It Is!

Ted flexed his hand a few times, remembering the feel of her tit in it. He turned and noticed his mother had proceeded onward without him, as if nothing had happened. As if his falling over and groping the stock girl (her name tag read 'Melissa') was completely normal, and she should just carry on.

"Um Melissa," Ted asked tentatively, turning back to her.

"Yes?" she asked, over her shoulder, back to him, while still putting cans on the shelf. "Anything else I can help you with?"

Ted swallowed, his mouth dry as a desert. This was the moment of truth. She hadn't said anything before, but there would be no way out of it now if he was wrong. He took a deep breath. "Umm I was wondering... that is if you don't mind... if it's ok... could I... feel your breasts? I mean directly, not through your shirt or anything..." He finally got out awkwardly, bracing for a switch slap and her yelling for her manager.

"Oh sure, if you want," she replied, turning back to him and reaching up to unbutton her shirt, starting from the top. Her bra was gradually revealed, and she nonchalantly unhooked it in the front and shrugged her top down her to her shoulders, standing there arching her back to present her breasts to Ted. With her shirt off, it turned out her breasts were rather small, possible smaller than Amber's, but all Ted could think about was they were naked breasts, thrust out for him to look at, just like he asked, even though they were standing right in the middle of an aisle where anyone could walk past and see. Ted glanced around and saw that his mom had moved on to another aisle, but they were not alone. People walked past without so much at a glance at the topless girl.

"So... you wanted to feel them?" Melissa asked after a few seconds of Ted standing there gazing at her breasts. "Is looking all you wanted after all? Should I put them away?" she asked, curious but not put out in the least. Ted, hands trembling a bit, reached out tentatively and put his hands on her boobs. She just stood there, smiling a bit. They were firm, but small, barely filling his hands, but to him they felt perfect. He looked around again, as he lightly gave Melissa's breasts a few experimental squeezes, watching other people wandering about, occasionally glancing at them, but disinterestedly, gazes never lingering, and no one making the slightest move to stop his fondling.

Ted finally relaxed, taking in the feel of her now, his worry gone. "These are quite nice," he said to her. He played with them some more, lightly pinching her, which drew a small gasp but no sign of rejection.

"Thanks," she replied, smiling a bit. "I'm glad you like them."