One drunken night after a work happy hour, my coworker let me feel her boobs.
A group of us had been drunkenly bar hopping and our sober (ish) friend had agreed to host an after party. We piled into the car laughing and talking and excited to continue our night.
Someone suggested we stop for food. Always a hit with drunk people. The driver and the person next to me in the car volunteered to go in. My coworker was sitting in the front passenger seat and I was in the back seat directly behind her.
We were alone in the car when she made some comment about how everyone had felt her boobs tonight. That was something I had missed at the bar. I immediately piped up, ‘I haven’t!’ And she goes, in the sexiest voice ever, words that burned into my brain forever “You can touch my boobs.” I don’t know if it was the alcohol talking or I had missed some signs, but god damn if that wasn’t music to my ears.