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Istanbul

Feather. Your story mentioning Turkey reminded me of the great time I had in Istanbul. The city has a rail system that runs through the centre of the city to the markets and port. It was a Sunday, and I don't know if this is how it is every other day, but every carriage was crowded. I decided to make a day of it travelling to and fro on the train making the most of the many opportunities available.
As I boarded and squeezed into the carriage, I noticed one woman surrounded by men. I sensed something strange at the time, but couldn't put my finger on it (excuse the pun). She was holding on to pole in the centre and I moved close. She was darkish (as Turkish women are), about 24, wearing a shortish, almost tight dress. I could see she was wearing very little underneath and couldn't wait to try myself out on this Turkish temptress. As I tried to position myself in the crowded carriage, I noticed not one, but three other men already had the same idea, and were busy rubbing themsleves and humping her. She seemed to be lapping the whole thing up, not trying to move away, a look of concentration and eyes dreaming. If I would have known better, she may have been crushing her thighs together squeezing her clit and accentuating her own experience. I noticed one of the men had his zipper undone and he was fumbling to get his hard one out. The others were close against her. I was close to her spare hand and wanted to rub against her hand. But I couldn't angle myself to get to her.
But I figured if she was liking it, then she wouldn't mind my hand rubbing her breasts. So I boldly reached straight for her ample, breast and cupped it. I could feel she was not wearing a bra underneath and it was firm and round, her nipple hard against my palm. She didn't show any reaction so I continued to massage her breast. I decided to become even bolder, and moved my hand down to her pussy area and see what I could find there. I could feel her bushiness under my hand and was contemplating what I should do next when suddenly she decided to alight. Considering we had been at the station for almost the maximum time between stops, I can only guess she was trying to maximise her experience to the last possible moment. I palmed her backside as she squeezed past.
On reflection, what I did was extremely dangerous. I don't speak any Turkish and didn't really understand their cultural norms. I have heard that the police there can be brutal and often don't ask questions first. I would have been in a dangerous position had she complained or if I had got caught with my boldness. But at the time, I was undeterred and proceeded to change platforms to take a train back in the opposite direction and look for my next consensual partner.

I will write more about some of my Istanbul experiences.

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