Bus Stop Bookworm

nnnnnnnnnnA smattering of regular readers to Blog Andrew maybe aware I work for a famous Educational establishment in Oxford, commuting to work from an outlying English Cotswold Town, if not there’s plenty of photographs of you to see on this blog, Churches and the like with skylines of honey golden lichen patches on limestone tiles.

I’m getting off point, each and every weekday morning Monday through to Friday, I’m witness to quite a remarkable young woman! There’s several reasons she catches my attention and I don’t use the term of remarkable lightly either. She’s two attributes that catch my eye, for one she’s in her early twenties, 5′ 5″, slim with jet back long hair and in a pretty girl next door sort of way a thin characterful face with a touch of a Roman nose, but quite attractive and you know me I’m a sucker for a young pretty face (18+) Lol you should, I’m going through my middle life crisis and have been since age 18!

recytowanieI said two attributes, what I meant to say was three it goes without saying to catch my eye she must have breasts of sort, and this lady has smallish rather prominent mounds under her baggy sweatshirts and I forgot to say she dresses unremarkably casual. But returning to my tale, her third and most relevant attribute is more a remarkable observation, a favourite of mine human behaviour!

I’ll keep half an eye out for her until each she appears coming round the corner by the ‘Sue Ryder Hospice shop’, she’s one of those people who takes small strides purposely but more than looks or boobs, what sets her apart is the young lady ALWAYS carries a raised open book in her right hand, her head held high walking towards me with eyes that’ll glance up from reading all with a serene expression of a lady having not a care in the world, a mind whisked elseware, though ‘yuck’ she holds a roll-your-own between fingers on her left but we won’t go there! ūüė¶¬†

Then she’ll sit next to me on the low wall opposite the stop continuing to read, never closing her book she’ll queue and alight the bus as she’s reading, sit on the bus for half an hour again reading engrossed in always a hardback, then finally she’ll get off at her Oxford Stop walk briskly to where ever she works and yes her hand held high reading her open novel! And being the voyeur people watcher that I am, sometimes I can see by the pages she’s beginning a book other times she’s nearing the end of her story, and this evening I saw her continue her reading routine the whole of the return journey hence prompting this post.

Each and every working day is the same, I’ve never seen her close her book or stop reading ever! I’d love to film her for a YouTube video……… only JOKING!

So I’ve NEVER seen the like of this female bookworm before and I honestly do mean that, her day to day routine is similar to the rest of us except, now I know women are expert multitaskers, this lady isn’t ever without an open book and I notice other people watch and takes sideways glances all with a quizzical look across their faces.

If I’m being honest I do feel quite embarrassed seated reading my daily free Metro newspaper, with it’s banal contents little more than sport, tittle-tattle of what’s going on in reality TV world and the odd stand out political headlines which regale and sensationalise Donald Trump’s latest Twitter feed of mangled verbal diarrhoea. It’s idle lazy journalism at it’s worst that pollutes ALL our media outlets! I swear to you I wouldn’t be surprised one morning picking up a copy and reading Trump had nuked North Korea overnight. I’m not joking!

Anyways returning to my beguiling female bookworm with jet black hair! Perhaps some of you aren’t impressed with this evenings tale, perhaps she captivates me because I loiter around WordPress in my spare time, work with philistines, whichever! ūüôā I’m not adverse to admitting she impresses and fascinates me just because her reading deportment stands out so, and I’m ever so curious as to what genre of fiction she favours, romance? Fantasy? Horror? Jane Austin and Charles Dickens?

But more than any question I’m thinking she must have quite a remarkably creative mind also imagination with the volume of fanciful tales, mystery, captivating plotlines, conspiracy, rounded interesting characters floating around her mind. People who read books do impress me (true) AND I don’t wish to sound pompous and arrogant and all lofty above myself , I’m no different to anyone else I’ll talk about all things banal all day long, so very sad I know! Now if the long jet black lady spends her entire day reading fiction, filling her head with imaginative tales then I the one am quite envious and like I said at the beginning I’ve never seen the like of this lady bookworm ever before.

:/ Hmm one day I’ll maybe strike up a conversation, we’d don’t in England apart just saying good morning nice weather. Maybe I’ll have the nerve to ask her a little more about her notably stand out literary habit mindful we’ve a notable age gap and I’d worry she’d think I was trying to pick her up. Then again one morning I may tell her about the book review bloggers I read on WordPress or would that appear rather false of me because to my utter shame I know I could do with reading more………incidentally a habit I’ve been improving since blogging and following on WordPress. :/ Perhaps the consequence of being skilled with one’s hands is the mind becomes methodical and unimaginative?

