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Some people have cigarettes or alcohol or what not... mine is letting men see me naked. There is going to come a day when I won't have the figure for it any longer and that will be a sad day for me, but it's still a few years down the line. I'm only 32 now, so a couple of years anyway.

woohoo! that i can relate and give green envious eyes towards...

I was about an A cup back in the unmentionable jailbait years... one of my friends pulled me aside and told me that she was embarrassed for me (so cute) and that she knew guys were staring at my budding breasts.

I hated bras. they really are unnecessary until you reach a certain cup size and just make sure you don't bounce around and damage the delicate tissue when you go get past the no bra needed stage... sadly and wonderfully... i grew to a full 32D cup and am still blessed with pert boobies, partly because i did give up my bra free habit. (it really hurts without support--guys take pity on us bra wearers *pouty face*)

I miss it though. walking through the halls--no bra no panties-- tight tank top and snug fitting jeans--the guys undressing you as you walk by-- yes well that all ended when I got to about 14. haha. oh well. There are some very delicious lacy bras i now own and wear proudly. *smiles and looks down*

Ther is nothing more erotic for me than a woman showing herself and enjoying the attention. Fuck I am horny now. You're beautifull Jenn.
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Absolutely

Add me to your list Star...

God what I would've given to have my breasts continue to grow but they stopped at a small b cup, but are still firm and perky to this day even not wearing a bra.

Well that's actually not exactly true. I wear a bra much more often that I care to, primarily due to my nipples. While I have small breasts, I have rather large nipples and even in a bra they are pretty obvious.

Without a bra, they just stand out and they get hard at the drop of a hat. If I'm laughing and joking around, they get hard, if I see someone look at them, they get hard. It just seems like thats how they always are.

I was so jealous of girls like you who had these beautiful breasts and I had none. I'm comfortable now with what I have. I've learned that there are guys out who like both types and I haven't felt any real lacking. It was just one of those things that girls sometimes fixate on. I would never consider augmenting what have, they work just fine now.

I'm sure the guys here would love to see more of you too though, so if you feel so inclined, please feel free to share. For the most part these are a great group of guys here.

This picture is what I mean about not wearing a bra, they just stand out.

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stunning as usual... and

I am partaking in much of the same..except I am the voyeur.. As i look across from the 19th floor into the condos across the street i see 2 lovely women in 2 separate places getting ready for the day. The more I read what you say i truly think they know i am looking with my binocs.. SOOOOOOOOOO hot they are... the things I want to do.. to bad it isnt you.. ty as always for sharing ;)
 
oh yes.. more pics will come im sure

No way am i suppressing such a lovely little (growing) fetish of mine like showing off my body.
 
Some people have cigarettes or alcohol or what not... mine is letting men see me naked. There is going to come a day when I won't have the figure for it any longer and that will be a sad day for me, but it's still a few years down the line. I'm only 32 now, so a couple of years anyway.

Thank goodness!
 
always impressed by your lovely nipples

Add me to your list Star...

God what I would've given to have my breasts continue to grow but they stopped at a small b cup, but are still firm and perky to this day even not wearing a bra.

Well that's actually not exactly true. I wear a bra much more often that I care to, primarily due to my nipples. While I have small breasts, I have rather large nipples and even in a bra they are pretty obvious.

Without a bra, they just stand out and they get hard at the drop of a hat. If I'm laughing and joking around, they get hard, if I see someone look at them, they get hard. It just seems like thats how they always are.

I was so jealous of girls like you who had these beautiful breasts and I had none. I'm comfortable now with what I have. I've learned that there are guys out who like both types and I haven't felt any real lacking. It was just one of those things that girls sometimes fixate on. I would never consider augmenting what have, they work just fine now.

I'm sure the guys here would love to see more of you too though, so if you feel so inclined, please feel free to share. For the most part these are a great group of guys here.

This picture is what I mean about not wearing a bra, they just stand out.

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Hi Jennifer,
I've always been impressed with your nipples and your breasts. Actually I like seeing your pictures more than Dave does! Just wondering if you have a nice sequence of pics that lead to your touching your nipples? I'd love to see it--Dave will just have to wait until after work!

Sally (and dave);)
 
Some people have cigarettes or alcohol or what not... mine is letting men see me naked. There is going to come a day when I won't have the figure for it any longer and that will be a sad day for me, but it's still a few years down the line. I'm only 32 now, so a couple of years anyway.

