Standing over me, one thigh pressing into the rim of the table, she smiled.

She moved in close, her thigh pressing against his.

But his thigh pressed the length of mine, and that he could have avoided.

He moved slightly, the length of his thigh pressing briefly against mine.

That last struck Adam right where it was meant to, and his thighs pressed together tightly.

His thigh pressed to hers, but he didn't even try to rectify matters.

She edged a little closer to me in the booth so that her thigh pressed against mine.

She shifted her weight and let herself lean against him, her thigh pressing his.

When he had, she straddled him, her thighs pressing against the outsides of his.

She shifted on the bench so that her sun-warmed thigh pressed against mine.