[I posted this story in a shorter version about six months ago with a promise that I will update it one day, so here it is.]

About two years ago, I made a rather simple post on a local subreddit, asking for someone willing to be groped in the metro. I know that, in every other context, it's not much of a fantasy. About a year before that, I watched a short clip with an overcrowded train where an older lady kept touching "by mistake", from her seat, a guy that was standing up very close to her, in his zipper area. My cock's reaction was way more than expected but it already happened to me so it's not something worth to be put on a bucket list. But, at some point, I started to salivate watching various asses and craving to touch them even if it's not my style to be a creep. Fast forward, after a lot of mental gymnastics, I concluded that it's a very good possibility to make that post and meet directly in a train station so, this way, I don't need to ask for permission and it's still going to happen with a stranger.

Now, I don't know how it worked for other guys when they had an uncommon post, in a small Central European country, being honest about the fact that they're married, and so on. Well, for me it was shit. Also, people know how to read but the capacity of putting words together seems to be identical to that of a blind chicken solving puzzles. I was sure that my struggle would be regarding the fact that it might be considered cheating and I won't be able to go with it till the end but the lack of proper replies made me sure that this won't happen ever.

But then, when I was very close to deleting the post... Shock and awe, somebody understood the idea and didn't send me to church to pray hard for my dirty soul. She was fine with everything and, bonus, she read the other posts from my profile. For some, it might sound normal but any normality is created by previous experiences and mine was way too far from great. And, more than that, she made me feel normal in the sense that no judgment was brought upon me anymore. I realized that the main connecting points were marriages, family lives, and everything that results from these, moments in life when you want more and, probably the toughest knot between us, the Dom/sub dynamic. The fact that she already read my other stuff made everything run smoothly and I didn't have any awkward moments when I had to ask myself how to put the "weird" stuff on the table. I had only one concern regarding the fact that she's fifteen years younger than me. Again, it's related to my previous experiences, I even got to the point where I am completely avoiding people under thirty.

We chatted for a few days to get a glimpse into each other, from early in the morning till late at night, checking my phone to be sure that I didn't miss any message and, once in a while, reading again her words with physical responses from my dick's part. After the accommodating period, we found a good day with matching schedules, decided on a specific train station, and established a single and simple rule, that being "We meet in station X. If any of us isn't ok with anything, don't step in the train and it is what it is.". Of course, we both stepped inside. It was a little awkward on both sides but I enjoyed grabbing her butt like I never touched another one and, for a few stops, I fulfilled my fantasy to the max, even with a little extra because I felt like I was invited for a little more and I lowered two fingers to massage her pussy from behind.

This "relationship" went on for about two months, meeting a few times a week, riding a few stops or even getting to change trains to enjoy this even longer. We were looking to change trains in stations with elevators, for a little more privacy, where was more suitable to grab her ass with both hands while we were pretending that we were a random couple that was hugging. A special note of appreciation is needed because, almost every time when she returned to work, she sent me a picture with the messiest possible panties, to tell me without any words "Look what you did to me, thank you!".

Just to be clear, we never had sex. She sent me videos while she was "stabbing" her ass with vibrators to be sure that I finish while I'm watching and thinking about her, although I never asked for any, but she's the definition of a pervert. The single sexual regret that I have for not trying is an older fantasy, one step over the groping idea but still in the CNC category. And she asked me to do it, even to pay me, but I just don't know why I didn't. So here it is, as an ending point for this post, and as fuel for other people's imagination. We wanted to get a hotel room and I would be a hired masseur but also, obviously, a pure pervert. I am not a professional erotic masseur by any means but, if I put myself in the "amateur category", I'm definitely top tier. And how would this session work, when both parties are genuinely hidden perverts? Well, she'd want to drop the towel "by mistake", for example, but I'd be the one saying "Ma'am, if you get naked, I'd go naked too, there's no reason for me to oil my clothes!".

I will leave the rest to your imagination and thank you for reading till the end. I hope that you enjoyed it, you had a good time and now you have a big smile (or a big boner). It was a pleasure for me to write it as it was to read other posts, and I want to thank the whole community, writers and readers, for making this subreddit possible.