Cassie lowered her eyes and turned her head towards the row of pastel coloured bras and knickers that hung on frail hangers. I had suggested we deplete our monthly allowances on brightening up our stock of underwear and clothes. She agreed and my little plan had already passed the first hurdle. Of course, with nearly everything I suggest there is always an underlying reason and us being in the lingerie section of the department store will no doubt confirm my suspicions that her odd behaviour of late will give me the answers I've been looking for.
Cassie is a very feminine woman, 5ft 3" without her heels. She has the perfect hourglass figure, which when dressed in fitted clothes looks like she was born into them. She has a very softly spoken voice and when making love she only whimpers her pleasure, but the way her pussy quivers on my mouth and fingers tells me she is experiencing an intense orgasm. In the midst of summer she likes to wear flowing summer dresses with thin straps on the shoulders showing off her sculpted arms from hours each week kickboxing and taking part in aerobics at the gym. Her nature is that of soft, sensual, demure and elegance. She likes romance, cuddles and the intimacy of feeling at one with her lovers. I tell her quite often that she needs to be brought out of her shell a little as I believe that under that soft exterior is a wild cat waiting to be set free.
The last few days she has appeared to be not her usual self. I had caught her countless times staring at my tits, just like I had done a couple of minutes ago, hence why she turned away from me, slightly blushing after our eyes connected. It's not like she hasn't seen them before but just lately she appears to be making a pleasant habit out of it. It probably doesn't help her cause when I walk around topless in my flat or wear blouses unbuttoned to my cleavage. When I am near her I always play with the edge of my blouse and sometimes pull it open slightly so that she gets to see my full bosomed tits encased in pink or black lace. I have caught her many times with her emerald eyes staring obscenely at them and each time I catch her out, I am rewarded with her blushes.
Right now I am standing quite far away from her. My eyes occasionally drifting from the underwear in my hands, to where Cassie is standing. I casually hold up a mint-green satin two-piece underwear set. I look straight at her and raise my voice. "Hey baby, would you like me in this later?" I was again rewarded with her adorable blushing and a look that said "get me out of here." I giggled and replaced the set on the hanger and began to look at the camisoles and French knickers. I glanced over at Cassie as she raised her arm. She was holding up a deep red satin bra. She brought her other hand up and lightly touched the material on the oversized cups. Even from where I was standing I knew her tits wouldn't fill those cups. I smiled from afar as her fingertips caressed the outside of the curve and traced the underside of the bra. She was totally unaware of what she was doing. Her tongue edged out of her mouth and she moistened her lips then bit on her lower lip.
I crept up behind her and ran my fingers over her arse. She jumped at the contact, bringing her abruptly from her thoughts. I leant into her ear and whispered. "You would look great in that or were you thinking of someone else fitting into those mammoth cups?" My tits were larger than Cassie's. Whereas hers were a good handful, a C cup, mine were a whopping F cup. Cassie now whimpered as my hard nipples protruded through my thin blouse and rubbed against her back. "Are these what you are thinking about... my gorgeous tits?" She didn't answer me, but I knew what she was thinking.
My fingers slipped underneath her dress and slowly moved upwards on her outer thigh. I felt her trembling as my fingers followed the outline of her knickers as they curved down between her thighs. Her breathing had changed dramatically. It was heavy and quickening as my finger circled her mound. The heat emanated from her. My finger crept underneath her knickers and through her soft trimmed bush and into her moistening slit. "Jesus Cassie, what have you been thinking about?" Her head lowered and I could see shoppers passing the window, unaware of what was taking place. If only they stopped and looked! "Shall I lift your dress up and show them what we're doing?"
Suddenly she lifted her head. "Oh god no, you can't, you won't!" I began to toy with her clit and giggle in her ear. Her knees were trembling and I could feel her soft skin tingling with anticipation. "Shit baby, not here... please!" At once I took my finger away and heard a disgruntled whimper escape from her lips.
"Ok, if that's what you want! But I still haven't finished looking around so you will have to keep that pussy nice and wet until we get home, won't you?" I backed away from her grinning and headed towards the sales assistant as a plan formed in my over active mind. The sales assistant was a young athletic woman, most probably in her late teens and I requested her assistance. While having a quiet word with her I also carefully placed a £20 note in her palm. "Cassie baby, can you come over here a minute? This young lady is going to measure me!"
Cassie walked over and stood in front of the sales assistant and myself. I stood looking at Cassie as I unbuttoned my blouse from the bottom upwards then hung it over a rail full of teasingly sexy lace boxer shorts. I was now standing in the shop in my knee-high denim skirt and my black lace bra. I unclipped the front fastener of my bra and slowly peeled it away, tracing my fingers over my heavy orbs as my bra opened up, showing Cassie my gorgeous tits. I saw Cassie's eyes take in the sight before her. Again her tongue edged out and she slowly licked her lips. Her skin above her cleavage became flushed as I placed the young woman's hands on my tits. She then took my nipples between her fingers and thumbs and began squeezing them causing me to moan while looking directly at Cassie.
I noticed Cassie had crossed her legs and was no doubt pressing her thighs together, attempting to quench her desire. Cassie's eyes dropped from mine and now stared intensely at my tits getting groped by the teenager. The young woman's hands kneaded and fondled my tits like an expert. Her fingers flicked over my hard nipples as I brought my finger to my mouth, licking it seductively in front of Cassie then brushing it over one nipple then the other.
All I kept thinking was that Cassie would soon lose her soft natured exterior and become the wild cat that is most definitely inside her. I could see the change already, the pinnacle being when she was holding up the bra. Of course the last few days that I have been teasing her with my exhibitionism have also brought us to where we are now.
The young woman's hand now caressed the outline of my tits. She delicately ran her fingers down my sides and across my stomach. Her fingertips edged just inside the top of my skirt and flirted dangerously near the top of my black g-string. I arched my back, enjoying the gentle touches from the teenager, all the while keeping my eyes firmly locked onto Cassie's.
In between Cassie's stifled breaths I heard her soft voice. "Stop this now!" She walked towards me and grabbed my blouse from the rail. "Get this on, we're going!" I took the young woman's hands off me and whispered my appreciation and handed her another £10. I smiled at Cassie and fastened my bra, confining my huge tits then quickly buttoned up my blouse.
"What's up baby, didn't you like the show?" I couldn't help but tease her. Her eyes had a sparkle in them that I'd never seen before. She was consumed in lust and was now behaving like she was possessed. I had never seen her exude so much sexiness. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the shop.
"Fuck the show, fuck the shopping, we're going home!" She continued to pull me along the high street. The sound from her heels echoed through the alleyway that led to the car park. She briskly walked as I followed closely behind, gazing at her rounded arse swaying left and right. She quickly located my car and I stopped by the driver's side and reached for my keys that were in my bag. "Give me the keys, I'm driving us home!" I protested at her suggestion, to me she was in no fit state to drive. "And don't give me that look either, give me the damn keys!" I fumbled in my bag and handed her the keys. She tugged on my arm and pulled me to the passenger side and unlocked the door. "Get in!" I was taken aback by her sudden forcefulness and began to wonder if I had maybe pushed her a little too far.
