Next one was actually pretty similar to the last story but years and years later. I'm at a campout with a bunch of people. Lots of friend but several I don't know. We're sitting around in the grass just chilling for a while all in a circle. There's one woman I haven't really met who is sitting across from me, pretty cute and has like a knee-length light skirt on. I had sunglasses on and was kinda checking her out. She's sorta sitting on her side with her knees together and her feet under, so she's pretty covered up.

At some point the circle breaks up and people leave to go make food or whatever. I linger for a bit and we are one of the last couple people to get up. I figure she'll try and keep covered as she get's on her feet, but instead she swings one knee out wide, and as she rocks back and stands up, she gives me a perfect, full daylight, spread leg shot under her skirt. No underwear at all, just her beautiful naked pussy staring at me, with a little bit of pink lip poking out. It was truly an amazing moment.

As she's doing this she looks right at me and fully knows what I'm seeing. She makes kind of a shy face and looks away pulling her skirt down, but there's totally a little "oops!" smile there too. Like she didn't want me to think it was an invitation, but she knew what she was doing and knew I would probably look. I never really talked to her, but later on at a different event she was casually topless and didn't seem to care who saw, so I'm pretty sure she just liked showing off to strangers.

When I was in high school, our classrooms were typical 4 or 5 rows of desks with the teachers desk at the top. The rooms were fairly small so the top row was quite close to the teachers desk. My history teacher was a woman in her mid thirties, short blond hair, plain. Not terribly attractive but not ugly either.

She was my history teacher for a few years but she was also a religion teacher and was annoyingly smug about how much time she dedicates to the school outside of her normal hours. A very "holier than thou" person. One day she arrived into class and instead of sitting normally on her chair behind the desk, she sat fully on the desk with the legs slightly apart. She was wearing a skirt. I wasn't sitting in front of her on the top row but the students who were immediately started nervously giggling and not sure where to look. The teacher then said, "Guys, I know what you're laughing at but just deal with it". I'll never forgot that sentence.

She never did anything like that before or since. It seemed really out of character but the fact that she knew what was causing the students to laugh, actually addressed it, and didn't even attempt to change her posture seemed like it was on purpose, perhaps as a little experiment.

Ok, and what was under the skirt? I am sure fhe boys told about it.

My wife let it fall out for a friend
 

We were visiting with another couple before we went out to a club. I had to stop off at the little boy's room before we left. I left my wife in the living room visiting with the other couple. When i came back to join them, nothing said that was anything about something unusual happening. However, a few days later my buddy said, "Hey, i have a pic I took last Saturday that you might like to see. I was somewhat surprised by what he showed me. There was my wife stretched out in her new sparkle top with one of her boobs laid out for all to see. I have to believe she knew it was out. Apparently, she only slid it back under cover when I walked back in the room. He told me that when we returned from the club to their house, she somehow managed to have them both exposed for him at once. And she offered him a pretty good feel of them while they were out. She told him that if he was a good boy, she might let him suck on them in the future. Since that time, she has provided him with multiple looks and feels.

Many moons ago - i.e. late 90s, I worked in the sports apparel industry & we sponsored a local triathlon club. The club owner & his wife organised an evening where we would come over to his place & sell clothes to his athletes. We ended up being short on a couple of items, so he said 'no problem, drop them over at 11am on Saturday'.

When I arrived at his place, the front door was open, but the security screen was locked. From the front door, I could see straight into a bathroom, which had the door open. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer; I thought I could hear running water, so I waited. A couple of minutes later, the water stopped, and about a minute after that, a lady walks across the bathroom, naked except for a towel on her head. She turned away from me and faced the mirror. I could see her face in the mirror, and her entire naked rear - but she hadn't seen me yet (or so I thought).

I didn't know what to do - I was thinking that I didn't want to scare her, so I moved out of site for a minute or so, then walked (heavily, so as to alert her) up to the door & knocked. She was still naked; she just casually grabbed a towel & put it around herself, and came to the door. We chatted for a minute, said goodbye, and then she looked down & chuckled briefly.

