Slybry's story reminds me of a girl I used to work with.
The company we worked for was known for having after hours functions at bars on a farly regular basis. She and her husband both worked there, and attended most of those functions together. On one occasion she and I were standing talking to each other well into into the evening, so we'd both had quite a few drinks. As we talked she kept moving forward and rubbing her tits against me. At first I thought nothing of it and would just politely step back. Then I realised she would just keep coming forward and rub her tits against me again. I backed up quite a few times until I finally broke off our conversation and moved away. Her husband was sitting at a table right next to us and either didn't care or didn't notice, but it sure made me uncomfortable!
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