at the height of my buttocks, although it was still covered by the bottom of my bikini (although yes, I had the feeling that it would be momentary), that separated me from he. I was feeling prey to this stalker, and among the difficult crowd to avoid it. I turned once more towards him, begged him to "leave me", but I think he I turned him on even more. I was being harassed in front of so many people, I liked it, I could feel, noticing how his lump began to tremble (he enjoyed seeing me scared). I had to close my eyes, from the waves of pleasure I felt In my body, the chills made me vibrate more than once. It cost me even keep me standing. I felt my heartbeat accelerate, like my veins They swelled with blood, as my pubes became puddled again and again without being able to avoid. Once again I felt a chill, noticing how the stalker's hand, began to descend towards my waist (because of the slowness, I thought it was telling me my ribs), even my skin crawled. While his other hand which caressed my buttocks, it began to rise to my waist but on the side opposite. I could feel his breathing on my hair, his body was so close to mine that he even noticed his own heartbeat. His hands surrounded me waist descending towards my shoulder, descending both at the same time, until touching me lightly on the thin fabric of my bikini, I noticed how his fingers They rested softly on my mons of Venus, as they descended towards my thighs running through the softness of my skin. I began to feel disoriented, disgusted by the sensations of taste, although it awakened in me that morbidity that attracts me so much pleasure, I was experiencing a new experience of harassment, being harassed in the presence of her couple, and she is unfazed (it would be because of her, maybe I liked her). I surrendered to a new orgasm, which confused me once again due to the sensations that experiment. The hand that was on my thighs began to ascend again up to my waist, rubbing the bikini strap while waiting for his partner. That rose from my buttocks to rest on my waist, one on each side (I sensed what would happen, but deep down I wanted it). I grab the tip of the bow, of the knot that held my bikini panties (these were in the sides), I pull them and releasing them at the same time, I unbutton the knot. Noticing as it descended between my legs to the ground. "God" I thought, between the crowd left me naked from the waist down, in a way I felt cover relieved to get rid of my garment, although that was now defenseless (What a shame!). Now he had achieved his purpose from me, he had me at his disposal. dispocision, I couldn't scream and even less move. I was very nervous, but I even felt very excited. Again I felt hands on my buttocks naked, he began to walk over them, pinch them and even began to pass his fingers, from my anal hole to my wet vagina (I noticed how I was enjoying). His other hand joined the party but it began to settle over my pubis, descending to my vulva, beginning to rub it (the shame was mixed with the humiliation that invaded me, and the enjoyment). The worst was coming now, when his knee collided between my legs together, as if to separate mine. I thought you wanted to separate the my bikini panties, so I quickly placed the sole of my foot on the garment, showing me open leg for him, with my thighs wide apart. The idea of bending down, of picking up my garment and putting it on, of Get out of there before something worse happens. But if I did it exposed, to find something that I was surely not looking for, and that he I would like. I heard screams, turning in the distance it looked like some security guards were approaching, but they turned aside (I felt relief, I don't know why) what and even less explain it). I looked like an innocent, defenseless little girl, but right now as hot as any woman (or perhaps, nymphomaniac). Withdrawal for for a few minutes his hands were off my body, putting them back but now it was his left hand which directly rested on my vulva, playing and enjoying my pleasure. While his right hand rested on my buttocks, caressing them again. His harassment continued (I wished it wouldn't end), He placed his hand between my legs, running from my wet slit to my anito, front to back several times. He first began to rub my vulva, with movements circular and pressing them. He brought a finger closer to my vagina, passing it to me gently to introduce it very slowly until I notice its knuckle collide against my vaginal lips, when he made sure that it fit perfectly and that came out freely, he started with a second finger and later a third (he was completely surrendered), having to lean my body back (as a (reuhir your fingers). But I found his other hand wanting to enter my hole butt, entering not as easily as through my vagina (I was ecstatic with the taste, feeling ashamed). But as soon as he took out his fingers, I noticed something fat and hot, scared I wanted to fight. Pressing me even more to his body, introducing his member into me between my legs, beginning his swing, noticing how the head of his member It crashed again and again against my little slit (with my wet vagina, what suffering felt, because he wanted to feel it well inside), while with his left hand I pressed against him. Directing it towards my vagina, starting to masturbate, I rubbed my vulva. I felt that hot rod of meat, it moved between my legs as a file, I kept quiet as best I could because I didn't want it to be noticed my pleasure (not him, and least of all anyone). Even though I hear moans, it brings me out of my trance. Look towards the right, looking at his girl who, with her eyes closed and her mouth between open she let out little moans. I looked down, surprising myself. Like the big bastard, he masturbated his girl with his right hand at the same time. that he did it with me. He realized where he was looking, removing his hand from his girl, and directing it towards mine, holding it I take it towards the between my legs of his girl. Which, as soon as I touched it, my first reaction was to remove it, but I noticed her humidity and it excited me even more, so I decided while her man was making me at that moment the most satisfied woman, was to throw a side the bottom edge of her bikini and sink, several of my fingers, inside humid and hot cave. I started rubbing her vulva very quickly, nothing tenderness but in a savage way, with insistence until hearing him scream pleasure, which among the shouts of the crowd he barely noticed. Until achieving simultaneous orgasms, both yours and mine. When I noticed how his boy exploded in me, he came on top of my body, noticing how Her hot nectar moistened my crotch, I felt it running down my thighs, descending through my internal part, as it blocked my entrances, both vaginal and anal (how much milk I accumulated, I thought). It was sticky with its liquid, I noticed how his member descended, how his intensity, how his bravery was shrinking, as if noticing how it collided against my vagina to go as it quickly It was shrinking until it passed through my sore hole. Once both are finished, I remove his member from my legs, He blurted out and retreated from behind me. I took advantage to bend down and pick up my piece of my bikini, to put it on. When I was once kneeling before He, observe his flaccid member and impregnated with semen, as a way of being grateful (although for many, she would be more of a little fox), grabbed it with her hand (the boy He threw his body back, probably out of fear that it could make him something). But I brought it to my lips, to introduce it inside my mouth to the bottom (tasting its nectar, a little acidic but it is a flavor that I like it so much), over and over again noticing how it was growing inside my mouth, the I took it out and started running my tongue around it until I got it right. clean, and well hardened with the idea that now it is his girlfriend who satisfy. I stood up, already with my garment on (although a little dirty), observing how the rehearsal had ended and how the tumult began to move, to retreat from where they came, and waiting for this night to return to come, but this time to the concert. For my part I began to walk towards the exit (sticky and full of its whitish liquid), when I found myself in the I put down my sarong, trampled and a little torn, I bent down to pick it up and put it on. I went to the beach with the idea of getting there and getting into the water, to clean myself. and remove from me, that remainder that he had left me. Although more eager to go to the concert tonight, already thinking in the sexy clothes that I would wear and who knows if I would wear panties. I vividly remember, how I enjoyed both the concert and the rehearsal, that strange excitement of feeling desired in that way, I like to be shaken, pushed, groped... I hope you liked it, if you want me to continue tell me You mention it because I really like receiving your emails. Those who want Contact me at my email address: susanabix@hotmail.com