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.

Now that's some funny shit right there!!! :D

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

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. :)

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.

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.”

Yep, that was my exact response.

Given the massive shortage of blood they continually mention, you'd think they'd make it a little easier. I really would have thought they would take all and any blood, scan it for everything they can justify the expense of scanning for and be done with it. I know that if I needed blood, I'd want it to have been checked using... you know... science! and not the "word" of someone who is trying to do the right thing or trying to make cash (do they pay for blood?).

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)

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

:D:D:D

My wife calls it "intentional, accidental groping". In college she was a 36C, which attracted a lot of attention from horny college guys. She said it was a given that if she went to a party with alcohol or a crowded bar that she would have her tits brushed up against dozens of times. Most guys would try to be casual and would not quite be able to squeeze through an opening to get around her. She said it was amazing how many guys would hold a drink just at her tit level then brush by her with the back of their hand. Some of the guys would be more blatant, and rub against her with the front of their hand and sometimes give her tits a little squeeze or even a full grope. She said unless she just disliked the person, she would usually let them cop a feel for 10 or 20 seconds as long as they didn't go under the shirt. A few times she admitted that the guy went under the shirt and bra and she let him, even though she was in a crowd.

She also said that before we were a couple that I was one of the worst offenders. I pointed out that she never asked me to stop. I remember one time, before we were dating, that were we at a party. We were sitting on the couch and I started massaging her neck. I then went under the shirt and rubbed her back. Soon, one hand slid around to her tit. She glanced back at me and said "what are you doing?" I said I was going to rub her tit. She snuggled back into me and soon I had both tits out of the bra. I probably played with her tits for a full 10 minutes. Her shirt was still on so you could not see anything but probably twenty people saw me feeling her up that evening.

A quick feel
 

I still do this to this day.

Nightclubs can be amazing. My wife isn't a fan, but we still frequent them on occasion. When they are packed full, it gets hot sweaty and very very close. Carry a drink in one hand, and let the other dangle by your side. Felt hundreds of arses and other lower regions over the years, always gets me a little wound up as I do it.

Hands off!
 

Back in my younger days I used to be bad about copping a feel at every opportunity. That was all well and good until one night when drunk it went a little too far and I was ganged up on by three women screaming about how I was a sexist pig and that women weren't just for pleasure. Needless to say that kind of curbed activity for a little while.

In a busy bar/club many moons ago
 

A group of my colleagues and their partners were all out in some busy bar one Friday night. I'd just left the dancefloor and had sat down on a bench seat with my hands spread out to the side when one of my older colleagues girlfriend returned from the bar and accidentally sat on my hand.

Rather than stand up so I could remove it she smiled and wiggled about a bit on my hand before letting me remove it.

About half an hour later we were in the same situation but this time I deliberately put my hand underneath her but this time with my palm facing upwards as she sat. She gave me a 'you naughty boy' look but again made no effort to move.

I apologised for my trick and she said,"Why? I like it."

So I started to slowly move my fingers around as she carried on talking to me and our friends. Nobody was any the wiser that I was caressing her pussy through the fabric of her thong.

This went on throughout the night. I was particularly pleased to note that she was wearing stockings too. Her boyfriend was in for a treat later I suspect.

I was 23 and she was in her late 40s

But they are :D

Sounds like my wife. When she was in her early 20's she was slim and had 36 D tits. I've seen in photos she has that she used to wear alot of halter tops and dresses. I since heard from a mutual friend that when she would go out dancing and had a couple of beers in her she would let guys slide their hands in the side of the halter and grope around. My only concern with this is that I know my wife and after you get a couple of beers in her and start playing with her tits her motor starts and it usually doesn't end with just a bit of groping.:eek:

My wife.
 

Sounds a lot like my wife also, get her drinking and dancing, she would do just about anything.

This happened before we were married, but my wife told me that she was eating at a restaurant with some friends, and every time the waiter filled up anyone's glasses, bringing out the food or removing anything from the table, he would rub up against her 44th breasts .
Eric

He wasn't interested in her other 43 breasts?

Stupid auto correct 44dd.
Eric

She sounds nice! :D

Nice wife ?
 

My wife isn't nice she is very, very naughty. When you get a little alcohol into her she is down right bad. I have seen her do things drunk no nice girl would ever do.

