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 If you ever find yourself at the city limits of Grover's Paradise, you'll
likely see the handiwork of some happy vandal.  The letter V in the word
Grover's is usually replaced with the letter P.  The same is often true
when the locals say the name.  Groper's Paradise.  To be a woman in
Groper's Paradise can be a very trying thing on a day when the male
population is feeling frisky.  You see, it's socially acceptable in that
city for a man to touch and fondle a woman's body even against her will,
even out in public.  There are a lot of social conventions governing the
act of groping.  You can't simply walk up to a woman on the street and grab
her tits.  That's a good way to get your head kicked in by any man watching
even if he's a voracious groper himself.  No, you have to know where, when
and to what extent it's allowed.  If you know the rules though, it's a
playground of tits and ass for any wandering hand.

   There is no code of groping conduct written down anywhere, there's more
of a silent agreement amongst the locals that has been developed over many
years.  Break it and it's bad news, an ass kicking or maybe even jail time.
Stick to it and you're free to enjoy the benefits of a town where women
will allow you to touch them.  They don't do it willingly, they're just
adapted to it.

   So what are those rules?  Well, maybe it would be more fun to follow a
lovely lady around and explain by means of example.  It's easy to find a
likely candidate in this town, lovely women are everywhere.  Let's start
with a pretty, pretty brunette.  At first glance, exceptionally cute, but
after a moment of finding her adorable, she looks a bit more of a
sophisticated beauty.  Very light brown hair, long and loose.  Bright blue
eyes.  She has a fairly slim figure but with a surprisingly well rounded
derrierre and breasts that, while not even quite mediums, stand out from
her torso in a way that demands attention.  That svelte body, punctuated
with remarkable curves is adorned today in a fairly tight fitting, light
blue top and a pair of darker blue shorts that accentuate her buttocks
phenomenally.  On any normal day, this plain but striking look would be
expected to turn heads.  Unfortunately for our young victim, I mean
subject, she has chosen to wear it on the wrong day.

   Leaving her apartment, the luscious young lady, Louann, walked with all
confidence and pride.  It wasn't very long at all before her positive
outlook would be fondled out of her.  In fact, she wouldn't even get to the
ground floor of her building untouched.  On the elevator, she smiled and
nodded to Gary, who lives one floor above her.  He returned the greeting
before she turned around.  Once the doors closed, Louann was momentarily
surprised to feel Gary palm her right buttock.  "Oh!" It was the only sound
she made.  So it was one of those days.  There was no rhyme or reason to
them, no pattern that can be made out.  Then, without warning, men all over
the city would all seem to decide that it was a good day to take advantage
of their town's peculiar custom.

   With a soft grin, Gary gently moved his hand in a circle around that
firm young butt cheek.  Louann did her utmost to ignore it.  She didn't
even look back.  She certainly didn't say a word.  Normally this guy was
friendly and happy, but on a groping day, he was just another pair of
hands. He doesn't even talk to the women he touches.  He just goes about
fondling their bodies.  Louann's expression was one of irritation more than
anything else as he began squeezing her bottom.  He got close to her and
his hand never left her body.  His other hand reached around and took a
place on her firm young titty.  She glanced down at it and sighed angrily
as he fondled and caressed and cupped her in two places.  Then, at the
third floor, the elevator stopped and so did Gary.  To grope a woman on the
elevator may be acceptable, but only when it's closed.  The doors opened to
allow Mister Greene to enter.

   Louann held stock still in anticipation.  What would Mister Green do? 
Anything?  The instant the doors closed, Gary's hand was back at her ass.
Mister Greene was not typically a groper even on a groping day, but seeing
it happen, he took his opportunity and Louann had to quietly endure the
touch of two different men's hands on her butt until they reached the
ground floor.

   Again, the moment before the doors opened, the men took their hands from
her.  Already irritated with what had happened, and knowing that it would
only happen again, Louann stomped out the building and drove away.  At
least she did have her own car.  Public transportation is another groping
area and there it doesn't matter if there's onlookers.

