Karen was glad to be finally done with her conference in Rome, Italy. She and the other two women she was with had been sightseeing in Rome all day today. As late afternoon appeared they finished their tour at the far reaches of the city, had a drink at an outside bar, and were ready to head back to their hotel and get refreshed before dinner. They headed for the Rome Metro, a subway that was their preferred mode of travel that day as it had a stop just out front of their hotel. It would be about a 40 minute ride as her hotel was the first stop. The subway platform was very crowded as a local plant had just finished work for the day and the workers were headed home. When the train arrived Karen was behind the other two women and followed them into it. Just as she started to step into the car, a group of workers pushed in, forcing her back. The doors closed in her face.
Karen knew that that the next train would be at the platform in 15 minutes and she texted her companions and let them know what had happened and not to wait for her. As she stood waiting for the train she told herself that she would not be pushed out again. The train arrived on time and as soon as the doors opened she rushed towards the door, pushing her way inside. She looked around and unfortunately all the seats were taken and she had to stand in the middle of the full car, but at least she had made it. She reached up and took one of the straps available for those standing. Shortly the train started off with a slight jolt.
Karen thought to herself that she was glad she wasn't carrying a purse to keep up with in the crowd, instead having a small pouch around her neck hanging next to her stomach under her T-shirt with her ID and money in it. She was also glad she was wearing shorts as even though the car was air conditioned against the July Italian heat, it was having trouble keeping the temperature down with all the people in it.
The ride was smooth and the noise level around her wasn't bad, even though the car was completely full. The people talking were jovial, as they had just gotten off work for their weekend. Karen herself was in a great mood enjoying the buzz she had gotten off her strong drink and thought ahead to tomorrow's activities and enjoying the rest of her vacation.
As Karen stood, deep in thought, she felt pressure against her substantial right breast. She shifted a little to the left to give whoever it was against some room. The pressure continued and it became obvious it was a hand when it reached around and cupped her breast. Out of instinct her right arm came up and pushed the hand away as she looked down and around for the owner. It was basically impossible to tell who it belonged to as everyone was so crammed into the car and she really couldn't turn around. Karen took that moment to look around her as best she could and discovered she was probably the only woman in the car, surrounded by workers from the local plant.
At first she was panicked to be surrounded by men, as she had heard that Italian men tended to be very handsy and loved curvy Blondes, but upon reflection she quickly decided that one groper wasn't likely to be a big issue. He probably was just taking advantage of the situation for a quick feel. About that time, the hand returned. Karen started to knock it away but knew it would just come back so she stopped. She decided that he wasn't really doing any harm, so she would let him get a feel. She thought to herself that men were the same everywhere, like her husband says "Guys like big tits".
Karen definitely had big tits. She was about 5'8" and what some folks would call "thick", with a 40DD chest and smaller hips. While not fat, she was big boned like Anna Nichole Smith. In fact, she looked a lot like her with lots of blonde hair.
The hand had been really kneading Karen's tit when it stopped and she felt it move down the front of her T-shirt. Then it started back up, but under the shirt. Again she started to stop it, but decided to let it roam. This time it squeezed her bra covered tit. About that time she felt a hand on the opposite side move up under her shirt and to her left tit. From the angle she could tell it was a different groper! She was shocked but figured it would do no good to protest. After a while she felt a hand come up under the back of her shirt where it slowly released the snaps on her bra. The hands on her bra covered tits felt the loosened bra and quickly took advantage of it, moving onto her bare tits and exploring them.
Karen was unbelieving that these two guys were taking advantage of her, right here in public. But she told herself to calm down, this wasn't her first rodeo, she was a mature woman who had led a varied sex life including visits to adult theaters and swing clubs. She was not a prude. And even though she really didn't want to admit it, it was turning her on to have strange men that she couldn't even see groping her. She thought to herself "What the hell, no one knows me here". But she worried a little how far it would go.
About that time as if in answer to her thoughts the hand on her right tit slid down her bare belly and started lightly rubbing the crotch of her shorts. In a short time it reached up and undid the snap, pulled down the zipper and then plunged into them, working its way down into her panties. Warm fingers quickly found Karen's shaved pussy and parted the moist lips, lightly rubbing her clit area and occasionally thrusting into her pussy. She felt someone else's hand move to her right tit. Now there were 3 gropers!