Darlin, There are thousands of ladies 32 years old that just wish they had your body. Including that nice flat tummy, perkie breast, wonderful nipples. Beautifull round ass. Then we get to your intelligence, writing talents, and your art work.
Can you tell me and the guys kind of like ya here. :kiss:
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Some people have cigarettes or alcohol or what not... mine is letting men see me naked. There is going to come a day when I won't have the figure for it any longer and that will be a sad day for me, but it's still a few years down the line. I'm only 32 now, so a couple of years anyway.

Oh I dare say it will be much more then a couple of years Jen!
 
Jenn,

Great to see that you are back!!! you're always worth the wait!!

Any stories coming from you soon? Like many here I am not only an avid "watcher" but an avid "reader" of yours as well!!
 
Hey Jenno,

Welcome back! Damn, wish my travel schedule paralleled yours. I only seem to get the flabby businessmen in the hotels across from me.

Hope all is well!
 
Jenn

Enjoy your trip and hope your hotel "viewers" bring you as much pleasure as you are providing them -- grin.
 
I woke up this morning feeling a bit frisky, so I figured maybe a couple of old pics would make things sort of fun. I'm sitting at my computer naked in front of the hotel window. There's another hotel on the other side of the street, so anyone who wants can see me. I love doing stuff like this. I think there's already one guy with a pair of binocs. I can see him in my mirror. I just pretend to not be aware of it.

Funny you should mention this...my office looks out at a hotel. For years I've been looking out the window hoping to see some sort of beautiful display. Unfortunately its generally been out of shape men....until today. A lovely lady decided to carry on a cell phone conversation topless in front of her window. Ah, what a morning. :) Thanks for all of your wonderful pictures and stories.
 
It's such a pleasure to see you back here, I read with eagerness how you accidentally exposed yourself to the paper boy, and also seeing that similar picture of you aroused. Just amazing. I love that you get off on exposing yourself and the reactions that it provokes in men. I have pleasured myself to many of the women on this site, but never more than to you.

I also love your honest stories about how you have met men and things you have done with them.

I love how open you are. And I also love looking at you when you are actually open, when your legs are open, and when your sex is open.

It must be amazing creating so much excitement in men, particularly when you can so that by simply not wearing a bra. You do have the most amazing nipples. I still remember that high school prom picture you posted ages ago.

You are lovely and a real treasure here. And I'm glad you woke aroused and hope to help contribute to keeping you that way.
 
That is a nice picture, I think you have a gorgeous figure. What I would do with a body like that... I'd rule the world, that's what I'd do LOL. Please feel free to post along with me.

I've got 2 peepers now that I can see. This is fun. I think I may give them a little show in a little while.

I hope that you are idly touching your breasts and your nipples as you sit there, not to arouse yourself, just idly playing and driving the men crazy.
 
I'm sure she did it deliberately

That's my favorite mode of operating, the phone. In fact this morning I pretended to be on the phone as I lay on my bed and masterbated for those watching from the other hotel. It drove me crazy to have them watching and I had such a beautful orgasm.

I have been thinking about why I like to show off and it goes something like this I think… without the watched, you have no reason for the watcher. It all comes down to a very pleasurable set of dialectics. At least for me, because while I have relatively little interest in looking, I adore being the looked at.

I relish in being the object. In particular, I love being watched when I masturbate. I adore being tied up in physically compromising positions. I luxuriate in the gaze of my lovers. I feel my pleasure double, triple, square, cube when my face and private parts and most intimate fucking bits are displayed for the appreciative gaze of an audience, real or imagined.

I wish I could remember the very first time I laid myself on my back, splayed my thighs and invited my boyfriend to watch me touch myself. I can't. It would be a potent memory, if I could dredge it up from its hoary depths, if I could dust it off and recall it in all its emotional and erotic luminescence. I recall only a vague sense of embarrassment, a quickening of my heart and an equivalent response in my clit.

I recall a slender vestment of shame, a feeling that morphed quicksilver-like into a coalescent and shiny pleasure. I remember only bits and pieces, fragments of the memory... Spitting on my right middle finger, plying my labia apart like halves of a peach, and feeling a fresh nervousness in these rote gestures.

It was a novel game, a newly participatory sport, one where I felt like an all-star, and like Jordan on the court of Jeter in the midst of his trademark jump, I performed like a pro. I had had a lot of practice.

