Tights were part of the girls' winter uniform when I was in secondary school. School uniforms tended to be functional (with ruler tests of skirt length occasionally enforced) but some girls in particular were able to wear their blue tights in such a way as to really emphasise the curvature of their legs. Bliss.

Earlier, in the seventies, I recall an older girl who was boarding at a mate's house who once came out wearing a halter top that was made of a knit fabric with contrasting straps tied at the back. She certainly left an impression on my mate and I.

So. How to choose when either may be so wonderful? I'll just enjoy whatever falls within my line of sight!

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When I was young men would ask if I was a legs man or a tits man. This was in the sixties when miniskirts gave a great view of girl's thighs but also braught the invention of tights. They deprived us of the goal of the stocking-top (and naked leg above) and presented an inpenetrable barrier to the legs-man's approach to the promissed land. So I was a tits man. I loved to get into a girl's top, fondle her breasts and suck/nibble her nipples, and then work my way down.

I have always been a breast man. When I was a young man, I would enjoy looking at the girls at the beach in their skimpy bikinis. What used to drive me crazy was when they would lie on their stomach and untie the strings to their tops. I could imagine their tits flattening against their towels. If only they would turn onto their backs and let the sun shine on their bare chests. I remember one time when a girl did do that. She was with a girlfriend. She avoided sitting up so as to not attract too much attention. She had small breasts so that helped too. Any nudity at that beach was illegal so she could have gotten in trouble.

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