Or perhaps this lady’s behaviour isn’t so out of place with you?

Andrew ūüôā

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Erotica, She let me cum……… pt3

An Original story written by ©Andrew 

(Continued from pt2)

yy99llllll……………..became friends, our email relationship had progressed to a point where one sunny afternoon in July, and not so long ago, I found myself in Chantelle’s London Flat ‘boudoir’ standing naked at the foot of a double bed inside her warm cosy bedroom, more precise I’d undressed totally nude only my hard cock to keep me company, holding it’s shaft in my hand a sort of comfort blanket, gently stroking calmed this horny guy excitedly anticipating heavenly pleasures only this voluptuous blonde could give me,

Oh did I say she was age 40!……………..Then through open door she walks this middle aged blonde goddess, with a big bum tight waste pert high round boobs, all dressed up as a nurse (backpage pic) in white mini-dress, her wide open cleavage as you’ve never seen in your life before.

We said hello, exchanged pleasantries and suddenly feeling quite emotional I moved to face her less than a metre apart, then peeking down her plunging neckline I moved closer still unbuttoning her all the way down, opening the white pinafore then slipping the soft cotton fabric backward over her shoulders, I remember standing transfixed dumb founded unable to move my eyes surveying up and down her pink naked body my brain trying to process this vision of beautiful naked womanhood. Chantelle has the firmest roundest most shapely breasts I’ve squeezed in my entire life, high and round about one handful. Then I place my hands above her hips pulling her body to me one final time, we embrace tightly, our heads along side each others, her baby soft cheeks pressing into my twelve hour stubble, her hushed voice saying,

“So Andrew what shall we do this fine afternoon?”

My heart beat slowed to normal, phew I thought to myself ‘we’re going to be ok, we’re going to have fun’ and completely relaxed I replied,

“Well in your email you said I could cum in your mouth and babe that sounds fine to me”, she giggled winked and said “not so fast honey, I want you inside my mouth but first some kissy kissy” and with that she grabbed great handfuls of my plump buttocks, her head leaning back giggling like the little girl Chantelle really was!

Then I kissed Chantelle, passionately, tongues deep inside the each other’s mouth, wet with saliva entwining dancing all you readers being aware there’s no body part more sensitive than the tongue………..we must have kissed for twenty minutes, you think I make this sh*t up? ūüėÄ Nope, our embrace became tighter, bodies touching ever more intimate, my hands moving from hips to squeezing fat buttock cheeks then back to her hips again, we kiss ever more passionately, devouring, breathless into each other’s mouths, even red lipstick smeared across our lips, I thought her face appeared amusing until I saw my reflection in a mirror later.

I’m a boob man through and through, large or small pert or sagging, means no odds to me as long as I can play with them, suckle on a nipple, drink like a new born babe then I’m happy and satisfied. What does breast milk taste of? I’ve bottle fed my nephew with J’s own milk craving to suck just once but I didn’t!

I longed to touch Chantelle’s breasts, but our bodies were tooo close! “Loosen up girl!!!” I said momentarily pulling away!

We continued to kiss, two naked silhouettes drawn together, her arms wrapped less tightly around my waist pulling holding me against her, her warmth touched every part of the front of my body, such an affectionate embrace of two lovers who’d been here before. Aroused, sexually excited I struggled to slip my hand between our bodies so I could grope her firm breasts, but I’d been a worried man when we first cuddled, I could feel my aroused hardness pushing between her inner thighs, the pressure making the base of my purple bell end tingle, thousands of nerve endings electrified and I thought to myself ‘what if in my excitement I’d entered her, my now horizontal phallus pushed deep in to her wet vagina pressing against her womb, throbbing engorged with blood, hell I may have spontaneously orgasmed sticky cum inside, consensual mind, is involuntary semen exchange rape if she hadn’t expected my phallic explosion! But not to worry I missed her pink gash, I don’t much like fucking anyway but all’s well ūüôā my engorged phallus slipped between Chantelle’s warm squeezed thighs, briefly stroking wet labia lips, mind you hers did flap about a bit, we kissed and kissed and deep French kissed some more, many a minute passed before we spoke again.

I guess with tired lips and aching jaws we must have mutually sensed it time to stop the wonderful French, so backing away I moved on to her bed, body sinking into warm duvet and dutifully followed by my mature horny babe her wetness flowing out of her vagina like water drops slipping down glass in a rain storm, and like a reluctant virgin about to be deflowered on her wedding night she lay down beside me. We embraced affectionately then as tight as before, gently rolling over each other for what will be one of the more fantastic afternoons of my life, as for her? She always said she had fun but this time she wanted something different. 

