Women rubbing themselves on you in public
 

My story I posted on the medical thread yesterday (about the flu shot nurse) got me to thinking. Other than the medical context, have you ever had women blatantly or discreetly rub themselves on you or press against you?

I have had the same girl cut my hair for years, because she is close to my office and I can just walk. She is a young, cute Hispanic girl. We got to know each other and chat during my haircuts. I always sit the same way, with my elbows sticking over the armrest of the chair. After a few visits, I noticed that she would lean over to cut my hair and put her crotch right against my elbow. And then she would go to the other side and do the same thing. Never rub or grind, but definitely more than casual contact. I knew she was married, but she didn't have kids. Then after a couple of years of this she got pregnant. She never did this again. At first, probably because it wouldn't really work as her belly grew. But maybe she changed her mindset after having kids (she now has two). Not that we ever talked about sexual stuff before, but now she mainly talks about her kids and birthday parties and such. The fact that she doesn't do that anymore makes me think it was intentional when she did do it. I still sit the same way, just in case.

Office Boob Press
 

A few years ago there was a woman at my office who worked in a different department, that I had very little contact with - a couple of brief conversations at best. She was divorced, perhaps late thirties, (maybe fifteen years younger than me, and I'm married) not especially pretty, and was a little heavy. But she had big tits with nipples that tended to poke through her thin bra, so I had some attraction to her.

I was called to a company photo session for everybody who had an anniversary that particular month, and this woman was there. The photographer lined everybody up in two rows, and told us to squeeze in. This woman stood next to me in the back row and slightly behind, and started to press her big tit into my upper arm. I couldn't help but to press back, and there was little doubt that both of us were aware of the boob pressing. I discreetly backed off, but she pressed into me harder. When the photographer told everybody to turn their shoulders in towards the center and stand sideways facing the center of the frame, she turned towards me and mashed her tit into me even more firmly.

Afterwards I worried just a bit if I hadn't gone too far, or if she was offended at all, or if she was really aware of what she was doing to me. We only had a couple of brief conversations over the next year, and she was neither stand-offish nor overly friendly.

Precisely a year later, we were again requested to pose for an anniversary photo. The woman quickly joined me in the back row, and was soon rubbing her tit into the back of my arm again. She had clearly remembered the previous year, and seemed anxious to repeat her boob pressing performance. Once again the photographer asked everybody to stand sideways, and the woman turned and rubbed into me. Except from where she was standing, she was facing away from the center, so this was clearly a move meant to rub against me some more, not for a good pose.

George VI...
 

Do you still work with her? Sounds like an opportunity... ;)

She left the company shortly after our second boobfest. I saw her once shortly after that, at a bar with some of my co-workers. I spoke to her briefly and she made one comment I thought was flirtatious, but my wife and co-workers were nearby so I didn't pursue it.

Not quite the same thing. I'm talking about the woman initiating the contact.

But she did. I thought I made that clear.

Office Elbow vs. Mature Pussy
 

I believe that I initiated the contact on this one, but it was a close call at third. About five years ago there was this mature woman who I had worked with on and off for fifteen years. She was my age or a couple of years older (about 50), a pretty brunette, petite body – actually she was short, which was beneficial to this story. We were always friendly but had no real personal relationship at all, never went to lunch, never had after-work drinks, rarely discussed our home lives. She was just someone that I worked on sporadic projects with and otherwise saw her in the hall or while getting coffee. But she was attractive enough and close enough that I'd had more than a couple of fantasies about her.

One day she asked me to come over to her cubicle to look at a problem, hell if I remember what it was. But I ended up sitting at her desk working on her computer, and she was standing close to my left to see what I was typing. My left elbow made contact with her upper thigh over her skirt, and I guess I instinctively moved my arm out a little more and made contact with her pussy. She didn’t move back at all, and it was pretty clear that my elbow was touching her pussy mound through her skirt. She didn’t grind on it or anything, but she didn’t back off at all – she just passively stood her ground. So while I worked on her computer for a couple of minutes, I could feel her pubic mound pressed against my elbow, which was moving slightly as I typed. Neither of us said anything about it, and although I thought the rubbing was obvious, we both acted like everything was normal as we worked on the problem on her computer.

