When he arrived at the pub it was already crowded with fans watching the game. He spotted her standing near the bar, and worked his way through the masses until he was right behind her. He reached his arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze. She recognized this move and enjoyed knowing he was now the one bumping into her backside rather than drunk strangers trying for an accidental feel. He dipped his hand down to get inside her T-shirt, and ran his hand up to cup one of her breasts. She carried on as if nothing was happening under her shirt. Not wanting to call any attention to it she stayed focused on the game. He reached up and pulled one bra cup down, freeing her breast, and cradling it with his palm. His fingers were stretched out wide providing full support. He squeezed her breast tissue firmly, and hugged her back against his chest. She could feel a firm bulge in his pants pressing into her lower back. With all eyes on the TV screen, no one noticed the lumps of his knuckles moving under the surface of her thin shirt. Excitement in the pub grew as their team worked the ball up the field. He adjusted his hand so that his thumb and forefinger were on either side of her delicate nipple. She knew what he was going to do, but she wanted their team to score anyway. As the ball went into the goal the crowd erupted with cheers. He pinched her nipple very hard, and she shrieked out in delightful pain. Only he could discern the difference between her sharp scream and the crowd’s raucous celebration.