When I was 17, my parents and I went to Disney World for our annual summer vacation. Since they didn't share my taste in rides, we would all get our park passes and then go our seperate ways for the first couple of hours. Disney World is incredibly crowded during the summer season as it is, so you add the fact that there were several new rides opening up, and the place was a mob scene. It was during this vacation that this little pervert discovered the joys of groping strange women in public.
It all started on one of those seemingly endless lines. This line went up a long series of ramps, so if you looked up there was always a long line of people directly above you, their ankles at about your eye level. Well, after about standing in line for about twenty minutes, I looked up and to my surprise (and delight) found myself looking directly up the short, shimmery sun dress of a very attractive woman with a young boy in tow. She looked to be in her late twenties, early thirties at the most. She had a fairly large pair of breasts that bulged against the thin material of her tight dress. Her dark brown hair hung down to her shoulders and she had a lovely face. Her legs were long and tan and firm. She either didn't notice me looking up to the promised land, or she knew that there was nothing she could do about it and chose to ignore me. She had on a pair of white cotton panties that rode up and disappeared into her butt crack, leaving the bottoms of her butt cheeks spilling out. Every time that she would bend over to tell her son to move up in the line, I would get a glimpse of her fat pussy lips bulging against the thin white cotton crotch of her panties.
After the ride was over, I started to follow her, hoping to get another peek up her dress. What I would end up getting was much better. She met up with either her boyfriend or husband, who took the young boy from her, and then left. She went off on her own, and I continued to follow her. She started to approach one of the new rides. I had passed this ride the previous day with my parents, and we all agreed that it would be hell...the people on line, if you could call it a line, were packed together like sardines. According to one of the Disney World employees, a young girl had blacked out because of the combination of the heat and the crush of the crowd and had to be taken to a local hospital.
My parents had told me to stay away from the ride, but when the image of my body being pressed up against the body of this hot older woman, there was no way I was turning back. I continued to follow her, hoping and praying that she wouldn't walk right past the ride. She didn't. Instead, she stood on the edge of the sea of people. She was chewing her lower lip, as if debating whether or not to jump into this mob scene.
I made up her mind for her. Before I made up her mind for her. As she took a tentative step forward, there was a sudden rush of people from behind, and we were both pushed, almost against our will, into the crowd. Our bodies were now touching, but we were still on the outer edges of the crowd...not where I wanted to be. I took a deep whiff of her perfume, and then pushed forward. She tried to step to the side to make way for me, but since there were people on her left and her right, she had no choice but to move deeper into the crowd herself. It wasn't long before the sea of people closed in around us, and we were sandwiched together. I felt my dick, which was pressed against one of her soft butt cheeks, growing harder and harder beneath my shorts.
I looked down. My hands were down by my sides, and they were grazing the silky material of her sun dress. I moved them a quarter of an inch and my fingers touched the soft flesh of her butt through the dress. I pressed the backs of both hands against her butt cheeks. She glanced over her shoulder. Since I was shorter than her (she was tall, about 5'10" or so) we did not make eye contact. The glance only lasted a second, probably deciding it was a leg or an arm that was pressed against her rear end. Slowly, slyly, I turned up hands so that the palms were facing up and lightly cupped both of her butt cheeks. The soft curves that I had spied on the previous ride now lay in the palms of my hands. She apparently didn't notice the difference in the contact, so I pressed on her butt cheeks as if I was giving CPR. Nothing.
I left my hands like that, buried in the flesh of her butt cheeks, astonished at what I was getting away with. I then began to rub her left butt cheek with a small, circular motion. This she noticed. She tried to turn around, but found that she couldn't move an inch due to the crush of the crowd. She glanced over her shoulder, looking for her molestor. She looked very annoyed. She let out a sigh, then finally turned back around. The fact that this woman could not move began to sink in. She was completely helpless. She could not turn around, and even if she could, she could not identify whose hands were molesting her in a crowd like this.