So lovely readers ūüėÄ we leave our two lovers for the moment, embraced facing each other kissing on the lips, all very tender and motionless.

:/

For months previous to first meeting we chatted time to time via email, Snapchat FB Twitter and Skype aren’t for me, aren’t for us, todays young internet generation can’t comprehend how two people can ‘play’ without help of social media and tell me where’s the harm daily writing to each other as our forbears would have? Do children today understand that written exchanges between lovers go as far back as Jane Austin times?

Who?

Love letters sent between lovers possessing intriguing codes secrets and hidden messages keeping each other guessing even after the letter is returned to it’s envelope, I enjoy email, it f*cking stresses me out mind, many a time I’ll press send then panic with questions of, ‘did I express myself as I intended? Oh God have I offended her? Worse still upset?’ Not to worry, more often than not my replies made her smile even laugh sometimes. Long ago I came to a decision not to on-line date, women have told me the horror stories, explained how scams work, perhaps I’m a cynic, for one thing is sure I know there are lots of lonely ladies out there, perhaps I should give it a try, honesty is one aspect of WordPress that is plain to see, the blogger you are reading is bearing her soul, truthful and trusting, me also because not a single word is a lie………………come to think of it perhaps on my old blog I did say I’d done anal, that must have been some weird dream because I haven’t been there…………..yet, enough and I’m SORRY!!!!!

Returning to naked me and Chantelle our bodies near joined as one tenderly rolling atop her double bed, me luckiest man alive hugging a beautiful mature lady……if a little overweight!

To be continued in my fourth and final part

¬©Andrew ‚̧

Erotica. She let me cum……… pt2

Original story written by ©Andrew

(continue from pt1)

feb2016 (1) …………………. this romantic tale comes in four parts, hope you read part 1, btw the naughty part begins in part three but how I came to meet Chantelle is important to my story.

So no sex yet!

Keep patient hopefully you’ll find it pretty hot stuff!

………..this romantic tale took place (perhaps it’s fiction ūüėČ ) after I’d deleted my first blog and for twelve months I’ve purposely shied away from writing about my sex life, number one because no one is interested, number two I find reading sex blogs tedious tho I love reading erotic poetry, but sex blogs lack soul to the point I haven’t Followed one in over a year and number three I haven’t layed a woman in ages! True that.

And I’m NOT showing off!¬†

So now you understand why I’ve refrained from tales of sex on this blog, apart from Helen’s striptease of course, but I didn’t masturbate while watching her breast examination so that doesn’t really count! I’ve banned myself from talking sex but for one time only I’m going to re tell a true story……. ūüėČ then again this may be fiction ūüėČ …… did you know there are awards for badly written erotic fiction………..I could Google it but can’t be assed b’cause it’s late!

Okay LOL I’ll attempt a dirty story………………. Setting the scene, one sunny afternoon several month’s ago I found myself inside a Flat in Canning Town………… that’s London to you………more precisely in a bedroom waiting for a mature woman, just how I like em!

:/ Ok ‘I found myself in a Flat’ isn’t a great beginning, let me start again by saying Chantelle and I had emailed too and fro for many weeks before first meeting, not a dating site mind let’s just say dating isn’t entirely the point to the particular chatroom we frequent, wouldn’t you LOVE me to reveal it’s name, afraid not! Ok why not there’s this website called ‘backpage’ where you place an advertisement when want an item, let’s say for example a wardrobe no let’s say sex instead and you’ve guessed internet users looking for sex go to ‘backpage’ to find the look of someone they like, there’s a message board for corresponding, telephone numbers are exchanged and then if the guy likes the look of the woman and the woman likes the look of the guy AND they both believe and trust each other they meet up! Easy as NO it’s a frigging minefield of scammers liars raving nutcases, but if you trust your sixth sense, implicitly, use common sense ‘backpage’ can be fun BUT lol you won’t ever find your soul partner and live happily ever after! ūüė¶

NO MONEY CHANGES HANDS!!!!

Do I need to explain anymore or have you fathomed how ‘backpage’ works? Put it this way you’re not buying a wardrobe in the furniture section!

God I could explain the point to ‘backpage’ and how it works ALL evening, lol let’s cut to the chase, one evening many months ago whilst scrolling through ladies pictures I happened across a forty year old divorcee called Chantelle, I clicked her thumbs up then she looks at my profile and clicks my thumbs up and then both being signed up members, how ‘backpage’ makes money, we both view each other’s profile pages normally hidden from view and importantly each other’s ‘photographs’ and when I say photographs I actually mean filthy near pornographic nude selfies, all tasteful and legal mind, well ours were on the whole tasteful, so we chatted on the message board, became friends then one sunny afternoon in July………

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Andrew

Sample taken from my profile page!

