Big Tit Desire

For the first time in my adult life, I leave the house without a bra on. It is because of your hungry devouring of my breasts last night that I now feel proud of them. I am not strapping them down or containing them under layers of underwire and nylon. They swing free and heavy under my thin t-shirt.

As I enter the mall, the gush of ultra-conditioned air hardens my nipples. This sends a light shock through my body, and I gasp, then smile. The mall is nearly empty this time of day, but I do get a few sideways glances (and a couple of open stares) as I make my way to the fancy lingerie store. Instead of making me feel ashamed or wanting to cover up, this attention just makes me feel proud and slightly aroused. I smile at one of the open-starers and give my tits a little shake.

Walking into the store, I pass by the supportive-yet-frilly bras and the romantic-yet-covering chemises that make up my standard fare. I head straight to the wall of risqué items, things I'd never considered wearing because they would show too much of my body. I browse through crotchless panties, cupless bras, revealing corsets. I select a few items, getting moist once again just thinking about it, and head for the dressing rooms.

Inside the dressing room hallway is a very attractive young couple. The place is otherwise deserted. I see his eyes follow my tits as I walk past to get to a room. I close the door and can hear the light murmur of their conversation outside my door. I remove my shirt, tits bouncing free, and try on the first item. It is a black latex bra, but it isn't much of a bra because it leaves my tits exposed. The latex barely supports the bottom of them. My nipples are just above the top edge of the bra, fully exposed and still hard even in the heat of the dressing room.

I hear the door beside me close and realize the girlfriend has gone into a room to try something on. A wicked thought enters my mind. I reach up and unhook the back of the bra. I then poke my head out of the door. The boyfriend is still out there. He looks up. I have covered my nipples with my hands, but I am still very exposed. He is not looking at my face.

"Excuse me, could you help me fasten this?" I turn my back to him and give him an innocent look over my shoulder. He slowly comes over and fumbles with the catch until he gets it fastened. I turn back to him, smile, "Thank you. I don't know what I would have done." Then I let my hands drop away from my tits for just an instant -- just to give him a quick glimpse as I close the door.

Back inside, I remove the shelf bra and my shorts. I take a moment to admire my naked body in the three-way mirror. My tits hang heavy and full, my nipples at full attention. My stomach glistens with the slightest sheen of sweat, and the faintest shadow of carefully trimmed hair is just visible between my legs. My ass is round and proud. I never see it from this angle. I bend over to admire the effect. Finally, I get back to the matter at hand. I try on a sheer white babydoll with matching thong. This does not leave my tits fully exposed, but the fabric is see-through and does not restrain them in any way. They sway freely and clearly visible underneath the wisp of fabric and lace. The hem of the babydoll ends just high enough to expose a little bit of pussy barely shrouded in the equally transparent thong. I am admiring this picture in the three-way mirror, seeing how my butt cheeks peek from below the hem, when I hear the door next to me open again. I hear murmuring, then the boyfriend quite clearly, "I'll wait here for you." She must be going to pick out more items, and he is feeling hopeful about another peek. Who am I to deny him?

I open the door and stand before him. He catches his breath but does not look away.

"What do you think -- would this be better in black? I can't decide."

"Umm, I don't know. Turn around and let me see how it looks."

Brazen little bastard. I smile to myself and slowly turn. I bend over slightly, giving him an excellent view of my ass. When I turn to face him, I bend down slightly again, letting him see the fullness of my tits as they move. He tells me the white is perfect. His voice is calm and even but the obvious bulge in his pants betrays him. He stares openly at my tits. I thank him for his help and go back into my room. As I am closing the door, however, I realize that I can see him in the reflection of the mirrors. I leave the door open a couple of inches. He can watch me now. I stretch, raising my hands over my head so my breasts lift. I am not making eye contact with his reflection, but I can see he is watching. I run my hands down over my tits, then I cup them, lifting them slightly as my thumbs circle my nipples. I take off the babydoll, then slide the thong down my legs, bending deeply to show him my moist slit. I stretch again, arms overhead, arching my back so my nipples touch the mirror. The cold shocks me, but not as much as the mirroring image of my tits seems to shock him. He adjusts his bulge, his hand lingering a bit too long.