Brought back some old memories. I'll admit I've '"accidentally on purpose" felt some titties. But this one time it really was an accident when I got a full handful. Way back in the dark ages we square danced a lot. This couple were good friends who we met at many dances and campouts. One nite of square dancing I somehow grabbed her little tittie and didn't let go. Possible her or I lost our balance. I couldn't say I was sorry enough. It embarrased me way more than Alice.
I'd seen my wife get squeezed and she told me about many other times. She loved wearing those scooped square dance dresses like Dollie Pardon so her tits were almost always partially in view. Not wearing a bra made the feeling even better. Square dancing causes larger boobs to quiver and bounce. I'm gussing a few guys got hot and bothered. Of course their accidental grabbing didn't bother her or me. Most guys always said they were sorry or pretended nothing happened.
Then there were those bar room and niteclub dances. If a guy didn't grope strange boobs he must have been gay!
Why do I remember all of these important things? :rolleyes:

Groping
 

Best place I found for an "accidental" feel was on the London tube in rush hour.
Many a woman/girl has been pressed up tight against me pushing her hard titties into my body when ever the tube got really jammed.
Best feel ever though was this middle aged Asian looking woman who was pressed really tight against me when the tube stopped for a while in between stations. Her hard little titties were already against my arm and I found my hand pressed against her crotch too. I must admit I did move my fingers around to get an even better feel and because we were all crushed so tight together, she could do nothing about it. Copped a great feel of her panty outline as well as her pubic area. Meanwhile, my cock went very hard and this too was pressing against her midriff. Heavenly. When we moved she got off at the next staiton and left me feeling very horny.

st patty's day
 

This last St. Patty's day I was out with a group of people, couples, wives, friends. The bar was crowded and there was a group of people dancing. You know, just a lot of people, women having fun, trying to get their husbands out dancing...anyway, I found myself out there dancing with people and accidentally bumped right up on the ass of a friend. Thought nothing of it and didn't think she did either, but then I felt it again. This time it was definitely more deliberate with a little extra grind. Her back was to me and I really just chalked it up to dancing.

However, throughout the night I repeatedly found her next to me, or in front of me and she would frequently push her hips back against me. I was starting to get ideas, and enjoy it, but knew her husband was there. I also could see him off to the side of the bar just drinking and really not paying attention.

So, I kinda went with it. Still really thinking it was just dancing. It wasn't until she turned and looked at me that I realized she was really up to something and pushing the limits. She flashed the look then went back to dancing. She was really pushing her ass against me and i couldn't help but get rock hard. I stiffened and she kept pushing. I was really thinking this was going much farther than i thought. Especially when her hand reached back and groped me. Gave me a big squeeze and held her hand on me.

It was then she walked away, over to her husband and started making out with him. Shortly after they left. I had been teased and used, which really I didn't mind at all.

groped
 

my story is a little different in that i wasn,t groping but being groped. it happened just recently, about a month ago. my wife and i are nudists and spend a lot of the time in our private backyard starkers. when the young couple moved in next door we warned them of the fact if they came round back unnanounced they might find us nude. anyway i was out the back weeding some of the crap out of our small lawn when i spotted our young neighbour coming down the side of our house. my first instinct was to go put some clothes on then i thought "no shes been warned" so i pretended not to see her and turned my back and bent over carrying on with my job and i knew she must be standing at the corner of the house watching for quite a long period. next thing i knew she grabbed hold of my balls. i only have an average size cock around 6 inches but i do have very low hanging nuts. i know that probably means nothing to most women but my wife thinks they look great. i guess everyone has their own likes and dislikes. some men like big tits others like a nice arse or legs and women also have different likes. some women like a big cock, my wife included but she also likes a big pair of balls. she says they feel incredible when i,m fucking her. anyway i pretended to feel surprised by this girl but she just laughed and said i knew she was there. i wish i had had the chance to try to take things further but my wife walked out before i got the chance and looked at me and said" ÿou better put some clothes on"and then glared at my growing erection. i,m not sure wether this girl is up for something more or not. she,s about 30 years younger than me and very pretty so i suppose not but it wasn,t just a quick touch she gave me but a full grab, choke the chicken type hold she put on my nuts so she certainly wasn,t shy about it. i havent had the chance to talk to her since and even if i did i don,t know what i would say, should i mention it or not.