I worked out later that it was deliberate. She knew I was coming & what time I'd be there. I ended up speaking to one of the club member later on (we became pretty good friends). He ended up more or less confirming that there was a bit of swinging action going on between the club owners & a couple of the athletes.

Friends gf
 

A friend of mine has a very conservative muslim gf. Shes always fully covered up (hijab, baggy shirt and pants).

One time, they went on a camping trip and I received a picture from my friend. It was his gf sitting at the front of a canoe facing the water with her pants so low on her waist that I could see her purple thong framing the top of her ass cheeks.

I always assumed he didnt notice her thong and ass sticking out before sending the pic to me so I never mentioned it to him. But now that i think about it, i doubt he sat behind his gf that long without noticing. Its almost like he likes the idea of showing her off and that was the only opportunity he could do it without her noticing.

Wife just can't seem to detect when there is a fashion malfunction
 

My wife seems to be unable to detect when she is in the process of having a fashion malfunction. And it always seems to occur when there is a guy around to whom she is somewhat attracted. I have several pictures that indicate what I am referring.

Pic 1: Getting ready to go out for the evening with another couple;
Pic 2: This pic goes with Pic 9, when she was letting a guy friend untie her boots with her skirt up around her waist and her mesh thong readily exposed for him to view up close and personal;
Pic 3: Having a drink with friends while something is sliding out the side of the top;
Pic 4; Having a slow dance with a friend while wearing a see-thru mini skirt:
Pic 5: Doing a high kick with a number of male friends looking on when exposing her g-string;
Pic 6: Posing for the camera just as her friend reached up and untied her top to let it drop, but she apparently never noticed;
Pic 7: Kicked back at the end of an evening with friends with her mini skirt up around her waist, missing her top and going commando (I guess this is her example of getting comfortable);
Pic 8: She likes wearing coveralls on hot nights to let the breeze blow through and sometimes the boobies get full exposure from both sides at once;
Pic 9: A friend assisting her to untie and pull off her boots (seems he was eager to help a damsel in distress with no top and exposed mesh thong -- what a buddy! And as he said good-night, he climb atop her, fondled her naked boobs, humped her a few times while she wrapped her legs around his waist.);
Pic 10: A friend showing cell phone pictures of his motorcycles while she looks on with one boob hanging out the left side of her top.

Do you guys think these are mere accidental exposures, or should I be a little worried when these accidents occur?

Shopping Centre Experience
 

I was walking through a shopping centre this morning in a small UK town. Friday morning at 9.30am. It was quiet-ish but there were plenty of people around when I spot a girl, I imagine in her mid to late 20s walking towards me in a white top with her B cup breasts bouncing up and down and incredibly visible due to her hard nipples.... she was a reasonably pretty lady. Breasts were nice and well defined, hard nips definitely helped.

But it struck me that this girl clearly just either a) wanted attention or b) full on wanted people to see her breasts this morning. Isn't that awesome? And she was just a nice, normal looking girl. I love that, knowing that there are girls wandering around who just want people to see their bodies on a random Friday morning in the shopping centre.

Opportunity Knocks ?
 

Sometimes you only find out later, much later, what it was all about. I'd called to see an old Youth Club acquaintance. "His Fiance is here"! bawled his Victorian Mother as I entered. I stood in the Lounge Doorway just as this 18yo tall, chubby blonde rose from the sofa, the folds of her pleated green skirt cunningly gripped twixt her elbows and hips. She smiled as, momentarily, our eyes locked in the Mantlepiece mirror. Then I switched to view the spectacle. The hem of skirt right up around her waist. Big Arse. Tight, white nylon briefs. Suspenders. Sheer Nylons. Long, long tapering, fulsome thighs. Stilettos. "I'm NOT Engaged"! Fi bawled, pointing vigorously with her right index to the bare, spread fingers of her left hand. "OH ! It's unofficial" ! crooned the Dragon.

