18 F4M I let him grope me in public, and it turned me on more than I expected

We were standing behind a crowded bar, dim lights, music pulsing, and his hand slowly slid around my waist. At first, it was subtle—just a soft graze of fingers down my back. But then he pressed his palm to my ass, firm and deliberate. I didn’t stop him. In fact, I leaned back into it. That shock of being touched in public, where anyone could see, made my skin tingle.

He didn’t say anything, just kept holding me while we swayed to the beat. When he moved his hand between my thighs and gave the lightest squeeze, I nearly gasped out loud. The room around us faded. All I could feel was the way his fingers teased the edges of my limits. It was risky, wrong, and so hot I was throbbing by the time we left.