Context is, I’m a surgical tech, I work for a plastic surgeon (and no, I haven’t had any work done.) The surgeon I work for is in his mid-50s, tall, silver-haired and every bit the gentleman and professional in my experience.
I was staying late doing some paperwork and I guess my boss thought I’d left because his office door was open and I could hear him talking on the phone. I wasn’t really listening in but I heard my name and my ears perked up. What followed was a meticulous description of my height, weight, and my proportions—breast, waist, and ass. (Edit, for those asking: 5’9”, 147lbs [he guessed 145], 37-26-37, D-cup). And then he said something like, “Yes. Really. And she’s all natural.”
Now I’ve never given him any of that info, but I guess with his experience he can just eyeball it. And he was exactly right on all of it. He’s only ever seen me clothed (see my profile for a pic of me in scrubs) but he knows my body so well.