A few months ago at this social function, I saw the most unbelievably cute little hippie chick in a long maxi-style dress with a low cut neckline. Her tits weren't very big; maybe B cups. She was probably 20 years old, and was there with her boyfriend; I didn't know either of them. But she had a very cute face. I had a hard time not staring....and not getting caught staring. A little later on, she was sitting off to the side, kinda by herself, wrapped up in her own little task (can't remember what, exactly), a little bit hunched over. I inch my way over, and its not long until I get a look down her dress. I can only get a clear view of one breast. By now, she's aware of my presence, and we exchange small pleasantries. She's either not aware of how much she's showing, or doesn't care. But I had no other reason to hover over her, so I politely move on intent on getting another look later. While I didn't get the same view as before, I did chat with her boyfriend, who seemed like a cool kid, and complimented her dress on their way out. That's about as specific as I can remember from this summer so far.
While I'm posting here, though, I do have to give a shout-out to the busty braless black chick in the blue tank top at my local small-town supermarket this morning who very sweetly smiled at me even though I was less than subtly leering at her voluptuous, bobbing, swaying breasts, going so far as to hang out in the baking goods aisle way longer than I needed to. Seeing her in the chillier dairy section a short time later only made the experience sweeter.
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