Abbie gets "un-professional"

Abbie repositioned the tape measure higher up on Paula's torso. Paula's shirt was very billowy and loose, and Abbie was having a tough time getting the tape to fit around.

"Sorry, Paula, but your shirt is too big. I'm getting bunched up with the tape measure."

Paula wasn't sure if Abbie was still role playing, or breaking out of the moment. "Well, Madam Costume Designer, what are you going to do about that?" Paula turned around to face Abbie, and gazed into her eyes. "If my shirt is a problem, how can you solve that?" Paula was all in on the game play, and hoped Abbie would do the same.

Abbie smirked, confirming that yes, she was going to play along. "I see. Well ..." she started. "Let's begin by pulling the material more tautly against you. That'll give me a better sense of shape and form."

"Mm, that sounds like a good start," said Paula.

Abbie pulled Paula's shirt tightly against her body. It was loose, so until now, Abbie couldn't sense what was underneath. But as she stretched out the material and it flattened against Paula's figure, Abbie saw that Paula had medium-sized breasts that appeared quite full and firm.

Paula took a deep breath and gazed at Abbie. "You should probably check to see if what it looks like is what it actually is."

Abbie ran her hands up Paula's sides, touching the outer edges of her breasts through her shirt. She moved her hands around the front. "Breasts seem firm, round, and smooth."

Paula smiled. "As a woman, you should know that an undergarment can change your shape quite a bit. I realize that, right now, you're barely wearing anything, and your tits are magically defying all laws of physics, but we're not all quite so blessed."

"It sounds like you want me to get a little, as you said, un-professional."

Paula licked her lips and showed a hint of coyness. "That might be fun."

Abbie nodded, and upped the drama of her role play. "Sorry, but for this costume fitting, we're going to need to get under that shirt. Do you mind taking it off?"

"Right here?"

"Well, there's a -- no, actually the changing room isn't available. So yes, right here."

Paula blushed a little. "Wow, okay. I guess I can do that." She kept her eyes fixed on Abbie, but began unbuttoning her shirt, starting at the top. There were six buttons, and Paula undid them quickly and easily, her shirt falling open.

Abbie reached out and took hold of the edges of the shirt at the collar, and pulled it down off Paula's shoulders. From there, Paula let the shirt fall back onto her arms, and then released it behind her, letting it fall to the floor.

Paula never took her eyes off Abbie, and once she stood there shirtless, she tilted her head to the side and said, "Will you measure me now?"