greetings fellow Philly Phreak

Tech_bonus glad to hear you are a home boy so my recounting my memories will hopefully be more enjoyable because of the local flavor. Penn is my favorite spot during the summer. As an avid upskirter, that's right I'm a full service perv, the absolute Best place in the city for panty viewing is that xando's coffee house next to the book store on Walnut. I'm talking about thr outside tables.I guess your familiarity with Philly surprises me because of your previous post complaining about a lack of success groping and grinding.
There's so much to do in the big city. It's been years since I tried to get off on the el or one of the trolley lines but I hope you have'nt squandered the great opportunities we've had the last couple of weeks because of the playoffs.. For example Monday outside Vet stadium 2 weeks ago when the playoff tickets went on sale for the Atlanta game. I was driving home after covering the night shift when I heard a radio report stating that coach Reid stopped by to see the fanatics who camped out all night to get tickets. My groper's sense started tingling as I imagined the kind of crowd that had posssibly assembled. I turned around and headed to the stadium. The crowd was only a few hundred people and growing but my spirits and other things were raised when I saw the high percentage of women who had shown up. I milled around the edges of the densely packed crowd trying to decide the best point of entry. See there was a somewhat orderly line stretched along the fence but they were too orderly and widely spaced to give me the cover I needed so I elected to join the rabble clustered around directly in front of the gate. I found out that security was calling out numbers to determine the next batch of lucky people to be let up and sold tickets. I dont't know to this day how they got their numbers or the plastic wristbands which security checked before allowing admission and I did'nt care. All I knew was that when I saw the first number called there was a concerted rush for the entrance which was wide enough for only one or two people at a time to enter. By the time the crowd settled down I had worked my way behind two unescorted girls, one tall and auburn haired with a pretty face complete with a light dusting of freckles. She was my target because her friend was not only plain but kind of a lard ass. We were on the outer edge of the crowd but as I had anticipated when the next group was called the surge surrounded us and plastered me against freckles. This was one of those crowds that was almost too tight. The speed of the surge caught me off guard so thatI was'nt positioned properly behind the girl. She had on a short pea coat barely covering her ass and grey sweat pants unfortunatly my dick was pressed into the heavy wool of the coat. Before wading into the crowd I had prepped for action. I unbutton ny long trench coat and pulled the waistband of my shorts below my balls not only decreasing the amount of fabric between me and my humpee but also giving my dick a little support for the (hopefully) hard work ahead. The next crowd surge gave me the chance to subtly lean back into the guy behind me and lift the tail of the coat enough to get my dick under it. The relatively thin sweats allowed her trim ass cheeks to envelope my throbing dick.
Freckles was'nt a player but it really did'nt matter. girls don't generally stand still in the cold. There was no teasing, rhytmic rocking but she did constantly lean into her friend, stamp her feet and generaly fidgit for the full 30 mins I was behind her. Each unintentional stroke, bump and nudge of her ripe young ass got me closer and closer to coming and squeezed out drop after drop of precum. After the next crowd surge I increased my enjoyment by sliding my hand down to cup her lower right butt cheek. I then started my favorite move, which I call the pulse.It is perfect for occasions when outright humping or grinding is impossible. There was just enough room so that i could start tensing, flexing and relaxing my ass and hip muscles. This serves to almost imperceptibly press your stiffened dick forward without a lot of overt motion. I was moments from coming when the next series was called. Freckles and her friend fatty started worming their way to the entrance. Now here I am with a screaming dripping hardon and I'm surrounded by dudes! At this point all I can do is close up my coat cross my hands in front of Mr Johnson and try not to goose any of these guys yechh!! Following freckles has brought me about 5 rows from the front. I had to get out of this pocket of guys. While moving sideways with the next surge I spotted my next target at the outer fringes of the crowd, a tall blonde soccer mom type. Happily she was dressed unseasonably wearing a thin red nylon track suit with a very tight slightly heavier nylon jacket. She was'nt alone however.She seemed to be with her mother and teenage son. As I watched them hesitatly enter the unruly crowd I matched my trajectory with theirs so that I would arrive at the gate where they seemed to be heading slightly ahead of them. It worked perfectly mom arrived in front of the gate about 7 rows back just after I did. She seemed to be having a great time laughing and joking with junior and grandma, not bothered at all by the pushing and shoving. The crowd was a lot more unruly knowing that the tickets were almost gone. I strained to keep a space about a foot deep in front of me and prayed that my adventurous little milf would slip into it. Bingo! she bounced into the spot and I caught the edge of the radiant smile she flashed to junior and grandma before I closed up tight up behind her. IT was sardine city again only more so. The crowd would not stand still the whole thing swayed. Perfect! My dick was pressed against her ass which felt wonderful. Maybe she was a runner because the muscle tone was even better than freckles had been.
