Peeping & Creeping
This group is for people that love to see or hear people enjoying life. And for people that like to have other people see or listen to them having fun.Can be looking through windows from the sidewalk, seeing someone getting naked / having sex in public (cars, woods, streets), listening to your neighbors having noisy sex, having sex in the room with someone else in the room, accidentally being...
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Downblouse peeking
Return to DiscussionsDuring college, I worked at two different jobs that required people to write in front of me.
One was a womens dorm were the girls had to sign in when they got back to the dorm. Never understood why, since they could come in all night until I unlocked the front door at 6 am. Just had to sign in. On the standard desk. Right in front of me. In the 70s. All night long.
The other was working in a liquor store. Where most of the people coming in either paid in cash or wrote a check. The counter was higher. But they still had to lean over to fill out and sign their check. Right in front of me. In the 70s. All evening long.
Normally they were distracted by their task. Filling out their name or their check. And no way they would notice that I was busily looking down their blouse. Just drove me wild when a woman would bend over and a top button or 2 or 5 would be open. The sight of their bra inside their blouse, maybe a slight peek of their nipple if I was lucky. Or the few times a week when someone would show up bra-less.
To this day I go out of my way to catch sight of some titties peeking out of a loose t-shirt or dress.
My search history is littered with variations on downblouse! Anyone else as afflicted? Or have other search term suggestions? Or how to see them in the wilds?
I, like most of us, have recollection of a number of random serendipitous moments but one I do recall was one I was reluctant at the time to make happen. My classmates in our English class quickly twigged how our female teacher (on the young side of middle-aged and with a plucky personality) had a particularly open blouse on this day, and just happened to need more assistance with their exercises.
When I was 20- years old, I went across the street from college to a department store that had a salon in it. The young lady who cut my hair was wearing a loose-fitting blouse. When I went to pay the bill, she leaned forward. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see her bare breasts, nipples and all. They were beautiful. I was so flustered that I was probably turning red. Of course, she knew what she was doing. Unfortunately, when I returned to get another haircut, she was no longer working there.