Low key events that give a massive thrill

[bbq1979]

My latest random kink: women's water polo matches.

I happened to catch a chunk of a match on tv a couple weeks ago. I’m a sucker for sports so I just left it on. I wasn’t familiar with the game though I recalled seeing it on the Olympics over the years. I don’t recall it being particularly sexy. Athletic ladies in one piece suits and swim caps. Well apparently it’s common nowadays for all the ladies (literally all that I’ve seen in the matches I’ve made a point to watch) wear one piece bathing suits with the rear fully pulled up their butt cracks. I saw that a match was on espn+ which I subscribe to and it was a championship match so I threw it on this morning. Before the match, they huddle together and discuss tactics, standing in a circle with their butts out. Throughout the match there are substitutions, with ladies climbing out of the pool and new ones hopping in. As the one team won, becoming champions, the broadcast kept jumping from analysts discussing the game to the team celebrating. Hugging, jumping up and down, all the while their buns are on full display jiggling. It almost seems the cameramen know it’s a draw to the sport.

[chuckfinly]

Originally Posted by Gnome72141

LA, Long Beach, Anaheim, and surrounding areas. Probably a completely different world than northern CA. The state is so big and covers a few geographical areas.

Yeah my neck of the woods is a completely different world from the area you are talking about. It is mostly right wing ranchers and rednecks up here. In the beginning of June my wife is dragging me on a trip to SoCal where we will be spending five days at Disney Land. I hate that place but just maybe I will have some eye candy as a consolation based on what you are saying.

[Gnome72141]

Originally Posted by chuckfinly

In the beginning of June my wife is dragging me on a trip to SoCal where we will be spending five days at Disney Land. I hate that place but just maybe I will have some eye candy as a consolation based on what you are saying.

Ya, most women aren't wearing bras at Disneyland as it's probably more locals who go regularly than tourists. My wife's eyes were bulging out of her head the entire day! She was so busy pointing out all the braless women that she had to give up by lunch!

[Blahqwerty2]

Originally Posted by Gnome72141

Ya, most women aren't wearing bras at Disneyland as it's probably more locals who go regularly than tourists. My wife's eyes were bulging out of her head the entire day! She was so busy pointing out all the braless women that she had to give up by lunch!

A lot of women in Southern California don’t wear bras during the hot months. In summer I see at least one braless women every time I go to the store.

Unrelated, my wife just went to the mailbox without bra in a thin Tshirt. Too bad no cars were driving by at the same time.

[Smackdab81]

I’m in AZ. The hot weather definitely plays a factor. I can’t go to the grocery store, park, or anywhere really without seeing girls braless. Tight sports bras with nipples poking, tight fitting halter tops, and the best, looser fitting t shirts. These are best because you can see the movement of the breasts.

When I was younger I recall and uncle remarking “I don’t know how you can concentrate at college with girls walking around in half shirts and short shorts.” At the time I thought nothing of it because it was the norm for my generation. It seems so tame to me today. I wonder if the young males these days don’t think much about girls their age going braless with their asses hanging out while it’s driving us older guys wild.

[agoraphile]

I found this thread about a week ago and have burned through it with a dozen ideas of things to post. There's a wide range to what counts as "low key" in here, I notice. Nothing has ever happened to me like what some of y'all are posting, so I guess it's all fair game!

When I was in college, I occasionally did tech stuff for events in the campus auditorium. One year I was handling recorded music & stage amplification for a women's pageant. Nothing salacious happened here, and I don't even have a clear memory of any specific sight, so this is near as low key as it gets. But during intermission I had some kind of programming issue and was in a panic to find one of the show sponsors to get an OK on solving it. She happened to be one of my instructors, so I was pretty comfortable with just approaching and not checking out the situation. I found her in a classroom, controlling chaos, and when nobody answered my knock I just opened the door and walked in. This problem had to get solved, or someone's performance was going to crash. I knew there were contestants inside, but everything seemed tame so I walked right up to the sponsor/instructor, asked my question, got an answer, and left, my mind settling into what I needed to do and the sense that everything was fine. She seemed a little off but I attributed it to the chaos and the number of people needing help with this or that.

Only afterwards, in mental replay, did I realize that a number of the contestants were changing clothes and in stages of underwear. These were all girls that I knew, many of whom I liked and maybe had crushes on at one time or another.

