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monicaLOLU 63T
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11/27/2016 3:52 am
Show boating
I decided to get away for a few days to give my femme side a chance to blossom and spent the time on a canal boat. I took a few walks on the towpath, provocatively dressed in the hope of being chatted up by some gorgeous<b> hunk. </font></b>Unfortunately in the modern sueing society men do not even give you a sidewards glance without written permission.

Anyway I was between jaunts, back inside the boat when I heard the throb of heavy machinery and sure enough around the bend was coming a huge dredger pushed by a small tug. Instead of hiding in the depths of the boat as it passed close by I decided to innocently do the washing up in front of the kitchen window. I was dressed in my tight cross over, low cut beige dress with stockings and high heels. The barge passed within inches of my window followed by the tug with a single boatman driving it. I casually waved to him as is customary on canals and he waved back. At the same moment he waved, his attention was diverted from driving to the view from his side window and it was like I was affixed by a laser gun sight.

His eyes were locked onto my breasts surveying every inch of them, no doubt inspecting my nipples which were cheekily pushing through the thin material of the dress I was wearing. As the barge and tug proceeded his head swivelled more and more to maintain my tits in his vision. In a few seconds but what seemed a long time his boat had moved forward so he could no longer see. I stepped back so he and the tug were visilble through the lounge window. His head was completely turned in reverse to his direction of travel. He then realised I was looking back at him and glanced away in case he had offended me. Little did he realise I had enjoyed every second, it was like being fixed in a tractor beam and I loved being a sex object for a few seconds. If humans had achieved telepathic inpregnation I would surely have been pregnant.

I tingled all over whist caught in his gaze and now understand the meaning of the Star Wars line 'Feel the force' and why women in the street are so good at quickly covering their scantily clad bust with a coat or a cardigan at the slyest glance from a man.

Vive la difference! Happy days!

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