I've spent great mounds of time imagining myself the centerpiece at a very rococo bukkake party. I imagine myself like a suckling pig stuck on my back, my vibrator against my clit, my hips rising and falling, as six or seven men jack off around me. I don't imagine their faces-they're faceless as underwear boxes-all I see is their tense stomachs, ribbed for my visual pleasure, and their hands on their cocks thump-thumping in time with my escalating pleasure.

Without seeing that I'm being watched - or imagining it, in this case - I'd not be as drawn into the whole scopic, onanistic drama. It would just be me and a vibrator, which is pretty much what's happening in real life. It's the Chinese box of watching being watched that works that ineffable mojo and brings me soaring to orgasm.

I’m always exceedingly conscious of my role as a good-girl flasher. That’s part of the rush for me. I’m not just some slut showing off her goods, I’m really just a good, nice girl who can’t control the passions brought by being watched. I suppose that my resolute goodness, and by "good” here I mean that girl next door type who you just know has a smoldering core that she’s hidden away. That’s what makes it so powerful for me and I think for those watching me.

The thing about being the object is that there is power in it. Common wisdom divests the object of power; common wisdom suggests that to be objectified is to be passive and impotent. I argue the opposite. For in being the object, the viewed, the scoped, you control what the voyeur sees. A gesture as simple as closing my legs effectively kills my lover's gaze, if what he is looking at is my pussy. A movement as simple as a swish of my hair ends my lover's scopic pleasure, if what he's watching is my mouth deep throat his sweet dick.

The voyeur can only look at what the object shows him or her. I decide when the show is over, just as I decide when it begins. The thesis has always been that the viewer has the power and the pleasure. The antithesis is that the viewed can find one and take the other. The synthesis might be that fucking pleasure is in the beholder - and in the beholden.

Or, as Oscar Wilde might have put it, we might all of us be in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars - and if we're lucky, the stars are enjoying our gaze.

So there you go, I don’t know that that answers or even clears anything up, but I feel powerful in letting men see me naked. I make it look like an accident so that I can maintain my good girl persona and that only excites me more. Most of my crazy, wild adventures stem from my love of being viewed and of letting that get out of my control. I love how wild a guy gets when he realizes that something crazy could happen. Most often it doesn’t, but occasionally someone will go for it and ohlala!


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Part of what you are talking about sounds similar to how I feel, I'm driven (well maybe all men are) by the arousal of a woman around me. If I'm talking with or looking at a woman who is aroused or who could be aroused, and if I feel that arousal is directed at me, it's an almost uncontrollable high. Seems like that's part of it for you, knowing the men so desperately want you, and that you completely control that, consciously or uncounsciously.
 
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Just to sum up, Jenn loves sex and everything about it, loves showing off, enjoys giving/receiving oral sex, drools over fast cars, is passionate about art, enjoys travelling, quotes Oscar Wilde, doesn't mind being every man's fantasy, watches Nascar and gets mad when her man doesn't win, is meticulous about photography...

Sorry, passed out there for a minute, hit my head, and drew a flux capacitor.
 
I've told you guys that I'm not your common girl...

I'm interested in what I'm interested in and love being a woman who guys find attractive. Guys are fun for me. I don't see you as the enemy and unfortunately, it seems a lot of women do. I don't understand how guys deal with that. I would think it kind of sucks.

Even the commercials I see make guys look like idiots or at the very least infantile children. Now... I'm sure that those sorts are out there, but the men in my life are men and just don't take much shit off anybody. It seems that a lot of women want to make their men servile and then ridicule them for there sevility. I just don't get it.

You're not perfect, you almost a different species sometimes, but I love that about you. Maybe that's why I like nascar and love sex. I kind of think that's the way it's supposed to be. I'm well educated and think about this stuff quite a lot and I suppose that's why I have opinions about things. Might piss some people off, but fuck em if they can't handle a strong woman. We're worth it if we're not assholes. Some are and some aren't, generally... I'm not.

I can be a bitch on wheels though when the mood takes me.

I try to stay clear of friends when I'm in that sort of mood, but seek out those I feel are deserving of my sour ass disposition and give them heaping helpings of my discontent.
 
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I was just looking at the past few pages and I love the pics...but the oe I like best is the sweater pic..:)..thank you
 
They may not be stories, but these latest revelations of your psyche and disposition are still very entertaining, arousing and thought provoking.

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