Tell me about a time a non sexual act turned you on

When I was in hospital and had to have my blood pressure checked, I was in the bed, the nurse woukd come over and take my arm to put the cuff on. As she pulled my arm towards her, my hand woukd always brush against her chest and breast. Sometimes I woikd try and keep the back of my hand against her breast for a few seconds longer as she out the cuff on.
 
When I was in hospital and had to have my blood pressure checked, I was in the bed, the nurse woukd come over and take my arm to put the cuff on. As she pulled my arm towards her, my hand woukd always brush against her chest and breast. Sometimes I woikd try and keep the back of my hand against her breast for a few seconds longer as she out the cuff on.
Aligns with that age-old hair stylist fantasy, things brushing up against other things. although mine is a wacky, buxom, hippy girl, which comes with its own, off the wall themes.
 
Aligns with that age-old hair stylist fantasy, things brushing up against other things. although mine is a wacky, buxom, hippy girl, which comes with its own, off the wall themes.
Mine varied as it was different nurses, somw buxom and some smaller bit most pulled my hand to their breasts.
 
I’m an absolute sucker for watching a woman drive a stickshift. Current partner can but doesn’t too often (bum knee) so it’s a treat when it happens.

Woman before her could too. One of the few people I trusted enough to lend my car to.
 
As with most things when you're 'of a certain age' this took place on a number of occasions quite a long time ago - when I had far more hair than I do today!!

I used a local hairdresser and like many, there were different people working at different times and the gents 'walk-in' side of the business had three chairs.

I'd had my hair cut by most of the ladies there until one day, a quite delicious woman invited me to her chair.

She was quite a bit older than me (Tick!), she was quite curvy - probably BBW really (Tick!) DEFINITELY big boobs (extra Tick) and she wore thong sandals (flip flops) to work (Big Tick!).

Wendy (as I discovered) wasn't very tall so it was a bit of a reach at times as she worked but what I noticed particularly was that as a result, parts of her luscious body were in almost constant contact with me as she worked and moved around me.

I liked that - quite a lot!!

She wore quite sheer kaftans at work. Not see-through but very smooth and very soft and I don't know what she wore underneath because nothing showed through - no lines or seams etc - except now and then, a lovely, hard nipple would present or on particularly warm days, what she wore might sometimes cling in 'special places'!

After not many more visits, I noticed that I was now consciously timing my arrival to make sure I was 'seen' by Wendy and every time, she slid herself around me in her delightful and delicious way, always in one of her soft kaftans and always in her sexy sandals. She had quite pretty feet for her age too so I was doubly delighted.

Being the relentless horndog that I was, I often found myself inventing fantasies involving her and made the most of every contact even though there was never anything to suggest any intent on her part.

I was quite sad when she finally retired and I've often wondered if she actually had any idea how sexy she she was and what she did for me.

I'll never know!
 
The other morning my wife was getting ready for work . She did her makeup while I was laying on the bed . She had on her bra and pantie . As she slipped on her blouse and skirt was getting excited . She slipped on her heels and stepped in front of the big mirror ran her hands across her ass . She straightened her nylons , then surprised me by raising her short skirt and slid her panties off , threw them on the vanity walked out and kissed me telling me to enjoy my day and left . I love this woman !!
 
As with most things when you're 'of a certain age' this took place on a number of occasions quite a long time ago - when I had far more hair than I do today!!

I used a local hairdresser and like many, there were different people working at different times and the gents 'walk-in' side of the business had three chairs.

I'd had my hair cut by most of the ladies there until one day, a quite delicious woman invited me to her chair.

She was quite a bit older than me (Tick!), she was quite curvy - probably BBW really (Tick!) DEFINITELY big boobs (extra Tick) and she wore thong sandals (flip flops) to work (Big Tick!).

Wendy (as I discovered) wasn't very tall so it was a bit of a reach at times as she worked but what I noticed particularly was that as a result, parts of her luscious body were in almost constant contact with me as she worked and moved around me.

I liked that - quite a lot!!

She wore quite sheer kaftans at work. Not see-through but very smooth and very soft and I don't know what she wore underneath because nothing showed through - no lines or seams etc - except now and then, a lovely, hard nipple would present or on particularly warm days, what she wore might sometimes cling in 'special places'!

After not many more visits, I noticed that I was now consciously timing my arrival to make sure I was 'seen' by Wendy and every time, she slid herself around me in her delightful and delicious way, always in one of her soft kaftans and always in her sexy sandals. She had quite pretty feet for her age too so I was doubly delighted.

Being the relentless horndog that I was, I often found myself inventing fantasies involving her and made the most of every contact even though there was never anything to suggest any intent on her part.

I was quite sad when she finally retired and I've often wondered if she actually had any idea how sexy she she was and what she did for me.

I'll never know!
Just a touch from another person as if it seems accidental makes me horny and wanting to satisfy them in any way
 
When I was nineteen and naive I thought clothing optional beach was just a nude beach and no one would choose the other option.

There I was naked, semi erect when a fully clothed couple walked by. The guy seemed to not look over, the woman looked and smiled😋
 
When I was nineteen and naive I thought clothing optional beach was just a nude beach and no one would choose the other option.

There I was naked, semi erect when a fully clothed couple walked by. The guy seemed to not look over, the woman looked and smiled😋

Me too. I also thought "nude" and "clothing optional" was the same thing
 
Third date, car got a flat and he changed the tyre. No stressing, got out and put the spare on, back in the car. Handled business and I rewarded him kindly as soon as we got through the front door back at mine.
 
Many dozens of moons ago, I shared an office with two colleagues working on the same software project, one of whom had become a very close friend. One slow Blue Monday, the latter sent out an internal announcement of a new version of his module, asking for feedback and stating that anyone who found a bug should report all relevant details, including one's shoe size and whether it was raining when the bad behavior had been observed.

I had a reputation for breaking stuff by doing things no sane user would ever do, so I immediately had a go at it in an attempt to lighten up my day. Sure enough, within about 15 minutes, I found something minor and duly reported it, with a detailed description of every single piece of clothing I was wearing at the time, known defects included. Writing what had started out as a simple bug report started to turn me on when I got to the underwear part, so I finished by inserting a mention that I could not provide the official size of my pants, as per their label, since I could hardly take them off at that moment. Truth is, there was a special reason for that... Seeing his facial reaction when he read that e-mail was fantastic. 😊

PS for completeness: With regard to the rain, I asked him to look out the window. I still wanted that bug fixed, after all...
 
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