If I can see your nipples, I'm going to look

BuckyDuckman

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Just saying - if I can see them, I'm going to look at them. I'll do my best not to stare, but ladies, if you're wearing a skin tight t-shirt without a bra, then of course guys are going to look! All guys! Doesn't mean I want to do you. Doesn't mean I'm going to hit on you. But I am going to notice and appreciate what I can see. And I don't want any crap for it - especially when I'm being discreet.

Here's what I don't understand - how can any woman be unaware of the stares they're encouraging? I don't believe women are that dense. I don't believe "It's just so hot" or "Bras are uncomfortable" or "I just want to look cute."

Thank you. I feel better. Flame away. :)
 
In this kind of cases is when experience comes in handy. After you've been married for 15 years, you learn to develop and perfect the fine art of looking without looking. I remember quite clearly one night, my wife and I were in a nice and fancy restaurant, having an extremely pleasant date. I was facing the door and as I was telling my wife how nice the food was, a gorgeous, sexy, tall blonde, with the tightest dress ever, the kind that even a freckle would show as a ripple on the fabric, entered the restaurant with a huge guy that made Mike Tyson look like Danny DeVito. Now, I had two powerful reasons not to stare, or else my wife could destroy my knees with her high heels and the guy could grab my throat and make my eyes pop over my lobster Thermidor. So I kept on talking, looking directly into my wife eyes, deploying my best technique and smiled at her, nodding as she agreed about the food, keeping my eyes in the vicinity of her eyes and checking the blonde out from head to toe. Her amazing and firm boobs, her green eyes, her high cheekbones, her narrow waistline and as she crosses the room behind my wife, the perfection of her legs and the heavenly quality of a generous ass that would make Michelangelo learn a couple of things about human anatomy. And I did it without showing a single hint in my face, full of confidence because the blonde never came into my wife view.

My wife took a sip of the ridiculously expensive wine, smiled at me and said "she must have an awesome ass".

I don't know how they do it, but women always know.
 
I don not understand the present fashion trend that says cleavage is good and tucks enough foam rubber into a bra to push one's breasts together and up to the chin, but any hint of nipples is completely taboo.
 
Not to mention the "is that what I think it is" look too!
 
What about those of us who have no choice in whether or not our nipples show?
Padded bras don't even manage to keep these nips hidden.
Sure, I could wear 4 sweaters over the top, but why should I?
My nips show, that's all there is to it.
Does that give you the right to stare and make me self-conscious over something I have zero control over?

I make a point of walking straight up to the men who I catch rudely staring, looking right at their dick, and smirking.
I have even been known to drop to my knees in the street in front of a few of the worst offenders and taking a quick pic of their junk with my mobile and saying a quick 'thanks for the pic for later!'
 
Just saying - if I can see them, I'm going to look at them. I'll do my best not to stare, but ladies, if you're wearing a skin tight t-shirt without a bra, then of course guys are going to look! All guys! Doesn't mean I want to do you. Doesn't mean I'm going to hit on you. But I am going to notice and appreciate what I can see. And I don't want any crap for it - especially when I'm being discreet.

Here's what I don't understand - how can any woman be unaware of the stares they're encouraging? I don't believe women are that dense. I don't believe "It's just so hot" or "Bras are uncomfortable" or "I just want to look cute."

Thank you. I feel better. Flame away. :)

Whiner.

Quoted because nobody else in this thread had the sense to do so.
 
The formula is age, experience and well practiced discretion. At this point in my life, I can safely check out any possible thing a woman has to show without getting busted. Ain't the world grand...
 
What about those of us who have no choice in whether or not our nipples show?
Padded bras don't even manage to keep these nips hidden.
Sure, I could wear 4 sweaters over the top, but why should I?
My nips show, that's all there is to it.
Does that give you the right to stare and make me self-conscious over something I have zero control over?

I make a point of walking straight up to the men who I catch rudely staring, looking right at their dick, and smirking.
I have even been known to drop to my knees in the street in front of a few of the worst offenders and taking a quick pic of their junk with my mobile and saying a quick 'thanks for the pic for later!'
:D

A parody response: What about those of who have no choice in whether or not our bulges show? Padded undies do not even keep that bulge from showing. I could wear 4 jock straps over it, but why should I? My bulge shows, that is all there is to it. Does that give you the right to stare and make me self conscious over something I have zero control over?

I have made a point of walking straight up to women I catch rudely staring, looking right at their tits, and smirking. I have even been known to put my face in those exposed wonders in front of the worst offenders. Then taking a pic of their chests with my mobile. And saying, "Thanks for the pic. Later babe!"
End of parody response.
 