My Wifes Friend
 

So my wife has a co-worker who is really hot and also very sweet and nice. She's a few years older than us, we are 27. She's in great shape, a tiny little thing, nice body, big smile. So we all went out a few weeks back, My wife, Me, Her friend and her friends Husband. I don't drink so I was the only sober one out of the bunch. My wife had a handful of mixed drinks meanwhile her friend and husband were downing things left and right. Her husband is a fairly average looking guy, and average sized guy. I'm pretty average sized as well but definitely look a lot different than they do. I've got a lot of tattoos and whatnot and my wifes friend has always been really nice and huggy toward me. So she tends to get very clingy and emotional when drunk and we were having snacks at a table and she was sitting next to me. Always putting her hand on my leg and leaning over me to talk to my wife, giving me hugs and a few kisses on the cheek. My wife thought it was all kind of funny and wasn't mad about it. We happened to talk about someone hitting me in the balls for some reason and her friend patted my crotch and said she'd take good care of them. I won't lie, she's hot and I'd do many things to her if I had the chance. So we left that particular bar and headed to another one just down the street. My wife was walking with her friends husband they were talking, her friend had taken me by the hand and was walking literally half on top of me talking. Everyonce in a while she'd put my arm around her back and whatnot to which I'd move it down to her ass and then she'd stumble a bit and grab my hand or something like that. we got to the other bar, nothing major happened or anything until we were leaving at which point she stumbled again right next to me only this time going down a slight incline at which point I had to put an arm out to grab and her and hold on. Guess what I grabbed onto as she was almost sailing past me. Yeah, I grabbed her breast full on. I squeezed not really meaning to. I wrapped my other arm around her and held her for a moment while she regained her footing. we all laughed and started walking to a different place. She once again grabbed my hand and started walking with me. Once again she'd let go and put my arm around her, and like you could imagine my hand went to her ass even more. So we got to where we were going and it was getting late so everyone was parting ways, she turned to me and gave me this huge hug, wrapping her arms around my neck and resting her head {face first} into my neck and kissing it while my hands went around her body. after at least a minute she pushed more into me and I held her tighter, and then we parted ways as her husband said something to me about it was good to hang out. We haven't hung out again but plan to this weekend or next weekend. Can't wait

One evening a few years ago we were at a party with friends. Everybody left early but we stayed late with the couple who hosted the party.

My wife was sitting between me and the other guy. They were flirting innocently all night. She can be quite the flirt after a few glasses of wine. Eventually they cuddled closer together while his wife took a photo of three of us on the sofa. After the photo they stayed close together. She was leaning into him.

That's when I noticed his hand rubbing the inside of her thigh. She didn't seem to mind. I watched intently. Suddenly, his hand moved between her legs and he cupped her pussy through her pants. He rubbed her there for about 10-15 seconds before she stood up to get another glass of wine.

I never said a thing about it and she hasn't either.

A few days later his wife sent us some pics from the party. And sure enough, you can see his hand on the inside of her thigh.



Then I noticed

did you meet up again?
 

I can't help but think there is a sequel to this story . . . :)

Hopefully :D

I've had a few of these experiences.

FIRST EXPERIENCE: In high school there were a couple of times I played "chicken" with girls I thought I had the best chance of copping a feel with. I had psychology with a blonde girl who had pretty big boobs, and her boyfriend was one of my friends. We flirted throughout the year. There was an ice machine in the teacher lounge and we used to go and get ice--I would put some in my mouth and say here, do you want some ice? Then she would come and try to take it out of my mouth without our lips touching--because she had a boyfriend. So one day we both left class together, got ice in a cup, and were just walking around the halls. I put my arm around her and said, "have you ever played chicken?" She didn't know what that was. I said, "It's where we see who dares to let the other person go further," and I started to run my hand down the inside of the collar of her shirt, then down her bra strap and onto her breast and she pulled away. I said, "That's it! So pathetic." And she said, "okay, let's play again." I did the same thing, but this time I got all the way down to her nipple and did two index finger rubs back and forth on the nipple before she pulled away and smiled.