I reach for a blood red corset. Like the bra I tried on earlier, the corset leaves my breasts exposed. It takes me quite a while to fasten all the hooks and adjust the laces going up each side. I wiggle enticingly as I adjust the corset so my tits just hang over the top of it. I look back into the mirror, and receive such a startle that I actually jump a little. (This, of course, makes my boobs jiggle beautifully.) Standing in the hall, staring at me, the boyfriend is not alone. The girlfriend has returned. I experience a moment of shame and fear. It was not my intention to cause strife between the young couple. The look on her face, however, is far from anger. As I watch, she steps in front of the boyfriend. She grinds her ass against him as she grabs his hand and places it on her breast. Incredibly relieved and excruciatingly turned on by this display, I decide to try on a pair of 'fuck me' boots to complete my ensemble. I take my time putting on the boots. I bend at the waist, displaying my now dripping snatch to the couple. In the mirrors, I can clearly see my tits hang forward as I bend. Keeping this posture, I fit my foot into the boot then slowly, slowly zip it up the side. As I zip, I return to a standing posture with a flip of my hair and a thrust of my breasts. I repeat with the other boot, and can see in the mirror that the boyfriend's hands are under his girlfriend's clothes. One hand is cupping her breast, while the other is deep inside her jeans. They are grinding against each other. Both are staring at my image in the mirror.

Suddenly I hear voices. The couple hears them, too. Without anybody thinking about anything, the couple jumped inside my dressing room and closed the door. We hear a conversation in the hallway, then the mundane exchange between a sales lady and a customer. "Does everything fit? Can I get that for you in another size?"

I am thinking of getting dressed, when the girlfriend suddenly starts undressing. I am still facing away from the couple, watching them in the mirrors. She reveals perky breasts with pink nipples, and a shaved pussy. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a pair of frilly pink crotchless panties, which she pulls on. The room is tiny. She barely has to step towards me in order to reach around me and squeeze my breasts. I can't believe she is so brazen, and my pussy warms. She flicks my nipples and feels the weight of my tits in her hands. She seems mesmerized. Her boyfriend has undone his pants and is stroking his impressive cock as he watches us. The girlfriend breaks the silence by asking me to sit on the bench. I sit, facing her for the first time. She bends over, grabbing my tits, pushing me back against the wall. I can see her wet pussy in the mirror. She looks over her shoulder at her boyfriend and that is all the instruction he needs. He steps toward her and slides his dick into her. I can see it all clearly, can see this sweet young thing with her pink nipples squeezing my large breasts, shoving me against the wall with each thrust of her boyfriend's cock into her. I can see her juices on his cock, and I feel her pinch my nipples.

As the thrusting gains force, she moves her hands to the wall behind me. Now her tits are against mine. Her nipples brush my nipples. She is watching us in the mirror. Watching her tits rub against mine with each thrust. I can still hear the sales lady in the hall, but mostly I just hear the girlfriend panting. Suddenly she screams out, shoving her face against my breasts to muffle the sound between my tits. Her orgasm is sudden and sharp, and she is writhing with the agony of it. Her boyfriend is close, too.

"Suck on her nipples."

It is not a whisper, nor is it a request. He takes her head in his hands and guides her mouth toward my breast. She reaches up with both hands, caressing my breasts as she tries to suck as much as she can into her mouth. I fear she will choke on my tits as she sucks each one farther and farther in, teasing the nipple with her tongue. Her face is slamming against me as her boyfriend fucks her. Finally he cums with a loud series of groans. She continues to suck on my tits for a moment, then kneels in front of him to lick the cum and pussy juice off his cock. My tits feel and look amazing from all the attention.

"You're buying whatever merchandise you have in there!" the saleslady calls over the door. We fall into laughter.

As the couple gets dressed and starts to leave, the girl turns to me. "But you didn't get to cum." She reaches toward my still dripping pussy.

"Don't worry about it." I deflect her hand. "I've got a hot cock waiting for me tonight. This is just a preamble."