My boyfriend wears wraparound dark sunglasses to this purpose, but it doesn't really matter. I just assume he's thinking something perverted every ten minutes about me or other women in view.
 
It doesn't stop at the nipples either.
All this form fitting spandex and other materials that do a really great job of highlighting the pussy is quite disconcerting but entirely eye catching.
I love it, I look at it, and I don't care who knows i look at it.
The ladies are flaunting it and I'm appreciating it by staring if need be.
 
On a serious note. I drove to an all night diner the other night when I could not sleep. About 2 am and I am reading a book while drinking coffee. Place was empty except for me, a group of Hispanic guys at the counter, and the hired help.

In walks these two drunk hotties, dressed to the tilt and showing lots of boob and legs. Every guy turned to look. Normal thing. The Hispanic guys at the counter turned their heads back once their eyeballs went back in their heads. However, one of the hotties went apeshit at the Hispanics and started shouting obscenities at them, some of it racist. Claiming she was angry about the staring at her tits on prominent display. She calmed down after the cook politely said he was going to call the cops if she did not stop it, but he preferred not to make that call.

The other hottie was much nicer and babbling apologies for her friend. The oddest thing about it all, was that the cook and myself did the same type look at this eye candy, yet the angry hottie did not even remotely seem offended by us. Some women can be strange about this sort of thing, some women seem to handle it quite well.
 
It doesn't stop at the nipples either.
All this form fitting spandex and other materials that do a really great job of highlighting the pussy is quite disconcerting but entirely eye catching.
I love it, I look at it, and I don't care who knows i look at it.
The ladies are flaunting it and I'm appreciating it by staring if need be.

I am the same way. A normal reaction.
 
I have a flesh tone, tight-fitting lycra body suit that I have adorned with two thousand very realistic looking, glue-on nipples. The nipples radiate outward from every exposed surface. From a distance I look like an elongated Koosh ball. I wear it sometimes when I go out for no other reason than I am a guy who happens to like nipples. I often get cruel, brazen stares from both men and women. I use their reactions as an excuse to whip out my iPone and take close-up pictures of their boobs, crotches, asses, and of their dogs' wieners. "Thanks, for later" I tell them.

I continue on my way to the karaoke bar, where I'll usually down a pitcher or two of whole milk. Then I get up on stage and sing Titties and Beer while making eye-contact with the drunkest looking babe with the biggest boobs in the place.

I do all right. :cool:
 
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I have a flesh tone, tight-fitting lycra body suit that I have adorned with two thousand very realistic looking, glue-on nipples. The nipples radiate outward from every exposed surface. From a distance I look like an elongated Koosh ball. I wear it sometimes when I go out for no other reason than I am a guy who happens to like nipples. I often get cruel, brazen stares from both men and women. I use their reactions as an excuse to whip out my iPone and take close-up pictures of their boobs, crotches, asses, and of their dogs' wieners. "Thanks, for later" I tell them.

I continue on my way to the karaoke bar, where I'll usually down a pitcher or two of whole milk. Then I get up on stage and sing Titties and Beer while making eye-contact with the drunkest looking babe with the biggest boobs in the place.

I do all right. :cool:
Which version of the iPhone?
 
I never notice. I am oblivious. I also dress fairly conservatively so there's rarely any nip slip going on, unless I'm doing it on purpose to taunt Boyfriend over dinner or something.

Frankly I don't give a shit. If I do notice it's a little flattering.
 
What about those of us who have no choice in whether or not our nipples show?
Padded bras don't even manage to keep these nips hidden.
Sure, I could wear 4 sweaters over the top, but why should I?
My nips show, that's all there is to it...
Your verbal description paints a better picture in my mind that an actual photograph... but, oh my... would I love to see the real thing(s) ;)

WQ, you are, without question, a VERY interesting person...
 
Back in January, my much younger friend came to Mexico with me for my annual vacay. She wore her smallest tightest bikinis hugging her 38DD tits and would strut around the pool. Wore a tube top one night when she rode the mechanical bull. You get the picture. Then would bitch to me about "eeewwww...look at those skeevy old guys looking at me." With great satisfaction I finally told her flat out that she wasn't allowed to discriminate only some young tight hotties looking at her if she was going to flaunt herself like that. She's fair game to look at.
 
I like to pull them off. Real fast.

light weight.
they should be stapled on and then removed very very slowly, so that the blood trickles as the staples are pulled through the skin, then stuck back down.. then yanked off in opposite directions and at different times, oh and make the wearer apologise for bleeding.
 
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