To be continued in part 3 then part 4.

Andrew ūüôā

 

Erotica. She let me cum……… pt1

Original story written by ©Andrew

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……………then again perhaps I didn’t cum in her mouth and this is a fictional tale.
 
I remember sexy times with ladies as vivid images burnt across my mind, I remember conservations as if my brain possessed an old style tape recording machine, mental powers alone able to press a virtual reality play button whilst sitting on a commuting bus, gazing out the window daydreaming and bored………..Jeez there’s so many unforgettable conversations to replay then again some deeply regrettable, perhaps this is a privilege only bestowed upon persons using public transport? I really mean that, an opportunity tailor made for talented bloggers unlike me. (Ahh, but true!)

Yes you did read that right, public transport! It’s a question of time my lovelies solitary boredom feeds a wandering mind! Good that. 

Sometimes I glance around people sitting on the top deck going to work, all doing very little, a few talking in hushed tones and not many read or listen to music which might surprise you, perhaps the jolting swaying down country lanes puts people off I know it does me. Most are silent deep in thought gazing out the windows, and I’ll find myself sitting there watching faces so curious, wondering what conversations and life stories they are playing back on their virtual tape machines? Arguments, happy times, last night’s telly or daydreaming sexual encounters they’ve had or wished they’d had, that pretty Sunday School teacher, a large bust so out of proportion for her slender figure, morning worship and I’d sit in the pew behind staring at the back of her bra, fantasies of what wonders the lingerie held up.

How many of you have the opportunity to sit alone each day, calm quiet with only your thoughts for company and if you’re really unlucky, two hours each day. Squandered precious time, Yes of course it is!

The deck of a bus holds forty adults all sexes and ages trapped constrained by passengers sitting next to them, all with important places to go, yes I’d agree if you said self inflicted solitude is dull and boring, if that’s what you’re thinking, but I’m here to tell you commuting to work by bus or train is one of life’s opportunities to let your imagination run riot, here comes the naughty bit.

No word of a lie many a time I’ve been travelling to work on a bus with an attractive young lady sitting next to me, I ain’t no perv mind but if you said voyeur, I am. I have been known to surreptitiously keep half an eye on her legs if she’s wearing a dress or skirt, you see when a lady sits you’ll know her skirt hem slips towards her hips, gliding across smooth black nylon tights revealing her shapely thighs squeezed tightly together, pussy lips closed tightly shut, her hem line resting distance dependent on the skirt’s length to begin with. Inconsequentials such as skirt length can make or break a bachelors day, if the lady works for a bank I’ll see her knees and little else, if she’s a College student (age 16+) chances are her skirt hem stops inches below her soft cotton gusset, knickers filled with forbidden fruit tasting moist and sweet on a guys tongue………………well pussy’s always taste sweet to me!

Where was I? Commuting to work by bus! Hmm before becoming side tracked by thoughts of female legs I hope I‚Äôve explained that far from being boring quiet solitude, the rhythmic side to side rocking of a bus allows one‚Äôs imagination to race with perhaps dreams of conquests past……………………or then again what to cook for the children’s tea tonight………. you pays your money you takes your choice……….. and those of you who blog, maybe you’re a little envious? Nah Andrew don’t be silly, the gift of time is ticking away.

Returning to me seated next to a young lady, when opportunity permits gazing at her smooth thighs (student not banker), and bare in mind commuting etiquette necessitates let’s call rule number one, that two human bodies never knowingly touch other, not even the slightest of contact’s……. do and you’ll get an evil glare, slip a hand between her thighs and you’ll get five years inside! ……..I’ll reach the end of this bloody ‘hosiery’ tale if it takes all evening!!!! Time to time I’ll peek at her black tighted thighs, highly erotic and turning me on but not exciting enough to give me a full hard on, the young lady quite oblivious unless she herself looks down aware blood is engorging my groin causing a hump in my jean crotch.

Little does she know, her oh so sexy legs recall memories of pleasant afternoon’s spent in bed with females of my own, my now perfumed neighbour overpowering my consciousness. I wait in eager anticipation when a bus stops hoping for a pretty lady to sit next to me, clutching her handbag drawn into her tummy and if I rest my elbow on the window seal, support the weight of my head via hand and forearm, I can twist my torso slightly and watch her out the corner of my eye without her noticing, I hope, and when the bus rides a bump I see her heavy bust bounce or jiggle if she’s little tits, really lucky if her collars open I may even see the hint of a bra cup, that quickens my breath and makes my heart beat a little faster, a vapour of cheap perfume wafting my nostrils, bras boobs black tighted thighs give rise to a harder phallus…………even came in my boxers once, wonder if she noticed………so ladies if you’re sitting on a train next to a guy don’t assume he’s contemplating the weather! ūüėČ

Got there in the end! Am I a naughty boy? :/ Or am I worse?

