Let's see Cindy go down... the escalator, I mean. To the shoe store.

"I want you to go down." You tap the phone and my purse dings. "... the escalator!" You smirk a really, really dumb smirk.

"Don't worry, sweetie," I pat your cheek, "You'll get to level 5 eventually..." I raise an eyebrow and turn, crossing out the door.

You follow hurriedly after me as I step onto the escalator and turn around. "You know limbo?" I say, slipping the straps of my top off my shoulders and I gently tug my shirt down inch by inch.

"How low can I go?" I sing-song as the curve of my dark nipples gently creeps into view. Another second more and the stiffening tips of my nipples pop free.

"Any second now..." I mutter as I keep walking my top lower and lower until...

"There we go!" My spilling tits reach critical mass and pop free, shoving my shirt down the next few inches. I quickly swing my arms up, my shoulder straps clumsily tugging my shirtfront back up over my breasts.

We reach the bottom of the escalator and I turn, grinning, and cross into the shoe store.