These 'low-key' moments are a some of the best for me. Not sure why, but I can find them more thrilling than overtly sexual encounters.
One nice, very low-key, but very memorable example:
I was visiting a close female friend for a couple of days over Oktoberfest. We were both in relationships, our friendship was entirely platonic, but having spent a lot of time together at college, we are comfortable with each other (e.g. talking about sex lives etc.) She's a very sporty type, so has a very nice tight body. Long dirty blonde hair, small breasts, sculpted ass.
So, I was at her apartment and we were getting ready to go out for the evening. We were both getting changed into our Tracht (Lederhosen for me, Dirndl for her), me in her living room, her in her bedroom. I was ready and waiting for a bit when she came back into the living room wearing her red mini Dirndl (the real deal, not some costume) with a pair of high heels. Now comes the 'low-key event'. She simply asked if I could zip her up, adding 'This zip always gets stuck'. Of course I said 'Sure, no problem'.
A Dirndl zips up at the back from the waist. She turned around and pulled her hair aside so I could help. The rest is recorded in my memory in slow motion. First I noted with pleasure that I was looking at her bare shoulder blades, no bra tonight under the light built-in white blouse. I pinched the skirt just under the zip with one hand, and grabbed the zip itself with the other. Doing so, I made sure to pull the fabric towards me slightly. I'm standing behind my close platonic friend, who trusts me enough to put herself in this position, knowing full well what I can see as I look down the open back of her dress, to me that's the thrill, the fact that she knows but it goes unspoken.
I make a comment like 'Yeah, this zip really is stuck' as I pretend to struggle with it, prolonging the experience. All the while, I'm drinking in the view of her toned, tanned, bare back, slim waist, and (most importantly) perfect, tight ass cheeks framed in a tiny matching red thong with laced edges, poised just an inch from my own crotch.
After a few seconds of fake fumbling, I get the zip up, she thanks me, and we head out for the evening without a word said about the minor gift she's just given me. For the rest of that night, though, I rarely looked at her without picturing what was going on under that dress.
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