Back to the clothing store.

"Let's head back across the bridge?" You tap your phone and my purse dings.

"Sounds good!" I start out of the store and you pull in tight alongside me, a hand already worming its way up under my shirt. "What are you doing?" I smile as your finger grope at the underside of my breast.

"Playing with your nipple." You say, grinning back.

"Oh, okay..." I bite my lip preemptively, knowing just how sensitive I am.

Your fingers finally find their way to my nipple and the expected pinch doesn't come. Instead, you trace the most intensely delicate little curve around their edge and my knees feel like they're about to give way.

"Mngh..." I sigh, half-collapsing against you as we cross the bridge. And your teasing touch keeps pace. "Oh fuck... Ngh..." My breath comes heavier and heavier as we step into the clothing store...