[Voyeur] Downblouse stories

[EyefunJo]

This kind of thing rarely happens to me, so I really wanted to share it.
I’m about 5’7”, short for a guy. I figure tall guys must run into this all the time, a petite girl wearing a loose-neck top stands next to you, and when you look down… instant downblouse.

Just happened, while I was waiting in line at the store, a girl with a backpack, maybe 5’0” or 5’1”, stood right beside me. She was wearing a soft yellow cardigan with a wide, relaxed neckline. My eyes naturally followed the smooth line from her neck into the opening. There they were, two full perfect breasts cradled in light purple bra cups. The bra looked a little loose, or maybe it was just the angle, every breath made them rise and fall gently. The view was teasing, just enough to keep me hooked.

For once I actually hoped the line would move slowly. I have no idea if anyone noticed me staring.

I’m a little jealous of all the tall guys here. You probably get these perfect little moments just by looking down. Must be nice.

[DevilDog69]

I was working in a downtown first floor office in a city of about 35,000 in the Midwest. It was a hot August afternoon and I was about ready to head to the country club for a round of golf and a couple of beers.

A petite 30 something red head came in the office a little upset. I asked if I could help, she said she had locked her keys in the car and needed help since it was a 100 degrees outside. I went out to take a look, and her 6 year boy was standing next to the car. It was an 80s US car, and had golf tee shaped buttons on the top of the door next to the glass that locked the door. I pulled on the glass and figured I could pry it open a little and fish the lock with a coat hanger. I got a coat hanger from the office, straightened it, and made a hook on the end. I got a wedge from my golf bag and went to work. I could pry the window enough to slip the coat hanger in, but couldn’t manipulate it and hold the window open. I asked her to help, and that’s where the fun began.

She was wearing a sleeveless white blouse and shorts. She had green eyes and plenty of freckles to go with her red hair. I slipped the face of the pitching wedge between the glass and the door gasket and pushed the handle up a little to move the glass out maybe an 1/8 of an inch. I had her hold it there while I got ready to work on the lock button. She was short and had to raise her arms to get the golf club at the correct height.

I slipped the coat hanger down the glass and as I tired to hook the button I looked at her. You might guess what I saw through the arm hole in her sleeveless shirt. No bra, an almost flat chest, and the only puffy nipple I’ve ever seen in real life. We were both sweating in the August temperature, but after about 3 minutes of work and 5 minutes of looking at her puffy nipple I hooked the button, pulled it up, and the door unlocked.

She was relieved, sighed, and gave me a thank you hug. I can still feel those nipples pressed against me as they got hard. I quickly tried to think what to say, but with her little boy smiling, I decided to let it go with a great memory. I watched but never saw her or the car again.