Picking Out Some Fresh Fruit

Emily followed Christine through the store as she grabbed a few snacks from the shelves and plopped them in the basket. These were soon followed by three large bottles of wine, which Emily thought was a bit much. After all, the plan was just for her to crash at Christine's for the night. Unwinding with a glass or two of wine did sound quite nice after her stressful and embarrassing first day of work. But it wasn't like Christine was throwing a party for her or anything!

"Say, how about we get some fresh fruit for the morning?" Christine said, pointing over at the nearby fruit section. "Got any preferred fruits, new girl?"

"Oh!" Emily said, reasoning that it didn't sound like a bad idea. "I like having oranges once in a wh-"

"OOOOH look, they've got melons!" Christine interrupted. She hadn't been listening to Emily's response, but had instead spotted a perfect opportunity to get another up close and personal look under Emily's shirt. She was pointing to a large wooden crate, which seemed mostly empty, sporting a small sign saying "Melons" on its side. "Why don't you lean in and grab a couple good ones?"

"Lean in...?" Emily nervously said. The crate easily came up to her waist and there were only a dozen or so melons left on its very bottom. Meaning Emily would have to bend all the way in to grab any. And that would mean her shirt would ride up completely, showing everyone nearby that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it! "M-maybe I shouldn't!" she blurted out, self-consciously tugging the gap in her shirt closed behind her.

"Ahh, I get it," Christine said sagely. "Don't want people catching a look at that cute little tush, huh? What happened to the brave girl who had it all on display for everyone to see at the ferris wheel?"

"Ssh!" Emily whispered, not liking that Christine's loud proclamations were drawing the attention of many nearby shoppers. "I told you! That wasn't on purpose! I was just trying not to fall!" she whisper-shouted.

"Well don't you worry then, I've got an idea," Christine said as she placed a hand on Emily's shoulder. Then she gently, yet firmly, rotated Emily towards the crate and pushed her forward until she was touching it. Then, Christine stepped right up behind her. Emily could feel Christine's thighs pressing up against her own legs. "I'll stand right here, so no one will see a thing!"

"Well..." Emily said, blushing slightly at the feeling of her new friend pressing her body up against hers, "I guess that's fine then..."

"Great! In you go then," Christine said, gently pressing Emily's torso forward.

Emily sighed, but once again gave in to Christine's commands. She bent over at the waist, lowering her upper half into the big crate. As she did so, Emily felt her shirt predictably riding up her behind. Soon she felt her bare skin pressing into the rough jeans that Christine was wearing. Emily silently hoped that they didn't look too ridiculous, what with her bent over and bottomless, with Christine pressing her own lower body against hers! Even more reason to hurry the task along, Emily figured. She grabbed the nearest two melons, not bothering to even check them over, and quickly began rising.

Unfortunately for the hapless blonde, she hadn't noticed the jagged wooden splinter, protruding from the crate's wall, which had snagged on to the middle of her shirt, just above her navel. As Emily's torso continued rising, the cheap material of the fair uniform began ripping. The smooth tear spread in a V-formation, widening and widening as it worked its way up poor Emily's shirt. In her haste, Emily was standing upright again in no time, and only then did she realize her mistake. A large chunk of the front of her shirt had ripped away, and both her breasts easily popped into view.

"Ohmygosh!" she exclaimed, quickly doing the only thing she could to cover her large round breasts; she clutched the two melons in front of her boobs. She turned around to face Christine, who was still practically standing right on top of her.

"Damn, girl, nice melons!" Christine said with a lecherous smile. Emily tried to grab at the edges of her shirt, hoping to pull them back over her boobs. But it was too hard when she was still holding a melon in each hand.

"Help me!!!" Emily whined to her new friend, blushing deeply as she felt the eyes of the entire store boring into her.

Christine dutifully took the two melons from Emily's hands, earning herself quite a nice view of the two luscious tits in all their beautiful glory. As Emily tried to tug the fabric back over her little pink nipples, Christine couldn't help but feel like she'd hit the jackpot with meeting this new girl.

A few moments later, Emily had her chest somewhat covered. She still had a giant hole in the front of her shirt, essentially in the shape of an upside-down triangle. A roughly six inch gap at the top of the shirt shortened as it traveled down the shirt, coming to a stop over her stomach. There seemed to be just enough fabric to cover both of the blonde beauty's nipples, but that still left a significant fraction of breast visible in the center of her chest. Emily pouted as she realized practically any sudden movements would likely send at least one of her own melons spilling out into view.

"Um, Christine," she said, "maybe it's time we went back to your place? I'd really like to take you up on your offer for some spare clothes..."

"Oh sure thing!" Christine said, practically drooling at the angel in front of her. "Come on, let's get to checkout and we can head home."

Emily eagerly followed Christine towards the checkout aisles, still trying in vain to pull the front of her shirt closed further. She didn't notice that all her attempts at doing so were beginning to prove to be too much for the thin fabric of the cheap shirt. As a result, the tear on the back of her shirt was beginning to slowly rip even further.