It's amazing what you can get away with if people think you're blind. The idea came to me sometime in highschool after my mom got her pupils dilated for some eye exam. It seems like so long ago; I have trouble remembering some of the details, but basically my mom was stumbling around the house knocking into stuff. All I could think was, Hey, maybe I could use this to get a hold of some boobs. You know, I was like 17 and horny all the time.

So here I am: 34 and horny all the time. Still using a lot of the same old tricks, but of course I've picked up some new ones along the way. I learned pretty quick that one of those red and white walking sticks is a must. Obviously sunglasses are important too. I opted for some really shiny aviators so women couldn't see my eyes. They seemed to get exceptionally creeped out when they could tell I was staring at them while I was rubbing up against them on the bus. It also helps to be a little messy. I'm not saying that blind people are; I'm just saying it's easier to follow the stereotype when your shirt is off a button or there's ketchup all over the cuffs of your sleeves. I've learned it helps to trip a little when you're getting on the bus or the subway. Just try to look as pathetic as possible without looking overly handicapped. You don't want people offering to help -- that's how you end up having a seat chosen for you. No... you want to be able to get the prime spot standing behind some hot business lady in a tight skirt, so every time the bus hits a bump or goes around a corner your hand is smacking up against her ass. This one time -- hard stop -- bam, palming both of this chick's cheeks. And she apologizes to me!   

Now I don't want to sound too cocky, but I've molested well over two hundred and fifty girls over the last 17 years of my life. That's a conservative figure. I mean, if I was reckless I'm sure I could have gotten even more. I'm careful though. You get to riding the same bus or train everyday and people start to get suspicious as to why your hand always ends up by their vagina. I don't have time to remember every girl I grope, so the best plan is to spread around my encounters. That's not to say I haven't gotten caught.   

So I'm chasing down this hot brunette I saw at a McDonald's, smacking everyone in the shins with my stick while I half jog behind to keep up. Five blocks later I think I lost her, but a second later I can hear the clicking of her high heels echoing off the stairs down to the Blue Line subway. I start shoving my way down the stairs, through the crowd, in pursuit, and sure people are getting pissed, but once they see I'm blind, and maybe a little crazy they get out of the way quick. Yell something histarically about a missing kid, and even the toughest crowds start to part. I whip around a corner and get her back in sight. She slides her fair card through the reader and pushes through the turnstyle. I do my best "I'm blind and lost impression" and fumble around until I flop over a turnstyle -- If I wanted to pay for something like this I'd go to a strip club. I watch as the doors start to close on the subway, with that fine piece of ass on the other side, and with the last burst of speed I can muster, and swinging my walking stick waist high so people get the point, I fall in through the door just before it finishes closing. In no particular direction, I ask which bus I'm on. After a pause, someone tells me I'm on the Blue Line, and that it's a subway. I'm pretty sure my disguise is complete.   

I stagger around for a bit so that I can take up position behind my target. I can already smell her perfume, and quickly realize that the pants I'm wearing are going to make it very hard to hide my throbbing erection; first mistake of the day: wearing sweatpants. So now, as I make my way over to the spot behind her, I'm hitting people with two sticks. They're still getting out of the way, but now I'm starting to get some sour looks. A smart person would have given up at this point, or atleast been more careful. Here I am, though, thinking almost entirely with my dick, drawing way too much attention, and all that's on my mind is rubbing up against this girl. As the train pulls out, I intentionally fall forward. Score one for me. Not full on butt, but I got a nice feel of her bony hips. She reacts less than I expected. Around the first corner I pretend to fall down, hoping to get her to turn around so I can grab a hold of her tits. She only turns slightly, and all the tension is making me even harder. A stain is starting to leak through my sweatpants, and I'm trying to figure out my next course of action. This bitch just isn't cooperating. The subway is about to pull into the first station, and I'm starting to consider my first grab and run in weeks. But that's never as fulfilling as toughing out a fifteen minute ride, trying to outsmart your opponent. Sure it will give me some pleasure, but rushing off to some bathroom after so I can jack off just isn't the same. I want to finish here, with her. And that was my second mistake: being overly greedy. As the train stops, I cup my hand and gently and rythmically tap her ass. This is to give the illusion that it's just a bag or briefcase -- works more than you would think. The train stops, passengers exchange spots between outside and in, and my last chance to bail passes. The train starts up, and I use the old "Oh no, I'm falling backwards" trick to get a full reach around. I drop my stick and plant both hands firmly on her breasts. I hold on longer than I should, but not too long, the whole time gently grinding on her ass, and I am in heaven.   

Then, as I let go, I realize my third and fourth mistake -- she turns around and two things happen. First: we make eye contact. Usually I would be protected from this by my sunglasses, but apparently they fell off, probably at the turnstyle. Blind people rarely make direct eye contact because they don't know where to look. People may not actively think of this, or even know it, but when it happens, they know something is fishy. I immediately get a horrified look from her. And the second thing is: well, it turns out it's my sister. I realize that I never did get a good look at her face during all of this. My dick goes limp pretty fast, but the damage is already done -- I can feel it running down my legs, glueing my sweatpants to my leg hair. She lets out a gasp and yells, "MIKE!" Everyone turns; the mess running down the front of my pants is clearly visible, and people start to back away. I haven't seen Denise in months.Who would have thought we would meet like this? I just kind of stare at her, awkwardly, and, obviously, she is speechless. As the train pulls into the next station, I plan my escape. The voice over the PA system tells me that we're at the 22nd street station, and the "ding" sound lets me know that the door is opening. I give my sister a wry smile, check to make sure the train door is open, reach out and squeeze both her tits one last time, bolt for the exit, and smack her ass on the way by. A couple minutes later I'm flushing a load down one of the station's toilets.