As I stood there, I felt Stuart stand behind me, close enough to feel his warmth without actually touching. I glanced from the corner of my eye over my left shoulder to see him. Glancing around I saw that Lisa and Chris weren't in the room. Obviously sensing my apprehension, Stuart commented that they had both gone to the toilets. Aware that there would be only a couple of minutes before they returned, I relaxed gently backwards until our bodies touched. His left arm automatically came up and round my waist in a gentle hold. I leaned my head back to touch his chest.
"You smell nice," he said, slightly nervous again.
"Thank you," I replied and pressed myself ever so gently further back into his body, my bum now touching his groin. He arched slightly away and I brought my right hand up, to hold his hand and wrist, still across my stomach, which by now was quivering like every butterfly in the country was living there. Despite his arching away, I thought I felt a slight pressure at the top of my buttocks. I could only guess what was going on in his trousers. I brought my left hand upn now and placed it on his upper arm, effectively pinning, albeit gently, his arm to my body, and me to him. The pressure behind grew.