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Don't grope women
When I was in my early 20s I used to work late along with a few other young people in the office. Sometimes we'd get a little silly and play pranks on our co-workers who weren't there, like we'd rearrange everything in their cubicles, or change their screen saver to a porno image. That kind of thing.
One night I noticed a guy friend standing up about 5 cubicles away. I was bored so I walked over. He was in the cubicle of this woman. I knew he was sort of hot for her. She was sitting at her computer staring at the screen. He was behind her massaging her shoulders. They weren't talking or anything, she continued to stare at the screen while he continued to massage. I saw an opportunity for a prank. I quietly tapped him on the shoulder. I held a finger to my lips signaling he shouldn't speak. I moved my hands to where his had been on her shoulders. He then backed quietly out of the cubicle. Haha. She had no idea I was now massaging her shoulders. I knew my guy friend would do something to reveal he wasn't there anymore. Meanwhile, I start ramping up the massage. I started caressing her neck. I ran my fingers through her hair. I lightly touched her cheeks and her lips. This was becoming an entirely sensual massage. Then I went in for the kill. I lowered my hands onto her blouse and cupped her boobs. I swirled my fingers over the little bumps of her nipples. She was swooning. Then her phone rang. She let it ring a few times before picking up. It was my guy friend. He was calling from his cubicle. He asked if he could come by and borrow her stapler. She said, "Yes, sure come on by..... AAAARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!" She let out a horrifying scream as she realized he wasn't the one massaging her. She jumped up from her chair and turned around to see me. She started bashing me with the phone. She was yelling like I've never seen a woman yell before. She started crying. My guy friend came racing over. He asked what was wrong. She started yelling at him and hitting at me again. Um... yep... that didn't go so well... I'm sort of lucky. If I tried a prank like that today I'm sure she would have sued for sexual harassment and I would have been fired and maybe arrested. As it turns out she told everyone in the office what happened and they forever branded me as a creep. Probably well deserved. A few months later I quit - which was the right thing to do. Lesson learned, don't grope women. |
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my gf often teases me to grope her while we are out with my friends. trying to not be caught, I put my hand under her shirt to grab her brare boobs but, also in front of other, I grab her breast on her dress. For example, we go out to a pub and, while we are sitting and chatting at the table, I hug her and I slide my hand on her shirt until I grab her breast. I become so aroused in this case and she loves when I play with her also in front of others
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I've posted this elsewhere so this is a copy paste, still my experience though.
Not quite the same but here's my story. Every word of the following incident is true with absolutely no exaggeration anywhere. It happened quite a few years old back when I was in school. To avoid divulging details, I will refrain from saying what kind of a school it was except that it was a health related profession and it was outside of the United States. In the first year of my program one of the subjects that we had was Physiology which had two sections one was the coursework and then there was the applied section. This was the part where we actually learned techniques which would be later applied in clinical settings. This involved learning to draw blood, doing various blood counts so on and so forth. For the ease of handling a large group of students that we were, the applied section classes were usually divided into groups of two with each group doing one half of the session and then the two groups would switch. The particular health profession I was in was for some reason always dominated by females, so when the two groups were created I was the only male among 18 people. As much as I hated being the only guy versus 17 girls retrospectively I think I got lucky as most of these were good looking chicks with great bodies. The ones who weren’t very good looking still had very doable bodies and there were a few who were not good looking nor did they have great bodies, but they still had decent tits (fat tits are still decent tits ) So this one particular afternoon we were supposed to learn about testing the common reflexes and artificial respiration methods. Now you may think that this is going down the mouth to mouth route, but let me assure you it isn’t. Our school didn’t believe in using dummies and usually picked a few students from each group each year to act as volunteer dummies. This was limited to males because it was assumed that males are devoid of shame anyways. Now I being the only male in my group meant I was going to have 17 females use me to practice methods and techniques they were doing for the very first time. To make a long story short, after finishing the reflexes we started with the artificial respiration. I remember one particular technique involved standing (or sitting, as the case may be) at the victim’s head with the victim in the supine position and bending over and holding the arms at the wrist, raising them toward oneself and extending them over the victim’s head (I think it's called Sylvester's method). This was followed by bringing the arms back to the sides by adduction of the arms (or something thereof, I reckon this was/is an obsolete method and this is too long back, I have since moved on to different things). I was an examination table and when the girl’s started practicing this on me one by one, I soon realized what was to come. They would all stand at my head and in most cases their breasts would be resting inches above my forehead and eyes. In case of the shorter girls, their breasts would be on top of my forehead and in case of some of the fat tits; they would literally be on my face. May be it was the fact that they didn’t have a choice, or that there were only females in the room or that even the instructor was a female or simply because this was an academic exercise none of them seemed bothered by this. Whenever they would bend over to reach my arms, they would essentially mash their boobs in my face. To this day I fondly remember the softness of the boobs, and the delicate feminine scents associated with them. This would be repeated while the adducted my arms too. They had to repeat this a few times before they got it, so each girl would rub her boobs on my face about 4-6 times. In a lot of cases I remember that by the last attempt I could feel the erect nipples grazing my cheeks through their tops. At some point I tried to be a good guy and would move my head to a side, which only made it worse as most boobs or erect nipples would graze past my lips now. Some girls I discovered had very prominent tubercles of Montgomery and these had a particular distinct sensation when they brushed past my lips (or at least I think they were tubercles of Montgomery). To be honest while this was happening a part of me was embarrassed, while a part of me enjoyed it. Retrospectively, all of me enjoys this especially when I think about how all of this happened right under the supervision of the female instructor – a person of authority, and how at least some girls were definitely embarrassed. I also had fun sharing this with other guys in my cohort and to make them jealous by telling them that I had basically motor boated and nuzzled every single chick they fantasized about and could tell who had what kind of titties or who wore really heavy padding in her bra. I sometimes think if those girls think about it now, most likely they don’t. It’s still a fond experience for me though, after all it's not every day that you get smothered with 17 pairs of tits for a good 45 minutes every day. |
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A dirty old man all my life !
