I will never forget my very first downblouse.
I was in 7th grade and had this smokin' hot typing teacher. She had to be in her mid-20s, with gorgeous blonde hair, a petite frame, and medium sized breasts. On top of it all, she often wore classy, lower cut button up blouses and skirts. Every time I would pass by her desk, I would see a little bit of her bra peeking through her plunging neckline. She literally had no clue that I was even trying to get peeks down her blouse.
One day, about 3 weeks into the semester, she wore a blouse that was a bit tight and, from the right angle, you could see between the buttons. As I sat at my desk, I paid more attention to her blouse than what she was saying...after a few minutes, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra! She gestured just the right way and I got a peek at the most beautiful breast and nipple I had seen in my entire life up to that point.
I spent the rest of the class trying to concentrate, but I think the blood was flowing away from my brain to somewhere else
That was 22 years ago