I sat beside her as the Parents dozed, her stocking tops casually revealed as she squashes me against the sofa arm. I flee to the loo ! On return, I sit the other side, twixt her and Pa. Now, I'm pursued right up against the other arm ! I put my arm around her and cup her left breast. She smiles. I untuck her white chiffon blouse, unclipping her bra as she turns towards me. I seize her tits in both hands, thumbing her nipples. She sighs. But the room has a flourescent light, and it illuminates some sparkling blotches on the decolletage of her rippling blouse. I slide my right hand under her suspender and scrabble at her mons. "Open your legs" ! I demand. She swivells her left leg wide, but as she lifts her foot, her metal-tipped heel snags the Nylon Carpet. BANG ! The shoe, torn from her foot, crashes to the floor. The Parents wake, and Tea is made. They doze, so she exits to the loo, asking me to walk her home. She returns (having removed what?), carrying a well-stuffed leather shopping bag "OK"? she mouths as I rise to escort her. The Dragon wakes, screaming at Pa to start the Car. "We are taking you home"! it cries. "NO" ! He is taking me"! Fi responds. "But it's raining"! is the answer. "I've got ALL the protection I need" she shouts, brandishing a brolly extracted from her bag. "HE is coming with ME"! Pa starts the car, Dragon goes up to the loo. Fi stands by the Piano, visibly comparing the bulge in my groin with her Rolled Gamp. "I live on Posh Road. You can take me all the way. Come inside" she implores.

Enter the Dragon, seizing Fi by the wrist and dragging her through the promptly slammed door. She urges Fi to "Get in the Car" whilst clinging onto the handle to prevent my egress. I manage to exit to the hallway, just as the Dragon drops the Yale Catch and slams the Front Door. She turns on the Porch, the skin ripped from her knuckles as she thrusts her hands through the letter-box and holds the door shut to prevent my passage. Eventually I lever the door, the Dragon clenching her fists in a "Boxers-Victory-Salute" over her head as Fi boards the car. As I duck past, she jabs her fingers viciously towards my eyes. But I escape, reaching the garden gate as the car reverses. Fi is sat with tears streaming down her face, hammering at the electrically locked passenger door. "You off" ? chants the Dragon, slamming both Porch and Front Doors as I stand coatless in the drizzle.

Fi could easily have got my address and written, but she didn't. The next time I saw her was over a year later, at her Wedding. But that is another story. And little did I know that since leaving school she had worked in an Office, paid Double Money from Petty Cash, as the Sexual Object of a rampant, perverted Area Manager. She was being used to boost his Sales Figures to get Promotion. So exactly with who, doing what, and how often, and how old they were, God only knows ! She even took in a Record Player to drown-out the noise ! There are some Tunes she simply could not stand. So no wonder she was so desperate to marry. Anybody who came along. But her "fiancee" was the "smallest rigged" bloke I ever saw ! Her thumb was actually bigger than his cock ! So there was never any chance of satisfaction for either of them! But at least she got pleasure from being asked to take care of Family Debt ! Sadly, after 60 years spent servicing Mankind, she has now passed away.

My wife and I just moved into our neighborhood this summer. The couple across the street are renovating their house. They’re in their late 50s. She is pretty, curvy with large boobs. We got to chatting with them a while back about their remodel. They are staying in an apartment above their garage while the work is getting done. He was mentioning how they are still using the kitchen and shower in the main house and said something like “so sorry if you see us in our robes every morning around 8”. Seemed a little specific. A few days later I found myself up around then and I went to our kitchen which looks across to their house. I stood there a while and sure enough I saw the door to the apartment open and out came the wife. I expected a neck to ankle length robe but it was very short. And thin too. From 100 feet away I could see the jiggle and bounce of her tits and her hard nipples as she descended the stairs then made her way across the driveway to the house. Couldn’t help but feel I was guided to see such a view and wonder if more are in store with these folks.