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A Man Watching Me

This is a true incident and a fond memory... just thought I would submit it as a "story": I do love it when I see a bulge arise in a guy’s pants in response to my "show". In many situations I've been able to deviously brush up against his hardness, quite accidentally of course. Not too long ago an incident happened at the library. I had dressed wearing my typical clothing: a very low-cut scoop neck blouse which exposes all but my nipples when standing straight up; a shelf bra to enhance the presentation of my entire breast and also allows the bare nipples the freedom of stimulation by the blouse fabric; a mid-thigh skirt under which I wore see-through lacey bikini panties, garter belt, and lace-top stockings; and of course – “fuck-me” high heels. I was between the shelves of books and looking at book titles and this guy, probably in his late 40's, was about six to ten feet away from me on the same aisle. Starting at the top shelf where I could stretch up and my skirt would ride up to reveal my garters, the tops of my stockings, and some thigh, I worked my way down the shelves of books until I was leaning low enough for a complete show of my breasts and would stay in this position while I looked at the title and author of a given book, and then another and another. I was squatted down facing his direction so I'm sure he could see the tops of my lace-top stockings and garters and with my knees parted, probably the sheer panties, too. He moved a little closer (probably for a better look) and I could see a prominent bulge in his slacks. As I unshelved and replaced books it caused my breasts to swing back and forth, sort of wiggling the "bait" and very much stimulating my nipples and keeping them stiff. Finally, I stood back up and moved down the shelves toward him and said, "Excuse me, May I get by?" He assented and I slowly squeezed myself between his front side and the bookshelves wiggling my ass against his erection as I passed. I then went around to the next set of shelves and I could see him observing my cleavage through the shelves. In no time at all he was in my row of shelves again and then after observing a repeat of my previous “show”, he excused himself to pass by behind me. This time the passage was a bit slower and as I felt his hardness pushing tightly against me I could swear I felt his fingers up under my mid-thigh skirt getting a free feel. I didn't mind at all; it was exhilarating! I waited a few moments after he passed and then turned in his direction. He had left my row. I walked to the end of the row to see where he had gone and he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he was a phantom, but the experience was absolutely sexy.

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