Especially on very warm days, where the occasional rivulet of sweat might slowly run down my chest to disappear under the neckline of my garment.

One of the reasons I chose not to go into teaching for high-school-aged children was my worry about what my slender attractive body might do to the concentration of young boys in the classroom.

I would not want to carry the burden of a young male teen glimpsing the contours of my breasts in a well-tailored blouse and then have him proceed to shoot up the school grounds in a spree of sexual frustration and impotent anger.

Yes: I understand the tragic deaths and terrible mayhem would not be my fault, but I am reasonably sure it would still affect me psychologically, and I have the self-knowledge not to put myself into situations that have such adverse high risks.

Part of the problem is that, even in loose-fitting clothes, the pertness of my breasts is still obvious. I would reason that a grown man should be able to handle himself appropriately with this — my eyes are up here etc etc — but I cannot expect a teenage boy to manage such stimulation, even in the classroom environment. 

Especially on very warm days, where the occasional rivulet of sweat might slowly run down my chest to disappear under the neckline of my garment.