Perving, It's A Pastime
Exhibitionism & Voyeurism - A True Story - 9 Nov 2025
I don’t know whether you would call me a perve, lecher, dirty old man, dirty young man (perhaps not “young” as I am probably considered by most as past my use by date), deviate or what, but I do like to look at attractive (to me that is) women and their shapely (or even mildly shapely) bodies, be they fully clothed or even partial or even more so, not clothed at all.
While I am on the subject of attractive women, I would just like to say that I am not particularly attracted to movie star so called good looks but more, women who are horny to me at the time. Having said that, when I first saw Angelina Jolie in a movie when she was younger, I thought this horny wench will go far and she did, but she has waned in my view since. Since she and Brad split actually. I now like him better than her – not in a homosexual way you understand. Mind you they were both good in “Mr. and Mrs. Smith”. There is something about a shoot out in a department store with the missus, a couple of Uzis each and unlimited ammunition magazines, that appeals to me, and I don’t like guns. I think I would be concerned if Angelina offered to let me poke her here and now. My concern that she would eat me alive wouldn’t make for a horny or relaxing fuck and isn’t that what we all want? Then again if she was lying on her back naked on the bed with her legs wide open and dangling either side of me, my dick hanging out of her pussie, her tits rippling back and forth due to my thrusting and her looking at me with that Angelina look…well what can I say? I’m torn.
I prefer women I have worked with, women at tennis and golf (when I played), married women - usually when I don’t know the husband to talk to – who just want a root or to be felt up, because hubby isn’t supplying it or is supplying it to others (all too common in my experience). There are very few of those women that I haven’t had carnal thoughts about.
Ok, for want of a better word, I will accept that I am a perve but in my defence, I have had a few good mates over the years who seem to be just as randy, lecherous and active perverts (I will use that term for now for them as well) as I am judging by, say if we were sitting having a coffee and a chat in a public place that conversation would stop abruptly and they would point out a shapely woman walking past that wasn’t immediately obvious to me. We would both appreciate the sight, usually in silence, but not always as there might be a “fwoar” type utterance or two before she would move from our view and then we would return to our conversation. I don’t think I am out of the ordinary from most blokes in my appreciation of the female form. The only reason I mention this, is that, I was watching the weather forecast on the evening news the other night and ogling the averagely attractive (nothing special) weather presenter and her well rounded breasts (and THEY are special when she wears the right clothes). She was wearing one of these knitted (I think they are called) dresses with vertical ribs that form out and around her generous tits very nicely as well as her hips I have to add but to a lesser extent than the tits. I like listening to the weather every evening but I have to say that I usually miss some of the report when she wears that particular style of dress. Luckily I usually have it recorded and so I can go back and get the weather details that I missed and of course I can also pause it on her as well.
As I was watching all of this it occurred to me that women wear this provocative gear and guys get excited looking at it and yet, if I was say, in the studio as the weather was being recorded and I shouted out “cor, nice tits!” I would be at least scorned by others around me (some of the guys might chuckle) and perhaps shown out of the studio by security shortly afterwards. Also, as I had it paused on her full frontal as she faced the camera, her well rounded tits on display, me playing with my knob through my pants, it occurred to me that I had had several encounters over the years that highlighted the confusing (to me) attitudes displayed by humanity and how do blokes really stand a chance in this world ruled by women. Following are a few examples of past horny encounters along these lines.
