A number of years ago, on a hot summer afternoon, I was walking downtown near Canal Street when I spotted a hottie down the block, wearing a very low cut top. C cups were practically spilling out. When I got closer, she actually flagged me down. Turns out she was lost, and looking for a staffing office, she had an interview or something. She was supposed to be at Grand Ave in Queens, but was at Grand Ave in Manhattan. She asked me for subway directions, which i gave her, and somehow we still ended up on the same train.
We stood closely, and got off at the next stop together. Train departed, next thing you know, my arms around her, and her ass rubbing on my crotch. She was Guyanese Indian,in her late 40s, but had a killer body on a petite frame. I asked if she were married and she said yes. We talked dirty to each other there on the platform for the next half hour, as trains rolled in and out of the station. She grabbed my dick over my pants, I popped out a nipple and pinched it, I unzipped her pants and rubbed her pussy through her sheer panties. It was mid-day so the station wasn't that crowded, but other people definitely knew what was going on.
Eventually she said she had to go to work, and left with the promise to meet up again, this time at a hotel. That never happened, although she did give her number to me and we chatted several times afterwards on the phone. Eventually I stopped calling her, as it seemed we would never meet.
I know the thread says fucking married women, but man, random unexpected encounters like this are the best.