A tame story, but consider that it was two middle-aged married people who had never had any type of sexual flirtation at all, and all of a sudden I am playing with her pussy in her cubicle in the middle of the work day.

After the fact, I worried that I’d been out of line. But the next time I saw her a day or three later, she was at least as friendly as she had been before if not more so, so she wasn’t acting offended or embarrassed or anything. But it never happened again.

This was somewhat a mutual contact experience. I was at a black tie event maybe about ten years ago. There was a dinner and then we had to relocate to another reception area for the event. Well the event was on a different floor from the dinner, several stories difference. So people being what they are, they all rushed to the elevators to get to the next event. The wife and I got on the elevator and it was crowded, more so than I ever have been on a crowded elevator before. I would say we were in the middle of the elevator. The wife was behind me and to my left side. Like I said the elevator was crowded already and then more came on and then for the doors to close the ones in the front pushed back causing everyone to be crammed even more. I was standing with my arms at my side and a woman just to my right side in front of me, in an evening gown, (her husband was to the right of her) got pushed further back into me. The back of my hand made contact with her ass as she was pushed back. And like I said we were all crammed in so tight that there was no where to move my arm. She felt my hand on her ass as I felt her tense up her cheek. She turned to see who had their hand on her ass and noticed it was me (I was about 8 years or so younger than she was and all dressed up in a tux) and she smiled at me and I gave her a smile like I can't do anything. Well after see saw who I was and it was a nice looking guy in contact with her I felt her tensed up ass cheek relax and it stayed into my hand and pressed into it. I did not move my hand at all so she did not think I was intentionally feeling her up but I could tell that she took the opportunity to have another man's hand on her ass and she liked it. I could tell that she had to be wearing some sort of support brief from the feel of her. It was a nice feeling to know that she relaxed and kept her ass into my hand like that and the elevator did have to go many floors. I wish the elevator ride was longer as that was a nice feeling/contact. No one else noticed my hand on her as it was so crowded you could not look down. I never did see her later at the next event as it was a big area and many, many people.

I wish I had that nice chance again.

I have had several women that were cutting my hair rub themselves on me. I just always figure they're looking for a bigger tip or a regular customer.

dentist
 

I was having my teeth cleaned a couple years back. The hygienist was a rather well endowed young woman. We were chatting (mostly her of course) about her trip east from CA with her roommate. Apparently their goal was to stop at every hot spring they came within a 100 miles of, and she told me about some of their adventures giggling about being nude or topless.

IAs she warmed up in the conversation, her breasts came into much longer and more frequent contact with my body as she leaned over. '

Could be that it was just an occupational necessity, but it was fun nonetheless.

That was always my favorite part of the orthodontist... I swear to qualify to be one of his assistants you had to be a hot blonde with a great rack, the whole 3 or so years I went there every assistant fit that description. And believe me, when you are 12-13 years old having nice big tits very close to or touching your arm/head is unbelievable! :D

The bosses wife likes to rub
 

I have been with my company over 16 years. It is a small family owned business. We only have one female employee and that happens to be the bosses wife Judy. Judy is a very petite woman and doesn't have much in boob department. (maybe 32A). But what she does have, she likes to press up against you any chance that she gets. There have been times when she has smashed her breasts flat up against me and there have been times that she has rubbed the tips of her tits up and down on me.
I have only had a few down blouses on her over the years as she dresses quite conservatively. She may have had some sort of lift job in the past also as her breasts are still quite hard for her being a 71 y.o woman. (she was 54 when I started working her).
I don't mind the boob rubs and I get an average of at least 3 a week. Sometimes, 3 a day. Now, if we could just get some more women hired on around here........

