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Not exactly ENF, but definitely NF
I used to do to the town swimming pool quite often. The changing rooms were down stairs and split left for Males, right for Females, but in the middle was a small quantity of larger cubicles intended for families. If you had the brass neck for it, you could walk confidently straight ahead into the family changing area and secrete yourself in a cubicle there. I certainly wasn't the first to go there because there were quite a number of cubicles with holes bored in the dividing walls at about genital height. I never had to create a new viewpoint, but I used to take a roll of masking tape with me just in case I was in a cubicle with holes to the left and to the right - I did not want someone looking at me from one side while I was looking at someone else on the other! But the main interest was the fact that by an accident of poor architecture, the 'family' cubicles led around the corner and straight into the 'females' cubicle area. And so if you were in the last family cubicle you would have quite few girls and women walking around into that area in search of a larger place to change with a wider bench to put their stuff on. It was a big risk too of course, because the authorities were well aware that pervs like me were targetting the place. But the results were spectacular! This particular swimming pool is now completely useless because they have done away with the family area and built a brick wall between Male and Female areas. But there must be other swimming pools in other towns where fun is still possible. I used to make sure I had a couple of bits of decoy kit with me. The cubicle walls finished about ten inches from the floor and you could see shoes and bags in the gap. I realised that nothing would give the game away more than seeing a pair of size 10 boots there so I used to take a pair of female shoes with me and sometimes an article of clothing, like a brightly coloured top and push them to the edgde of the cubicle floor. Someone casually looking underneath would see evidence that the cubicle was occupied by at least one female, and not one male perv. |
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Again, slightly off topic, but it was a great way for DB's. When kids were little, they plaved soccer, and of course many of the spectators were Soccer Moms/MILFs. And they were usually sitting down to watch the game dressed for those hot outdoor days. Dads, like me, often walked around and weren't rude enough to walk in front of the sitting moms. Every once in a while, I would stop walking and chat with the mom about who her kid was. Often, it provided the perfect down blouse angle. Unfortunately, this was pre digital camera days, so I have no photos of the many nips seen. Today, it would be perfect as nobody would question why the dad was using a camera at the kids' soccer game. The best I remember was standing behind my wife who was seated and yakking with another soccer mom next to her. That mom's nips are burned into my brain.
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I can echo the earlier post about working back stage during a dramatic performance. My daughter acts in comunity theater and I often help behind the scenes moving sets. Often there is no or only a makeshift dressing room and I have often seen cute actresses change their costumes, stripping down to bra and panties and sometimes bare breasts. Not too long ago my daughter was in Chorus Line where she and the other youn actresses stripped to just their thong panties while changing into sequined gowns for the final number.
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alice never thought of that but I am hoping your daughter is grown right otherwise this story kinda takes on a creepy turn lol
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![]() But could you imagine if it was the other way around, a 50something bloke walking in on and staring at the ladies? Somehow I doubt it would be treated so flippantly. ![]() I did ask him if he ever saw any female flesh and he said other than the occasional bra or knickers (usually at costume fitting time, and always the same few less shy ladies) he didn't, and that as the male and female dressing rooms are on opposite sides of the stage there wasn't any chance (for the male actors anyway) of walking past and getting a sneaky eyeful though an open dressing room door. |
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