my first downblouse experience worth mentioning was when i was just out of high school. my sister had a bunch of her friends over for a new years' sleepover party. i knew most of them already, but one, a couple of years younger than me, i had never met before. she was very cute -- slim, with firey red hair (natural, not dyed) and pleasantly small breasts. (for what it's worth, she still has an incredible body to this day.) she was a bit of a geek herself, and one of the first girls i had met who actually enjoyed a conversation about science and computers, but i didn't find this out until late, just before everyone was getting ready for bed. this turned out to be very good timing for me.
at this point i might otherwise have gone off to do my own thing while my sister and her friends hung out for several more hours before bed; but since this girl and i were deeply engrossed in a conversation we continued to hang out after she changed into one of those pajama tops with a very loose neckline. we were alternately sitting on the floor, on couches, walking around, even played some video games, and at least half a dozen times she leaned forward enough for me to see her entire breast with just the briefest glimpse of nipple. i took every opportunity i could find to get my self in just the right position for a perfect view when the opportunity arose -- i'm pretty sure she never had any idea.
needless to say i developed a huge crush on her. (a couple of years later, i actually got a chance to act on that crush for one wonderful, if far too brief, night. i've tried to make that happen again with no luck.)
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