[sweeptheleg]

I was at a wedding a while back. The dinner portion was about to begin. I had put my jacket down at my assigned table and I really wanted to get drinks before the grand wedding party entrance and speeches began. But I was a little bit boxed in between tables and guests seated.

The path of least resistance was a small gap between an empty chair and a woman who was leaning down over a table she wasn't sitting at and telling her friends who were sitting at that table a story. It was a tight squeeze but the only option I had. I was a little shy, so I stood next to the woman for about 20-30 seconds hoping that either her or one of her friends would alert her that I was trying to sneak by.

I was pretty much ignored and just decided to sneak by with her bending over that table anyways. As I snuck by, I could feel buttcheek, crack, buttcheek pressed against my dick through my dress pants. She didn't so much as move or flinch as I snuck by. After I passed through I looked back ready to give a quick "I'm sorry" to her, but she didn't even look up. She just kept talking to her friends.

I did enjoy that moment and always felt a bit guilty about enjoying it so much. And it wasn't just the sensation I felt for that split second. But I have the mental image of looking down at her back, waist and hips as I passed through too. But the purpose was just to get to the bar to get a few drinks in me before it was too late.