The female ass has attracted me all my life ! Not that I don't love boobs as well, its just that a nice ass is like a magnet. Growing up I made it my quest to in some way to cop a feel. Many times I would see a sweet young thing coming my way and time it so my "natural" hand swing would cup their ass as we passed . Most times it was thought to be accidental. As time went on I discovered some of them liked being groped. In fact, there were a group of them that hung out at a local theatre where they would sit alone in the balcony which was a signal that they wanted someone to neck with them and feel them up. Some of them would return the favor to the point where they would slip a hand down inside the guys pants and jack him off into their hand while the guy finger fucked them. Guys at that time found that the girls were wanting new experiences as much as they, although not all of them would admit it. The girl I married loved it when I first groped her and still loves it. We are both exhibitionists and love to be seen groping. She never wears underwear and wears really short outfits that don't take much to show her ass and pussy and I have lifted her skirt and felt her ass in stores, the library, and of course, on the dance floor, where others groped her ass as well. The most exciting place I groped her was at concert one night that she had worn only a T shirt and sandals. There was a big crowd and I kept lifting her shirt and feeling her ass and pussy and began to raise the shirt high enough to massage her tits when all of sudden she reached back and pulled out my cock and bent over and arched her back and guided my cock into her wet pussy. Not one person around us complained. In fact, they cheered and applauded so while we fucked I pulled her shirt off and as we worked our way out through the crowd with her naked we both got fondled by both men and women and got patted on the back. Since that time we have found several situations where she can expose her self and even get naked. And, oh yes, she enjoys being groped.
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Donating Blood
Donating blood today is a long and tedious business. You’re subjected to about 30 minutes of tough interrogation by a Gestapo nurse before they even stick a needle in your arm. She’s trying to determine if you have ever bonked a bloke as part of a business transaction or shagged a sheep or had more than your fair share of success in the sack. A positive answer to any of her questions means your donation will be refused and you’ll be sent home in disgrace.
Things were much simpler when I was a young man. You turned up at the blood bank, showed them ID and a few minutes later you were reclining on the donation couch. There was an armrest extending sideways from the couch and you laid your arm on this so the nurse (nowadays they call her the “phlebotomist”-wtf?) can record your blood pressure. So I’m lying there with my arm outstretched and hand resting palm up on the padded support. A good looking nurse with an excellent rack comes over, puts the pressure cuff on my bicep and pumps the bulb. She leans over to check the measurement, totally unaware that she is resting her lovely boob in the palm of my hand. “Hmmm,” she says, “your blood pressure is a bit high today. Do you know what’s causing that?” Damn right, I knew! I was trying to invent a story to prolong the moment, but my brain was overloaded and I couldn’t speak a word. Inwardly, I was saying to myself over and over again, “Lie still and don’t move a muscle. If you squeeze that lovely boob, you’ll go straight to jail.” |
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I should note, that I am ignorant of the system, the only times I've gone to donate blood was during my mis-spent youth at 3 o'clock in the afternoon when I was totally tanked, and I got knocked back for obvious reasons... mind you, I would have thought that drunk dude blood would actually attract a premium, after all, gotta save on pain meds when you have pre-anesthetised blood. Edited: about 17 times to correct a range of spelling errors and typo's (because I'm trying to reclaim my mis-spent youth and as such, am drunk) Last edited by camoj; 02-02-2014 at 06:02 AM. |
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I should add that I'm Australian, and here, we use the letter "z", far less than we should.. after all, it rhymes with "a,b,c,d,e,g,p,t & v" while "z" (pronounced "zed"), does not rhyme with a damned thing
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