Fun thread. I have a couple to add. I don’t know if they qualify as “prone” but they both involve multiple sights of the same girl.
The first is Heather, the daughter of my parent’s best friends. We all grew up pretty close. She had returned from her first year of college and we did our annual trip where we stayed at a cabin. Most days were spent at the lake and often in the evening we would use the hot tub. Apparently during her year at college Heather had blossomed in the chest area. However she was wearing the same bikini she had the year before. Her large C cup tits were a bit snug in what had to be a b cup top. No less than ten or so times did I happen to catch her areola and a couple times her full nipple as she climbed onto the dock or out of the tub. She would exit then casually adjust her top. She must’ve felt it was off kilter but not that she was exposed and furthering the exposure but adjusting it. Needless to say my teenage brain was exploding the whole weekend.
The other story is about a girl I knew at community college named Tina. I was involved in some extra curricular activities, one of which was planning and doing decorations for campus events. Tina was also in this group. She often wore short dresses. She must’ve bought them all at once. They had the same style just different colors and patterns. It was her signature look. The dress was almost like overalls on top with a blouse or t shirt underneath. Then the bottom was a thick denim material that ended about an inch or two under her butt. Early in the year I happened to be doing something behind her while she scribbled a sign together on a table in the cafeteria. She leaned way over the table and her dress rode up about a third of the way up her cheeks. She had on tight white panties (such a turn on for me). So tight and thin you could see a hint of pink skin through them. The hem rested about two inches up her cheeks so her buns showed nicely. Me and a couple guys made a habit of doing our work near her and behind her. Always a disappointment when she’d show up in pants or a longer dress. This situation with the table happened often. But the best was a time she asked me to help lift a banner. It was laid on the floor. Rather than bend down to lift it, she crouched and lost her footing and fell backward exposing her pussy mound pressed against her tight white panties. It was a quick thing but I could see the darkness of her pubes through her panties. I helped her up and gave no sign that I’d seen anything and she didn’t seem to consider that anyway. She was more embarrassed by falling. But it gave me a thrill that’s lasted over two decades.
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