Watching Great Tits From the Office
A few years ago, I visited an office belonging to someone I had never met before. Right off the bat, we hit it off well, thanks to our shared love for admiring topless sunbathers sunbathing on a nearby roof.
This playful narrative talks about birdwatching, binoculars, and bonding.
A Day of Watching Great Tits
I rode the elevator up four floors and walked down a corridor, leading me to room 401, which was located at the end of the hallway. The door was open, so I stepped inside. A man around my age sat at a large desk, his shirt sleeves rolled up. His desk was a complete mess, with several piles of paper scattered about. I identified him as Mike Hanlon and introduced myself.
"Mike? Hi, I'm Jock Martin from JM Digital."
"Welcome! I've been expecting you. Please have a seat."
I settled into the plush chair facing his messy desk, amazed at the disarray of papers. It was clear he needed my help to digitize things. Mike faced me, his back to the big windows behind him, which offered an impressive view of the city.
"This is quite the office you've got here, Mike. So bright and sunny," I complimented.
"I wouldn't trade it for anything!" he beamed.
It was then I spotted binoculars resting on the edge of his desk. I raised an eyebrow.
"A birdwatcher?" I asked.
"Well... sort of."
"Spied any Flickers or Sapsuckers from up here? This is their season after all."
"I've seen a few, maybe," he replied.
Then, he pivoted to the windows. "I can't stress enough how important it is to keep your eyes and ears open from here. Nothing would surprise me."
I decided it was best I quit my digitalization talk and just watch the birds since that's what he was captivated by.
"I guess I'll just leave you to it, Mike. It's a beautiful view, after all," I said.
"Don't worry about it, Jock. We'll start our meeting once I've had my fill of viewing outside."
He was so consumed by what was happening out the window that the thought of organizing his paperwork had completely slipped his mind.
I could hear giggles from outside. Two female voices echoed, sounding delighted. Mike grabbed his binoculars, positioning himself next to the window.
"Care for some bird watching? There's a few college girls sunbathing topless on the rooftop. Through these binoculars, you should be able to see them better," he pointed out.
"That sounds like an offer I can't refuse." I was excited to watch them, but also a little perplexed by his sudden change of focus. He had seemed so serious about the paperwork earlier.
The tall blonde and the brunette with yellow clothes peeled off their shirts, while the one with auburn hair removed her jeans. All three women wore bikini tops that highlighted their curves flawlessly.
Mike seemed to be delighted for my viewing pleasure.
"Please take a closer look, Jock. I'm seriously considering telling him to wait and come back tomorrow. But who am I to stop you?" he said.
I moved my chair closer.
"Who's your favorite?" I asked him.
"It's between the blonde and the brunette, but I have a preference," he replied.
Great Tits seemed to be the only topic of interest as Mike revealed his viewing choice. I wondered what other birds may fly by while we were mesmerized by the view. Maybe we'd see a male Woodcock or a Swallow.
Their bikinis were removed and only string bikinis remained. It was obvious they had done this multiple times. I could hear Mike's breathing hesitate with just a hint of anticipation.
"Thanks for sharing your view with me, Mike. I'm hypnotized."
I had picked up on Mike's passion for birdwatching. I couldn't help but start to think of Great Tits hopping about.
Greetings to the "you-all-men-are-just-pigs" community. Today I encountered a man I'd never met before, yet we're sharing binoculars to inspect our preferences for partially-dressed young women. Clearly, Mike and I are on the same manly team.
Up on the dormitory rooftop, the three women perform a seemingly rehearsed routine. They first remove their clothes and put their big towels next to each other.
Next, they sit on their towels, and after that, they take out tubes and bottles of sunscreen from their bags. Each one applies it to her front, seeming to pay particular attention to the upper chest and inner thighs. These appear to be delicate spots.
When that's done, they offer their backs to each other for additional sunscreen application in spots they couldn't reach. I notice they even rub it into the skin underneath the strings of their bikini bottoms.
Eventually, the girls lie face down with their backs towards us and unfasten their tops.
Throughout this spectacle, I've been watching extremely closely with the binoculars. I've been observing the disappearance of colorfully painted hands beneath bikini bottoms. All three women are looking fantastic to me!
Mike raises a question.
"Alright, Buddy, who do you pick?"
"It depends..."
"On what?"
"Whether I'm looking at... or to lay with."
This captures Mike's attention as he realises we're discussing an instinctual desire hidden deep within us both.
"And who would you most want to have intercourse with, of course?"
"That's simple. The girl with auburn hair and neon green bikini. She's my choice. I'd have sex with her!"
"And why's that?"
"Just look at her. She's got great breasts and the smallest bikini, so I think she'd be a wild one. What's your choice?"
I enthusiastically join in. "I'd pick the blonde. The long hair spread out when she's lying down, with her legs wrapped around me from underneath. Won't you join me in my fantasy?"
We dig in a little more, appreciating the women's beauty. I then examine Blondie. "She'd be a great lay too."
We're bantering back and forth in a friendly way when the three girls start raising up onto their elbows, and May reveal more of their private areas.