This reminds me of my work. I am in sales and I am usually standing next to and close to loads of women almost every day. There are numerous times that women lean in to look at something and will press their tits into my arm or even better my hand and leave them there. That or they press them into my shoulder, either way it is always nice to feel that soft tissue pressed into you, knowing what it is and seemingly the woman would obviously have to know and are making the decision to do it. I have had older women do it and even some really cute well stacked late teens or early 20's do it and things feel electric for those moments. The same thing ends up happening with some coworkers. What this all means is...I love going to work,lol!!

Booby Bruises
 

Long ago in another world I worked in the shipping office of a factory. I was 19 when I started, fresh out of high school, and fresh married to a horny little blonde. I was learning about sex and enjoying my favorite things, tits!
At work I had to go to another building to the main office to pick up paper work, mail orders, and do other things involving pretty young, and not so young female employees.
At first I though they were accidents. Many of those women would "accidentally" press or rub their breasts on my elbows, back, or arms as we worked together in the mail room and other confined quarters. This seemed to happen with the cute older women most. Over time I enjoyed walking over to the office. In fact I often went way more than necesary to check on orders and other things. My older co worker, sort of my boss, never could figure out why I started going to the main office more and more.
After some time I realized those women were rubbing their tits and ass on me on purpose. I'd get an erection and they'd "accidentally" rub me even more. Other things happened later but those are other stories.
My wife, being well endowed and sex crazy, has always loved men hugging and squeezing her tightly when they meet. Later she started doing it to them. I remember asking a few friends why they don't hug me. They'd smile and tell me "you don't have tits." I suppose many men do this to women just to feel boobs against them. As for me, I'd never ever do such a thing......... :rolleyes:

My wife told me of the many times men accidentally grabbed her tits while square dancing or in a pool or hot tub. Crowded bars and bike events are enough to cause bruises on a guy!

A couple of years after we got married this was around the time dirty dancing came out Tracy and I had been invited to the wedding of one of her Nieces. This is what happened at the evening party.

Now am not one to dance so I spent most of the evening drinking and chatting to Tracy's family many I had never met before. I was getting pretty drunk and was chatting to one of Tracy's aunts she was in her late 30's and really good looking and way one of the songs from the dirty dancing film was put on the aunt pulled me on to the dance floor she really got in to the dirty dancing to start with she just ground her crotch into my leg but as the song carried on and I guess I didn't try to stop her she was grinding her self against my crotch. By the time the song had ended I was rock hard. The next song came on a slow dance she pulled me close and she could feel my hard cock pressing against her. Whilst we were dancing she whispered to me that she was pleased that she had been able to turn me on. I kind of laughed at her and said she was a sexy woman. At the end of the dance she gave my cock a rub and squeeze.

After the slow dance I said I needed to go to the loo she looked at the bulge in my trousers and and said I bet you do and smiled. As I left the hall to head to the loo I noticed that she was following me..........

Boob squish
 

When I was a Freshman in college, some of my friends and I got into the school's "Rathskeller" with our fake id's. There was a girl there who would have been a senior or Junior, that I had somehow met - maybe she was a teacher's assistant or something. Not very pretty, but huge tits. So she came over to talk to me and stood so close to me, face on, that her tits were rubbing on my chest. I was young and nervous, and had the hots for a girl I had gone there with, so I didn't do anything. In fact it barely registered, until the girl I liked pointed it out to me.

More recently, ahem, I was in my doctor's office for an EKG, which you may know involves having electrodes stuck to your chest. The nurse who was doing it was short and busty, and had her nice warm boobs mashed on my bare chest for 30 seconds or so while she put the electrodes on the side of me that was opposite of where she was standing. I'm sure it wasn't sexual for her, but she surely had to know I was aware of it.

