Forgot to say:
I ran cross country for several years. One time I was at a meet, and the men’s varsity race was currently going on. My friend and I were cheering for the guys from our school, when my friend turned to me and said, “I can’t help but look at their shorts when they run, and how their package bounces from side to side.” After that, I couldn’t stop looking either. I had to look. I couldn’t help it. Mmm, running boys.
In the first or second grade, all of us kiddies were on the floor in front of the teacher while she taught us something that I don’t remember. Anyhow, she had one leg over the other and I was totally engrossed by the soles of her shoes because she had a brand new pair of those 70’s GASS shoes. So I was really leaning in looking at the sole and she finally looked down at me said, “Do you mind paying attention?” I’m pretty sure that she realized that it was the shoe I was checking out because I was just too young to be interested in anything else.
Also, As a teen one of the most embarrassing/indignant moments I can remember is being publicly accused of trying to look up a skirt. I say indignant because (for once) I really wasn’t and I already disliked the accuser anyway.
I’ve caught myself staring at women’s crotches and licking my lips!
I am a perverted boy. I know this. But I still surprise myself sometimes.
Word.
I’m not immediately drawn to staring at a woman’s crotch unless she’s got a severe case of camel toe, but an ample bust gets my attention all the time. Being attracted to men as well gives me twice the opportunity to check people out. One deputy that works in the courthouse, for instance, has a pet python that he evidently brings to work with him every day and keeps down his left pant leg.
Heh.
With me, it’s look at the girls here, look at the guys there. Like watching tennis matches everyday. 
Once when a woman came to my door wearing an outrageously low-cut top for a first date, I looked her in the eye and said “Pardon me for a moment.” Then I stared at her chest for a long while, looked back up and said “I approve.” Seemed to work well, and got some of the ogling out of my system. Of course, it helped that she was obviously and intentionally putting her chest on display.
As for crotch watching, it’s not something I do, unless there’s something particularly unusual going on down there.
Butts, however…mmmm.
Nipples, when they protrude. Even a tiny bit.
And areolas visible through light clothing.
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Umm, yeah. Women’s crotches, anyhow. V shapes inside (hips) and below navels 
Fortunately, it seems that far more people stare at boobage, and/or that women are more aware of it. (Maybe because the stare-targets are closer to the eyes?).
Ah, the yumminess of snug-fitting blue jeans…
I thought I was the only one that did that!! What is this inclination? Maybe because I’ve never married?? Were You able to stop doing it?
Even at work and with Family, what is wrong with me??
bluelady10
Zombie crotches?
Heh. When I was a little girl (mid 1960’s), there was a common synthetic material for women’s dresses to be made out of (and remember, back then, a lot of women wore dresses as everyday wear). I couldn’t tell you what the fabric was called, but my aunts both had a number of dresses made out of it, and I was fascinated by the way it felt to rub the two layers of the hem against one another, between my thumb and finger. Well, my aunts knew and loved me, and just kind of accommodated me.
One day, I was going into the city with my father, who did not have a driver’s license, so we were taking the bus. The woman boarding the bus just ahead of us had a dress made of that exact fabric. Unable (apparently) to control myself, I just reached out and started uh, manipulating the hem of her dress. She turned around and slapped my father. 
Ah, another Lazarus thread, resurrected by a newbie. Welcome newbie! At least this one’s relevant no matter the decade!
There was a woman who worked in an office where I worked after her - she was already gone when I started - who was known as “The Crotch Watcher”. Her specialty was apparently talking to men’s packages, especially when she would have them come over to her desk to talk to her for whatever reason. There was nowhere for them to sit near her, and so would remain standing while she remained seated. She apparently had no problem not raising her head/eyes correspondingly, and instead just spoke to the crotch.
Ladies, do not become “The Crotch Watcher!”
Heh, I find myself doing that at times. Sometimes i have to make a conscience effort to keep eye conact when…
HEY, HEY, HEY! My eyes are up HERE!
So, kcreamer, how does one stumble upon a five-year-old crotch thread?
Did you actually perform a ‘crotch’ search?
mmm
“Hey. . Come back. We were gonna have some lunch. Hey, I’m sorry. Come on, Mom”.
There was picture in one of the high schools in my hometown of a hurdler mid-leap with his junk supposedly hanging out which everybody knew about and had seen. It could have been some anomaly of the photo or something, but given the context (legs splayed, skimpy shorts) and no shadow because of the angle of the sun, it was probably real.
I have always been a perv this way and constantly stare at male crotches, even those oversize pants the guys have been wearing for a few years now, knowing I can’t even see anything, but sometimes that just leads to more lascivious fantasies. And, yes, I’ve gotten caught.
I can’t help it!
I bumbled into this thread because the title suggested a trainwreck, and I was curious.
I feel kinda wierd asking this, and I’m not really sure I should because it might ruin the blissful ignorance I’ve been living in:
Do women really, honestly, do this?
I started doing triathlons last year, and I end up wearing the same speedo type trunks for all three phases, just because then I dont have to waste time in T1 or T2 slipping on or off a pair of shorts. I noticed during the last one that there was… side to side movement. Does this mean that its possible that some of the female spectators are watching my crotch?
Ah well - I figure I’m neither the best nor the worst, so I’m virtually immemorable, so who cares.
Does make me wonder what they are cheering for when I’m getting close to the finish line, though.
Yep. Just like dudes like to watch bouncing boobies. There are a lot of us ladies who enjoy bouncing boys. We’re just a LOT better at not getting caught.
Guys are so busy checking out our chests, they don’t even notice we’re not always looking them in the eye, either!
Some times if I’m talking to someone and trying to concentrate on what they’re saying, I will kind of look down and stare at the middle distance between me and the speaker. It really, really looks like I’m staring at the person’s chest (man or woman), but I’m not. Now I try to look up above their head, but I still slip up. Anyone else do this?