SECOND EXPERIENCE: I was in a part of Africa doing a humanitarian project. There was this pig farm right next to the project we were working on, and occasionally we would go over to the farm and ask the owner if we could borrow tools like hoes and shovels. He had a granddaughter that lived there who was like 17 or 18. One morning I went over to the farm to ask to borrow tools and she came out in this button up shirt, with no bra underneath, and her nipples were poking out--I literally thought to myself, 'those are the longest nipples I have ever seen.' Her boobs were big, too--DDs or DDDs. I asked if I could borrow some tools and she took me over to the pig barn, or whatever it's called. I grabbed onto a pole in the barn and was just looking at the pigs while she got the tools, and then she came over to me and pressed her breast up against the back of my hand/arm that was against the pole. It was pretty obvious. I stood there with no desire to leave, just kind of waiting to enjoy the feel or to see what would happen, then she turned around and went back to do something. While she was gone I turned my hand around so my palm was facing outwards--totally obvious, I know, but at that point I didn't care--I mean, this was Africa, and I didn't think I had anything to be worried about. She came back over and sure enough, she pressed her breast right up inside the palm of hand--I could clearly feel her nipple. I was 21 at the time, so she wasn't much younger than me, but I was a little bit worried about the age difference and had no idea what the laws were in the country we were in.

A little butt feel
 

Back in the 70s I happened to be in Washington D.C. When Nixon was coming to the Capitol. A large crowed formed to see his arrival. I found myself next to a pretty blonde. As the crowd pressed us together, I put my hand on her ass and left it there. she looked my way a couple of times and smiled. Nixon left, the crowd thinned and we went our own ways.

Back when I was working in my first full-time job, I got a call one day from my gf (still current lady). She was still a student at the time and was in my part of the city, shopping with two of her friends. Could they call in? They wanted to look at the photos I had taken on my digital camera (still a rare item at that point) on the previous Saturday night.

That was fine, I told them, call in during my lunch hour.

So they did and I brought them over to my cubicle, where I had the photos loaded up on my laptop. I wasn't that interested in going through them so I showed my lady how to move from one pic to the other in a slideshow and I stood back. The three of them leaned in over the desk to get a view of the laptop's screen.

After a few mins, they reached a particular part of the night where something funny had happened and I was interested enough to lean in myself, kind of over them. Anyway so now I'm looking at the screen and, being only half-interested, my mind begins to wander - and so does my hand. I decide it would be naughty to grab my gf's ass whilst she's right there beside her friends.

I started off just stroking it a few times (outside her trousers), with both the outside and inside of my hand. Luckily I never did move on to a grab/grope though as I slowly realised I was actually stroking the ass of one of her two friends!

I stopped abruptly and waited for something to be said. She never did though, never even stopped focusing on the photos. I wondered afterwards had I been that gentle or were her trousers made of very thick fabric? I doubted it but then she never said anything to me about it afterwards.

If I hadn't seen my own hand on her arse, I'd reckon I'd imagined it all.

About thirty years ago, I was in the US Air Force. There was an air show at my base, and my unit ran a soda booth to make money. I was appointed to man the cash box, whilst my wife and several other husbands and wives passed out soda, etc., passing me the money whilst I made change, etc. It was a madhouse, with orders coming in from all sides of me.

Since it was summertime, I had an open can of soda sitting to my side. With my head in the change box, I reached to the side to grab the soda, but my hand hit something much rounder, softer, and warmer. I looked up and saw my Commander's wife had moved alongside the table the soda was on, and I had a firm grip on her butt. She turned and looked at me with a surprised -- but not angry -- look. Also in my line of sight was my wife, turning around with money in her hand and a very surprised look on her face! I quickly removed my hand and stammered and apology.

Never got a word of flak from my wife, my Commander, or his wife. As I said, it was a madhouse, and I believe everyone realized the groping was accidental...but I still remember how nice a butt she had!:D

Much more recently, I did the "pass the baby" bit, but it was both unintentional and not a baby. It was our pet beagle pup, in the vet's for her checkup. The vet wanted the pup held whilst he gave her a shot, so he had his cute female assistant hold her. Then, he asked me to hold her, too, to calm her down.

So, I reached around the pup, top and bottom, and grasped nice softness...then I realized my beagle doesn't wear a bra. The vet's assistant didn't even look at me, and appeared to be concentrating on holding the squirming dog, so I moved my hand and started talking to the pup. Mind you, this was in a small examining room, with the vet and my wife standing close by!