   She did need gas though, so before she got more than a couple blocks
away, she stopped at a convenience store.  After gassing up and going in,
she grumbled at the wait.  The line at the register was already four
people. It presented another challenge besides just waiting though. 
Standing in line is another accepted spot for groping.  There were a couple
men in the place looking around or getting sodas, but no one hurried to get
behind her even though they all wanted to.  That kind of thing wasn't
polite.  No, they took their time as they normally would, and one lucky guy
ended up behind our lovely Louann.  She didn't even realize there was
anyone behind her until he gave her lovely ass a little pinch.  Apart from
a quick intake of breath, she made no sound.  She didn't even look back as
whoever it was squeezing her butt.  The line moved and the groping stopped
momentarily as they all stepped forward.  Then that hand was right back on
her again.  The unseen stranger grabbed her butt, then his hand slid down
one of her thighs and back up.  She begrudgingly accepted the fondling
until she got the register finally.  As she paid, she was left alone, as
was customary.

   She'd been handled on the elevator.  She'd been handled at the gas
station.  You'd think that she would exercise some common sense and go home
for the day.  She'd be out of reach there and, like every woman living in
their exceptional town, Louann hated being touched and groped by strangers.
She didn't go home though.  She followed through on her plans for her day
off, some shopping and wasted time.  She headed to a shopping center and
let her worries drop.

   For a while her good mood lasted.  She went from store to store without
finding anything too wonderful at first.  Then, at just another clothing
store, she was looking over some skirts that were fairly close to the
changing rooms.  A grumpy husband was there waiting for his wife when he
spotted the lovely young derrierre on unfortunate Louann.  Waiting until
she was leaning forward a bit, he patted her bum admiringly.  Louann
groaned at the touch, knowing that she was a target there.  She glanced
over her shoulder at the balding, portly gentleman.  He made eye contact
without concern and even gave her a friendly smile.  She turned her
attention back to the clothes she was looking through as he continued to
squeeze her buns, more and more boldly with every second.  He had reached
around her to take a handful of tit just as his wife came out.  "Henry, you
leave that poor girl alone." She didn't sound overly upset, and Henry was
not too abashed at all.  He did take his hands off of her though.

   Louann was happy to be rescued, but she could tell that this was going
to happen more than once while she was out.  She decided that nothing she
had seen in that store would suit her at all.  Whether that was because she
genuinely disliked it, or whether she had just been put off of it by that
grabby hand, even she didn't know.  She walked out of that store and found
herself in another where, after a few fun minutes, she had her bottom
patted vigorously as a man walked by.  It didn't matter if it was clothes,
music or bath salts that she was looking at.  In just about every other
store, someone took a feel of her lovely young body, and every time she
blushed and fumed silently.  Most were just momentary pats or grabs, but
some took a little bit of time with her.  It was never even quite a solid
minute though, not in store.

   A longer grope took place while she was on the escalator, a man right
behind her firmly squeezed one cheek and the other, back and forth until
she stepped off.  It was a slow moving escalator too.  Most of them, along
with the elevators in Groper's Paradise, were slow, allowing time enough
for fun.

   In one store a pair of happy young men were on either side of her and
each took a boob in hand and fondled her for over half a minute.  Later,
while she was leaning forward over a glass case of cheap necklaces, one
particularly bold guy actually pulled her waistband back, put his hand down
her shorts, and grabbed a loving handful of her right ass cheek.  Since she
was wearing a thong, it was skin to skin and she muttered a few curses
under her breath.

   She had a few nice things and the pleasure of having spent some money,
but the touches were getting to her.  So she decided to have lunch.  The
food court would provide a good break.  No one would lay a hand on her
while she was sitting and eating.  It just wasn't a groping place.