I could write a book of tape recorded stories in my brain, oh I already have, they’re all on my first blog LONG ago deleted………….and why is a long story! But in hindsight I’m pleased I kept no copies, so beware all you poets, story tellers and bloggers, keep copies, back up your files!¬†

The heavenly tale I’m soon to tell, remember you still have an opportunity to run, all……..

To be continued, and I ain’t deleting this time! 1000 words done 2000 to go.

¬© Andrew ‚̧

34 – Pt 3. This is a preface to MY OWN voyeur story!

Note this isn’t a movie review ūüôā

To those of you reading in WordPress¬†Land the screenshots are of course¬†borrowed from the master of suspense and voyeurism himself, Alfred Hitchcock, and the annoying GIFs are¬†taken from¬†his movie ‘Rear Window’¬†where Jimmy Stewart is of course spying on Miss Lonelyheart, who may or may not be a Prostitute he never lets on, but I like to think¬†‘yes’¬†and my guess knowing Alfred Hitchcock Miss Lonelyheart is really a Hooker, he loved his blondes¬†but who knows?

Conversely Miss Lonelyheart¬†represents the disaster of single life, she was always¬†being visited by single men,¬†were they suitors? Or lovers? But that’s a different tale and I’m on a roll talking voyeurism.

This isn’t a movie review ūüôā

After writing 2¬†posts titled ‘Voyeurism’ you would have assumed I’d done my homework and¬†consulted¬†a Dictionary, showed you a little professionalism, respected¬†my reader, done some research like all you proper writers!

You’d have thought I’d looked up the true meaning wouldn’t you?

You’d be wrong, I was lazy.

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Miss Lonelyheart (btw one of my favourite films)

I’d assumed Voyeurism just meant watching people go about their daily business but I was wrong, turns out the true definition is darker……a whole¬†lot darker and¬†even a little sinister!!¬†Yes Downblouse and Upskirt are¬†distasteful and illegal practices but I’d never¬†fully appreciated ‘Voyeurism is¬†the practice of spying on people engaged in intimate behaviours, such as undressing,¬†or other actions usually considered to be of a private nature.’ (Courtesy of Wikipedia)

I’ll spare you any YouPorn¬†voyeurism videos¬†because I absolutely detest pornography and by that I mean legal consensual pornography between adults…….I truly hate it!

Voyeur (def): a person who obtains sexual pleasure or excitement from the observation of someone undressing, yep more darker and sinister than I’d first assumed. OK¬†I agree Voyeur is¬†only a word after all, but I wish I’d appreciated there’s a difference between watching someone get on a bus and secretly¬†observing women undress err for examples sake!

Lol anyways now I know.

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Actor Kevin Bacon voyeur to¬†his ‘prey’ in the movie Hollow Man

I¬†‘penned’ a¬†story on my previous blog¬†which may or may not have been true. That blog’s long gone so I’ve decided¬†to write again and¬†I am not going to apologise for letting you decide again, bloggers keep replying telling me not¬†to say sorry, they say ūüôā Andrew write what you wish and let the reader decide ūüôā

So here’s my¬†late night¬†voyeuristic tale¬†set against¬†the backdrop of¬†a very non typical English summers¬†evening, I say non typical, I’m told in America’s Deep South hot and humid evenings are described as ‘swampy’ well¬†if you live in England you’ll get two or three ‘clammy evenings’ a year!¬†I’m labouring the point here with the humidity references but you get the idea when I say¬†tonight was one of those evenings where you walk around the house naked, and so damn hot and humid¬†you’re balls would be¬†sweating ūüėÄ

One summer evening several years ago I happened to be looking out my bedroom window, the time was midnight and I’d just gotten out of bed.

Story.

‘Through slightly parted curtains I propped myself up¬†against the¬†bedroom¬†window¬†sill and looked across the¬†fields behind the house opposite, tonight I was watching a truly spectacular thunder and lightening display,¬†mother natures power can be truly awe inspiring……………..

Andrew

(A little naughty of me to pause¬†but¬†I haven’t¬†finished editing yet¬†and gulp I only hope I haven’t, to borrow a cookery phrase,¬†I hope I haven’t ‘over egged’¬†my tale¬†to such an extent¬†you’re disappointed!

