Two stories, one a repost the other tame.
The first occurred when I was in college. My family owned a small retail store. One of our employees was a young lady named Lisa. Lisa thought a lot of herself. She really thought she was all that and a bag of chips and it wasn't hard to tell from her arrogant attitude. It was the early 80s, and she was a brunette, of Italian descent, who had "the look" all the time. Nice cute, tight little ass, but no tits, and just average in the face. And a tease. So one day she comes to work braless. You couldn't tell, she made sure to tell us. She was leaning on the counter, messing with the peeling skin of her minimal cleavage, when I got a clear shot of her tit. I suspect it was on purpose and that she was going into her tease act. I said as much, and she denied it, until I mentioned the mole just up and inside of the nipple. She conceded, and got very embarrassed. To Hell with her, the tease.
Another time I was going to lunch with some colleagues from work. One of them was a beautiful, busty, blue-eyed blonde. I bet she must have been DD at least. We were sitting in the back seat together and I look over and a button on her blouse had come undone. the material of the blouse was rather stiff, and so it stood open. I mean, I could have put my fist through the hole without touching the material on either side. Unfortunately, that day she had chosen to wear a bra built like a bullet proof vest. While the bra was pretty, that wasn't what I was interested in seeing. I caught her eye, motioned to my chest, and she figured it out and fixed her problem. Pleasant memory none the less.
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