Some years ago I went to live with one of my ex girlfriends in an little village in Suffolk, after she divorced from her first husband.
I was new there and didn't know anybody, one evening we went together to the main local pub, it was quite crowded and there was no room at the tables, so we seat on the stalls at the desk.
After a while a girl approached and sit next to us, and started to talk with us.
The place was very noisy, the music was very loud, so it was quite hard to hear clearly and understand each other... especially for me because I didn't spoke english very well yet, but also for my ex girlfriend and this girl too because they wasn't close enough to each other, as I was sitting in the middle... so this girl begin to overreach on my lap to get closer to my ex.
At first I didn't quite get if she was just trying to talk, but then she leaned further more towards my ex... so much that I begun to fill her big tits slightly touching me!
At first I kept quiet like I wouldn't notice anything, keeping talking and acting normally... :rolleyes:
I even suspected that she could have been a friend of my ex, and that they secretly organized a prank to me... or perhaps to test my reactions, as i knew my ex and another friend of her organized similar traps when they were suspicious that their husbands may went with other women.
However, a bit at time this girl begun to lean leaned further more, and my ex too, despite not so much as this girl... at one point they nearly seem to be flirting with each other in front of me, so much that I begin to dream that we could finish the evening at my ex house doing a threesome like Idid with some other girlfriends... also because after a while I felt a hand touching my crotch! :eek:
This went on for the time of a couple of drinks, hiddenly, as all the rubbing was going on underneath this girl body, in fact my ex apparently didn't noticed anything... and once finished the drinks we simply wave off this girl and returned home as nothing happened.
I met again this girl when I was on my own after a couple of weeks, we begun to chat and she told me that my ex didn't know her, but she knew well my ex because she used to cheat with one of her ex boyfriends a couple of years before (before to get divorced from her first husband, the little sl*t)
She told me that she fancied me, so after her first little "innocent test" with her tits, once sure i wouldn't overreact in public, she decided to pay back my ex rubbing her big Italian man's cock for a while!
She also told me that my ex had other sex affairs with some other guys in the village, and even with a couple of bisexual girls... my ex was a naive sl*tty Essex girl, and despite what she believed or pretended, it's difficult to do such things and keep it secret once you move to live in small country villages! :D
I fixed with this girl and I went to her flat few days after, from that moment on we kept seeing regularly each other quite often and had great hot sex times together, until I had to leave England and return to Italy for some family problems.
It was such a shame I had to leave! :(
Despite I didn't managed to told immediately to my ex that I was cheating with this girl (and another one too) I'm sure a bit at time she could give up such ridiculous silly secret cheatings and start a better and relaxing open minded funnier life... she could kept seeing her lovers without having to hide from me, or even invite them for a threesome... and probably we could invite the girl from the pub or some couples to have some fun with us...
also because after all, I openly admitted that such sexual experiences weren't a new thing for me since the beginning, and she didn't seem scandalized at all, just a bit envious! ;)

It's About Time You Rubbed Those Things Against Me
 

I’ve had the same MILF cutting my hair for many years, a very attractive fairly busty brunette now in her forties, C cups probably. I posted in another thread how once years ago she pressed her pussy firmly into my hand on the armrest, accidentally I believe by her reaction. She is an enigma – she used to be borderline flirtatious a little, we swapped a few risqué stories, but mostly she has made it fairly clear that she doesn’t like customers being too forward with her. So I generally behave, and over the years she and I have stopped talking about anything of a sexual nature.

Somebody else always washes my hair in the back room, and then she cuts it in the main room. Only a couple of times has she washed my hair, when there was no hair washer on duty. Twice this has happened in my last three visits, and both times she managed to press her big left tit firmly into the left side of my face as she stood on my left and washed me. Not just a brush, but a half-minute or more of firm pressing, on my cheek and almost in my mouth, as I felt her bra giving and mashing me.

There are always people in the main room when she cuts my hair. But she would know that nobody else is likely to come into the back room while I’m getting washed, even though there is no actual door on the entrance way.

Personally I always know when my junk is pressing against something, particularly another human being. If a man pressed private parts against me like she did I would be like, “DUDE!” And if a woman pressed against another woman like that, I think it would be very uncomfortable. So my opinion is that she knows she is boob-pressing me and knows that I am not going to complain about it.

I did tip her more the two times she did this.

Old forgotten experience until now. Old thread.
 