I’ll tell you this much though, tonight’s events might or might not be true¬†and¬†I’m not telling which, but if you know me you’ll¬†guess right.)

Pt 1  Pt 2 are hopefully an interesting read.

 

 

33 – Voyeurism pt 2

Continuation of part 1………….. Voyeuristic thoughts and musings ūüôā

Downblouse (definition):¬†Watching female breasts whilst looking down a woman’s dress also cleavage. (Courtesy of Wikipedia)

Do you have questions you‚Äôd¬†love to know the answer to but never been brave or stupid enough to ask?¬†Possibly you didn‚Äôt ask because a spoken¬†enquiry would get you in to deep water or at least warrant a slap around the face‚Ķ‚Ķor both‚Ķ‚Ķ..and probably you didn‚Äôt ask because that question is so personal it could even be deemed sexual assault! Ladies do you possess a sixth sense? Can you tell when a guy’s¬†looking down your blouse?

I should like to say the photo below is a stock image from the internet¬†I Google searched the¬†phrase ‚ÄėFemale Cleavage‚Äô (for reasons to be elaborated on)¬†and happened across this picture of a lady on a train, notice the¬†logo VOYEURCLOUD.COM¬†in the left hand corner proving I DIDN‚ÄôT take it,¬†so now that¬†the ‘woman on a train’ ownership is crystal¬†clear let me begin!

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Google search engine image copyright unknown

Several years ago¬†one sunny humid afternoon I was standing on a railway platform going somewhere (can’t remember where)¬†then¬†my¬†train pulls into the station,¬†so I board a coach only to find all available seats are¬†occupied¬†also people standing shoulder to shoulder¬†around the door. So I push my way along a coach aisle coming¬†to a halt¬†directly between two seats with my hands holding their¬†headrests¬†to¬†steady myself, then the¬†train pulled out the station¬†meandering its way through the English countryside.

I‚Äôm a great people watcher, I think everyone is, and I remember looking around that carriage¬†observing people reading¬†chatting daydreaming¬†or wistfully gazing¬†out the window and of course I was¬†looking for¬†pretty girls with their boobs bouncing up and down in time to the rocking coaches. All is not well though because I’m aware many people are watching me and¬†that made¬†me extremely self conscious I can tell you!

So when¬†the passengers¬†attention became too intrusive I’d look down at the floor and well since I¬†defined Downblouse up top, you’ll have guessed what happened next! Yep I‚Äôd just looked directly down¬†a seated¬†young woman‚Äôs open collared white blouse and this being high summer, stifling hot, she’d¬†quite a few top buttons undone! Then for the next ten minutes or so I’d look out the window, glance around the passengers faces¬†seeing who’s watching, then look directly down her blouse again and¬†not a word of a lie I nearly had an orgasm in my pants, in fact¬†I can still picture¬†her¬†lacy bra and pink boobs now,¬†omg what a train journey!!!!

What do¬†you make of that admission? Incidentally¬†similar plunging cleavage scenarios happen to me quite regularly ūüėČ but I guess at some point¬†peering could become¬†leering?

I‚Äôm getting side tracked here but who cares, no one’s reading, the most likely place to see a lucky Downblouse is¬†Department Store payment counters, like M&S. I‚Äôll be standing in line to pay for clothes and could well be watching a young lady assistant¬†leaning forward over the counter, bend down to pick up a carrier bag then lean¬†over the counter again.¬†Truly wonderful voyeurism perhaps made more exciting because¬†she doesn’t know I’m¬†viewing¬†her bra and boobs or does she? God now you‚Äôve got me going, I could¬†tell you many more instances but¬†perhaps I’d better not.

Btw this always happens completely by chance!

Ok you’ve twisted my arm, here’s another scenario, I’ve travelled on buses¬†and looked down many a ladies cleavage, perhaps that’s why I sit upstairs‚Ķ‚Ķ‚Ķ‚Ķanything wrong admitting? Any harm in¬†enjoying? But of course that brief glimpse never lasts long, over in a flash, however there was the lady¬†sitting on a Delicatessen shop¬†floor whilst I was waiting for¬†my sandwich, same scenario, looking at¬†her small boobs nestling inside a cute purple bra for what seemed an age,¬†and before you ask no¬†she didn’t notice then we went¬†our separate ways. I’m NOT a perv, erotic moments like these ūüôā make life worth living¬†living.