I moved my dick, which was now rock hard, so that it was lined up with the crack of her ass. I couldn't move my body, so I had to do it as best I could with my hands. It dragged across her left butt cheek, then...bingo. The sun dress was loose at the bottom, and the head of my dick plunged right into the crack of her butt. I pushed forward, trying to burrow it in as far as possible.
She felt the intrusion of my erection. She glanced over her shoulder. She now looked very, very annoyed. She tried to escape by twisting her body like a cork screw. I grabbed her by the hips and steadied her. There was a sudden push from behind, and my dick was jammed even farther up her butt. The head of my dick was now pressed up against her little starfish, making her not only annoyed but extremely uncomfortable.
With my dick nestled in her butt crack, jamming her panties and her dress into that very rude place at the same time, I tried to squeeze my hands between our bodies and make a grab for her butt cheeks once again...but couldn't. The crowd had become so tight that we were nearly falling over each other. My hands were no longer on her hips, they were around her waist. I decided that now was the time to get bolder, while the crowd was at its tighest.
I slid my hands down, was the crowd as too tight to just drop them, down until they rested on her upper thighs. She tried to push them away, but her arms were pinned to her sides as if she was tied up. She was now letting out very loud, extremely annoyed sighs. I found the hem of her dress and began to slide it up her thighs. She glanced over her shoulder, and now the look on her face was more panic than anything. I tried to slide the dress up to her waist, but the butt of the guy in front of her kept me from doing that. I slid a hand under the hem of her dress, my fingers extended, looking for the promised land.
I looked at her. Her skin was a flushed red, and the smell of her sweat was mixed with the smell of her perfume. Her breathing had gotten heavy with her panic. The junction of her thighs and crotch was sweaty. My fingers touched something soft and cotton...her panties, slightly damp with sweat. I pushed a little harder. I could feel the slit of her pussy lips underneath the damp cotton. Her legs were clamped together. I squeezed my fingers between her tightly clenched legs. She gritted her teeth in frustration.
I pushed the thin cotton into her slit, almost experimental with my first pussy. My finger, surrounded by the thin cotton, slid right into her sweaty honey pot. It was moist (with sweat I am sure) and hot. I had heard about a bud called the clitoris, but was too green to find it. My victim was now squirming, desperately trying to escape, but finding nothing but unwilling bodies...people just as hot and uncomfortable and as helpless as her. She quivered, which felt pretty good, as my dick was still jammed up her butt.
I began to look for her vagina, but found that the cotton gave too much resistance. As I slid my finger underneath the leg band of her panties, she looked as though she was on the verge of tears. That just turned me on more...a grown woman, completely helpless at the hands of some little pervert kid, and almost reduced to tears. I felt her fat, sweaty pussy lips, covered with some thin strands of pubic hair...she wasn't hairy, but she didn't shave either. I found her slit, which was now unbelievably moist. I wanted to believe that I had made her wet, but the distress on her face told me that it was probably all perspiration. I slid my index finger through her lips, and then...there it was, her most intimate spot, the vagina.
I pushed my finger into the hole, which was somewhat tight, and just like they said in that movie, it was like warm apple pie. I began to move the finger up and down, up and down, exploring her crevise. A saw a tear roll down her cheek. She was completely exhausted. My head was resting against her right shoulder blade and her white deodorant had begun to run. Her hair was damp with sweat. I thought she was going to pass out. I pulled my finger out of her vagina. It was damp, and I wanted to smell it. The sea of people went on as far as the eye could see. I still had time.
I slid my hands up her sides. I felt my fingers touch the bottoms of her breasts. I thought of grabbing her breasts, but if she saw my hands, she could possibly connect them to me and identify me when the crowd thinned out. Instead I just massaged the bottoms of her breasts, kneading the flesh between my fingers, and slowly moving my dick up and down the crack of her butt. Finally, after over an hour of feeling this hot mom up, the line thinned out. She didn't even look back to search for her molestor. When she reached the end of the line, rather than get on the ride, she stepped off to the side and began to cry. I got on the ride with a smile on my face and took a deep whiff of my fingers...the musky mix of sweat and pussy. I was hooked.