It must have been around the mid-90's that the wild child who was once my secretary reappeared after about a 10 year absence. She called me at home one night and we arranged to meet over lunch. My wife groaned when I told her who it was. What I didn't tell her was that I was going to pick her up.

The day of I called her beforehand and said I had a busy day so no monkey business. Arriving, I rang the doorbell, "come in". She appeared a few minutes later, drunk, bare ass naked. "I just shaved my pussy just for you" she cooed. I said I was in no mood for any shenanigans and told her to get dressed.

We wound up at a sports bar VERY close to home, no sweat. We sat at a high table. After ordering she started playing grab ass and hiked her short skirt. Guys noticed!. She put her hand on my thigh and started rubbing. I moved out of reach. She then tried grabbing my crotch. This was NOT the time nor place. All the while I was looking around to see if I recognized anyone. Fortunately, no. When the meals arrived I requested they be boxed as we had to leave. Walking to the car she tried playing grab ass, in the parking lot of our supermarket. When we arrived at her place I told her to take my lunch and get out. She whined a little then did so. Later my wife asked "how's so-and-so"?;* Drunk, I said. "So things haven't changed" she replied. Since then I think I've seen her once out in public.*

I may have posted this story before, but a similar thing happened to me.
I was on a NYC subway on the way home from work. I was leaning against the door, reading a magazine. A somewhat chunky and busty twenty-something was standing in front of me, facing me, holding onto the grip bar above her.
As the train shook, her left breast bumped into my hand. The train hadn't shaken that much, and her lurch into my hand was exaggerated. This happened several more times, so I changed the way I was was holding the magazine so the back of my hand was at the top of the magazine, curled toward me.
Well, that was the right thing to do, because for the next 15 minutes she basically rested her left tit on my hand.
And it was so obvious! There was a young woman sitting right beneath us to my left, who observed this and asked my "rubber" if she wanted to sit down. And my "rubber" said, "No, thanks". And got off a few stops later, never having made eye contact.

DR

PI Club
 

I was TDY to the Philippines in the 80s, we were doing a pub crawl, and this was my first introduction to the nightlife. I was playing darts, and my hand behind me was brushed up against by a small firm ass. I turned around to apologize and looked down on a mischievous LBFM wearing a tiny bikini top and a micro mini skirt with a huge grin. I just shook my shoulders as oh well and turned to finish my darts. A tiny bristle brush went up against my hand, followed by her hand pushing my hand against her pussy. I was shocked but had the presence of mind to curl my finger for an insertion into her very wet pussy. This corn-fed midwestern boy did what any other young twentyish boy would do, I paid the $10 bar find and brought her back to her room; I enjoyed 3 weeks of heaven, managing to do everything I'd ever heard of up to that time, including lots of 'games' at the nipa hut. No same girl twice except during the date. When I left the PI, I'd nutted at least 4 times a day for 21 days, and as a bonus, I was 'clean' and not married!

Wild Concert Night
 

Great thread!

This happened to me when I was at a rock concert in a large bar in northern Ontario.

I was at the show with two friends and about half way through the band’s kick-ass set, I feel a pinch on my ass,I kind of ignore it. I didn’t mind, so just let it be. Then another pinch. Then a pinch from on the other side (my right). So I look over my shoulder and a 20’ish girl just shrugs and smiles, so I shrug and smile back. Then my left cheek gets a big squeeze, I look over that shoulder at whom I guess was the first pincher and she is smiling and giggling, so I just smile back and keep enjoying the show.

The place was packed so everyone was pretty much pressed up against everyone but then the two girls really pressed up against me and that’s when the left side girl's hand reaches around squeezes my package. The band is rocking’ so I just throw my hands ups in the air with give the rock hand salute and shout “wooooooh!” trying to indicate I was more than okay with what she was doing. Well that worked, next thing I know her hand has slipped under the bottom of my Tshirt and she working her way down the inside of my jeans. She expertly flips past the waist band on my boxers and in no time her hand is wrapped around my nearly fully hard cock. She starts stroking me right there in a packed bar, just giving me a handjob with the band rocking and my two friends about 3 feet infront of me oblivious, while her friend is grinding up against me on the right backside.