Like I said, I have no distinct memory of any of them. Anything I think I remember is stitched together from imagination and maybe the barest snippets of passing sight; I was laser-focused on something else. All that I know happened is I walked in and asked a question and walked back out. But in retrospect, I realize that 20-something classmates saw me walk in on them while they were dressing and then nonchalantly turn away, like a guy with way more confidence than I could possibly have mustered at that age. And that is a wild basis for what if.

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This language instructor, by the way—*I don't think I ever saw her not wearing a stylish dress with a low-cut or lace neck. She always wore multiple layers of undergarment, but her bosom was breathtaking, and every time she leant over the desk was a dictionary definition of "the cut" where the flesh of the breast drops away from the tissue connecting to the chest. Nobody I know ever saw deeper than the top of her bra —*but that angle though!

[agoraphile]

I was living alone in a flat that was too big for myself. I’d had a roommate but they moved away, leaving me with an empty bedroom and a rent about 30% higher than strictly necessary, so I told the rental agency I was moving out. That meant I had to make accommodations for possible tenants to come look at the place. I usually tried not to be around, but sometimes I really didn’t want to go out of my way to find outside activities.

One time a woman in her forties or fifties brought around a daughter in her late teens or early twenties. I think the daughter was getting her first apartment and the mom was helping her choose. Probably helping her pay too. The daughter was very attractive — long blonde hair, medium height, evenly-tanned skin, great complexion and smile. But this wasn’t going to be a hook-up, so I set such thoughts aside and went to the back porch to read while they looked around.

After a few minutes I felt a presence nearby. You know what I mean — a change in the air movement, or the pattern of sound, that tells you the space has a different shape to it. I glanced away from my book and the shape was that of this beautiful girl, standing right next to me in a summer dress that hung no lower than mid-thigh. I was sitting low with my feet up, and as I turned my head to acknowledge her arrival my eyes could only land on her smooth, tanned leg and follow it up to her face.

My friends, I was fucking assiduous about reaching that gorgeous smile in a tasteful and appropriate amount of time.

But for three seconds, my optic nerve worked instant double overtime to take in every detail. Her warm, firm thigh was an arm’s length from my face. Soft blonde hairs sprinkled her leg, completely invisible from any respectable distance but burned into my memory from three hands away, tiny blonde shadows cast below them and fading away against her almond skin. “Excuse me, I just had a question about the apartment?”

I have no idea anymore what she asked, but I coughed up a dry tongue and answered. “Thank you. It’s a nice place,” she sweetly replied.

It was a nice place. This porch was warm and sunny, with a gentle breeze on a warm day, and I didn’t really want to move anyway. Later that afternoon I called the rental agency and renewed my lease for another year. If only I’d been looking for a tenant for that spare bedroom.

[Smackdab81]

I have a semi related story. Years ago I moved into Tucson for school. I was looking for an apartment near campus and toured a couple before finding the one I liked. One of the apartments I went to tour, the landlord said there was a current tenant so I’d have to see it with their stuff there. We arrived and knocked and a girl about 20 years old answered. Wearing short gym shorts and a sports bra. She was gorgeous. Despite this being twenty or so years ago I recall the details of her boobs sort of smashed in her bra but obviously large. And he let tummy wasn’t super flat. She wasn’t fat but didn’t have any definition. I like a girl to be a bit curvy anyway. But she had a million dollar smile and pretty eyes. She said she was heading out so we could look. I was sad to see her go but enjoyed watching her trot down the stairs and take off on a jog.

As we entered the apartment it was clear she hadn’t made it a priority to make it look nice. She was packing and stuff was everywhere. The real hot moment came when we looked at the hall bath and placed on the back of the vanity was a pink vibrator. What I would have given to watch her use it on herself. Aside from that the place was in bad shape and was a quick no-go. But I was almost tempted to take it just for the chance of running into the girl again.

[agoraphile]

Originally Posted by Smackdab81

But I was almost tempted to take it just for the chance of running into the girl again.

We really get into some twisted logic in these moments, don't we?

Left brain: that's not going to happen.
Right brain: but it could, right?
Left brain: but it won't, don't spend another hour here waiting.
Right brain: but if you miss it, you'll feel stupid. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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[Gnome72141]

Originally Posted by agoraphile

Right brain: but if you miss it, you'll feel stupid. Don't say I didn't warn you.
....

I am going to be in a situation with my wife's friend in a few weeks where my brain is already thinking, "I could TRY to see if I could get a certain thing to happen," then it's, "nah, it would never really happen, there is no way," yet I realize, "but if I don't at least try and later find out if COULD have happened if I tried, I will really be upset with myself!"