Peeking down/through blouses and tops

To those who have sent me a PM and asked, here is a cleavage pic of me in my scurbs:
http://img268.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=895208427_Picture073_123_559lo.jpg
Oh and my personalized littman cardiology 2 stethoscope. Fucking awesome

Nice.

I was getting a blood test a few months ago, and the nurse leaned forward while straightening my arm in a way that not only did I cop a nice glimpse of her tits, but my hand literally ended up jammed in her cleavage. In a bio-mechanical way for the purposes of taking a blood test it was actually quite practical, but I was kinda sitting there thinking... does she spend all day with strangers' hands jammed between her tits? It did make the procedure rather pleasant actually.
 
Nice.

I was getting a blood test a few months ago, and the nurse leaned forward while straightening my arm in a way that not only did I cop a nice glimpse of her tits, but my hand literally ended up jammed in her cleavage. In a bio-mechanical way for the purposes of taking a blood test it was actually quite practical, but I was kinda sitting there thinking... does she spend all day with strangers' hands jammed between her tits? It did make the procedure rather pleasant actually.

There is actually a condition caused by hot nurses/dr's. I think it's called white coat hypertension. Hot nurse causes blood pressure to rise ... Damn i love nurses
 
Nice.

I was getting a blood test a few months ago, and the nurse leaned forward while straightening my arm in a way that not only did I cop a nice glimpse of her tits, but my hand literally ended up jammed in her cleavage. In a bio-mechanical way for the purposes of taking a blood test it was actually quite practical, but I was kinda sitting there thinking... does she spend all day with strangers' hands jammed between her tits? It did make the procedure rather pleasant actually.

Actually ya know what? I realized that at work night before last. I am awful for throwing the guys arms out there and it hits my cleavage on accident and half the time i dont notice it! I am totally oblivious but sometimes i notice becaue it's like people try to consciously keep their arms away from that area. But yes, I am guilty of that sometimes, and mostly I don't notice but when I do I am professional, of course, and move away :p
 
Hi....

Last afternoon my landlady's adult daughter bent over toward me to pickup a little plastic end-table....in doing so her pull-over yellow top and little white bra bowed out from her chest so I could look down the shirt and see her lovely breasts....they were quite small breasts, so I could see absolutely all of them, even the nipples....they looked like a teenager's just-developing breasts....I knew that she knew what she was doing....showing them to me....it was very exiting that she wanted me, an older man, to see them....we hardly know each other....then last night in my bed I used this image to masturbate myself to sleep....
 
Chain jewelry shops in the local mall....

Most of the large chain jewelry shops in your local mall, especially during the late afternoon and evening on weekends, have at least one saleswoman on duty each who is wearing a loose-necked top or dress....and I find that they are more than willing to bend over toward me to fetch something out of a lower shelf in a jewelry case....as they do so, of course, the top of their dress or blouse bows out so a fellow at the counter can look down and see their breasts....I can usually see as far down between their breasts so I can see the bottom of their bra....the funny thing about this is that sometimes they put one of their hands or forearms up across their chest as they do so, as if to serve as a modesty shield, but they are always careful enough not to cover a very good view down the front of their clothing....maybe they think you'll linger around long enough to buy something....
 
June in our accounting department (a subject of one on my Lit stories) is a small chested woman who loves loose fitting tops. she's constantly bending over and giving great glimpses of the tops of her little fifties in their ill fitting bras. can't tell if she knows or not, but I don't care as long as the views are continued.
 
Maybe it's due to this thread that I am paying closer attention, but I caught one of my male students (college) trying to peek down my shirt. :eek:
 
Maybe it's due to this thread that I am paying closer attention, but I caught one of my male students (college) trying to peek down my shirt. :eek:

On the flip side, last night I caught a quite generous peek down the shirt of one of my female (college) students. I hope I didn't get caught, how to explain that in the end of semester evaluations?
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99%

So it's safe to assume most guys are looking and hoping for a peek?

the 1% being blind - even then they could sense the moment!

