Chapter 2: Becky at the Store
After I caught my breath from Becky's puffy lips hungrily drinking all of the seed out of me, I thought it was time to take her out on that shopping trip I had promised. I was anxious to see her flaunt her fantastic body out on the town, as well as see what scanty clothes I could get her to buy and wear.
Later that night I knew I would also be finally fucking her brains out to my hearts content but, for the time being at least, I was somewhat sexually content.
I asked her if she wanted to put her top back on so we could go out. At one glance, I realized that this wouldn't work at all. Having cut all but two buttons off of it, and with it's course weave, she not only showed a lot of skin, but her nipples were clearly sticking right out through the material. I decided to ask her to go get the white shirt she had been wearing earlier when I arrived, but again, to put it on without any bra. After some more devious reflection, I decided to ask her to perform a certain buttoning sequence. She was to leave the top 3 buttons undone. This would allow a healthy, though still somewhat respectable, amount of cleavage to be revealed. The next button would assure that her nipples would not easily come into view. The following two buttons left undone would certainly provide some wonderful side views of the lower curve of her firm bosoms as she was to move or bend over.
"How perfect this was," I thought. Her firm breasts had a noticeable jiggle, but not so excessive that she would look like a complete slut. She also showed a tantalizing amount cleavage as she walked. You couldn't tell if her shirt was properly done up, or if she had somehow forgotten the most important thing, to protect her modesty. If her nipples got excited again, they would surely also be quite noticeable, poking outward into the fabric of her cotton work shirt.
Having asked her if she was ready to go out, she said, "Can you wait just a minute while I go put a little makeup on?" When she came back from the bathroom, she had on some nice sexy pink lipstick highlighting her full puffy, Angelina Jolie, lips. A little eye shadow also helped. I loved it!
We then walked out to my car. As she stood upright, her shirt held itself closed, for the most part. Of course her slightly bouncing bosoms, they were so firm you know, would attract the trained eye of a breast lover, but other than that she looked fairly respectable. However, you could see, if you were to study her, that a bit of flesh was being revealed below her breasts where the shirt would occasionally open up due to those undone buttons. If they did catch your attention, you would come to the conclusion that she must have gotten dressed in haste because her lower buttons were undone.
Once we arrived at the shopping center, I took her to a popular clothing store that had very few people in it. Most of the help were males that day and this nicely set the stage for my voyeuristic fantasies. I suggested that she go into the section with tank tops and try some on. There didn't appear to be anyone working that section of the store, so I suggested to her to ask the rather young looking attendant in the adjacent men's section to help her.
Becky gathered a few brightly colored stretch tank tops and asked the boy if he could give her his opinion. They were in a rather small space just outside the changing room, cramped a bit by the closeness of the clothes racks nearby.
I kept my distance, almost totally hidden by an adjacent display rack. I could tell that the boy noticed her shirt being unbuttoned because he seemed a bit distracted, if not a bit hot and sweaty. I imagined he was wondering how such a busty girl didn't seem to notice that her shirt wasn't properly buttoned. I could tell that he was definitely trying to steal a glance into her shirt as she moved around. Many times he was rather blatantly just staring at her chest. He certainly also noticed that she did not have a bra on because he could see nothing but breast flesh underneath her shirt.
The boy thought to himself that she definitely had some large D cup breasts on her, or maybe a bit larger. He knew what C cups were because he once had a girlfriend with those beautiful gifts so he was certain these were larger than that. He still missed the fact that he ever broke up with that hottie. He would suckle her breasts for hours in an evening and they always had great orgasms together. He really manhandled her bosoms whenever he got the chance. She eventually became very religious and would never take her clothes off with him and only offered her hands to him for release. Sadly, he found that he had to go elsewhere.
He was quite happy that the breasts before his eyes weren't too large, like E's or F's because he always felt that would be too large. No, he was certain that she had the most absolutely perfectly sized breasts that he had seen in quite some time. This all added to his libidinous excitement seeing that she had no bra on at all. A very rare site, especially for a breast lover like himself.
Becky searched through the racks of tank tops and halter-tops and held up a phosphorescent yellow tank top, pushing it tightly against her shirt. "How does this look Bobby?" she asked. She could read his nametag on his shirt so she called him by his boyish name.
Bobby was certainly preoccupied with the situation. Here he was standing very close to a perfectly busty young girl trying to decide whether he should mention to her that her shirt was a bit unbuttoned or whether he should just reach out and latch onto her breasts with both his hands, seeing as they were so clearly on display and it was just too tempting to get hung up on social pretenses with such firm young breasts nearby. He really wanted just to slide his hand inside her shirt and squeeze her big hooters, feel her thick nipples. After all, two undone buttons left a gaping hole large enough for anyone to just stick their hand inside. Each of her breasts looked to be two very large handfuls each. Indeed, just perfect by his account. His cock and salivating lips were just dying to see their firm full profile. However, he realized that he lacked the self-confidence to be so bold and that she simply might scream or slap him and he could also loose his job so he just played it cool, as usual.
Being brought back to reality by her question, he stuttered, "Oh that looks very nice on you. Perhaps you should try it on?"
Being so prone to following anyone's suggestions, she immediately did just that. She went into the changing room to try it on. Becky wasn't sure why she was trying on exactly that top. It was the first one of that color that she took off the rack. She only picked it to help decide on the color and it was actually one size too small for her. "Oh well." she thought, "Bobby asked me to try it on, so I definitely should do just that."
