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.
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