Boobs Exhibitionist Gets the Man

Big Dicks

This is my entry into the 750 word project, where stories must be exactly 750 words long. It’s a big constraint, but I hope you like it anyway. Comments are encouraged! — JB

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I began simply enough. My breasts are a little big, and sometimes my blouse gaps between the buttons, revealing parts of my bra. I caught men looking, and to my surprise, it turned me on. I began to wear tighter blouses, a size too small for my bust. I got even more looks.

Inspired by the lechers all around me, I bought push-up bras and low-cut blouses. I could show off my boobs almost to my nipples. I got looks, but it wasn’t the same. I realized what men got off on the most, was getting illicit looks: Seeing things they weren’t supposed to see, when the woman (me!) made a mistake that gave them an illicit glimpse.

I knew I was weird. I live in New York City (Manhattan, to be precise), in an apartment on the fourth floor of a seventeen-story apartment building. It’s built in a U shape, so my apartment faces one denizli escort across the U. I have wide blinds, which of course I lower at night. Blinds are great, because you can arrange the slats so that people can see through them or not, depending on their orientation. I chose the angle that allowed people to see in, knowing that they’re not supposed to do so. Then I paraded around my apartment in a bra and panties.

Of course, I had no idea if people could see in easily, although I figured they could from apartments higher than mine, like on the fifth, sixth, or seventh floors. I got lucky: there was a fund raiser party for some political candidate in exactly one of the apartments directly across from me, and on the sixth floor, to boot!

I’m not into politics, but I paid my $50 and went to the party, just to see if I could see into my apartment! I had bought an inflatable doll for the occasion, and I left it in a spot I would naturally be, and I left my lights on. denizli escort bayan At the party I drifted off to the window and yes! I could clearly see the inflatable doll, right through my supposedly closed blinds!

There was this hunk at the party, too, and he began to chat me up. I had not bargained on that! He was Dylan, and he lived directly above the apartment of the fund-raising party, on the seventh floor. Dylan and I hit it off, and I told him I lived in the apartment across the way, and pointed it out to him. He nodded, not really paying attention, I guess. I hoped Dylan would ask for my number, or my email, or Facebook, or something, but he didn’t.

Knowing Dylan might look, and others too, really turned me on, and a few days later, as I wandered about in my apartment in just a bra and panties, I upped the ante and removed my bra. I got so excited, letting the girls roam free, even with my blinds down, that I almost orgasmed!

I ended up sitting escort denizli in my favorite chair, watching TV, and pretended my fingers belonged to Dylan, as they lovingly caressed the parts of me down there that I love to be caressed most of all. The arms of the chair hid any explicit sight of my self-abuse, but I’m sure it was indirectly clear to Dylan, or anyone else who might have been watching, what was going on!

Things kept escalating, little by little. After a while, I was naked with the blinds down, which made masturbating easier and nicer. I ran into Dylan once in the lobby, wearing a push-up bra and a low cut scoop neck blouse. I found an excuse to bend forward, and he took the look! He finally asked for my coordinates.

It was on our third date that Dylan made his intentions clear. I knew them all along, of course; every girl does. Men have always wanted to lay me. Big boobs have that effect. Dylan enjoyed himself and asked me out some more. One time I “forgot” to lower the blinds in my bedroom, and as Dylan undressed me, with the lights on, I was very much on display. I was so turned on that I gave Dylan the fuck of his lifetime. Then we did it again, putting on a show for the entire East Wing.

I still don’t know if Dylan realizes our shameless exhibitionism, but I suspect he does. We both enjoy putting on a show. I’m a lucky girl.

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