My very first Downblouse. --- started my obsession

[ute]

In the 1980's I was a male registered nurse and worked in a busy medical ward in a private hospital in Melbourne Australia. In those days you would have a registered nurse and an enrolled nurse (assistant nurse) teamed up together and look after about 12 patients. I know things have changed a lot now a days.
Anyway this particular day I was teamed up with Jenny a very attractive girl of about 19 years and we would work together. At the start of the morning one of the first things we would do was to sit all the patients out of bed for breakfast and while they were having breakfast we would go along together making their beds. Jenny on on side of the bed and me on the other side. It was often quicker to do it this way.
I will never forget the wonderful sight of Jenny bending over giving me a great view down her top and she wore no bra so I could see everything. Breasts and nipples and day after day it was the same. I don't know if she did it on purpose but I so looked forward to those days when I was teamed up with her. Made my working days very enjoyable. Such a great sight.
This started my down blousing days which continue 30 years later. I have many stories of true events that just seem to happen.

[thefergieferg1]

'just seem to happen' no, it's a well developed 'radar' for these things. After a while you can spot a pontential peek at 100 paces!

[suckedaway]

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