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.