My week of Muslim successes

I've always had a fascination with traditional Muslim women - especially after my happy experiences in Turkey. Perhaps because their strict, constrained upbringing makes them likely to be he more innocent, lustful and deprived, and therefore more welcoming for the chikan. Of course, the same upbringing can make them more pious, and fearful of Allah and therefore they have the will to resist chikan advances.
So when I see a Muslim woman in her traditional clothes, I am instantly fantasising that she may be THE ONE, and at the expense of possibly more suitable partners for me at the time, I devote my attention to her.
Last week, on the tram, two girls dressed in all black were seated next to one another. As I had just boarded, I started off standing near them, and then moved right next to them. They were jibbering away, and seemed oblivious to the fact that I had established my position next to the arm of the one sitting in the aisle seat. I didn't have to do much to make contact with her arm, left my cock resting there for a moment, then moved it away just a little.
I could see her try to look at me without turning her head, but she didn't move away. She immediately said something to her friend (in whatever language they were speaking - not English of course), who also tried to look at me without turning her head, and they immediately began to giggle, and joke as if to say "Fantastic! Just like back home!"
From that moment, I was able to freely hump her arm without any resistance. Unfortunately, they alighted two stops later. As they got up to leave, the second girl looked at me straight in the eyes, and smiled! I wonder if I will ever bump into them again?
Later, on the same route, I was on the return journey. There were a group of Muslim women chatting with a man. One of the women who was seated in the aisle seat, seemed to be out of the conversation, and a little bored. I rubbed myself against her arm. I could see she noticed, but kept looking straight ahead. I decided to try humping her arm, and moved closer so that my cock was resting just behind her upper arm. As I pushed closer, I commenced to hump, very slowly at first, then, encouraged by the fact that she didn't act uncomfortable and start adjusting her arm and position to free herself of me, I started humping in earnest, not too fast. Occasionally as people pushed past behind me, I would lift myself on my toes and let her enjoy the full length of my erection. When she ultimately got up to get off, she briefly made eye contact with me, then disappeared. It wasn't a look of anger or joy. So indifferent. I wonder what she was really thinking.
Then today, while waiting for a train, I noticed a number of Muslims also waiting. As the train approached, I saw one of them enter into a not-so-full carriage and grab a seat. She was the one I had favoured most as she had both hands free, not carrying any bags or parcels. I turned my attention to another one and followed her into her carriage. As I stood close to her, I noted that she was really beautiful. She had Asian features, but my experiences with Asian Muslims has never yielded success. She raised her arm away from any possible contact, and straightened her body putting her bag in a position between me and her to avoid any possible accidents. I knew I didn't want to waste time with her so at the next station I decided to change carriages and look for greener pastures.
The next carriage was fuller with many people entering making it even fuller. I noticed a young Muslim girl near the door, and waited until the last minute before entering so that I would be "stuck" near her. She was shorter than me, with good sized breasts, wearing the traditional scarf, glasses, and a three-quarter jacket buttoned to the top over her jeans.
I let the train adjust my position so that eventually my cock was brushing against her thigh. She didn't move away. I noted that her breathing had become a little heavier, so I knew she realised what was happening. Her arm was stretched past me holding on to the side rail, and I kept hoping she would bring it to her side and make contact with me. And then it happened. She moved her hand to get something from her bag, and her hand knocked against me. My heart was beating. Was she just testing my reaction? I moved a bit closer and waited. She then moved her hand back to the rail and again knocked against me.
It was an express service, so I was "stuck" against her for some time. I didn't want to start humping, as I wasn't certain if that would frighten her. Everything up to now had appeared as an accident and as a result of the crowded carriage. So she was exonerated, as was I.
The train stopped at one of the stations, and I had to squash against her to provide extra access for those wishing to exit. The whole of my cock was pressed down the front of her thigh. The temptation to hump now was very high, but I held back. I noticed that her breast was pressing against my chest. I took my hand furthest from her and brought it to my chest so that it was now pressing against her breast too. I could feel that her breast was full and firm. She was wearing no bra. Believe me, the temptation to turn my hand around and cup and caress her was great! I resisted that temptation, even though I might have got away with it, but not without her noticing and frightening her.
The doors closed, and we resumed our positions, but this time she turned her body toward me so that she was almost directly facing me. It was as if she wanted to press against my cock with her pussy. Well I'm not the type to say "no" to a lady, so I turned the extra bit toward her and let my cock slide across her upper thigh toward her pussy. Finally we made contact and I tried to push that bit harder to make it worthwhile for her, still not humping. All this time she had her face turned away looking out of the train and while she had a few inches to adjust her position and move her body away, she didn't.
The crowd in the carriage, being much thinner than at the start of the journey and was not conducive for maintaining that close position where I was pressed against her pussy and her breasts against my chest, so I moved away slightly and assumed a position more reasonable. My cock was now only resting against her thigh, and I noticed her take a gasp of relief, yet satisfied. She turned her body slightly, happy to leave my cock resting against her. She looked down at her bag hanging down from her shoulder furthest from me, then again moved her other hand toward to her bag, and again knocking against my cock. I loved it. Again I hoped she would drop her hand by her side so that she could really enjoy me. I decided to move into the way of her hand, so that she could not stretch it easily across to the side rail, and would be resigned to dropping it to her side. A good tactic, except I have noticed with most Muslims, they have been trained never to do this, and nearly always, keep their arm/hand across their body, toward their shoulder, clutching the strap of a shoulder bag they all seem to carry.
She did exactly this, and so my "clever" move basically ended the adventure as she didn't return her hand (and knock against my cock again), nor did she drop her hand as I had hoped. Although I was still resting against her thigh, she no longer was pulling herself against me by holding on to the rail. As the train had now assumed the non-express part of the journey, many kept alighting from the train at subsequent stations, so standing even at this distance was no longer acceptable. I alighted at the next stop, and returned.

Ozzi

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