Shopping spree!

“What about this?” Ashley held up a red, strapless tube-top she found with the word “LOVE” printed in black text across the torso. The “O”, of course, was a heart.

“Not too bad.” I replied nodding. “Nip-slip central.”

“Right?” She said, almost excitedly. “With these monsters bouncing all over and no straps, wardrobe malfunctions are gonna happen all the time.” She jiggled her impressive rack to demonstrate. Even though her current top did have straps, one of her areolas peeked out from the top of the fabric. She noticed it, almost corrected it, seemingly out of habit, but just decided to leave it like that.

“Oh! How about this?” She grabbed a top that was one of those two-shirts-one-look combo with a black t-shirt under a white tank top. The t-shirt obviously wasn’t very revealing, but the outer tank definitely could be, assuming the shirts could be separated. “I could just wear the outer one without the inner one.” She wiggled her brows.

“Sounds perfect, can they actually separate?”

Very quickly, Ashley experimented, running her hands between the two shirts trying to find a connecting point. A disappointed look crossed her face as she found one along the back.

“Aww, they don’t. Sewed together nice and snug. Could always try to cut them apart but that seems like a waste.”

I nodded in agreement. “Well, at least we have something to look out for now.”

“Yeah, I mean when you think about it a lot of those two-in-one tops can be really skimpy if you just wear the outer one. Oh, case in point!” After rifling through some of the clothes on the stand she found another one. This one had a white t-shirt beneath a milky pink cropped halter-top. “I could do some real damage in this top.” She felt around between the tops again and nodded in satisfaction when she discovered that these ones separated. “Shall I toss this one in the basket?” She gestured to the shopping basket I was holding.

“Sure, the love top too.” I nodded at the tube top still slung over her arm.

She happily put both in the basket. “We should look at some pants and skirts now.” She said wandering over to a different part of the small store.

Before today, I had honestly believed that revealing clothes must be everywhere. I always saw women wearing them anywhere I went. But now that we were actually on the hunt for them, we couldn’t seem to find them anywhere. It led me to wonder where on Earth all those girls got their skimpy wear. It didn’t help that the most revealing stuff was generally made for people with much more petite frames than Ashley, and much smaller breasts. Sometimes it worked out though, like with the tube top.

“So, what kind of bottoms should we be looking for?” Ashley asked me as though we were spies on a mission.

I thought for a moment. “Low-riders for sure. The more butt you have sticking out the better.”

Ashley blushed at the thought. “I still don’t get why you like my butt so much. It’s too big!”

“No such thing.” I corrected and gave her ass a firm and playful slap.

“Ugh, fine, you’re the boss.” She rolled her eyes. “What else?”

“Hotpants, for sure, miniskirts, tight pants, yoga pants and shorts; I gotta get my fix of your sexy legs.” She nodded along with everything I said and began rifling through the jeans and shorts.

It took us some considerable time, but we managed to find a few pairs of hotpants and a miniskirt.

“I should probably try all this on.” Ashley mentioned once she noticed that our basket was getting full. “We still have quite a few stores to check out.”

I nodded and was lead to the changing room. Out of habit, I waited outside the door as she entered, but then she grabbed me by the arm and yanked me inside too.

“I’m buying all this stuff for you, doofus. You’re the one who needs to see if you like it on me or not.”

“Sorry, I don’t make a habit of following women into changing rooms with them.” I chuckle.

She immediately pulled off her top and I was once again treated to the amazing view of her bare tits. This time I didn’t need to take quick glances every now and again, this time I could just stare at them in all their glory.

“All right, let’s see how the tube top fits.” She quickly pulled the red top on and seemed to struggle to get it around her massive chest. Once it was finally on, the top seemed to hug her frame just fine, though it was clearly very tight. “How is it?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips and pushing her chest out.

It looked really good on her, but I did have one concern. “How tight is it? It looks like it’s really strict.”

“I know it does, but actually it’s kinda deceptively snug. Look at the edges.” She ran her finger along the edge of the fabric across her breast. “See how my breast kinda bulges out at the top there? It would be doing that a lot more if it was too tight. This is nice and snug. It’s also pretty comfortable, I should find more stuff that uses this fabric.”

“Well as long as it doesn’t hurt or anything, I like it.” I smiled.

She returned the smile and pulled off the top, going for the other one we picked out. She separated the two shirts and to my surprise actually put on the white t-shirt first. Also to my surprise, the t-shirt is extremely form-fitting. Her breasts are very snug inside the top which also hugged around her midriff quite well in spite of her bust size.

“Huh, even the t-shirt of that top is pretty nice.” I said. “It’s not revealing but it fits you really well.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty common for these kind of dual-top shirts to have a really baggy top on top of a tight top. I agree, by the way, my tits look amazing in this shirt.” She ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing them a bit before pulling off her top once more.

I was pretty sure I wouldn't ever get sick of watching her breasts drop down and wobble each time they got released from the cloth. This situation gave me an idea, however, to order her to always change in front of me. There was something very sexy about watching her even just casually strip down and get redressed in front of me.

At last she grabbed the milky-pink halter top and very easily slid it over her torso. Unlike the tube top and t-shirt, this shirt didn’t hug on her anywhere. Her boobs simply hung from her chest as though there was nothing even there, and their size gave a great side-boob.

“This one is really comfy.” Ashley says, moving around to get a feel for the fabric. “I get why other women wear halter-tops now.”

“The top is barely even touching your skin. I’m beginning to think that toplessness is your ideal shirt.”

“Me too.” She admits.

