I Love Being Felt Up Stories of Experiences

In work I like to ware my low cut tight tops so my bra line shows through and tight trousers so my pants show.i love to push my boobs against the guys in work hand. And I know they love it they allways stare at my tits and now they push...

I love walking through packed clubs wearing tight pants or a short dress. Having my ass grabbed and being felt up by nearly every guy as I pass them even if they're with a girl already. By the time I get to the end my pussy is wet and...

When my boyfriend's parents have to give us a ride places, it's always a turn on when he feels me up in their presence. It's so scandalous and sneaky! He'll slide his hand up my skirt or in between my legs when I'm wearing tight jeans...

I been felt up in school, on a bus standing next to strangers, sitting at my friends dinner table, just so wild and sexy and Hot..

Alicia

I absolutely love being felt up and it is a huge turn on for me.  Anything to do with my breasts makes me very wet. Heck even comments on my breast pics is a big turn on.   I love a man's hands on them squeezing  and massaging.  The...

Hubby and I went to a fetish club last weekend. I was dressed in black rubber top and black rubber stockings, and a tiny micro mini skirt. He was dressed in a leather kilt and vest. We went to the 'quiet' room upstairs. A long...

My husband and I attend fetish clubs, and getting fondled is pretty much the norm.

The great thing about the fetish scene is that no means no, but a gentle fondle is the normal way of asking in the first place.

One-on-one...

I just love dancing in a crowdwd dance floor rubbing and buming against compleet strangers, women i have never met before. I will often go out with some nice jeans on with nothing on under them, I love going up behind a sexy older...

The feeling of a man's hand running up and down my body. Rubbing my sensitive bits through my clothing. Pushing aside material so he can grasp my bare flesh. Mauling my tits and then grabbing at my clit before he finally sticks his...

When I was in eleventh grade my history class went to Australia's capital Canberra. There was quite a few of us and there were six people to a room. I was in the hot, popular group who weren't scared of their own bodies. They would...