I had an fabulous experience of this at a meeting with a client - myself and 3 males from the client in the meeting room - thye were all 'the bosses' - me pitiching for a conference production job.

A couple of time during the meeting in came the bosses PA - a ginger haired lady (not a stunner facially) but a nice lady wearing a skirt and knitted jumber - she brought in papers and drinks etc.

At the end ofh te meeting only the boss was left and myself he asked Anne in to get some copies of notes for me - on this occasion she lent ober the desk and her jumper 'gaped' leaving me a gteat veiw of the most gorgeous and generous melonous breasts - probably caught 2-3 good views.

A few minutes later the boss man took me to her office and asked her to get what was needed - so there I was standing over her desk as she was loading files and struggling to print - paper jam or some queue error - all through this she was below me and often leaning over - so these great mounds of flesh were there for me to oggle at will -and she seemd totally oblivious of the fact - she wa a bit older than me - not a stunner but not unnatractive and a nice woman t'boot. I was in a kind of heaven until the twitch in my trouser gave way to ful on hard on - which was tenting my 'chino' type pants . This kinda embarrassed me and I moved to the other side of the table to hide the fact - but Anne neede my attention to go through an agenda from and as I came to look at it her gaze was straight on my bulging pants - she kind of stoppe in her tracks for a couple of secpnds and then carried on regardless. I still got a few more glimpses but kept my distance a bit from then on.

I reckon if I had been a bit more daring I oculd have made more of this - as it turns out Anne became a good lcient for a few years and I had a few more meetins with her - never to the same effect tho.

The imagery has been in my memory ever since and I have dreamt of it and been aroused by it many times. Inlcudng now!
 
On the flip side, last night I caught a quite generous peek down the shirt of one of my female (college) students. I hope I didn't get caught, how to explain that in the end of semester evaluations?
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careful...that's how it starts...a couple stolen glances at the peachy breasts of a coed on minute, the next she's got her face in your crotch licking herself to an easy A! ;)
 
Being in my sixties means I've had thousands of down-blouse peeks over the years. Here are two examples.

I was reminded of the first by Hope's posts. I've had a few interventions (stents) and resultant stints in cardio rehab. The nurses need to take BP during exercise and this one larger breasted woman would place my arm between her arm and side. Being on a treadmill, I was higher up and this placed the back of my wrist on the side of her boob. Walking briskly, I'd purposely exaggerate the sliding motion, rubbing several inches in each direction throughout the measurement. I want to believe she allowed this deliberately because her head lights never failed to poke out. :)

Perhaps 30 years ago, at a bowling league banquet, a female bartender was hanging her titties all night long. My wife noticed the long male queue and the overflowing tip jar so she asked the young lady if she was showing on purpose. Seems she admitted that since discovering the results, she purposely shows (and averts her eyes to allow long looks), getting 3-4 times the tips she used too.
 
Did you give him a show, sweetheart?

LOL, no. That's one of those lines I feel icky about.


However, I've been thinking about this a bit more in relation to being in the general public. For an exhibitionist, the peeking aspect could be very enticing. If I were the exhibitionist type....:rolleyes:
 
A favorite activity of mine.
Also its summer here in Brisbane, and my kids and their friends ... well I cant help but view the girls nipples when they get out of the pool :D
I try hard not to look :rolleyes: but it seems my eyes have a mind of their own :D
So I wear dark sunglasses, dont want to upset my girls by embarrassing them :eek:
 
LOL, no. That's one of those lines I feel icky about.


However, I've been thinking about this a bit more in relation to being in the general public. For an exhibitionist, the peeking aspect could be very enticing. If I were the exhibitionist type....:rolleyes:

The question is...should it be overt or subtle? Do you want the voyeur to know that you are giving him a show or do you want him (or her) to feel like he caught a fleeting moment.
 
The question is...should it be overt or subtle? Do you want the voyeur to know that you are giving him a show or do you want him (or her) to feel like he caught a fleeting moment.