Even though I was plastered against her my cock had'nt slid into her crack. I then remembered how tight her jacket had been. I looked over her shoulder and saw that she had both of her hands flat on the back of the stranger in front of her attempting to keep her balance in the swaying crowd. I then put my hands oh her back, as the crowd lurched my hands slid up her back taking the slick nylon jacket with them. My dick then slid into the deepest crease I've felt in a long time. I took one hand off her back and pressed it flat against her ass as the crowd motion ground me deeper into her. I then cupped my hand around that taut buttock and felt no panty line. If possible my dick got even harder. I pushed back a little and slid my dick out of her crack and onto her right buttcheek. I then did something I read one of you call the tomahawk where you press your flattened hand into her crack. I've always thought of it as just sticking my thumb up her ass. This manuver confirmed that the milf was wearing a thong. My dick was trying to burrow into that buttcheek so I slid it back into it's nylon home. Just the feel of sliding back and forth across that nylon was almost enough to make me cum. The next wave almost lifted her off her feet she squealed and I put both hands on her back near her armpits to steady her. She smiled over her shoulder and said thanks. I just nodded because the only sound I would have produced would have been a croak I was so turned on at how deeply my cock was wedged into her. Grandma and junior were along side us with junior closest and half turned away practically supporting all the older lady's weight. Junior's back and shoulder were pressed into my side. The mom turned in my grasp to give him some last minute instructions about paying for the tickets. Her turning served to place her right breast covered in two layers of nylon and a sports bra in the palm of my right. We were all pressed in so tight and she had evidently gotten so used to my hands on her I doubt that she even noticed. I sure noticed. I spread my legs to get maximum contact and started flexing into her ass even deeper than before. The next substantial lurch lifted her again and shoved everyone in our vicinity one or two steps to the left my right hand was now partially supporting her while pressed into her tit and her right leg was lifted off the ground pressing my hardon almost to her pussy. Soccer mom threw her head back, laughed and shouted something to her son. I have no idea what it was because I was having a shuddering, spasmodic orgasm as we continued being buffeted by the crowd. Their group number was called a few minutes later and she led her little group off without a backward glance. When I was younger I was obsessed with figuring out whether the women in these little adventures were accomplices or just clueless. I know freckles was clueless almost certainly soccer mom ? My ego would love to conclude that she was enjoying the ride as much as I was and that some of that constant chuckling and good humor was because of the experience we were sharing. Maybe. she could just as easily have been so caught up in the anticipatory excitment of aquiring her playoff tickets. Whatever the truth she's one of my favorite memories this year. T_b you just have to be alert to the possibilities. I've had great success at both pep rallies for the eagles at city hall. By the way two years ago at the pep rally for the Sixers Lakers playoff I had one of the Fox news anchors, Dawn Stensland's ass for a hot minute.
happy humpin
ps. Tech_bonus
have you ever gone on one of Penn's Walnut St. Walks?
pps. Rodz
I have'nt forgotten any of my 4yh of July stories
one million people on Ben Franklin Pkwy!!
They are just going to be a lot longer than this one
and I want to make sure I have the time to finish

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