"Are we allowed to do that? I don't know..."
"Come on!" She pulled me along. She got herself a stall, and while she was talking to the chick at the counter, I sneaked into her stall. She then walked in after me. When she closed the door, she leaned her back against the door and stared at me, biting her lip. "OK. So here's my problem. As you may have noticed, I'm a bit... endowed. If I wear shirts that go too low, I look skanky, and girls give me mean looks. But if I completely cover up, attractive boys like you have less to look at. So I need to find a comfortable median. Are you up to the task? It may involve a lot of staring at my rack, which you seem to have some skills in."
I laughed. "Okay okay, calm down, I'll help you out."
She turned around and took off her top. Her back was mostly revealed, minus the bra. While she wasn't thin by any means, her body didn't appear to have a whole lot of fat around the mid section. She looked pretty good from the back. She slipped on a blue shirt and turned around. The shirt was not very revealing, except for right on her chest, where it wedged downwards towards the center. I could see a decent amount of cleavage.
"Pretend you don't have a girlfriend for like, one minute. I'm going to saunter over to you seductively. Tell me if it works." She slowly moved towards me. She placed her hand on my shoulder and motioned me to sit down. I obliged of course. As she got closer, her breasts were right in my face. "Hey sailor. Looking for a good time? Eh? Anything?"
"Look, you're gorgeous, but I feel like this covers up too much. Try going way the other direction, and we can go up from there."
She winked at me. "You know I like you more and more each time you open your mouth." She turned and took that off. She got herself into a very revealing tank top. This one was even lower than the one she came in with. "Trying this again. Ahem. Hey sailor. Looking for a good time?" She slowly made her way up to me. Her boobs were right there in my face. She reached her hand around the back of my head and massaged it. I could feel her slowly pulling me in. I was in no position to fight it.
"You know, I'm only in town for one night," I acted. "We have to leave come daylight tomorrow morning."
"Well, you sexy sailor you, maybe I could make your stay here a bit more memorable. She put her knees on either side of me. Her breasts were now directly in front of me. She was now whispering. "I need to test how easy access the shirt is..." She then put more pressure on the back of my head. With her other hand, she guided my hand to the side of her boobs, still straining against the fabric of her tank top. My other hand instinctively moved to the other one. They were so squishy and bulky. I could feel my hands gently sinking into her chest meat. Her mouth was right up against my ear now. "How do they feel?"
"They feel amazing," I said. I was completely under her control. Guilt wasn't even on my mind, though it obviously should have been.
"Let's go further." She pulled me in, and my face mashed against them. My face was deep in her cleavage. It felt absolutely amazing. I couldn't believe how vast they were. They were massive fleshy pillows. "Mmm..." she said, cooing. Her fingers were running through my hair. Both of her hands were working against the back of my head. I squished her tits together and let them go, letting them bounce against my cheeks. I turned my head back and forth, trying to get all over her prominent chest. I felt so incredibly comfortable here, it just felt right. And then, she pulled me out, and our eyes met, hers looking down at mine. We both just stared at each other for a few hour long seconds, and then she pulled me in and kissed me. We made out for a solid 2 minutes. Her tongue met mine and they swam together. It was wet and sticky, and I thought I was going to cum just from that. Our lips smacked off of each other.
"Baby boy, my tits are all yours," she whispered to me. Still at chest level, she pulled me back in to the biggest pair of breasts I had ever been up close and personal with. "God you are so cute," she said to me. "Can I be your little secret?"
"Yes," I mumbled.
"Can you come over to my place? I want to spend more time with you."
"Anything," I heard myself say.
"Go ahead of me. I'll follow you out." I slipped out, to a bewildered attendant. She followed after a bit, and we headed out to my car. I was a zombie for her, and I had never felt more excited in my life.