mar66sal said:
I'll have to admit I have always been a looker, and that has not changed one bit. Part of life is enjoying the beauty around you, and young ladies are always willing to share that with the world. As I've gotten older, I've gotten less discrete about it, too. I mean, I think most people do it to different degrees, whether they admit it or not. We are hard-wired for it.
To my surprise, as long as you don't look like a total creep, many girls seem to enjoy the attention. I no longer try to hide the fact when I get caught. I just give a smile that lets her know three things: 1) I know I got caught, 2) I'm not embarrassed for looking, and 3) I enjoy what I see. I've never gotten a bad reaction from this. It's amazing what a warm smile will do. I think this allows us both to enjoy the moment. I enjoy seeing her lovely form, and she enjoys the affirmation that men find her sexy. When I am having a conversation with an attractive woman, I also don't try to hide the fact that I notice her body. Again, I don't blatantly stare with my mouth open, but I do let my gaze wander where it wants to go as we talk. Overall, women have always responded well to this honesty, some feeling comfortable enough to show a little more.
I also love watching other guys enjoy the sights, and I have also become good at spotting it. Once at the library I was minding my own business, working at a table near an older gentlemen when three beautiful college freshmen girls walked by. They were each wearing yoga pants so tight and nearly translucent that you could make out that two were wearing thongs underneath and one was going commando. Two also had the type of t-shirts that end just above the belly button, allowing the world a view of their tight, flat tummies. As they passed, I leaned back in my chair slightly to enjoy the view of their tightly rounded asses bouncing slightly as they walked giggling between the tables. I saw out of the corner of my eye the older gentlemen doing the same. We caught eyes for a second, nodded and smiled, then went back to our work. It was great seeing another open appreciator and acknowledging that, yep, we all want to look, even if some won't let themselves. And I certainly rubbed one out later thinking about what I'd do with those three tight young ladies given the chance, as I'm sure the other gentlemen did.
I'll have to admit I have always been a looker, and that has not changed one bit. Part of life is enjoying the beauty around you, and young ladies are always willing to share that with the world. As I've gotten older, I've gotten less discrete about it, too. I mean, I think most people do it to different degrees, whether they admit it or not. We are hard-wired for it.
To my surprise, as long as you don't look like a total creep, many girls seem to enjoy the attention. I no longer try to hide the fact when I get caught. I just give a smile that lets her know three things: 1) I know I got caught, 2) I'm not embarrassed for looking, and 3) I enjoy what I see. I've never gotten a bad reaction from this. It's amazing what a warm smile will do. I think this allows us both to enjoy the moment. I enjoy seeing her lovely form, and she enjoys the affirmation that men find her sexy. When I am having a conversation with an attractive woman, I also don't try to hide the fact that I notice her body. Again, I don't blatantly stare with my mouth open, but I do let my gaze wander where it wants to go as we talk. Overall, women have always responded well to this honesty, some feeling comfortable enough to show a little more.
I also love watching other guys enjoy the sights, and I have also become good at spotting it. Once at the library I was minding my own business, working at a table near an older gentlemen when three beautiful college freshmen girls walked by. They were each wearing yoga pants so tight and nearly translucent that you could make out that two were wearing thongs underneath and one was going commando. Two also had the type of t-shirts that end just above the belly button, allowing the world a view of their tight, flat tummies. As they passed, I leaned back in my chair slightly to enjoy the view of their tightly rounded asses bouncing slightly as they walked giggling between the tables. I saw out of the corner of my eye the older gentlemen doing the same. We caught eyes for a second, nodded and smiled, then went back to our work. It was great seeing another open appreciator and acknowledging that, yep, we all want to look, even if some won't let themselves. And I certainly rubbed one out later thinking about what I'd do with those three tight young ladies given the chance, as I'm sure the other gentlemen did.