Finally, Mike shares fantastic news with me. "Soon they'll flip over to tan on the other side. That's when the real excitement begins. Are you going to stay?"
"Yeah, if you do. I'll remain until they return indoors."
"Excellent. Let's order lunch. It's almost noon, and we'll be at least another hour."
Mike orders fast food to be delivered to his office, and we return to watching the ladies. This feels like a sporting event, eating while observing.
Then, a few minutes later, the small brunette in the itsy bitsy yellow polkadot bikini decides to stand up. She presses her unsecured top against her chest. She steps across her towel, then sits down facing us before dipping into her bag for sunscreen. She lays back.
Mike points me towards her with the binoculars.
"Check this out, Buddy!" Mike exhales softly, handing me the binoculars.
"Holy sh*t..." I breathe in.
Polkadots is pulling away her top, revealing a breathtaking pair of breasts! She spreads sunscreen onto one, then the other, before her fingers rub it in completely. Her hands move around each one, touching every inch. She finally pays attention to her nipples.
Polkadots circles each areola, before rolling the nubs into erect peaks.
I can barely function as my penis becomes excited from the display.
"It's my turn. Give me the glasses," Mike demands, eager to see Blondie going through the same process.
The women are close enough that I can still see the entire process that's typically hidden from the world. Blondie's skin isn't as suntanned as Polkadots', and her nipples appear a pretty pink instead of brown.
However, Blondie's breasts are also divine, matching the scene as she turns to apply the sunscreen. She is seated to do this, and her breasts dangle like fresh, ripe fruit ready to be plucked.
Check this out, it's Auburn now, and I'm lost in thought about who's going to get the binoculars for this one.
There's a knock on the now-shut office door, and someone announces a food delivery for Mike Hanlon.
Mike passes me the binoculars and quickly runs over to gather our lunch. He comes back right away, wondering what happened there at the door. He soon learns the answer.
"Wow, check out those incredible boobs!" my host exclaims, about to drop the food on the desk.
"Oh wow... like fully ripe melons," I mutter, mesmerized by Auburn's big breasts shifting side to side as she rubs tanning cream into them.
Both hands are on one boob at a time while she leans forward to examine her progress. Circular motions stimulate the second tit, and it moves like the first, stimulated nipples extended to protect from sun rays. They've both grown immensely in size!
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"Yup, definitely the chick I want to screw! No doubt about it. Those are Gigantic Melons... oh yeah, and that's actually a bird species."
"Seriously?... No?... Well, there's a whole bunch of Gigantic Melons out there right now!"
We eat our burgers and French fries while the three girls sunbathe. It's extraordinary how their bare, tanned breasts take various stances on their smooth bodies. Auburn's 36Ds flatten slightly and extend to each side, while Polkadots' 34Bs sit proudly high. Blondie's boobs are smooth and pear-shaped, her nipples as perky as ever.
Mike notices me smirking and laughing to myself.
"What's up, Jock? Something amusing?"
"Just thinking about another bird, the Boobit. I can't even imagine why."
"An actual bird? You're joking."
"Seriously. It's a stupid sea bird that often doesn't sense danger close by."
"Like us here, eh?" he chuckles. "I'd love to get my hands on those Boobits!"
Mike and I are committed bird enthusiasts, experts at identifying bird species. With the large office windows and powerful binoculars, we're getting an up-close look at these three stunning species nearby. Some other events are occurring that make the scene even more exciting.
The girls realize they need sunlight to reach their inner thighs for an even tan. Slowly, they start to open their legs for exposure. As they do, Mike and I set down our food to take turns with the field glasses.
With the binoculars being his, he gets them first. That's the unwritten rule between us: allow each other to have a turn when it's time. No need to fight with friends.
"Awesome pussy on Blondie!" I hear him comment. "Look, can you see the camel toe?"
I grab the glasses to get a good look. "Yup! I really want that!"
"OK, pass them over so I can examine Polkadots," Mike says. "Dude, she's rolling her lower garments down to get more sun. Oh god, she's almost down to her... "
I interrupt him, grabbing for the glasses but he pulls them away.
"Nah, not yet. Auburn is spreading her legs wider now... Oh my god, man! You gotta see this!"
Mike gives me the glasses, and I zero in on the neon green bikini bottoms. This is the skimpiest and tightest of the bunch. Her voluminous lips are very evident and almost spilling out the edges of the fabric. Then she shifts, and a deep crevice becomes visible. It's not difficult to imagine the rest.
"Epic fucking pussy," I murmur, unable to tear my gaze from the thrilling display.
"Hey, you're fogging up the binoculars. They're your turn, pass them back so I can clean the lens," he laughs.
"Awesome! What a great show!"
"It's not over yet. I like to observe these babes when they heat up and the perspiration starts to run across their skin."
"I've got time. My boss is on vacation. I can take some work home so I don't miss these hot chicks."
