[Exhibitionist] Quarantine flirting

[Pervy Hubby]

This thread is to share your stories about social distance flirting during the pandemic.

Here's mine. My next-door neighbor, Jan, is a brunette who is about 50 years old, medium height, with a round bottom and good-sized boobs. While not a supermodel, she is definitely cute. I am divorced and she is widowed, so I have thought about getting something going with her.

It looks like I will have my chance once the quarantine is lifted... Our balconies are only about 10 feet apart, so we have been chatting on them almost every afternoon. She talks about how she is letting herself go, since her gray roots are showing, and I tell her she still looks good. We also talk about remote work. I joked with her that I no longer put pants on, even when I meet my boss. She stuck her tongue out in disgust, saying, "I don't need to hear about that mister." From that distance, I couldn't tell she if she was seriously offended or kidding with me.

The next day I found out. She came out wearing a bathrobe, which got my attention right away. Before she always at least wore sweatpants and a t-shirt, something that qualified as normal clothing. We chatted as usual. Finally she said she had to get to a big meeting. "Do you think this outfit will do," she asked. Then she opened her robe, revealing that she was wearing a nice white blouse on top and nothing on bottom! I could see while the hair on top was gray her full bush was still quite dark. The contrast between her dark carpet and the white blouse was stunning. Before I could say anything, she gave me a wink and went back in.

Now I really want to pursue this!

[Gnome72141]

Nothing that exciting for me, but one of my very best friends (female) is getting really, REALLY antsy during the quarantine. She lives with 7 people in her house (blended family under one roof).

Our texts have been getting pretty interesting. Long, long, long story of 10,000 texts kept short, next time we see each other in person, she wants to show me her boobs because her husband has never had a true appreciation of them, and she loves how I talk about boobs. (She is bi, and she loves boobs more than anything, too, so she gets it.) She said I can't touch, but I can stare as long as I would like. Apparently, at 44 they are still very perky, tiny, and she said she has the best nipples anyone has ever seen. (She looks 25 though, so I wouldn't be surprised.)

Will she go through with it? I really doubt it, to be totally honest. I think it's just the boredom of never leaving the house getting to her. She refuses to send photos in the meantime, to hold me over.

I also started some pretty risque texting with other friends of mine. They are the super conservative, church-type, only have ever been with each other after marriage type of folks, but we have this ongoing text chain with the three of us with me telling them which kind of sex to have each night, etc. If they are going through with it is another story, but I sort of believe that it is actually happening because when it doesn't happen, I get a separate text from just the wife voicing her frustrations.

I have known all of these folks for a long time, and I have "tested" the boundaries a few times before with unfavorable results, but with people getting bored and antsy, I am being pleasantly surprised a little bit.

[Omega88]

Man - I have the wrong neighbors and friends!!

[GRITS]

never crap where you sleep...….

[Pervy Hubby]

Now I can tell the whole story with Jan, but I will do it in small updates when I have time.

After the bottomless incident, I didn't see Jan on her balcony for a few days. Finally she came out at the usual time. After some totally innocent talk, I decided to try something a little risque.

"I've heard a lot of women aren't wearing bras these days. What is the point, right?" I asked rhetorically.

"To tell you the truth, I kind of miss it. I have some beautiful bras but no one is around to show them to. I haven't seen my boyfriend in weeks."

I took the bait. "You can show them to me if you want."

"OK, but don't go bragging to your friends or my boyfriend will kill us. Come back this time every day and I'll give you a little fashion show."

"I think I can arrange that."

"Oh, one more thing. We aren't going to sleep together."

The last part was a bit disappointing, but in a way a relief because I wasn't sure how literally she meant the part about her boyfriend killing us. At the same time, I thought maybe I wanted to change her mind and risk it. YOLO.

The next day she came out in a bathrobe, like when she showed off her bush. After we talked a bit, she looked around, then opened up her top half for a few seconds. It was a black satin bra. Although not sheer or particularly revealing, it showed the shape of her round C cup breasts well and about an inch of cleavage. A nice appetizer for what was to follow. She also had a flat stomach, which was surprising for a woman her age and made her breasts look even better. I told her she looked great, and she smiled.

The next couple of bras were elegant but no more revealing. White lace, red lace. Not that I'm complaining. When a woman is in front of you, in the flesh, a bit of cleavage can be a delectable. I gave her fulsome compliments so she would keep going.

Finally, she went all of the way, bra-wise. I knew something was up, because she came out grinning. This bra was white and had the framework to support her boobs, but otherwise was completely sheer. She had pointy, light brown nipples with small areolae.

I was trying to think of something clever too say, but she did first, "You look like my son on Christmas after he got a new bike." Then she went back in.

More to come...