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.
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