She Grabbed My Chest
I've been enjoying wearing tight or revealing clothing in recent days. One part of my job has me working in a small group with three or four women, there's also another man in this group of coworkers. I've caught all of the women checking me out on one occasion or another so I go out of my way to wear something tight, revealing, or both when I know I'm going to see them.
I took a vacation a while ago that I hadn't been planning on taking, and it got in the way of me working out, to the point that I missed an entire month or more of exercise. When I got back to work, one of my coworkers asked,
"How are you doing? It was one of the women, the newest one to join our team. I'll call her Rita for the purposes of this story. Rita's demeanour was overly friendly. She smiled with wide eyes when she asked.
"I'm doing alright," I said "but the vacation time got in the way of my regular workouts. I've missed them".
"Really?" she replied. Her eyes widened and I followed them as they went from my face, scanning down to my chest. I was wearing a cobalt blue compression shirt that fit tightly around my body, one of my favourites. My pants were a pair of tight track pants that are a little small on me and a thong underneath that raises my cock bulge a little bit. Even when I'm not hard, If you look, you can almost always see the bulge in my crotch when I wear a thong or g-string. "Well you still look fit," said Rita, "your chest looks really nice".
She then reached out and grabbed my chest in front of everyone, and held her hand there for a few seconds before she let go.
Rita is a confident and successful woman. She likes to wear tights which show off her thick curves. She is not a BBW, but she wouldn't be considered thin or skinny either. Her body is that of a slightly thicker milf with a nice PAWG booty and thighs that look good when she's having fun. Seeing her waiting doggy style with her big ass up in the air would be very hot!
*** Six weeks later... ***
We were at a small get together that was a mix of our group of coworkers and some other friends and acquaintances. I was wearing a pair of form fitting track pants and a tight compression t-shirt. I've become more bold and less self conscious with my body over the last few years, and my tops have become tighter on average than ever before. Rita had noticed this, and I stood there and watched as she approached me with her girlfriend's arm around hers. They were both whistling and catcalling things like,
"Hey sexy!" at me as they came over to where I was standing.
Their friendly and flirtatious attitude made me more relaxed than I already was, smiling back at them was effortless. Rita asked a question she seemed to have been wanting to ask for a while when she said,
"So, tell us why you're always wearing these tight little shirts that are always pressed against your body. Is it for some special reason? Is it just because you want to feel sexy?" her tone of voice was teasing but playful.
They were cool and fun. I felt comfortable with them, and was happy they were being so friendly. In most cases I would have made up some excuse related to exercise and health benefits. Those may be true, but the girls hit the bullseye when they mentioned feeling sexy. Looking and feeling sexy is a great thing and it's the driving force behind a lot of my decisions lately. So I answered,
"I'm not going to lie. That's what it is, I just want to look and feel sexy, I think it's hot."
They joked around even more with flirtatious comments like,
"Oooh, well let's see those muscles in those tight little shirts. Wow."
Then, casually and without much thought, Rita reached over and grabbed my chest again. But this time she didn't just feel it quickly and let go after a second or two. Instead, she stood there smiling with her girlfriend while she rubbed up and down and side to side along my chest and continued doing this as we laughed together. She rubbed her hands gently along the way, feeling everything she wanted to touch, and it was a good while before she let go.
I took a vacation a while ago that I hadn't been planning on taking, and it got in the way of me working out, to the point that I missed an entire month or more of exercise. When I got back to work, one of my coworkers asked,
"How are you doing? It was one of the women, the newest one to join our team. I'll call her Rita for the purposes of this story. Rita's demeanour was overly friendly. She smiled with wide eyes when she asked.
"I'm doing alright," I said "but the vacation time got in the way of my regular workouts. I've missed them".
"Really?" she replied. Her eyes widened and I followed them as they went from my face, scanning down to my chest. I was wearing a cobalt blue compression shirt that fit tightly around my body, one of my favourites. My pants were a pair of tight track pants that are a little small on me and a thong underneath that raises my cock bulge a little bit. Even when I'm not hard, If you look, you can almost always see the bulge in my crotch when I wear a thong or g-string. "Well you still look fit," said Rita, "your chest looks really nice".
She then reached out and grabbed my chest in front of everyone, and held her hand there for a few seconds before she let go.
Rita is a confident and successful woman. She likes to wear tights which show off her thick curves. She is not a BBW, but she wouldn't be considered thin or skinny either. Her body is that of a slightly thicker milf with a nice PAWG booty and thighs that look good when she's having fun. Seeing her waiting doggy style with her big ass up in the air would be very hot!
*** Six weeks later... ***
We were at a small get together that was a mix of our group of coworkers and some other friends and acquaintances. I was wearing a pair of form fitting track pants and a tight compression t-shirt. I've become more bold and less self conscious with my body over the last few years, and my tops have become tighter on average than ever before. Rita had noticed this, and I stood there and watched as she approached me with her girlfriend's arm around hers. They were both whistling and catcalling things like,
"Hey sexy!" at me as they came over to where I was standing.
Their friendly and flirtatious attitude made me more relaxed than I already was, smiling back at them was effortless. Rita asked a question she seemed to have been wanting to ask for a while when she said,
"So, tell us why you're always wearing these tight little shirts that are always pressed against your body. Is it for some special reason? Is it just because you want to feel sexy?" her tone of voice was teasing but playful.
They were cool and fun. I felt comfortable with them, and was happy they were being so friendly. In most cases I would have made up some excuse related to exercise and health benefits. Those may be true, but the girls hit the bullseye when they mentioned feeling sexy. Looking and feeling sexy is a great thing and it's the driving force behind a lot of my decisions lately. So I answered,
"I'm not going to lie. That's what it is, I just want to look and feel sexy, I think it's hot."
They joked around even more with flirtatious comments like,
"Oooh, well let's see those muscles in those tight little shirts. Wow."
Then, casually and without much thought, Rita reached over and grabbed my chest again. But this time she didn't just feel it quickly and let go after a second or two. Instead, she stood there smiling with her girlfriend while she rubbed up and down and side to side along my chest and continued doing this as we laughed together. She rubbed her hands gently along the way, feeling everything she wanted to touch, and it was a good while before she let go.
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