I think to myself - this is awesome, let’s see how far this can go - so I drop my hands and reach back on both sides. I am feeling the grinder on the right, who seems to be wearing spandex shorts under a large t-shirt (I am looking forward the whole time watching the band so I couldn’t really get detail). I am rubbing the outside of her thigh while she has reached around and is rubbing my stomach. Meanwhile the left side girl is still stroking my now raging hard-on, so I reach back and slip my hand between her legs under her loose sort of frilly mini-skirt and waste no time moving my hand up pushing aside her small underwear and start rubbing her very wet pussy shaved pussy. Which apparently she liked, because the “down the jeans handjob" got more intense.

I just think fuck it, I have never had a double handjob before, let alone a double hand job in crowded concert while one my favourite bands rock’s the place. So I stop rubbing the thigh of right side girl, take her hand from rubbing my stomach and push it down into my pants so she can join her friend stroking my cock. She was game apparently as the two of their hands wander all over, around my bare hard dick stroking it together, reaching down for my balls, everything. And at this point I am two fingers deep inside the girl on my left, so I slip my right hand behind me, find the edge of the spandex shorts of the 2nd girl, slip my fingers inside and feel her bare pussy and she’s soaking wet too. It was fucking nuts!

And right then when my one friend turned around to shout something to me and saw this ridiculous scene, and just mouthed ‘What the fuck?!?” I just shrugged and smiled - what else could I do? My hands were busy lol

So there I was getting a double handjob while fingering banging to cute women in a packed concert all starting from getting my ass pinched!

The song ended, they pulled their hands out of my pants, I slipped my fingers out of their pussies, and the two of them headed off into the crowd with a wave and smile and that was it.

Was incredible and I still can’t believe it happened. My buddy couldn’t wait to ask me what the hell was going on after the show. What a night.

The experience I'm about to relay is a peak one, though almost nothing happened. (Due to my own inexperience, confusion and lack of confidence)

I was riding a city bus that took me from my small town to a larger city about 30 minutes away, though the bus route made it take a lot longer.
The route was, at this time in history, an important one since it serviced a huge area outside the larger city and took people to and from work as well as provided a link to the much greater array of experiences available culturally and for shopping, etc, in this metropolitan area.
It was late afternoon on the day in question and the bus was PACKED. With each stop it became more so. I gave up my seat to an older woman and was standing near the back of the bus.

At some point a girl I recognized as the younger sister (she was probably 15--I was about 17 at the time) of a girl I knew in my grade at high school got up to give her seat to an older person who had gotten on. This put her right in front of me. The bus was so full we were basically touching though I was trying to keep a respectful distance--I was a nice boy.
She was a little plump with smallish tits (hidden this day by an oversized army surplus jacket) and a lovely, larger than average ass,

The bus was now on a fairly long and straight section of highway that put us several minutes away from the next possible stop.
As we rumbled along I started to notice that my crotch was now touching her jean-clad ass.
Self conscious, I backed away thinking I had unconsciously moved forward.
A moment later again my crotch was on her ass and this time I was very aware of what I was doing--I had not moved an inch since the first time: I didn't want her to think I was a creep.
Now I simply stayed put and didn't move a muscle. After s few seconds she pushed harder against me and I simply couldn't help but get hard.
I was super embarrassed since I couldn't (at least in my befuddled teenage mind) be sure she was dong this on purpose so again, slowly, without any fuss, shifted backwards.
I had started to sweat by now and was basically only aware of what was happening in the 3-foot square of space the two of us were occupying.
After a bit more time went by, I still hadn't moved and there was her ass pressing back into me! This time there was no doubt she could feel how hard I was. I didn't move, I sort of couldn't and also didn't want to--I liked the feeling!

We had now entered the city limits and in a few stops, she got off.

That's all that happened, but my head was swimming. I still wasn't sure that she had been doing it on purpose--again, I was an unconfident teenager--but I loved what did happen.