I can see their nearly naked bodies shining from the sun's heat. They're turning hot now. As we chat, they shift to slightly different positions, revealing more visible movements of their bare breasts. We're spellbound, afraid we might miss something important. Then they decide to turn over. Now we're treated to a different spectacular display:
We're in high gear, afraid we'll miss the ultimate show. Then it comes. [
Every one rotates, revealing another attractive side to appreciate while they reapply sun protection on each other's back. We delight in witnessing their glistening fingers clutching the back towards the side-boob area. Brave. They're shielding their girlfriends' vulnerable skin from sunburn.
Soon all three are sprawled on their stomachs once more. This time their feet are pointing towards us, providing an enticing new perspective. Their enticing, dripping bottoms are beautifully presented in a wide range - from soft to meaty to hard and lean. Wonderful backsides are a visual feast and a catalyst for more carnal desires.
"Jock, would you like a beer?" my new birdwatching buddy inquires, indicating a cooler beneath his desk.
"Definitely. This isn't over, and I'm getting rather heated myself."
"True cocklifters, aren't they? They've certainly stoked our language, no?"
"Yes. But do you think they realise we've been admiring them for the past hour or so?"
"Nah! But can you imagine the response if they knew we were watching them deliberately? Enjoying their exhibitionist behaviour!"
We fixate our gaze once more, engulfing our icy drinks. The girls' legs spread open wide to tan their inner thighs, heightening the stunning arse-on view. Merely a thin strip of material obscures the promised land. Oh, how we desire x-ray vision at this moment!
Then, as if they can hear our secret musings, they reach back with both hands to tug up their bikini bottoms gradually, exposing more of their tanned skin. Even down to the crack! Their chests rise as they stretch out their arms. Magnificent sideboob! Our thoughts are unspeakably dirty.
"Damn! Those girls are incredible," I mumble. "I could only think of one thing - penetrating her arse!"
"Yes! Which one shall we choose first?"
"These different angles make it impossible to decide. The more I look, the more I want all of them."
Then I propose an ingenious solution.
"Imagine if we all did it with all three at the same time! Auburn on my penis, Blondie on my face. While Polkadots pleasures herself during her wait."
"Incredible!" Mike cries. "That's how I'd start, but then go for the blonde. What an uncanny treat!"
"Hang on, I'd have to beat you to her if you want her first," I quip.
"I'm curious if we could. You know, frogmarch them into your dorm and ravage them."
"Idea hinders thought - the cops might arrive. The consequences would be disastrous. We're confined to imagining."
Mike sighs. "Aw, you've just punctured that balloon."
We value examining attractive females. We take pleasure in admiring them and fantasizing. We allow our creative minds to imagine them impaled on our penises.
In lieu of physical action, we will remain limited to admiration and fantasy. However, it's a delightful pastime. We'll continue to revel in observing sexy women for as long as our lustful thoughts retain their potency.
Some may deem Mike and me guilty chauvinists for treating these college girls as sexual objects. We're mature adults and supposedly ought to be ashamed, right? Unfortunate, indeed.
We don't even know their names or anything about them. Only that they look fantastic in a bikini and even better topless. We're guilty, indeed.
As their show comes to a conclusion, they're preparing to leave. Our afternoon entertainment will cease. Time to return to the reason for my visit.
"Mike, I failed to accomplish the objective of my visit - transferring all this paper into the cloud. Shall I return tomorrow around the same time?"
"Let me check my phone."
I assume Mike is checking his office roster to ensure he isn't booked up. But, unsurprisingly, that's not what he's doing.
"Absolutely, come at 11:00 tomorrow," he grins. "The forecast predicts a flawless sunny day. The girls might be sunbathing again, possibly accompanied by their buddies. You should bring beers."
"I'll be there! And I'll provide for lunch next time as well."
It's a masterclass in forging friendships. Don't become a freeloader. Bring the beer and sometimes pay for lunch. The best way to retain a friendship. [reposted from r/Paragraph]
Sure thing!
Good! It's always enjoyable watching birds, notes Mike. "Those Boobies and Great Tits we spotted today. Perhaps some Sapsuckers and Flickers will land on the roof tomorrow."
"Who knows?" I chuckle. "We might even spot a slutty little Birdie!"
"A Birdie?" asks Mike.
"Yep, that's what some author named James Joyce used to call women," I clarify.
"A Birdie!" exclaims Mike. "Have you read a lot then?"
"Mostly smut when I'm not birdwatching," I admit. "There are some binoculars stored in my garage. I'll bring them over tomorrow as well."
Mike chuckles and lifts his bottle in a toast. "Cheers to those three Birdies over there. May they continue to flock around eternally!" He chuckles at his witty remark.
We laugh and finish our beers.
Now Brunette, Blonde, and Auburn have retreated indoors. But they've got something special planned for us as we watch longingly from the window.
As if on cue, the three lovely ladies pivot their sensual hips toward our window and expose their round bottoms. They peer back at us, flashing their bright smiles...
Then... they wave goodbye with a grin before scampering indoors, giggling.
Holy crap! Those teasing birds were aware we were peeping on them the whole time!
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