One of my favorite annual traditions is going to see the town square tree lighting ceremony. The people are usually packed in there pretty tight, and that’s not a problem, you just expect it. This year however I was shocked when I felt my skirt being lifted up from behind and some hands roaming over my buttocks and then slipping into my panties from behind and rubbing my clit. I tried to turn around and move and get away, but it was so tightly packed, I really couldn’t move. It was dark, other than the Christmas lights, and there were lots of children around, so I didn’t want to make a scene and have anyone see anything that could upset them for life. So there I stood, being groped by God knows who.
It sounds awful to be fondled against your will, but I cannot say it didn’t feel good. They knew just how to rub a pussy. I kept trying to turn around and see who it was, but there was no use. There were caroler’s on stage, the lighting of the tree, and there I was getting my clit rubbed in a crowd of many hundreds of people. I just let them do it, it was the easiest thing to do. I knew I was going to cum if they kept it up and I was biting my lip and literally quivering on the verge of an orgasm.
They rubbed me back and forth and back and forth and all of a sudden that orgasm welled up inside of me and I came in a gush. I knew their hand would be soaked and they continued to lightly rub me through my orgasm. Then I felt the hand pull away and the crowd started to break up and there I was, flushed and breathing hard, looking around to see who’d rubbed my pussy. I had no idea. I am sure I never will. What an odd Christmas experience.
