Johnny Bates

me, moving in unison with me to the music. I soon discover the stranger is a man for I can feel an unmistakable hardness pressing into the crease between the cheeks of my arse. Far from being alarmed I am reveling in the feeling, I can't help myself and I push my buttocks back against him. He responds by grinding into me in time to the music. His hands stroke upwards, over my ribcage until they graze over my tits, seeking out the hardness of my nipples under the flimsy material of my skimpy vest top. My eyes roll involuntarily at his actions. He has unobstructed access as my arms are in the air, above my head. I don't put up any resistance and he takes this as a signal to let his hands explore further. He wastes no