The other night, I was outside a classroom taking a break after an exam with a few fellow classmates. To make a long story short, one of the girls in my class was leaning against me with her breast pressed firmly against my right hand. My first instinct told me she was flirting, but she’s 13 years younger than me, and she knows I’m married and I have a daughter, etc. So, what do you think? Was she flirting? Did she perhaps not notice where her breast was? Maybe she was just oblivious. Is it possible that there’s a 20-year-old girl out there that is naive enough to not realize that’s overtly flirtatious behavior?
So, what do you think? Why is your breast on my hand?
Perhaps she was gauging you to find out if you’d move your hand away. Since you didn’t, my guess is you’ll find out very quickly how much more flirtatious she can be.
I second Mangetout – I was wondering how, in any comfortable, relaxed general posture suitable for public places, you end up just casually with a breast and a hand at the same coordinates. My guesses are he had his hand up holding the strap of a back pack, or was fidgeting with something on his shirt/jacket pocket, and she leaned against it before he could move it down. And that it was a press against the back of the hand.
I was holding a bottle of Poland Spring water, and the professor was teasing her about how readily she blushes. She was standing next to me, and got in closer in a sort of mock defensive posture against him / commiseration with me (she was sort of huddled against me), when the incident occurred.
Well, now that you’ve explained said position, I’m not sure you’ll like my assessment:
If it was something like that, the girl might not think of you in a sexual way at all. (i.e., she thinks of you as an “older guy” and thus safe) She might not think anything of it, any more than she might if she’d pressed her boob against a girl’s hand.
Or, she might enjoy the thought of doing something overtly naughty with someone “safe.”
Still, might not hurt to keep an eye out for other signs.
reminds me of the time I went to the dentist for a routine cleaning:
the male dentist-in-charge gave me a quick checkup, and then turned his assistant loose on me with the tools. A 20-something, and VERY female assistant. She leaned very close over me, and pressed her breast solidly & firmly against the side of my head while sticking other body parts deep into my body. (now, now–I’m only talking about sticking her fingers into my mouth)
I tried to enjoy it; -I have never been so tightly smashed up against an oversize boob and unable to move. But somehow all the romance fades when the breast-owner is wielding sharp weapons and making your gums bleed
Well, why is your d*** in my mo… errr! AHEM! I am so kidding, sorry. My mind is all hopped up and nutty from the iced cafe mocha I just gulped, pardon me! Why do I respond in such a fashion sometimes?? I think I’m forever tainted by my retail days sigh.
Was she wearing a parka or anything? Sometimes I find parts of me scrunched up against strangers in the subway that I would not normally scrunch, but through ten layers of clothing…
I was the recipient of a significant boobie-push a few years ago. Dismissed it as accidental. A few months later found out that it had indeed been deliberate, if only subconsciously so. No more detail am I prepared to go into.
Aha. Ample, well, there ya go, especially if it was a pretty momentary press. We ‘ample’ girls tend to kind of forget that certain parts of us proceed the rest of our bodies.
Or, how I ended up with paint on just the boobs part of my painting t-shirt
Plus if it were “only” the back of your hand, and you’re a safe married man, she probably didn’t think of the contact as anything untoward.
But then, being on the “boobie end” of things, I could be wrong. Guys? when you get hugged by an extremely well-endowed woman, and her boobs are the first thing to contact you, are you consciously aware of it?
Maybe I should rein in my hugs?
Sorry I digress, from the POV of the owner of an “ample” pair, I wouldn’t really notice a momentary contact, such as you describe, with the back of someone’s hand.