Here‚Äôs another photograph¬†from the internet I didn‚Äôt take.tumblr_m74zmpyp8l1qzooqho1_500Now honestly¬†I‚Äôve only just realised she‚Äôs also sitting on a train‚Ķ‚Ķ‚Ķ.so be careful ladies and don’t you think the pictures¬†sharpen the mind? Btw¬†pt 1 is a lot more serious and addresses this crime, Jesus f#ck what sort of a guy takes photos? Sick men that‚Äôs who and¬†before you ask I own a ¬£15 Nokia without a camera thank you very much!!!

Pt 3 is an intro to my own story.

I’ve been told off by several ladies for my post apologising¬†so I won’t, judge me for writing but at least I’m honest and¬†tell I tell a tale with affection.¬†‚̧

Andrew

 

 

 

 

 

 

32 – Voyeurism – being secretly filmed Pt 1

So before you go getting your ‘knickers in a twist’¬†ūüėÄ I’ve written this post for genuine reasons, the included newspaper article¬†caught my eye¬†when I first viewed on the internet¬†so I thought this could make an entertaining if thought provoking post. Voyeurism is a modern day phenomenon and as you’ll all be aware¬†men who secretly film women are sick and perverted, what they’re doing is illegal and in my opinion sexual assault, so yes¬†Pt 1 is rather serious but Pt 2 is hopefully more amusing Pt 3 intriguing:)

WordPress are quite broadminded when it comes to issues discussed here, well they seem to be and¬†I’ve been and checked their terms and conditions so¬†all’s good good?

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A Googled image, the lady knew she was being photographed.

Two illegal also socially and morally unacceptable voyeuristic definitions from Wikipedia which are key to this Post and the second to follow.

Upskirt:¬†illegal voyeurism involving the practice of making unauthorized photographs under a woman’s skirt, capturing an image of her crotch area, underwear.

Downblouse:¬†illegal voyeurism¬†involving watching female breasts looking down a woman’s dress. It may take the form of making unauthorized photographs down the top of a female’s dress, blouse or other garment, capturing an image of her breasts or cleavage.

A question for you, have you ever asked yourself¬†whether you’ve¬†been followed by¬†a male¬†pervert holding a smartphone¬†and he’s secretly¬†been pointing a camera where he shouldn’t? Invading your privacy, sexual assaulting you? I came across this article below and thought it interesting reading:

Eveningstandard: Three men were arrested for filming and taking pictures up women’s skirts in separate incidents on the Tube last week as Police continued to crack down on sex offenders carrying out abuse on London’s transport network. The men were caught by officers at Green Park, Gunnersbury and Angel stations between 14-18 July.

A photograph is a digital tattoo is it not? Now you can quite rightly argue I am guilty as charged using the¬†above photograph¬†on this Post. Maybe? It’s a stock image, so with that fact in mind go back to those Wikipedia definitions and¬†let’s say¬†if you were to¬†enter¬†Downblouse or Upskirt into Google then¬†many¬†similar¬†images will appear and on Google of all places, btw I Googled researching this post.

Several years ago, like you do, I¬†attended a ‘last day at work Christmas party’, a slightly forced evening but fun,¬†so there we were 50 or so mixed sex employees assembled in a staff refectory¬†all rather self consciously standing around in groups chatting laughing having fun!! I’m a hell of a lot more confident with a glass of red in my tummy btw, lights were dimmed music was playing, all very convivial if a little false but¬†we were enjoying ourselves also¬†lol parties improve with alcohol ūüôā don’t they, so there we all were and I had this question on my mind.

Work colleagues aren’t necessarily¬†close friends,¬†you’re thrown together by the simple fact of occupation and there are people I would NEVER usually meet socially and¬†no doubt vice versa lol. Yet¬†I spend more time in close proximity with them than¬†my own family,¬†sometimes 8¬†hours a day 5 days a week lol. Well at the Xmas party¬†I asked a female PA, for some reason you can no longer call¬†admin assistants¬†secretaries, they’re PA’s now……..I think it’s something to do with letting¬†people know you’re very important¬†plus you get a higher Grade….anyways don’t be so churlish Andrew.

Like I said I’m at this ‘party’ and I asked a lady PA¬†why she wasn’t dancing, I wasn’t asking her if she wanted to dance with me!! No I was just curious why no one¬†was letting¬†their¬†hair down? Then she¬†answered with a reply which¬†took me quite by surprise, “YouTube that’s why” and she wasn’t joking either! She¬†explained further before we changed subject¬†she was frightened someone might film her dancing, making a fool of herself, then Upload onto YouTube………and the penny dropped, this is exactly what happens, whatever you may be doing whether tripping over in the street or¬†flashing ones¬†panties on the dancefloor¬†you may subsequently find¬†yourself plastered across the internet…..ok I’m stating the obvious you all¬†know what’s¬†viewable on¬†YouTube,¬†but I guess¬†watching Upskirt¬†videos is¬†all well and amusing unless¬†the underwear¬†happens to be¬†yours!!!¬†Internet photos are¬†digital tattoos, they’re¬†on the net for ever!

