I wonder what the difference between being groped and having a lovely experience is, especially when the person doing the groping was much much older. Was I attacked, or was I not? I have no doubt in my mind that I was not.
It started on a packed train and a long journey. The train was packed, and typically of Spanish trains, I do mean packed like sardines,
I felt him behind me and it was inevitable that our bodies would touch as the train moved. I stole a quick glance and he looked to me to be about 50. He smiled a nice smile, and had kind eyes. I didn't respond, I just looked away.
Then, I felt his hand around my waist, but it quickly travelled up under my t shirt to my breast. I wasn't wearing a bra, I rarely do, and soon he was cupping, my breast and working my nipple beautifully. He seemed to know exactly where my pleasure/pain threshold was. Then I felt his hand move away. I was partly disgusted that this middle aged man had groped me, but partly I was aroused too...no denying that.
I thought it was over, but then I felt both his hands on my ass, lifting my skirt at the back and tugging my tights down. Then his hands on my ass cheeks. Thongs do not give any protection against roaming hands, but I guess that's their point really.
He had wormed his hands between my thighs and I have to admit, I had parted my legs a little to help him. Then I felt a finger enter me while another found my clit. Holy crap, I was really enjoying this! The train rocked, I rocked, and soon my world was rocked with a very powerful orgasm.
After I had cum, I felt his arm around my waist again and his hand under my top.
I felt a fast regular bumping against my ass and I figured he was jacking, I wondered for a moment if he would try to fuck me, and what I would do....thinking back, I think I would have gone with it to be honest. I felt him tense and groan and I knew he had cum,
Then, he eased my tights back up and I realised WHERE he had cum. He had shot his load into the crotch of my tights.
Nothing to do but wait now.
Our stop arrived and we both got off the train. He smiled, I smiled. And we went our separate ways. In my case it was straight to the bathroom to check the damage. Ok, I admit, and to rub another one out.
So, I was groped by an old man on a train, but I don't consider I was assaulted, far from it. His fingers were expert in every way, and the orgasm I had was glorious. I loved the sperm in my tights, and yes, had he tried to fuck me, I would have not only let him but I would have rather enjoyed it.