   That was true of course, but she didn't realize until it was too late
that to get her food during the lunch rush meant a long wait in line.  She
got in line and sighed at the wait since she was hungry.  After a little
bit, hunger was not the greatest of her worries.  Once she realized someone
was standing behind her, she hoped that it wasn't a man, and if it was,
that at least it wasn't a groper.  No such luck.  He started with a good
pinch to her pert butt, and her eyes shot open.  He didn't waste any time.
He had both hands on her ass, rubbing and fondling gleefully.  She glanced
over her shoulder at him.  He was tall, and not bad looking but too old for
her.  The line moved up, so for a moment contact was broken.  Only for a
moment.  As soon as they were both standing again, he reached both hands
around her to take hold of her boobs.  Groping in line was usually just ass
pats, not boob groping.  More discreet that way presumably, even though
discretion was not the focus of any happy groper.  This boob fondling
wasn't against the rules though.  It just took a bolder groper than normal.
He squeezed and cupped and petted her tits.  A few people noticed, and
Louann blushed even more at the quick glances away or, worse yet, the
smiles from women who seemed not to mind seeing another woman in a
stranger's hands.  The line moved up.  Right after they got up there, just
two more people to wait for, Louann felt him pressed right up to her. 
Again he reached around and fondled her chest, even more vigorously.  She
really wished these people would give their orders faster!  The stranger's
left hand released her tit and slid down her body to have some more fun
with her butt.  She couldn't help squirming a bit as this guy enjoyed her,
one hand full of tit, the other full of ass.  The line moved up.  Again it
was two handed tit fondling.  Louann tried to pretend it wasn't happening.
As far as the social conventions of their town were concerned, it wasn't
happening.  He was so insistently enjoying her tits though.  At last!  The
last person ahead of her was done.  That meant it was her turn to order and
the hands would be gone.

   Louann got her food and took a seat.  The meal wouldn't be interesting
to the story at all if it weren't for the fact that some idiot thought he
could get by with breaking the rules.  It's rare, but it happens that some
men break from tradition.  It was in fact the first time that it had ever
happened to Louann.  Imagine her surprise when, in the middle of lunch,
when she should have been untouchable, some young moron casually stepped
over and grabbed her breast.  "Hey!" She wasn't quiet this time.  She
pushed his hand away, though he only laughed.  He only got to laugh for a
moment.  Just a couple tables away was the same guy that had groped Louann
in line, and he wasn't standing for that any more than she was.  The rule
breaker shortly had his arm twisted around his back.  "Apologize to the
lady!"

   "Okay, okay!  I'm sorry!"

   It was like that in Grover's Paradise.  The twisted logic of the rules
made contradictions out of a lot of men.  The ones that were the most eager
to take advantage of the accepted groping were often the first to protect a
woman from any illicit touching.  Greedy gropers one moment, gallant
defenders the next.  Not that it happened often.  Along with any potential
ass kickings (and there were a few more men waiting for their turn at
disciplining the moron), there was also the law.  Two security guards saw
the commotion and were over to break it up quickly.  Once the situation was
explained though, they handcuffed and took away the offender.  Louann was
more than happy with the thought of him spending a few weeks or maybe even
a couple months in jail.

   She offered no thanks to her rescuers and they didn't expect any.  It
was oddly encouraging to her to have her honor defended like that, so it
was with happy heart that she returned to her shopping.

   It wasn't long before she was in a shoe store.  Looking over the
footwear, she was only mildly surprised at the pat to her bottom that was
accompanied by a very genuine, "Can I help you miss?"

   The touch was only momentary, but it made her nervous.  It wasn't very
many store employees that had the cojones to touch up their female
customers.  The ones that did, however, didn't need any special groping day
for an excuse.  An attractive woman was never safe from their hands while
she was shopping.  Not a lot of men worked in women's clothing stores or
shoe stores in Grover's paradise though.  The trouble was that the "Can I
help you" groper, would always be very expert at their job.  Still, Louann
had had more than enough of men's hands on her posterior for the day
already, so she answered, "I think I've found what I want."