F

I was groped......
 

what a terrible experience...... NOT! :D

Late 80's, when the wife & I were still dating, we were on one of our then-frequent but no frills trips to St. Martin. We were the very last to leave the plane using the rear center exit. I was following the GF, two Stewardess's were behind me wishing everyone well. When wham! The stewardess directly behind me grabbed & squeezed my ass cheek! And when I spun around she was grinning ear-to-ear, looked me in the eye and wished us both a very, very happy vacation! I'm sure I had a totally shocked look on my face!
.... I knew then that she was not in the least bit shy, and just HAD to be a player. I'm sure she forgot about it the next day.... but I'll never forget it! Thank you dear God for the Stewardess' of yesteryear!

disclaimer: I'm sure I've told this story somewhere at OCC before.......
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This is a little of each. I was out with a friend and my hand accidentally grazed her butt. Totally by accident, frankly I wouldn't have even noticed if she didn't turn around and give me a playful scowl "Hey, quit grabbing my butt!" she said. "I didn't grab your butt," I said. "If I did, I would've done this." and I reached around and grabbed her butt. And it was a pretty nice butt. I told her so, as I gave it an extra squeeze for good measure. But I didn't want to push my luck after that.

not so accidental....
 

When I was younger, I was at a bonfire sitting on a bench with a hot blonde. I was drunk and a little high as we had been playing a bit of puff-puff-pass that evening. I got bold and started sliding a hand up from her knee to her thigh, and onward. She was not too pleased...later I received a note about how much of a chauvanist pig I was for groping the girl. I sobered up, apologized, and have not attempted it since....other than with my wife who doesn't mind it at all.

That is the funny part. Now, whenever we visit my wife's parents (we have been married for ten years), she really gets off by having sex in their house with them sleeping right below us in their bedroom. She also likes to "play" under their dining room table during meals. She is nothing like that at home, but in the house she grew up in, she turns a bit wild.

I really enjoy fucking my wife whenever we stay at her parents place. Unfortunately she is usually reluctant, but the few times I've gotten her on board, I've no doubt she is extra wet because of the location/situation.

Edit: we stay in the room directly across the hall from them.

The first time I ever met my wife was a brief encounter in law school. A friend of mine knew her, and one day while I was with him we stopped and talked to her and her friend. Perhaps a total of 10 minutes.

The next night, we were at a popular hangout and she and her friend showed up. We all sat at this table for 4 and started drinking some beer. She was wearing a nice sweater that showed the shape and size of her tits nicely, and longish skirt with some boots.

About 10-15 minutes into the conversation, she leans back in her chair a bit and then stretches her leg across my lap. Even I am not so obtuse as to miss that kind of invitation, and so I started groping her under the table. I eventually got as high up her leg as I could without making it plainly obvious what was going on under the table. But I got some good groping in for a while before things broke up. The group dynamics worked so that I couldn't close the deal that night, but two days later she invited me over to her place before we ever had a date and I closed then.

The only other groping incidents were with women I was already with, which doesn't seem to be within the spirit of the thread.

Pool Shooting Fun
 

In the following post I wrote about a beautiful redhead engineer I had fun with during a two-week out-of-town class.
https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=99030

But this incident happened before I had seen her in anything remotely form fitting or revealing. I just knew that she was tall, pretty and smart. After the third day of the class our instructor, a mid-50s looking guy that one of the female students referred to as the "Silver Fox", decided to join us at our hotel bar for happy hour.

The drinks were cheap and snacks salty, and most of us were putting them away before the prices went up. The redhead was taking her turn at the pool table. She had changed into a nice pair of jeans (tight but no camel toe) and a thin gray sweater. She looked damned good bent over while making a shot, and the guys all noticed. She was getting a little sloshed, but she was still trying to take the game seriously. She left herself a long shot from the middle of the table, and had to stretch way over the head of the table to reach her next shot. She shot the ball, but in the process lost her balance and staggered backwards toward the instructor who was leaning on a wall near the table. He saw her coming, and put his arms out to keep her from falling. She started to fall, and he stepped forward to catch her, and his arms went underneath hers catching her with his forearms under her armpits and a hand cupping each tit. Kind of in slow motion she continued down to the floor, then he just lifted her back to standing with his hands still all over her tits. He let go and she thanked him, then went back to the game as though nothing happened. He was quite visibly aroused, making a noticeable tent in his business trousers.

She lost the game and went to the ladies room. As soon as she was out of earshot I mentioned to him that it was obvious that he enjoyed that near catastrophe. He said "Jesus Christ you have no idea." Little did he (or I) know that I would, in fact, have much more than an idea later in the trip. I'll have to finish writing about those two weeks, but those memories don't fit in this thread.