If I go out in something, oh yes, please look at me. Tell me I'm [adjective] (and not be creepy about it) and I'll be simpering for the rest of the night. If I'm at work though, or at some sort of social event where I'm 'trapped,' then oh god don't.

As for looking? I typically am not seeking it out, but when someone stretches just right? Oh boy oh boy, that's a delight. Let me see muscles strain beneath, nipples and breasts outlined by a tight fitting shirt, the outline of a juicy penis trapped against the leg as it twitches with the motion...