This is not downblouse. It's upblouse!
A few years ago, just coming off Hove beach was a woman maybe about thirty, nice figure, wavy dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin. She was wearing a loose dark blue t-shirt and putty coloured shorts.
She was leaving the beach with her dog on its lead and the pooch had obviously been in the water and this was a normal thing because she had a towel with her. As I was going down the steps to beach level, she was at the top, just a few feet above me.
At the decisive moment, she bent over and gave the doggie a good going with the towel. And I looked passed her backside and right up her flapping t-shirt. No bra, of course. As she towelled the doggie dry, her fulsome tits wiggled and jiggled above me. Quite large, dark nipples. Nice.
I was so taken by surprise that I stopped, let out a laugh and just stared. She looked down, passed the dog, and directly at me, and she knew. She just knew exactly what I'd been looking at. Maybe she'd been enjoying the feeling of her boobs swinging about or maybe she'd just remembered that she wasn't wearing a bra. But she knew what I'd laughed at and she was furious.
She said nothing of course, just snapped straight upright and glared at me, lips pursed in rage.
I just walked down onto the beach as nonchalantly as I could, smiling. A few steps on, I looked over my shoulder and she was still glaring after me.
Never saw her at the beach again.
Funny thing was, I wasn't at the beach perving or looking for girls at all. I'd come down to get some fresh air at lunchtime.
Made me laugh anyway.
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