Bra Spotting, Part 1

Remember way back when I talked about panty spotting?  Well, the natural counterpart is bra spotting.   It’s just as fun as panty spotting, and in fact, due to the nature of bras, there are more techniques to use.  I’ll cover these techniques over the next few posts.  It is also worth saying that bra spotting can be riskier.  There are plenty of opportunities to get caught.  You are, in fact, looking at a woman’s chest area; you don’t want to hear, “My eyes are here!”  Quick, furtive glances are the key.

Before I begin, I thought I’d mention that it’s extremely hot if you are able to glimpse a woman’s bra and her panties.  This completes the mental picture; you now can imagine her in her underwear.  It’s even hotter when the bra and panties match.  I’ll have more to say on this later.  But for now, let’s talk about bra spotting.

The first technique is simply glimpsing the bra right through a sheer blouse.  I’m not talking about seeing the outline against a tight-fitting sweater; I’m talking about actually seeing the bra.  Admittedly, this is rare, but it can happen, as it did to me the other day.  We were having a go-away party for our administrative assistant, who is leaving our group and going to work in another department.  She’s an extremely cute blonde, in her late thirties, and recently divorced as well.  I couldn’t believe the blouse she was wearing.  It was white, and although you couldn’t see much through the front, the back was so sheer that you clearly saw the entire bra.  Heck, if the bra had been a color other than white, I would have been able to tell you the exact shade.

This situation is ideal, in the sense that you can stare without being caught, at least by her.  (Watch out for bystanders!)  The next two techniques are more risky, since you can easily get caught if you aren’t careful.

As for the lady, she still works in my building.  I’ll have to stop by every once in a while to see when she wears the blouse.  (Oh, and I never got to spot her panties that day.  Oh well!)

What’s with the wink?

For the next week or so, I’m involved in these huge meetings of 20-30 people.   Ashna and Michelle were there, but I was also introduced to some other lovely ladies.  One of them, an older blonde, actually winked at me while we shook hands.

What’s the deal with that?

I’m fairly certain that it wasn’t a flirt.  The wink happened exactly while she said, “Hi.”  It wasn’t like she did it afteward, and there wasn’t any sort of coy-ness.  To be honest, it seemed kind of… well, maternal, I guess.  It’s not like she’s that old, either.

During the meeting, I tried to make eye contact with her, but alas, she never looked my way.  Was she possibly keeping it cool, or was it really just a wink and nothing more?  We shall see.

Has anyone else encountered a winker?

Back to Work

Now that everyone is back, I thought I’d post a few updates as to what is going on.

First, there’s Praveena.  She’s finally back, and I paid her a special visit to ask how her New Year’s Eve was.  She said that she spent it with cousins.  Remember how I wrote that she may not have known I was married, even though I always wear my ring?  Well, I specifically told her that I spent my New Year’s home with my family, and she seemed to get the hint.  I didn’t come right out and ask if she was married — I felt this would “tip my hand,” so to speak.  But I’ll gauge her reaction over the next few days.  If she is, in fact, single, then I will have to change my strategy somewhat.  I still want to let her know I’m interested, but you have to be careful with single women.

I did get a chance to chat with Amy.  She is getting ready to sell her house.  This is great because it gives me a conversation starter.  No mention of the dancing comment, however.  Bonus: I got a peek at her bellybutton!  It’s an innie.

An amusing thing happened with Ashna.  You have to understand that Ashna’s name is not actually “Ashna”; I change all names to protect the innocent.  But her name is close to Ashna, and this almost tripped me up.  While I was walking into the building yesterday, I was deep in thought, thinking about my plans to track Ashna’s monthly cycle, when suddenly I see her standing in the lobby.  I had to stop myself from actually calling her Ashna!  That would have been weird.  But she did notice the studder, and later on, she commented on how she said hi to me but I was deep in thought.  Heh, if she only knew.

On a more serious note, I learned that Maryanne’s husband was in a car accident.  He’s okay for now but needs to undergo physical therapy.  This basically means that I have to stop flirting with Maryanne, at least for the time being.  I’ll switch it into “emotional support” mode.  I’ll have more to say about this kind of situation in future posts.