Touching women's breasts.

[Dearelliot]

I love to fondle women, of course, not those who don't welcome it.
Over the years, and I'm old, so there have been plenty of years, and a few who welcomed my hand.
My wife and I used to hang out, two drinks sort of thing at the local watering hole on a Saturday night.
And of course you make friends there...and you sometimes get close, rubbing elbows, the alcohol, a little light touching...and everyone goes home with their spouse.
An attractive woman I liked, who had more drinks, used to come over and stand behind us, while we were seated at the bar, and press her chest against the back of my wife's chair. When I saw her coming, I'd nonchalantly put my hand on the back of her chair...And the woman would lean her breasts on my hand and talk...She did it often, it was her small gift to me..

 

[ontoit2]

I love to fondle women, of course, not those who don't welcome it.
Over the years, and I'm old, so there have been plenty of years, and a few who welcomed my hand.
My wife and I used to hang out, two drinks sort of thing at the local watering hole on a Saturday night.
And of course you make friends there...and you sometimes get close, rubbing elbows, the alcohol, a little light touching...and everyone goes home with their spouse.
An attractive woman I liked, who had more drinks, used to come over and stand behind us, while we were seated at the bar, and press her chest against the back of my wife's chair. When I saw her coming, I'd nonchalantly put my hand on the back of her chair...And the woman would lean her breasts on my hand and talk...She did it often, it was her small gift to me..

Always a fun and arousing time to feel those lovely breasts

 

[ontoit2]

Always a fun and arousing time to feel those lovely breasts

I love to fondle women, of course, not those who don't welcome it.
Over the years, and I'm old, so there have been plenty of years, and a few who welcomed my hand.
My wife and I used to hang out, two drinks sort of thing at the local watering hole on a Saturday night.
And of course you make friends there...and you sometimes get close, rubbing elbows, the alcohol, a little light touching...and everyone goes home with their spouse.
An attractive woman I liked, who had more drinks, used to come over and stand behind us, while we were seated at the bar, and press her chest against the back of my wife's chair. When I saw her coming, I'd nonchalantly put my hand on the back of her chair...And the woman would lean her breasts on my hand and talk...She did it often, it was her small gift to me..

And even more fun when the women clearly wants to get that feel

 

[Dearelliot]

The lady used to do it most nights we met, that helped convince me it was something she wanted...Sometimes my hand would be on the right side of my wife's chair, and the woman would lean her chest onto my hand, and we'd talk as though ignoring that her breasts were pressed against my hand.
I'm surprised fewer women don't offer their breasts to men to enjoy touching...I think of that as being cheap.
I know they don't want to have guys parked outside their house masturbating...but offering a free feel wouldn't hurt.

 

[eaee]

It is a mystery, no, it is a MYSTERY, as to why some ladies seek out touches for their breasts and others abhor the same thing. Unfortunately, the number of times women have pressed themselves against some part of me, shoulder, neck, hands, arms, chest and back, have been so few as to allow enumeration. Maybe the pleasure from those contacts impressed the on my memory. Waitresses, nurses, acquaintances, acquaintances wives the list goes on. I wonder if all those perpetrators would have welcomed the contact had I been the initiator? YOUTH WANT TO KNOW!!
Ladies, are you an initiator ? Under what circumstances?

 

[conquen]

There was this woman that worked for me and she was constantly, blatantly rubbing her tits on me. She would look straight at me and smile while doing it. Once she came up next to me while I was speaking with two other men and rested her breast on the back of my hand which was on a half wall and the perfect height. She just kept it there and joined the conversation. The others just looked on in disbelief.
If I weren’t married at the time I would have fucked her right in the office.

 

[StrongMaster7]

Great topic!

Thinking back to my earliest days dating, it was a dream beyond a dream to be welcomed to feel a woman's breasts. I recall a late night bus ride back from a ski trip sitting next to Heather. We were sort of snuggled up together to stay warm, but to me it was also as close as I had come to holding a woman ever. But as close as we were, since I was trying to not be a total creep, I didn't get 'a feel'.

When I finally had a willing woman in bed, I was all about those breasts.

The best memory of this is from Chemistry class in college. It was the first lab of the semester and the challenge is to figure out how the pan balance works. Being an engineer, I looked it over and figured it out pretty quickly, but others seemed to be having trouble. So, I explained what I had figured out to the other students near me. As I was showing the group how to work the balance, I noticed this petite redhead who was right up against my left side. She kept pushing in as if there was something amazing to see. I was almost annoyed when she shifted and suddenly my left arm was between her 36D breasts beneath her sweater, of course. And as I talked, she subtly moved back and forth and I got a real sense of how big and round and heavy her tits were. Needless to say, I shifted my focus to her and soon we were dating.