This is my entry into the 750 word project, where stories must be exactly 750 words long. It's a big constraint, but I hope you like it anyway. Comments are encouraged! -- JB
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I began simply enough. My breasts are a little big, and sometimes my blouse gaps between the buttons, revealing parts of my bra. I caught men looking, and to my surprise, it turned me on. I began to wear tighter blouses, a size too small for my bust. I got even more looks.
Inspired by the lechers all around me, I bought push-up bras and low-cut blouses. I could show off my boobs almost to my nipples. I got looks, but it wasn't the same. I realized what men got off on the most, was getting illicit looks: Seeing things they weren't supposed to see, when the woman (me!) made a mistake that gave them an illicit glimpse.
I knew I was weird. I live in New York City (Manhattan, to be precise), in an apartment on the fourth floor of a seventeen-story apartment building. It's built in a U shape, so my apartment faces one across the U. I have wide blinds, which of course I lower at night. Blinds are great, because you can arrange the slats so that people can see through them or not, depending on their orientation. I chose the angle that allowed people to see in, knowing that they're not supposed to do so. Then I paraded around my apartment in a bra and panties.
Of course, I had no idea if people could see in easily, although I figured they could from apartments higher than mine, like on the fifth, sixth, or seventh floors. I got lucky: there was a fund raiser party for some political candidate in exactly one of the apartments directly across from me, and on the sixth floor, to boot!