   "Oh these?  Certainly you'd be more interested in the open toed, red
heels we have on sale over this way."

   "Uuh...  It's not exactly what I was looking for." She did follow him
though, and they were wonderful.  They'd go perfect with the new dress
she'd planned to wear on the weekend.  She couldn't quite hide her
enthusiasm.

   "You're a size six and a half?"

   "Uhm, yes."

   It couldn't be helped.  She was his.  With a happy hand on her butt, he
guided her to a seat.  The shoes were perfect.  That was what she tried to
concentrate on.  The sales clerk slipped her shoes off and carefully slid
the fancy new ones on, sliding his hand up and down the back of each of her
calves as he did so.  "Try them out," he said helpfully, as he helped her
out of her seat with another quick pat to her derriere.  Louann was
surprised that these weren't just beautiful, they didn't feel bad at all.
She stopped at the little mirror, right where her friendly helper was
waiting.  As she admired her shoes, he cupped her left breast a little. 
"I'll take them," she said with half a smile about the purchase and half a
smirk about the hands.  Of course he helped her changes shoes again,
enjoying the feel of her legs a second time.  Her butt took another pat
when she stood and one last, real good, grab when she at the counter. 
"Come back soon," he said sincerely.

   Louann figured she had already splurged almost past her limit.  She
started the long, happy trek back.  Since she was out in the open, there
were no hands.  The only escalator she got on was going down, so she wasn't
in much danger there, and no one got on behind her anyway.  She would have
been free from any further unwanted touching if it weren't for the
unfortunate fact that she faced when she got back to her car.  "Oh no!  I'm
so stupid!" She had locked her keys inside.  She was prone to that
particular mistake.  She'd done it once or twice most months.  So she
phoned for a lock service to get her into her own vehicle.  At least the
weather was nice.

   It was a shorter wait for the truck than she expected, and she waved to
it exuberantly.  She was desperately whispering to herself, "Let it be a
woman, let it be a woman, let it be a woman." Her hope was not far fetched
either.  In Grover's Paradise there were more women in traditionally
masculine jobs than in most other towns by far.  Mechanics, construction
workers, firefighers.  A woman did not arrive this time though.  The man
that got out was tall and slightly chubby, with a thick beard and
ridiculous sunglasses.  "You need in your car?" he asked as though she
might have called for any other reason.

   Louann sighed.  Maybe he wasn't the groping type.  No such luck.  It was
another gruellingly embarrassing scenario for her to suffer through before
she could get safely home.  It was a given, a man in his profession, or
virtually any profession, rescuing a damsel in distress, however mundane a
rescue, was entitled to enjoy said damsel.

   He looked through the driver's side window real close.  "Those your
keys?" He motioned for her to check

   She almost told him that they couldn't very damn well be anyone else's,
but she knew that he would only take longer and take more advantage if she
didn't make it easy for him.  She got as close as he did to that window,
holding her hands around her eyes to see past the glare.  The lock guy's
hand, of course found one of her enticing butt cheeks for a quick but
enjoyable pat and rub.  "That's them.  Can you get me in?"

   So he went to work and proved himself to be fast and efficient.  Before
long he had her keys in one hand and the bill for the job in the other. 
Louann saw the total and groaned.

   He smiled in a friendly way and told her, "Let's see what kind of
discount I can give you." Hearing that, Louann groaned again.  In exchange
for that discount, her lovely body would be enjoyed thoroughly and openly.
By the conventions of their odd society, she wasn't even entitled to
refuse. She just shrugged and looked at him with narrow, irritated eyes. 
He moved toward her and she instinctively backed up, finding her back
against her car.  Then she just sighed and closed her eyes, wondering what
was first.  She felt his hands on her tits, cupping and lifting them. 
"Four," he mumbled, counting up the dollar amount he would take off the
bill.  Louann wondered if there were really some policy measuring this, or
if they just made it up as they went along.

