"Daphne darling, you need to try this on." Jeanette held up a bright red dress to her daughter. The silk gown was floor length with a slit running up the side. The store they were in was incredibly pretentious and Daphne only agreed because her mother was buying her stuff. Daphne Landry was your typical filthy rich girl. One thing that made her stand out was that she was black. Her father ran his own law form and her mother was a successful child psychologist. Daphne always had the best of everything. She was an only child and went to private school and wore D&G and Chanel for everything. Daphne was well on her way to finishing her Masters degree and was in her last semester of college. Soon after she planned to head off somewhere and look for a job, while working on her doctorate.
"Daphne Marie Landry...get over here and try this on!" her mother joked with her, she knew how much it bothered Daphne when she used her whole name.
"Mother please!" Daphne smiled, took the dress from her and retreated to the dressing room.
***
"What exactly are we doing here?" Mark asked his friend Abe.
"We are here because I need to find a gift for Michelle."
Mark Emery Addison, again, typical rich boy from a hoity-toity family. He never really cared what his father did to get so much money, something about stocks. His mother, the she-witch she could be was a stay at home mom...meaning she stayed at home or shopped while other people raised Mark. Herald, the family's butler and driver basically raised Mark. Who, because of the love and support he got from Herald was working on his own multimillion dollar company. Mark and Abe managed to end up in the ladies section and as Abe looked around for something deliciously scandalous to put his girlfriend in Mark went walking around.
This is ugly... Mark said to himself picking up a bright green dress with sequences drowning it. He heard the sound of two women arguing and he wanted to investigate, perhaps see a chick-fight.
"Daphne Landry, come out here this instance!" Jeanette tapped her foot on the ground. Mark looked at the woman and thought she was at the max 30 years old. She had that classic beauty; no work was done to her, just exercise and good eating. Then he heard the other voice more clearly.
"Mother, I'm not coming out...my breasts are going to fall out!"
Whoa, maybe she's not 30...
"Daphne, it can't be that bad." Jeanette pulled open the curtain and Mark was now staring at the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her slim and yet incredibly filled out ebony body looked magnificent against the red dress. When she turned around to look at her mother he could tell that the top was too small. Her breasts were at least a large B, but the top looked like it fit the battery sized breasts. Her figure was accentuated in the dress and the slit went all the way to her hip revealing a sexy glimpse of her inner thigh when she moved.
"Don't be silly, you can fit them in..." Jeanette pulled at the top of the dress and it came completely down exposing both of Daphne's breasts. Mark gasped loudly and watched the perkiest tits he had ever seen. She didn't need to wear a bra if she didn't want to. Her nipples were small and tight in the cold air and his cock became stiff as he watched her. Suddenly, realizing she was being watched Daphne looked up and stared at the Adonis staring back at her. Jeanette turned around and squealed covering her daughter's breasts with her body and pushing her back into the dressing room.
"What did I miss?" Abe walked up and looked at Mark. His mouth was wide open and still staring towards the dressing room.
"Absolutely beautiful." He managed to say before Abe pulled him away.
***
"Did you see him?" Daphne gasped and pulled on her shirt.
"Yes, he was staring at your breasts." Jeanette sat down on the bench and watched her daughter get dressed.
"Mother, he wasn't I looked him dead in the eye." Daphne picked up her purse and followed her mother out to the register. Jeanette had the infamous dress in hand and was walking towards the register.
"Mom I can't get that dress."
"Yes you can, we will fix the top."
"Which one, mine or the dresses?"
"Go ahead; blame me for your figure..." Jeanette laughed and walked ahead. Daphne walked by a mannequin wearing the ugliest green dress she had ever seen.
"Boy, that's ugly."
"I thought so too." A voice came from behind her. She spun around and saw the mystery man.
"Hi." She smiled and reached her hands up to cross them over her breasts.
"I wanted to apologize for that back there, I was caught off guard."
"As was I." she admitted.
"If I could introduce myself, my name is Mark."
"Hello Mark, I'm Daphne."
"Beautiful." He said smiling at her.
"Uh...thank you." Daphne blushed. Her light caramel colored skin didn't hide the reddening in her face. Her long curly brown hair bounced into her face. Mark reached up and pushed one of the tendrils away and stared into her eyes, which were green.