[SukiNippz]

The weather is turning cool, the summer is over. I have read a lot of threads in the Non Fiction
area about sights seen, up skirts and down blouses and tops. I still maintain that a woman knows
whether, and when she is showing anything, and that it is rarely accidental. Mine are always
deliberate and I have had what I consider some fairly major successes this summer.

Most days I am fully prepared to flash. Whether it is an unbuttoned top with a revealing bra, or
wearing a split skirt on a windy day. I am doing it all the time. Then there are my special experiments.
A couple of months ago we had a short, really hot spell. And I had been reading a thread where men
were saying that downblouse views were accidental. I wore to work (the Manchester office) a pair of
heeled sandals a sundress and a pair of white knickers. I knew exactly what i could do with the
sundress, from showing nothing at all to leaning over with shoulders forward and allowing a
view down to my thighs.

It was very hot, and my office does not have air conditioning. I told the woman who runs the
Manchester office when I am not there that I would go and get us a treat of a box of choc ices
for our little fridge and freezer. Out I went to the local mini-supermarket, in the centre of Manchester.
I wandered around with my hand basket, got a newspaper and was looking in the freezer
that held ice cream. A man in his 30s, very handsome and wearing an expensive looking suit
was nearby. He was even buying the same newspaper (The Guardian) as me! I spotted what I
was looking for in the freezer, a small box of choc ices quite low down. I judged the angle between
me and this man, put my basket on the floor and leant over and into the freezer, reaching out
for the choc ices which brought my shoulders forward and drastically increased the droop of
the front of the sun dress. OK, both tits fully visible and a large visibility gap right down to my legs.
I got hold of the box I was seeking and sought to regain my upright posture, pressing down on the
freezer with my left hand and slowly lifting my right hand and choc ices towards my chest,
looking up at the man who was staring down at the view.

Excellent! I smiled, the dress now back in its normal position, he smiled, and I went to the
cashier's desk, paid and left.

A couple of weeks later we had a Sunday afternoon drinks and nibbles party in our garden.
The neighbours turned up, but were outnumbered by work contacts and clients we had invited.
I wore another sundress, thinner, and I was braless. The dress was patterned but you could just
make out nipple shape if you were at the right angle. I could show a LOT of tit by leaning forward,
down to the nipple if I wanted.

I lost count of how many target men I aimed at, perhaps a dozen or so? I am sure that they got
a good look at my boobs, about half of them were also treated to a nipple view. Quite early on
I decided to target all the dirty b#stards who were eyeing up my daughters -

Oi, don't touch - and stop looking at them!

With having to carry a lot of drinks, and plates with food on around the garden I regularly aimed
for gaps between people standing and chatting that were too small to walk through. So I squeezed
my way through, making sure a boob rubbed a man's hand, or arm, or across his back as I apologised
for misjudging the size of the gap. Each time I wondered if they enjoyed it as much as I did. Probably
not.

Next posting: the pub, and the boat flashes!