1. When I was a young fellow of about 19 or 20 I used to visit a mate of mine at his home where he lived with his parents. His father was never there, luckily, as he was a bastard – but that’s another story – but his mother was there and she was a lovely person and a really hard worker. The family wasn’t all that well off (neither was mine) and one of the times I visited my mate, the mother said hello and spoke to me before the son and I headed to his room to hang out. This particular day she was doing the washing in the steamy laundry. The laundry room itself was a fibro outer walled, unlined room that had been built onto the back of the house in some bygone era long since passed. I say unlined, as there was a crack in the fibro that you could see daylight through and there were detergent bottles occupying the noggins which made for convenient shelving. There was no electric washing machine. There was a set of double concrete laundry tubs with a hand worked wringer on the centre wall of the tubs and a copper (no, not a police officer) I think at one end. For the young and/or uninitiated amongst us, a copper is basically a boiler used to clean clothes in days before electric washing machines. She had been hard at work slaving over the washing, dressed in probably a skirt and more to the point of this story, a singlet style top that showed off her braless tits that wobbled about delightfully (to a fascinated young man – at the time - like me) as she worked. They were mesmerizing! She stopped to talk and faced us (me in particular) looking from her son’s face and then back to mine as she spoke with a lovely smile. I took advantage of her looking to her son’s face to perve at her tits again and again. The singlet top had a mark of sweat stained wetness created by the cleavage between her not huge, but certainly not small, tits. As I said the braless tits wobbled slightly as I peered down at them (I was over 6’ and she was a small at about 5’4” or so), fascinated by their roundness as they pushed out this singlet top and their braless appearance. I can’t remember if I could see her nipples or not. I was so inexperienced that I didn’t check things out like that back then as I would today. The only reason I noticed the wobble of the tits must have been solely due to instinct inherited from my randy male forebears as I certainly only had very limited experience with women along those lines at that point. Nowadays, I can only think that I would want peel off her sweaty singlet top and to rub my dick between her lovely jiggling orbs but back then I would have been totally useless, not knowing what to do. Not that I would have been doing any of that with my mate standing right there anyway.
2. Another time and another woman and many years later. I was by then an experienced pervert. I can remember being confused this particular time when a female neighbour and I were standing talking to a fellow female neighbour. We were standing outside the second woman’s house and she was leaning on the window sill of what must have been a very low open window in the side of her house. It would take too much to explain the situation suffice to say that this woman was leaning on her folded arms leaning forward showing off a great view straight down her cleavage. I can’t remember whether there was a bra involved or not, but not much was left to the imagination as far as I was concerned. I was looking so intently that when she finally realised that I was looking down her cleavage, she pulled her blouse closed slightly without a break in the conversation. Now my question at that point is, if she didn’t want me (and the rest of the world) to look down her cleavage and indeed at her tits then why did she have them so on-display for all to see? She was a friendly type and we got on well before and after but she was hardly a flirt or promiscuous (that I knew of) and so once again why put your tits on display if you don’t want the world to look at them? Or is it just a female thing that they have inherited the instinct to attract the opposite sex to reproduce and carry on the species or is a vanity thing that they enjoy tantalizing men for the sheer ego side of things and because they can? Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the game and don’t mind getting sprung perving, I just find it intriguing. She was also a religious church going type, not that that stops people rooting like rattlesnakes and flashing their tits, but you know what I mean.
3. The next example was an old woman (easily in her seventies) who used to walk her little dog around the block. This only happened a few years ago. This woman has a large set of boobs. They are even larger than I usually prefer. That didn’t stop me from perving – it’s my job as a bloke! I had run into her a couple of times and one of those times her cleavage was on show (it must have been summer) and the top of her tits rippled a little in their bra. We had stopped to talk and for me to pat the dog. As I rose up from patting I looked straight at her tits as I continued the conversation. I intentionally lingered for quite a while on her tits. She didn’t flinch as she was probably used to guys perving at her considerable set of knockers. We kept talking and I glanced to and from her chest until I gave up and we finally continued on our way. Some months later I ran into her again. This time her tits were completely enclosed (it was probably winter or certainly colder this time) which didn’t stop me from looking at their roundness and huge size even so. I was pretty obvious this time hardly moving my gaze from her tits hoping that she would invite me back to her place (nearby) for a coffee and a bit of groping but it didn’t happen and I haven’t seen her since. I suppose I have been lucky over the years and similar situations have gone on to develop into some mutual feeling-up and every so often a root, but this wasn’t to be one of those occasions. Probably just as well as she lives a little too close to home and my partner has spoken to her since she tells me. That situation could be very nasty. The same complaint as before from me especially when the boobs were exposed in summer. Why have them so on display if you don’t want them looked at?
Anyway, these days I content myself with sometimes playing with my knob through my pants (if my partner is not around) as I ogle the evening news weather person when she wears her ribbed knitted, boob accentuating, dress. If my partner IS around and we are watching the weather report together, I feign interest in the weather while still wallowing in the absolutely wonderful roundness of the weather reporter’s tits, (especially if she is wearing her knitted dress which she hasn’t done recently that I can remember come to think of it. Have knitted dresses gone out of fashion? I certainly hope not!) and how much I would love to have my penis between them, minus the dress and bra of course.
