Barber
Not really groping but a lot of contact... Way back when I was a teen I had a woman barber probably in her mid 20's who was sort of a hippie type wearing flower shirts, leather vests with fringe, bell bottom Levis, headbands, etc. She was overly well endowed [if there is such a thing?] who seemed incapable of maneuvering around the barber's chair without pressing her massive mammeries into my arms, shoulders and back, not that I was complaining. It almost seemed as though rather than initially adjusting the chair height so that she could cut my hair at the optimal height, but so she could maximize the time her breasts were touching me. At first I froze not wanting to react inappropriately, but after several visits it became apparent she was just very casual with her body. As I got use to the contact I would move my arm or shift in the chair to increase and adjust the pressure between us, all very innocent. The last time I saw her she was wearing a top that revealed what appeared to my teenage eyes to be the Grand Canyon of cleavage. The usual contact ensued as she cut my hair. As she was checking her work and stood behind me she put a hand on each side of my head and pulled me back to nestle my head in her luscious cleavage. Time seemed to stop as her warmth enveloped me, but then she pushed my head back straight and the haircut was over. Nothing was said [I was speachless] and I never saw her again.
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