The Melbourne Cup - A Gropers Paradise

I think every groper I have ever seen was there. And since I saw most of them around the same area, I guess I had selected the plce for the best pickings.
But more about that in a moment. Let me tell those of you who don't know, what The Melbourne Cup is. Very simply, it is a horse race, held in Melbourne on the first Tuesday in the second week of November (don't ask me to explain that one, but today's cup is as early as it ever gets!). Melbourne (only) gets a public holiday to celebrate the climax of the Spring Racing Season, and some of the best stayers in the world come to compete for $M1+ prize money. And everyone, mainly those of us who know nothing about horses, flock to clebrate what has become an Ozzi tradition for nearly a century. Lots of booze, champagne breakfasts and champagne lunch and champagne... heck! just for the fun of it. Over 120,000 people flocked to the small Flemington Racecourse wearing fashion finery or just dressed up for fun.
It was a perfect day, and every serious chikan was there to celebrate the event. The chikan challenge: where do you start? is there time for a toilet break? have I had enough here and should i move on? Women of every shape and size were there. Alone. With their girl friends or friends from the office. With their husbands, boyfriends... whoever! And wearing satin, or soft silk... their finery. And everywhere you looked, they had plastic flutes in their hand guzzling wine and champagne. Bottles everywhere. And moving through the crowd an on going challenge.
I started off near where they were selling the wine and palmed a few chicks. But I was looking for that perfect arse, perfect breasts. So I moved through the crowd palming nearly every woman I passed, and breast stroking the women who pushed past me. One of my favorites of the day was a slim young blonde with hair coming down just below the shoulder. She was wearing a black halter style dress, it was backless and I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. Her size and black dress hid what I later confirmed, that she had the most beautiful breasts. I saw her coming toward me as I was following a young Indian girl who also had lovely breasts (no bra), but as the crowd was thinning, I did a quick U-turn and followed the blonde. As she (we) encountered the crowd, she had to slow down and push past peolple. And as she did that, I had my hand in place so that she pushed past my hand, and for about 5 minutes, I had "cup and hold" in play on and off and felt her nipple hardening and protruding. This game came to an end when she entered the members area, and I was left at the gate.
Before the cup, many people gathered around the enclosure where they showed off the horses and introduced the horses, riders and whoever else. The crowd was sometimes 4 or 5 deep. As I skirted the fence line looking for a suitable female, I noticed many of the chikans I had come across in my years of chikaning already in position either rubbing their cocks against the woman in front of them, or palming someone's inviting behind, or somehow making contact with their breast(s). I looked for my favorite, a young Asian, and found a group together, all about 18, dressed in their evening finery and hats to match, flutes with champagne in hand and joking and laughing with one another. Because the crowd was so thick, positioning myself near the one who interested me most was no easy matter, but once in position, everything was easy. First I ran my hand lightly across her round behind noting any reaction. There was none. Her butt was as I expected. I wanted to devour it. I palmed one of her butt cheeks for a while, then moved my cock into position agains her butt crack. I moved my hand around to her thigh, even a little to her front, and gently held her toward me, while I commenced a light humping motion. While she was obviously a little drunk and didn't notice me palming her or holding my hand on her thigh, I felt any vigorous humping would be too obvious, and I was enjoying myself anyway. My other hand was on the butt of one of the other girls, and it was just as beautiful as the one in front of me. But like all good things, this came to an end and everyone began to position themslves for the big race.
I had other successes here, and again when they were making the presentation. I noticed people began to leave after this and decided I would check the trains to see if they were crowded enough.
Sure enough, everyone was squeezing into the carriages, and then some. I decided to shift my focus to the trains and soon found a suitable group to squeeze together with in the train. By leaving early, I was able to make another 3 15 minute trips with enjoyable consequences every time.
And still it didn't end. After alighting from the train, I was able to get on a crowded tram and continue the experiences. I retuned and made another 3 trips on the trams. It was nearly 7pm when I decided to call it a day.
Now my only concern was to explain why my face and neck had become sun burnt!

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