Just as an aside, when I’m watching the weather report WITH my partner and she says of the weather person, “I think she has done her hair differently today” or “those shoes don’t go with that dress!” – then, stating that I am astounded at her comments is an understatement of humongous proportions! I didn’t even notice whether she had hair or shoes at all, I was too busy ogling her knitted ribbed dress clad tits to care! Oh well, “vive la difference” I guess.
While I am on the subject of attractive women, I would just like to say that I am not particularly attracted to movie star so called good looks but more, women who are horny to me at the time. Having said that, when I first saw Angelina Jolie in a movie when she was younger, I thought this horny wench will go far and she did, but she has waned in my view since. Since she and Brad split actually. I now like him better than her – not in a homosexual way you understand. Mind you they were both good in “Mr. and Mrs. Smith”. There is something about a shoot out in a department store with the missus, a couple of Uzis each and unlimited ammunition magazines, that appeals to me, and I don’t like guns. I think I would be concerned if Angelina offered to let me poke her here and now. My concern that she would eat me alive wouldn’t make for a horny or relaxing fuck and isn’t that what we all want? Then again if she was lying on her back naked on the bed with her legs wide open and dangling either side of me, my dick hanging out of her pussie, her tits rippling back and forth due to my thrusting and her looking at me with that Angelina look…well what can I say? I’m torn.
I prefer women I have worked with, women at tennis and golf (when I played), married women - usually when I don’t know the husband to talk to – who just want a root or to be felt up, because hubby isn’t supplying it or is supplying it to others (all too common in my experience). There are very few of those women that I haven’t had carnal thoughts about.
Ok, for want of a better word, I will accept that I am a perve but in my defence, I have had a few good mates over the years who seem to be just as randy, lecherous and active perverts (I will use that term for now for them as well) as I am judging by, say if we were sitting having a coffee and a chat in a public place that conversation would stop abruptly and they would point out a shapely woman walking past that wasn’t immediately obvious to me. We would both appreciate the sight, usually in silence, but not always as there might be a “fwoar” type utterance or two before she would move from our view and then we would return to our conversation. I don’t think I am out of the ordinary from most blokes in my appreciation of the female form. The only reason I mention this, is that, I was watching the weather forecast on the evening news the other night and ogling the averagely attractive (nothing special) weather presenter and her well rounded breasts (and THEY are special when she wears the right clothes). She was wearing one of these knitted (I think they are called) dresses with vertical ribs that form out and around her generous tits very nicely as well as her hips I have to add but to a lesser extent than the tits. I like listening to the weather every evening but I have to say that I usually miss some of the report when she wears that particular style of dress. Luckily I usually have it recorded and so I can go back and get the weather details that I missed and of course I can also pause it on her as well.
As I was watching all of this it occurred to me that women wear this provocative gear and guys get excited looking at it and yet, if I was say, in the studio as the weather was being recorded and I shouted out “cor, nice tits!” I would be at least scorned by others around me (some of the guys might chuckle) and perhaps shown out of the studio by security shortly afterwards. Also, as I had it paused on her full frontal as she faced the camera, her well rounded tits on display, me playing with my knob through my pants, it occurred to me that I had had several encounters over the years that highlighted the confusing (to me) attitudes displayed by humanity and how do blokes really stand a chance in this world ruled by women. Following are a few examples of past horny encounters along these lines.
1. When I was a young fellow of about 19 or 20 I used to visit a mate of mine at his home where he lived with his parents. His father was never there, luckily, as he was a bastard – but that’s another story – but his mother was there and she was a lovely person and a really hard worker. The family wasn’t all that well off (neither was mine) and one of the times I visited my mate, the mother said hello and spoke to me before the son and I headed to his room to hang out. This particular day she was doing the washing in the steamy laundry. The laundry room itself was a fibro outer walled, unlined room that had been built onto the back of the house in some bygone era long since passed. I say unlined, as there was a crack in the fibro that you could see daylight through and there were detergent bottles occupying the noggins which made for convenient shelving. There was no electric washing machine. There was a set of double concrete laundry tubs with a hand worked wringer on the centre wall of the tubs and a copper (no, not a police officer) I think at one end. For the young and/or uninitiated amongst us, a copper is basically a boiler used to clean clothes in days before electric washing machines. She had been hard at work slaving over the washing, dressed in probably a skirt and more to the point of this story, a singlet style top that showed off her braless tits that wobbled about delightfully (to a fascinated young man – at the time - like me) as she worked. They were mesmerizing! She stopped to talk and faced us (me in particular) looking from her son’s face and then back to mine as she spoke with a lovely smile. I took advantage of her looking to her son’s face to perve at her tits again and again. The singlet top had a mark of sweat stained wetness created by the cleavage between her not huge, but certainly not small, tits. As I said the braless tits wobbled slightly as I peered down at them (I was over 6’ and she was a small at about 5’4” or so), fascinated by their roundness as they pushed out this singlet top and their braless appearance. I can’t remember if I could see her nipples or not. I was so inexperienced that I didn’t check things out like that back then as I would today. The only reason I noticed the wobble of the tits must have been solely due to instinct inherited from my randy male forebears as I certainly only had very limited experience with women along those lines at that point. Nowadays, I can only think that I would want peel off her sweaty singlet top and to rub my dick between her lovely jiggling orbs but back then I would have been totally useless, not knowing what to do. Not that I would have been doing any of that with my mate standing right there anyway.
