It began at a local soup kitchen where I volunteer. There are from 5 to 12 volunteers working at anytime. There is a warehouse like room behind the kitchen where they store the food on long shelves.
I happened to be in the warehouse with Nancy. Nancy was in her late sixties but still had an okay figure. She was rather small but had nice breasts. I am in my late fifties and had noticed her. Her husband had died many years before and she appeared to be a very conservative Christian woman.
This day I watched as she reached up to get a package off a top shelf. I moved toward her to help her when she slipped and I could see she was going to fall backwards. I jumped toward her and was able to catch her but her momentum was such that we both fell backward. Luckily there was a large pallet of rice. It was not a easy landing but the concrete floor would have been worse.
As I fell I was holding her and she fell on top of me. As we settled there on the rice I noticed that my hand was cupping her breasts and so I moved my other hand so now both my hands were holding her breasts.
"Are you okay?" I asked acting as if I was not aware of where my hands were.
"Yes, I think so," she responded and shifted her weight a bit. As she did I squeezed her breasts as I also shifted. She was still in a bit of surprised shock but quickly became aware of the position of my hands.
"Let me get up," she said.
"Ok," I said but still held her breasts long enough so she would have to know that I meant to do it. I then released them and pushed her to help her stand.
I pulled myself up and looked at her. She had a blush in her face and I smiled. As I did I looked straight at her chest.
"Are you sure you are okay?" I asked.
"Yes," she said as she brushed herself in an attempted to avoid my gaze.
"We were lucky we did not get hurt. But anytime you want to fall on me let me know," I said and laughed.
