Inappropriate crushes
As a teenager I was obsessed by my piano teacher - I hated playing the piano, but carried on because she was so lovely. OK, it was because she used to wear very plunging necklines.
I even stopped practicing because the worse I was, the more she'd sit at the piano to show me how to play a piece and I could stand behind her and look down her top.
Aaaaargh. Confess your own crushes so I don't look like a breast-obssessed stalker.
( , Thu 28 Sep 2006, 10:42)
As a teenager I was obsessed by my piano teacher - I hated playing the piano, but carried on because she was so lovely. OK, it was because she used to wear very plunging necklines.
I even stopped practicing because the worse I was, the more she'd sit at the piano to show me how to play a piece and I could stand behind her and look down her top.
Aaaaargh. Confess your own crushes so I don't look like a breast-obssessed stalker.
( , Thu 28 Sep 2006, 10:42)
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Not entirely off topic
Not so much inappropriate crush as inappropriate turn-on, and it wasn’t me that had it, but who caused it.
I went for a job interview about five/six years ago. The interviewer was the manager of the team I wanted to join. At the time I was in my late 30s but (as I keep telling you) could pass for late 20s. The (woman) manager was around early 30s, and although I didn’t fancy her (never did actually) she was nice enough looking, with – and I’m estimating here – around sized 36Ds which, to be fair, were her best feature and her smart work blouse made the estimate possible. I think the Hermione Granger hair put me off most.
Anyway, the interview was going fine, we were probably about 15 minutes in when I noticed that her nipples had started to show through the blouse. Now, the problem was how to pretend I hadn’t noticed. Well, I kept as much eye contact as possible, but this was obviously turning her on as when she looked down to make a note on her pad, I couldn’t help noticing that her nips were now totally engorged! This was giving me a hard-on and making it difficult to keep my mind on the questions. She was obviously having the same problem but came to both our aid by coyly slipping on her jacket which was over the back of her chair. Of course, the act of putting on a jacket while sitting down tends to push out the breasts somewhat so I was treated to one last up close vision of engorgement before they disappeared for good. I suspect that she brushed the tips of her nips with the jacket while putting it on, but that might be unfair.
Eventually, the interview ended, we shook hands and I left, feeling confident and yes….
…reader, I got the job.
( , Fri 29 Sep 2006, 13:15, Reply)
Not so much inappropriate crush as inappropriate turn-on, and it wasn’t me that had it, but who caused it.
I went for a job interview about five/six years ago. The interviewer was the manager of the team I wanted to join. At the time I was in my late 30s but (as I keep telling you) could pass for late 20s. The (woman) manager was around early 30s, and although I didn’t fancy her (never did actually) she was nice enough looking, with – and I’m estimating here – around sized 36Ds which, to be fair, were her best feature and her smart work blouse made the estimate possible. I think the Hermione Granger hair put me off most.
Anyway, the interview was going fine, we were probably about 15 minutes in when I noticed that her nipples had started to show through the blouse. Now, the problem was how to pretend I hadn’t noticed. Well, I kept as much eye contact as possible, but this was obviously turning her on as when she looked down to make a note on her pad, I couldn’t help noticing that her nips were now totally engorged! This was giving me a hard-on and making it difficult to keep my mind on the questions. She was obviously having the same problem but came to both our aid by coyly slipping on her jacket which was over the back of her chair. Of course, the act of putting on a jacket while sitting down tends to push out the breasts somewhat so I was treated to one last up close vision of engorgement before they disappeared for good. I suspect that she brushed the tips of her nips with the jacket while putting it on, but that might be unfair.
Eventually, the interview ended, we shook hands and I left, feeling confident and yes….
…reader, I got the job.
( , Fri 29 Sep 2006, 13:15, Reply)
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