This is a follow up to post 1009 about zipping up my friend's dress...
That same evening, out for Oktoberfest, had a nice moment too.
We had been drinking in one spot just the two of us and a couple people we happened to bump into. We were now going to meet up with other friends soon, so had to walk a long way to their bar. We were both already pretty drunk by now.
So we made our way. We always wrap arms around each other when walking together drunk. Just a normal friend thing, mostly to stabalise each other. Either we'll link arms or I'll have her shoulder and her my waist or vice versa. This time, her arm is around my shoulder, mine around her waist. I’m holding the hand around my shoulder with my other, sort of supporting her.
As we go, I’m feeling her swing. Like I've said, she's really fit and has a tight ass. I'm super conscious that I can feel her left cheek rise and fall against the blade of my hand, which is resting low on her hip. Throughout that whole walk I kept slowly lowering that hand, bit by bit, not knowing if she’s noticing or caring. We're chatting as we go, but my mind is 100% on what is going on just below my left hand.
Over time, that bumping against my hand changes to my palm resting on the top of her ass, rising and falling. Eventually I’m not on her waist at all, but fully grasping the side of her tight ass cheek. In line with her step, so she might notice less, I take the risk of slightly squeezing and releasing. By the end, my hand had rotated so that I was just fully cupping her whole cheek for the rest of the walk.
All the while we’re just walking and talking. She said nothing about it. But I thought she had to be aware of it. And maybe she was into it? All I know for sure is that I spent a good 20 minute walk full-on grabbing my longtime friend’s ass cheek through her thin dress as it alternated from tensed and muscular to supple and phat as she strode.
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