First downblouse I ever saw was in high school. We were playing a corny "Jeopardy" style question-and-answer game in social studies, so we were standing in groups looking at the board. I'd just finished my growth spurt and I'm just about six feet tall.
There was this really, really stunning blonde girl on my team. She must've only been five feet two or so. This particular day she was wearing a hot sheath dress that exposed a ton of cleavage. Since I was taller than her and she was looking at the classroom, she didn't notice me using my height advantage to peer at her creamy, perfect tits. I enjoyed the view.
Then my breath caught in my throat--I realized that by leaning just a little forward, I could make out her pink areolas and the pale, delicate nipple pointing out from her breast. It was hot as hell, but also completely awkward: we were all standing up and I had nowhere to hide my raging boner. Somehow I managed to step to the back of the group and lower my pulse rate long enough to not attract attention. I still have dreams about that sight.
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