Adultery Madhu's Day Out by OnlineSlut

[sarit11]

I didn't realize in which direction I was going. As I walked away, I could feel the wetness beginning to form between my legs. Unknowingly, I smiled. After so many Saturdays of exhibitionism, which had actually begun to become monotonous, I had a new experience. I was amazed at the amount of pleasure a momentary sighting of a low-class vendor's penis had given me.

I was actually thrilled, my heart thumping wildly as I looked around to zero in on my next -w,.'.

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I headed towards a part of the pavement where many vendors were gathered together and stood at the poster-w,.''s shop. Beginning my conversation with him, a young man (probably in his late twenties), I asked him to show me some Bollywood posters.

Kneeling down in front of the posters, I was ready for some more action when I felt someone move up next to me. A man had taken up the same kneeling down position on my right side.

"Show me that one," I heard him say as he instructed the poster-w,.'. Shit! Now I had to wait for him to leave before I could continue with my show or else involve him too. But I usually avoided educated men, preferring to exhibit myself to the –w,.'s.

OUCH!

As he withdrew his hands after examining a poster, the back of his left hand grazed forcefully against the side of my right breast. By the feel of it and the lack of any apology on his behalf, I knew for sure that it was intentional.

And before I could gather my thoughts, he did it again. As he extended his left hand to hold another poster, he made sure that it rubbed the side of my right breast. This time his motion was slower, the rubbing taking for a longer duration. Then as he examined the poster by bringing it closer, his hand stayed put against my breast.

Not expecting such a thing, I was just staring in front. The back of his left hand was firmly lodged in place, exerting a forceful push against the softness of my right breast. He moved his hand in a to and fro motion, as if he was examining the poster carefully, making my breast to move in the same manner. He was actually fondling my breast with the back of his hand!

He then returned the poster and moved to the other side, on my left. Repeating the same tactic, he now fondled my left breast with the back of his right hand as I remained frozen to the spot.

The feel of a stranger's hands on my breasts was having its effect on me. I felt myself flush with excitement. Feigning ignorance, I continued browsing through more posters, anticipating his next move.

There was an announcement on the public address system, "There is going to be a flash mob performance in the central park in five minutes."

Out of nowhere I felt a pull at my elbow, "Let us go." The man had pulled me up from my kneeling position and was taking me towards the central park.

"Wait...wh..at...ttt?" I squeaked after we had taken a couple of steps, trying to stop walking. But his firm and persistent pull made sure that I continued to stumble forwards.

He did not reply nor did he make any effort in explaining his action. Before I realized it, I was actually walking in front of him and he was pushing me. But his action was such that to anyone observing us, it would have seemed like he was my husband, and we trying to make our way through the heavy market rush.

Within a minute we were at the central garden. He was still firmly gripping my arm. I had initially grown apprehensive, what were his intentions, was he going to bang me? But we were in the middle of the busiest market of the city; there were too many people around for that sort of thing to happen. Slyly, I had let him guide me. A part of me wanted to know what he was up to, another part hoped that it better be good.