To be continued……………………….

Andrew

17. ‘Black Tighted Thigh’ a moral dilemma!

 

Skirt tucked in undies
Google image

 

I like to¬†think of¬†myself as a perfect gentleman, I’ll open doors for ladies at work allowing them to walk through first, and on a morning I’ll say “no, after you”¬†inviting a lady to alight¬†a commuter¬†bus before I¬†do¬†even though by Societies Rules I should go first. I’m polite because¬†throughout my formative years mum taught¬†me¬†the art of good manners both by instruction¬†and by her example. I’ll say¬†“please” and¬†“thank you”¬†many times throughout a day not because I have to, after all I’m an adult now I could forget all I’ve been taught, you know¬†do away with all the “please may I have…..” “please could you pass……”¬† but I haven’t¬†forgotten because¬†being polite is now second nature and yes being polite¬†does makes me feel good about myself¬†and¬†more¬†often than not she’ll smile¬†sweetly in return¬†ūüôā

But of course a true gentleman must also have sound morals.

I work in Oxford and many¬†times a week I’m¬†stopped¬†by Tourists asking for directions, I must have one of those approachable friendly faces! For example earlier this summer¬†an¬†overseas speaking tourist handed me¬†her white¬†iPhone,¬†then her and a friend¬†stepped back 20 paces asking me to take a photo of themselves standing in front of a British Red Telephone Box and even now I can¬†clearly remember thinking as I took their photo ‘these ladies are¬†very trusting, I could turn and run off with their ¬£400 iPhone’…… but of course I didn’t!

Skirt 2However because I’m writing a blog¬†story and I’ve included two rather¬†‘apparently happens’ pictures, you’ll have guessed there’s a qualification to my loveliness, an ulterior reason¬†for¬†all the¬†polite gentlemanly childhood references and lol yes there is.

Each weekday at work, come¬†mid morning I’ll nip out to¬†Taylors Delicatessen 5 minutes away¬†so¬†I can¬†buy an ’emmental cheese and salad sandwich’, my colleagues call me idle for not making a daily packed lunch and¬†yes I am lazy but they are rather tasty.

So this Wednesday as usual, I walk off campus¬†and as an aside there’s a rather nice benefit¬†to being outdoors in¬†sunny Oxford this time of year,¬†there’s sure to be lots of ladies (all ages)¬†wearing summer dresses which brightens up a boring day, University students, shop ladies¬†or tourists Oxford’s awash with beautiful women ūüė¶ big sigh! Anyways I¬†cross the main road and quite a few meters in front of me is a young lady showing rather a lot of leg, her black ‘tighted’ right thigh and calf¬†to be exact.

I hadn’t noticed her pass by while I was looking both ways before crossing, but then catching up¬†behind her I did one of those double takes, let me explain she had what you would call a major wardrobe malfunction! For whatever reason unbeknown to the lady the right side of her dress was pulled up trapped between shoulder bag and buttock! I know quite incredible and I might add extremely sexy when¬†viewed from behind, a¬†few paces in front of me was a lady showing her black tighted leg from shoe heel right up to well the base of her bag, no knickers on show¬†just¬†her¬†very sexy¬†leg line!

And I might add she wasn’t the first ‘caught dress’ scenario I’ve ever witnessed!

“So what did¬†you do Andrew” you may ask?¬†I guess I should have run up to her, tapped her on the shoulder and said “miss did you know your dress hem is caught”, like I’ve¬†explained I¬†consider myself a well mannered perfect gentleman, I should have said something shouldn’t I but alas I didn’t, I followed admiringly for a minute (only) then she turned right into an alleyway and I¬†walked straight¬†on to buy my sandwich and that’s the last I ever saw of her!

But for quite a while afterwards I wondered at what point did she realise her clothing embarrassment? Did some kind gentleman a few moments later point out her dress hem malfunction? Or for the next 25 minutes did she walk into Oxford City centre with no one telling her, I guess someone did!

But if I’m going to refer to myself as at least chivalrous then¬†‘Andrew you should really have said something to her’, in¬†fact¬†approaching might have been quite a fun exchange, hmm¬†:/ not my finest moment was it! As always with me, ‘my dick ruled my brain’ which is¬†another phrase for pretty women lol are my only weakness! (One or two of lady readers¬†understand there’s a moral tale connected to that admission!)

Andrew