   Her eyes were still closed when she heard him move to her side and slip
a hand around her to get a grab of her right cheek.  "Seven," he said. 
Louann hoped that he wasn't going to take long.  She also hoped that he
would at least leave the front of her pants alone.  When she felt him
lifting her shirt, her eyes snapped open and she stared down at her own
bared tits.  "Fourteen," she heard the happy voice say.  She looked at him
but couldn't exactly make eye contact since he was staring at her tan lined
boobies.  He had this big goofy grin as he took in the sight.  Louann felt
a hot rush of indignation.  To be felt up was one thing.  To have her
anatomy exposed like this, right out in public, was something else.

   Her tits were covered again though when the locksmith's hands rested on
them.  She let out a little squeal, "NnN!" Her head twitched to the side.
She just couldn't look.  While it had happened to her before of course, it
was very uncommon for anyone to so blatantly take advantage of her.  And
this was a man's hands directly on her tits!  Skin to skin!  He fondled her
softly as he muttered, "Twenty six." Hearing that, she expected him to let
go, but he kept it up a bit.  His hands explored her breasts happily. 
Granted since they weren't big at all, that was only a bit of exploration,
but he seemed happy to revisit every inch of them a few times.  The gentle
touch got more demanding as it became a moulding, kneading grope.  He let
go, but only for a moment before taking her nipples in between her fingers
and pulling and rolling them.  That went on for not quite half a minute
before he was cupping and squeezing her tits again.  Finally she let her
agitation show.  "Aren't you done yet?"

   "Sure.  Just give me a little more ass and then we'll settle up."

   She flared with an angry blush at the way this guy could do what so few
other gropers could.  No every day groper could talk to a woman he was
playing with like that.  Louann yanked her top back down as she told him,
"That was quite a bit.  What am I up to?"

   "Oh yeah," like he hadn't considered it.  "Uh, thirty two I guess.  Now
turn around."

   She gritted her teeth, gave him the evil eye and then obeyed.  She put
her hands on the car and leaned forward a bit.  He pulled her shorts down
and again, she made a funny noise of embarrasment.  "hhHn!  Oh!" Her thong
clad ass was bared right out on the street.  How many people had walked by
and looked?  At least no one could just stop and enjoy the show.  That was
quite against the rules.  She had no doubt that plenty of people slowed
down as much as politeness allowed for a look at her body.

   A pinch was given to her delightful, rounded, young butt.  "Hey!"

   Of course, her complaint didn't result in any mercy.  Glancing over her
shoulder, she saw the mischiveous grin he had as he pinched her other
cheek. "You don't like that?"

   "Can you just get this over with?"

   He had to pinch her one more time, then he took a good two handed grab
of her bare buns.  He squeezed and fondled her derrierre happily for a
minute or two while she tried and failed to hold still for him.  Once he
was done, he slipped her shorts back up for her, which she took as the
compliment it was.  She turned and clutched her arms around herself
defensively.  He thought a minute as he added up that last bit of fun. 
"Thirty seven total I'm taking off your bill." He figured it up and handed
it to her.  Right on the bill there was a printed line that read T & A
discount.  Next to it he had written in the number thirty seven.  Louann
wrote out a check for the difference and thanked him for the prompt
service. "It was my pleasure," he told her.  "Really.  This has been my
best stop for weeks."

   Despite her irritation at having her body used like that, she enjoyed
the compliment.  She tried not to, wanting to be a proud woman, but she had
a little grin at being given such high status in the measurement of a man
who obviously considered himself a connoiseur of gropability.

   As she drove home, she distracted herself from the day's discomforts by
enjoying the idea of wearing her new purchases over the course of the next
few days.  And what's more, those days would be grope free.  One groping
day never followed another.  There was always at least two days in between,
and usually more.