****This next part is the part I look back on now and can't forgive myself for****

About a year and a half later I was at a beach party halfway between where we lived and the bigger city I talked about above,
It was a semi-large gathering of mostly 11th and 12th graders, just sitting on driftwood logs by the ocean talking and hanging out.
I was a senior and graduation was just on the horizon, so these types of impromptu get-togethers were becoming a thing every weekend night.
It was early in the evening and this party was just a stop-over before whatever else was REALLY going to be happening that night. Maybe a punk gig in the city or something.
At one point the person I'd been hanging with to got up to go chat with another friend of ours and this girl plunks herself down next to me on the log I was sitting on.
Now, I have not spoken to this girl since the incident on the bus. I'd barely seen her. We didn't really hang in the same circles or anything mainly because she was 2 grades below me.
My heart starts beating a bit faster as she says "Hi" and makes a bit of small talk.
I was nervous because, I don't know about you guys but for me, high school always carried a weight of being "found out". Like people finding out you were gay. Or a secret nerd. Or in my case, a bus pervert! So yeah, I was nervous. She might call me out in front of everyone!

After a very short time of exchanging inane pleasantries she looks right into my eyes and says, "Do you remember that day on the bus?"

I don't even know what I said. I was so stunned and turned on and scared all at once that I just blanked--at least that's how it is in my mind now. I cannot for the life of me remember what, if anything, I said to that.
I do know that I left the party almost immediately afterward.

Now, I had a steady, long-time girlfriend at that point and that is the only excuse I can give myself for this flagrant missed opportunity. Because when she asked me that question--"Do you remember that day on the bus?"--she was trying to make SOMETHING happen. I don't know what, but if I had some wits and experience I could have turned that question into something very hot, I have zero doubt.
So there it is.

Not a big deal or anything that's gonna really do anything for you guys but to me, it is one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

I blew a lot of chances when I was young because I was trying to be a "nice guy".
I don't really regret that because i am glad I can be sure I wasn't the source of some misguided girl's suffering, but i also DO regret the incredible experiences I missed out on.

I've posted this elsewhere...
 

But it fits this thread also. I was at a conference sitting next to a woman who worked for the company I had just left. As we were sitting there looking over press materials her boob bumped into my arm. Nice, but probably an accident. Then she bumped me again a few minutes later. That got my attention. By the time the third bump happened I was enthralled. That evening at the after hours party we started circling each other like prize fighters. I was only saved by a female co-worker who bought up the fact that I was married. A close one, for sure. And it makes you realize the power women have over us poor horny guys. Even an average-looking woman can work wonders if she knows what she's doing.

Nice guy
 

"I blew a lot of chances when I was young because I was trying to be a "nice guy"."

Same with me. And you know what they say about nice guys? "They often jack off alone."

I had a friend in college, and she would always sit on the floor with her hell up in her pussy. I never thought anything of it until someone mentioned on a forum somewhere that she would get off by sitting with her heel putting pressure on her clit and basically masturbating like that anywhere she would go without people noticing a thing.

Then I thought back to the person in college, and I realized that she was rubbing her clit with her heel basically all the time in front of all of us!

My English Teacher & My Co-Worker
 

I've been fortunate to have had experienced these sorts of phenomena twice!

The first time, it was my final year in secondary school (Senior in High School) and my English teacher had the habit of discreetly pressing a hip or a breast against me at opportune times. She was an athletic redhead in her early 50s, with a nice hourglass figure and soft C-cup breasts shaped (fascinatingly enough) like bananas. She seemed to wear low-slung demi 1/2-cup bras, so her breasts would occasionally jiggle and wobble ever so slightly without being obvious.

There were times where myself and other students would be standing with her behind her desk whilst she demonstrated some writing technique. Inevitably, she'd arrange things so I'd be standing on her left. She would point out something specific and would suggest we all lean forward to get a closer look, at which time she would "innocently" shift her footing and press her curvy hip against me.

This happened several times over two semesters. The final time, instead of her hip, she pressed her left breast into the back of my right arm. I could feel where her breast was bare under her dress, and where the lacy top edging of her low-slung demi bra started. Whether it was her hip or her breast, she would just continue pressing against me for what felt like a full minute as she continued with her informal lectures.