2. Another time and another woman and many years later. I was by then an experienced pervert. I can remember being confused this particular time when a female neighbour and I were standing talking to a fellow female neighbour. We were standing outside the second woman’s house and she was leaning on the window sill of what must have been a very low open window in the side of her house. It would take too much to explain the situation suffice to say that this woman was leaning on her folded arms leaning forward showing off a great view straight down her cleavage. I can’t remember whether there was a bra involved or not, but not much was left to the imagination as far as I was concerned. I was looking so intently that when she finally realised that I was looking down her cleavage, she pulled her blouse closed slightly without a break in the conversation. Now my question at that point is, if she didn’t want me (and the rest of the world) to look down her cleavage and indeed at her tits then why did she have them so on-display for all to see? She was a friendly type and we got on well before and after but she was hardly a flirt or promiscuous (that I knew of) and so once again why put your tits on display if you don’t want the world to look at them? Or is it just a female thing that they have inherited the instinct to attract the opposite sex to reproduce and carry on the species or is a vanity thing that they enjoy tantalizing men for the sheer ego side of things and because they can? Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the game and don’t mind getting sprung perving, I just find it intriguing. She was also a religious church going type, not that that stops people rooting like rattlesnakes and flashing their tits, but you know what I mean.
3. The next example was an old woman (easily in her seventies) who used to walk her little dog around the block. This only happened a few years ago. This woman has a large set of boobs. They are even larger than I usually prefer. That didn’t stop me from perving – it’s my job as a bloke! I had run into her a couple of times and one of those times her cleavage was on show (it must have been summer) and the top of her tits rippled a little in their bra. We had stopped to talk and for me to pat the dog. As I rose up from patting I looked straight at her tits as I continued the conversation. I intentionally lingered for quite a while on her tits. She didn’t flinch as she was probably used to guys perving at her considerable set of knockers. We kept talking and I glanced to and from her chest until I gave up and we finally continued on our way. Some months later I ran into her again. This time her tits were completely enclosed (it was probably winter or certainly colder this time) which didn’t stop me from looking at their roundness and huge size even so. I was pretty obvious this time hardly moving my gaze from her tits hoping that she would invite me back to her place (nearby) for a coffee and a bit of groping but it didn’t happen and I haven’t seen her since. I suppose I have been lucky over the years and similar situations have gone on to develop into some mutual feeling-up and every so often a root, but this wasn’t to be one of those occasions. Probably just as well as she lives a little too close to home and my partner has spoken to her since she tells me. That situation could be very nasty. The same complaint as before from me especially when the boobs were exposed in summer. Why have them so on display if you don’t want them looked at?
Anyway, these days I content myself with sometimes playing with my knob through my pants (if my partner is not around) as I ogle the evening news weather person when she wears her ribbed knitted, boob accentuating, dress. If my partner IS around and we are watching the weather report together, I feign interest in the weather while still wallowing in the absolutely wonderful roundness of the weather reporter’s tits, (especially if she is wearing her knitted dress which she hasn’t done recently that I can remember come to think of it. Have knitted dresses gone out of fashion? I certainly hope not!) and how much I would love to have my penis between them, minus the dress and bra of course.
Just as an aside, when I’m watching the weather report WITH my partner and she says of the weather person, “I think she has done her hair differently today” or “those shoes don’t go with that dress!” – then, stating that I am astounded at her comments is an understatement of humongous proportions! I didn’t even notice whether she had hair or shoes at all, I was too busy ogling her knitted ribbed dress clad tits to care! Oh well, “vive la difference” I guess.
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