Well, if I were the exhibitionist type, I would get excited by his wink. smirk, raised eyebrow or knowing look. ;):devil:
 
Well, if I were the exhibitionist type, I would get excited by his wink. smirk, raised eyebrow or knowing look. ;):devil:

If you were an exhibitionist... :)
So it's the shared knowledge. The fact that he knows you're giving him a gift. Would you smirk back or feign embarrassment to freeze him in his tracks? Would you want him to run into you in the frozen foods as well?

Raised eyebrow. I'll remember that
 
If you were an exhibitionist... :)
So it's the shared knowledge. The fact that he knows you're giving him a gift. Would you smirk back or feign embarrassment to freeze him in his tracks? Would you want him to run into you in the frozen foods as well?

Raised eyebrow. I'll remember that


I think the pink color in my cheeks would tell the tale. I'd meet his eyes under the veil of my lashes. Something tells me he might find me in other aisles. Yes?
 
I think the pink color in my cheeks would tell the tale. I'd meet his eyes under the veil of my lashes. Something tells me he might find me in other aisles. Yes?

It's her returned blushing glance after his raised eyebrow. He decides it might be worth lingering a bit longer. Test his notion that it wasn't a fluke. Wasn't an accident. Never greedy but always a willing playmate. Does she secretly hope to run into him again?
 
It's her returned blushing glance after his raised eyebrow. He decides it might be worth lingering a bit longer. Test his notion that it wasn't a fluke. Wasn't an accident. Never greedy but always a willing playmate. Does she secretly hope to run into him again?

She does. You see, she gets a thrill from the attention and teasing. She beckons with her eyes and dress. The slight curve in her mouth could be a smile or a pout. Next time she runs into him, she gives him more of a show. And she discretely looks to see if she is getting a *physical* reaction...hoping.
 
She does. You see, she gets a thrill from the attention and teasing. She beckons with her eyes and dress. The slight curve in her mouth could be a smile or a pout. Next time she runs into him, she gives him more of a show. And she discretely looks to see if she is getting a *physical* reaction...hoping.

He loves to be teased, taunted, led around by the bulge in his pants. He senses that she's a bad girl that can pout her way out of trouble and he swells at the thought. He meanders down the aisle knowing she's about to turn the corner. He stops, she comes around, and his pants tighten at her mere presence. She obligingly leans over to examine th lower shelf but this time looks right at him, and he her. The veil is lifted. The game is on, and they both flush with the thought of continuing their public escapade, elevating it slightly with each chance meeting...he remarks about the price of tea in China and she feigns interest, giving them both an excuse to let the moment last as his gaze drifts down to her v-neck...
 
He loves to be teased, taunted, led around by the bulge in his pants. He senses that she's a bad girl that can pout her way out of trouble and he swells at the thought. He meanders down the aisle knowing she's about to turn the corner. He stops, she comes around, and his pants tighten at her mere presence. She obligingly leans over to examine th lower shelf but this time looks right at him, and he her. The veil is lifted. The game is on, and they both flush with the thought of continuing their public escapade, elevating it slightly with each chance meeting...he remarks about the price of tea in China and she feigns interest, giving them both an excuse to let the moment last as his gaze drifts down to her v-neck...

She anticipates seeing him as she readies to turn the corner. There is a tight know of excitement in her belly. She gets a rush from the adrenaline. She is determined to give him a show he won't soon forget. She turns the corner and there he is. His pants show obvious signs of arousal. When she bends over to pick up something from the bottom shelf, she knows he sees the tops of her globes--almost all the way to her nipples. Her bra in the way. She curses it. She feels a rush of wetness between her legs. His gaze is hot and full of desire. She almost feels him stroking her. She squeezes her thighs tight. Then she stands, he talks to her about some tea. It's in front of him. She steps closer so she can reach the shelf in front of him. Almost imperceptibly, her ass brushes his pants. She knows he is looking over her shoulder and down her shirt.
 
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