Rede stared down at her food in silence, her brow growing increasingly furrowed. Something felt distinctly
off
to her, and it wasn't at all because of her company. Her very lovely company. After a moment, she cleared her throat delicately and slanted her green eyes towards her company, meaning to more fully look the other woman in the eye and share her observation.
That's what Violette deserved, after all, but Rede couldn't help the fact that her already downcast eyes were angled
just right
for their slant to land on the open valley of Violette's cleavage, the deep neckline of her top revealing the top and sides of her incredible breasts. The biker sighed, glancing back down at her bowl of ramen. After another pause, she set her chopsticks down and made a conscious effort not to check out her date's breasts, lifting her gaze this time to seek out Violette's violet eyes.
Violet eyes that were already focused on Rede's face, gleaming with amusement. The dark-haired musician's naturally pouty lips were curved with a knowing smirk, making it plain as day that she had caught Rede just as red-handed as her hair. The redhead rolled her eyes and glanced at the ceiling.
I'm not going to hear the end of this, am I?
Rede thought to herself, though she glanced back down at the click of Violette's chopsticks tapping against her bowl. She had already eaten half of her ramen. In the same amount of time, Rede had barely touched her own.
Not that the noodles held her attention for very long. Violette turned on her stool towards Rede and was now leaning far closer to the other woman, folding her arms under her impressive bust and deliberately pushing them up, emphasizing their size and shape all the more. "See something you like?" she asked Rede, faking a coy tone while her smirk turned to a bright and teasing grin. "If you want to take out your phone and snap a picture, it'll last longer."
... Fuck, those really are perfect.
Rede couldn't help herself. She stared at the mammaries as Violette gave them a wicked little bounce without a hint of modesty or shame. For a moment, Rede forgot where the two were and what they were doing; just another pop-up ramen stall in the corporation dominated city, grabbing a quick lunch before heading off to deal with more pressing business. "Yeah," Rede replied softly, seeing and recognizing the invitation for what it was -- a taunt, a tease, a game of chicken Violette fully expected to win, because that was just how their relationship went. Violette always won the game of chicken.
If Rede was more hungry, Violette would have won the game of chicken then and there as well. The few other people in the stall had shifted their attention to what was going on between the two women, some wearing their jealousy openly while others seemed scandalized. Without thinking about any of them, Rede reached out and placed her hands on the bare curves of Violette's tits, making the dark-haired woman's slender eyebrows pop up.
They went all the higher when Rede slipped her fingers beneath her neckline, peeling off the strapless bra that gave Violette's rack a modicum of support and kept her sensitive and often stiff nipples from pressing against her shirt and waving at every passerby. Rede lifted it high and peered up at it for a moment, then back down at Violette, meeting her gaze levelly. She stretched the bra out for emphasis, then let go of it with both hands at once, letting it fall to the floor. "You had something on you. But don't worry, I think I got it."
A few people around them chuckled. Violette's jaw dropped and her eyes widened, but soon she was laughing too, giggling with delighted surprise at the assertive audacity Rede had just shown off. "Well, well. Aren't you feeling brave today?" she asked her date with a grin, bright and pearly. She shifted her hands on her impressive breasts, a light flush creeping up her neck and her cheeks. The moment her bra was gone, Violette's erect nipples were clearly pushing against the fabric of her top. She casually went a step further than that, tugging at her neckline until her needy nipples slipped free, on blatant and lewd display for everyone in the stall to see. "Got something on your mind, Rede?" she purred as she began to play with one of the pink peaks, tweaking it between her forefinger and thumb.
"Uh--" Rede's mouth went dry. This was going a bit further than she anticipated. A far brighter flush began to pinken her cheeks as she reached for something to say -- anything, just to get the ball out of her court. The thing that was bothering her came back, the thing that had been keeping her from eating in the first place. "... Yeah," she muttered, shifting in her stool. "Isn't it weird how this city is so advanced, but there are so many ramen stalls around? It's--"
Violette laughed again, even though the other patrons exchanged a glance. That
was
a good point, and not something they had ever considered before. The mega-city, shared and ran by a board of over a dozen corporations, was located in the heartlands of North America. It had next to no Asian history or heritage, yet ramen was
absolutely everywhere
. "Sure, that's weird, but I'm pretty sure you've got something else on your mind," she suggested with that lazy, faux-coyness once more.
The redhead couldn't take her eyes off Violette's breasts as the dark-haired woman leaned forward, her tits threatening to spill completely out of her top after suffering the slight self sabotage Violette inflicted upon them. Rede didn't notice what her
other
hand was doing until it was too late, until her trousers were unzipped and Violette's fingers were fishing through her fly, grabbing her stiff cock and pulling it out. "Something like how much you want to fuck me, maybe," Violette preened as Rede grunted, quickly trying to cover herself. "Since you're
so
distracted by my tits that you can't even eat."
"We're-- Violette," Rede hissed. Though she hid her cock from view with both her hands, she couldn't do that
and
stop the brunette from stroking her turgid dick.
This woman is going to be the death of me
, Rede dimly realized, well aware that her hissing and her warnings had already given way to a soft groan that sounded
nothing