“And I’m certainly not complaining about that.”

She giggled and effortlessly pulled the top off. She left herself topless, since I wasn’t complaining I imagine, and started sliding down her pants. As I suspected on the car-ride here, she was going completely commando. Her cleanly shaved pussy on full-display.

She tried on all of the bottoms we picked out, and I nodded along, but I couldn’t stop staring at her wonderful tits as they bounced around with each subtle movement. I wasn’t really impressed with any of the bottoms one way or another, what few glances I got of them, anyway. I felt my own pants get painfully tight, and I could tell she noticed, though she didn’t say anything about it.

Once she was all done she pulled down the skirt and looked at me, totally nude. “So, which ones should we get?”

“Um.” I sort of snapped back to reality, but was finding it kind of hard to think. My mind was in a daze.

Ashley grinned. “You know, if you wanna do something all you have to do is give the order. Doesn’t matter where or when.” She wiggled her brows suggestively.

With a bit of hesitation, I spoke. “Let me fuck your tits.” My voice was a bit shaky. I wasn’t used to being this assertive with Ashley. In the back of my mind I was still afraid I had done something wrong and she would get upset.

Instead, she giggled cutely and walked toward me, pressing her soft, nude body against me and lightly urging me toward the bench inside the dressing room. I felt myself dip down and plop onto the seat.

“Don’t worry, I can be really quiet.” She winked while unzipping my pants and drawing my hard penis from the confines of my underwear. Standing tall and proud in front of her, she couldn’t seem to help herself as she immediately pressed her cheek against it. “Oh fuck, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to just do this.”

Though we had done sexual stuff before, obviously, she never would do things like rubbing her face along my shaft like she was doing now, and the way she was doing it now made it seem like she was relieved that she finally got the chance. “Why didn’t you?” I asked curiously, feeling my breathing get a little heavier.

“I didn’t want to scare you off.” She replied with heavy breathing or her own as she began to drag her tongue along my member, slowly, like she was savoring its taste with each lick. “All right, enough teasing.” She said and sat up a bit, heaving her breasts up into my lap and letting my now moist cock slide between them. The feeling was absolutely heavenly. Such incredible softness wrapped around my stiff and sensitive dick.

She smiled at me as she grabbed the sides of her tits and began to bounce them up and down. It was such delightful friction that sent shivers up my spine. Ashley had only given me one titjob before, and like this time it was at my request. It wasn’t common for me to make very many sexual requests of her, more often than not she was the instigator.

Just like she promised, Ashley managed to remain very quiet through this process, to be fair though, there wasn’t a whole lot of noise that would be required by an act like this. I, on the other hand, was struggling to stop myself from groaning in pleasure. She began alternating the bounce, shaking her breasts around my swollen cock, trapping it within a downy-soft vortex. I wasn’t going to last long, I could tell.

“How is it?” Ashley asked, her voice practically breaking me out of a trance.

“Fucking amazing.” I replied. “God, I love you so much.”

She grinned. “Love ya too, babe.” She started bouncing her breasts a bit quicker, suffocating my dick in her soft flesh.

“I’m already getting close.” I said, my head tilting back and resting against the hard wall of the stall.

“Don’t hold back, let it all out.” She encouraged. With gritted teeth, I could feel myself nearing the edge. Without hesitation, I—

Knock knock.

“Is everything all right in there?” A feminine voice called through the stall door. “You’ve been in there for a while.”

It was too late to stop, I’d already started ejaculating between Ashley’s wonderful cleavage.

“We’re fine, just taking our time.” Ashley said, surprisingly calmly. She didn’t stop bouncing, continuing to use her breasts to milk my cum out of me. My ejaculation continued, sending waves of semen between her breasts. I could see some of it pooling at the top.

“I don’t mean to rush, but other customers need to use the dressing rooms as well. Please be considerate.” The voice replied and I could hear footsteps leading away from the door.

Ashley finally released my cock from her soft and now sticky prison and leaned down to wrap her lips around the tip, catching the few strings of spunk I had left to offer in her mouth. She audibly swallowed the sperm and hummed with delight. She then swiftly dragged her lips up and down my sensitive dick to clean it off.

“Man, that shit is so good.” She said licking her lips sensually. She then started reaching between her breasts and scooping out the ejaculate with her fingers, bringing them to her lips and slurping that down as well. I was quite frankly shocked at how much I came.

“I’ve heard it’s really bitter.” I said zipping myself back up.

“It is, but I don’t mind bitter stuff.” Slurp, slurp. GULP. “Besides, the texture totally makes up for it. I really do wonder if the urban legend about pineapples is true, though.” She mused as she licked each finger like she just got done with a bag of chips.

“I wouldn’t mind more fruit in my diet.” I replied getting up and then offering a hand to help her up as well. She then got dressed, putting on her yoga pants and spaghetti strap tank top.

“So, what stuff are we gonna buy?” She asked again as she dressed herself back up.

I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. “Well we still have plenty of stores to go to, why don’t we try for two things per store.”

“Sounds good to me.” Ashley nods.

“I think from this store I liked the two tops the most. The bottoms were kinda meh.”

“Yeah I really liked the tops too.” She agreed. By now she was fully dressed and ready to go. I noticed a small dollop of sperm on one of her breasts.

“Ah,” I pressed my finger against the soft flesh and scooped it up, then brought the finger to her lips. Without hesitation she sucked the finger into her mouth and slid her tongue all over it, getting all she could.

“Thanks babe.” She smiled sweetly at me after I retracted my finger.