On occasion, she liked to use an overhead projector for presentations. I habitually sat in the back, and she always set up the project at the empty desk next to mine. Whilst other teachers would stand at these projectors in the middle of the class, she liked to sit at them in the back. As she was lecturing in a darkened classroom, she would start performing the sexiest shoe-dangling and barefoot flexing. She caught me countless times, out of the corner of her eye, ignoring the lesson and ogling her sexy performance which only seemed to encourage her! She is the primary reason I now have a foot fetish as well as an attraction to older woman. ;)

Nothing ever came of it all, but I fantasised countless times of having a May-December romance with her. I never understood what she saw in me. I assume it was out of pity as she was trying to help a painfully shy student out of his shell.

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The second time, which was a little over a decade after my teacher encounters, something similar occurred to me with a co-worker. There had been many months of innocent flirtations between us, and much of it was more like a genial sibling rivalry. We were both married to other people, so nothing further was in order. I came to realise things were more serious for her, which caught me off-guard completely. Things seemed to change a little between us, when she teasingly raided my break-room locker for embarrassing contraband. She found plenty in the form of a stack of library books about sexless marriage and vaginismus, which I usually studied whilst alone during lunch. Obviously embarrassed, she apologised and returned the books to my locker.

She was a zaftig blonde with a curvy, sexy shape just like Mandy2335 here on OCC. https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/member.php?u=1711210 This lovely lady had DD-to-F cup breasts. I confess that's estimated as I never had the opportunity to see them sans vêtements.

Perhaps a week after the locker incident, we were all standing as a group back in the storeroom, listening to a lecture by our boss. Out of habit, I always stood at the back of the collection of employees. Behind me came my favourite co-worker. She sneaked up behind me and discreetly pressed her huge right breast against my back. It surprised me, and I turned to look at her. She ignored my glances as if nothing was happening, and peered intently on what our boss was demonstrating. I returned my gaze back to the demonstration. But her lovely huge breast continued to press against me. Then she'd adjust a bit and her breast was pressed against the back of my left arm. Her breast was so soft, like the softest pillow in the world. She adjusted her breast again to my back. Her single pressed breast must have been 25-30cm (10-12 inches) in diameter. OMG! It was heavenly!

This went on for a good 5 minutes. The boss ended the lecture, and I felt that glorious breast leave my back. We all dispersed and went back to work. Nothing was ever said about it, and nothing similar ever happened again.

Upon intense recollection years later, I suspect it was her way of saying "I'm really attracted to you, and even love you just a bit. But we're both married and I have children. So this is my gift to you, given your marital difficulties. Keep your mouth shut about it, right!"

I confess that you good folks at OCC are the first to hear about this. No one else knows, besides her and myself.

I was in a sauna in Germany, and there was a long and hot aufguss. After it was finished there was a queue with everone getting out. Something strange poked me in the upper back. I thought some rude person was "pushing" me with a fingertip. When I looked behind there way a sweet lady with lovely long and firm nipples, and she was poking me with one. Probably my weirdest surprise ever 😁

Christmas Party Tit Rubber
 

We always had awesome company parties where everyone let loose including spouses. I worked in a male dominated industry so having women in the office other than the receptionist wasn’t really a thing. Anyways, our annual Christmas party comes up and everyone shows up ready for a good time. At the time I was middle management and all my buddies were as well but when the boss pays for upscale rooms for everyone and a free dinner, the mood gets more relaxed. At the time, one of the guys who started 9 months after me was pretty conservative and had a conservative wife until you put some drinks in her. Once she started drinking she would rub her tits on you pretty much constantly. It never went any further but when you’re in a social group of 40-50 people and regularly feel someone’s boobs pressed against your back you start to think more of it. It always felt like she was getting off rubbing her tits on me but I always played it cool at the time.

Interesting
 

It's interesting to hear how many guys have had this experience. Women know how to drive us crazy.