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Recently I experienced the first and probably only time I will ever touch a woman, due to a particularly unlikely event outside of my control. Whether this is a sign of better things to come or a sick form of divine punishment, no one knows for certain. So here’s how it went:
About me: 24, white, khv, thincel, spergcel, cutecel, high inhibition, socially awkward, relatively short (5’8).
Story: On a work trip. Me, 3 guys I don’t know, and a mid 30s woman on my team who I’ll call Hannah. Hannah is not married and has no kids as far as I can tell, 4’11, thin, round ass, and absolutely massive tits that 90% of the time she conceals with thick baggy sweaters Billie Eilish style. Very quiet and standoffish 1-on-1 but giggles easily in a group setting. Originally from overseas and has a very cute accent and cute mannerisms.
Last day of the trip we’re at the airport to go home. Flight gets cancelled so we decide to get a rental car and drive back, 6 hours total. It’s already close to 8 so we won’t get back until close to 2 AM.
We get to the car and I figure that Hannah would want to sit in the front seat for her own privacy and safety considering she’s the only women surrounded by a bunch of strange men but she offers to sit in the middle. So it’s her in the middle, me in the back left seat, and in the back right is a morbidly obese guy (>350 lbs). As you’d expect the fat guy takes up almost half the space so it’s extremely cramped.
I'm awkward and uncomfortable with touch so I go to great lengths to leave the tiniest bit of personal space between me and her. I grab both hands on the door handle and press my entire body against the side door with my legs crossed. This is enough to leave just an inch between our legs. It’s too cramped to use our phones without the others seeing what we’re doing, so this will be a long brutal and painful ride.
I spend hours in this exact position - both hands on the left door handle, legs crossed and body pressed against the side door -looking out the window and drifting in and out of sleep. The entire car ride I face the window and don’t say a single word or even glance at anyone. With around an hour to go my muscles are finally at a breaking point. I’ve reached the point where I’ve stopped caring and eventually I relax my position a bit.
I uncross my legs and without thinking let the side of my left leg lightly touch the side of hers. I expected her to pull away but to my surprise she stayed where she was. Her leg felt soft delicate and warm and I spent the rest of the ride home with my leg touched against hers. I realize this is my first time feeling the touch of a woman outside family in many years. Maybe it’s the oxytocin because it’s 1 AM and I’m 5 hours in to the worst car ride of my life but I feel weirdly energized and like anything is possible and I savor the rest of the hour.
We finally get back to our city and we drop off one of the guys at his apartment before returning to the airport where the rest of our cars are. I offer Hannah and the obese guy the front seat and they both decline so I feel obligated to move to the front seat for the rest of the ride to give them more space.
In the aftermath, I feel unusually energized for the next few days. Meanwhile Hannah calls in sick the next day and 3 out of the following 5 days, all of which happen to coincide with the days in which we are scheduled to be at the same meetings. We have not spoken since then except over Teams.
About me: 24, white, khv, thincel, spergcel, cutecel, high inhibition, socially awkward, relatively short (5’8).
Story: On a work trip. Me, 3 guys I don’t know, and a mid 30s woman on my team who I’ll call Hannah. Hannah is not married and has no kids as far as I can tell, 4’11, thin, round ass, and absolutely massive tits that 90% of the time she conceals with thick baggy sweaters Billie Eilish style. Very quiet and standoffish 1-on-1 but giggles easily in a group setting. Originally from overseas and has a very cute accent and cute mannerisms.
Last day of the trip we’re at the airport to go home. Flight gets cancelled so we decide to get a rental car and drive back, 6 hours total. It’s already close to 8 so we won’t get back until close to 2 AM.
We get to the car and I figure that Hannah would want to sit in the front seat for her own privacy and safety considering she’s the only women surrounded by a bunch of strange men but she offers to sit in the middle. So it’s her in the middle, me in the back left seat, and in the back right is a morbidly obese guy (>350 lbs). As you’d expect the fat guy takes up almost half the space so it’s extremely cramped.
I'm awkward and uncomfortable with touch so I go to great lengths to leave the tiniest bit of personal space between me and her. I grab both hands on the door handle and press my entire body against the side door with my legs crossed. This is enough to leave just an inch between our legs. It’s too cramped to use our phones without the others seeing what we’re doing, so this will be a long brutal and painful ride.
I spend hours in this exact position - both hands on the left door handle, legs crossed and body pressed against the side door -looking out the window and drifting in and out of sleep. The entire car ride I face the window and don’t say a single word or even glance at anyone. With around an hour to go my muscles are finally at a breaking point. I’ve reached the point where I’ve stopped caring and eventually I relax my position a bit.
I uncross my legs and without thinking let the side of my left leg lightly touch the side of hers. I expected her to pull away but to my surprise she stayed where she was. Her leg felt soft delicate and warm and I spent the rest of the ride home with my leg touched against hers. I realize this is my first time feeling the touch of a woman outside family in many years. Maybe it’s the oxytocin because it’s 1 AM and I’m 5 hours in to the worst car ride of my life but I feel weirdly energized and like anything is possible and I savor the rest of the hour.
We finally get back to our city and we drop off one of the guys at his apartment before returning to the airport where the rest of our cars are. I offer Hannah and the obese guy the front seat and they both decline so I feel obligated to move to the front seat for the rest of the ride to give them more space.
In the aftermath, I feel unusually energized for the next few days. Meanwhile Hannah calls in sick the next day and 3 out of the following 5 days, all of which happen to coincide with the days in which we are scheduled to be at the same meetings. We have not spoken since then except over Teams.
