That bra's getting in the way

Waverly kept walking once she’d gotten away, cheeks still flushed. What was happening to her? Thank god for her bra, she hated how many people had seen it but at least it stopped things from getting worse.

The thought of that stranger groping her bare skin, her nipples against his hands… For that matter, his eyes on her alone made her shiver.

She wasn’t an exhibitionist, far from it.

Her back itched. Waverly reached back, scratched, and felt her bra clasp through her top. She-

Oh, what was she thinking? She’d completely lost her train of thought. Idly, she unclasped it, barely thinking about doing so, before lowering her hand.

She walked a little way on. After a few steps, she realised she wasn’t carrying her shopping.

Damn it, the whole reason she’d come out had been to pick up drinks. Instead she must have dropped them somewhere, left them, too distracted by this weirdness.

Ok, back to the shop. She could manage that at least, it was a bit of a waste of money but that was the least of her concerns.

She turned back. Something in the back of her mind prickled, something she should be concerned about, but it never quite came into focus. If it was important, she was sure she’d remember.

At least she found her way back easily enough. The pimpled teen at the counter though made her flush, the memory of how she’d absently exposed herself to him fresh in her mind.

She picked up the same things as before and went to pay, keeping her eyes down. No eye contact, just get it over with, and never come back to this shop. Easy.

“Hi again,” the teen said.

He sounded breathless; Waverly shuddered. God, did he think she was into him? With how she’d acted she couldn’t blame him, but-

She opened her mouth to apologise, to say it was a mistake, what happened wasn’t her, and-

“Want another peek?” Waverly said, to her own horror.

“R-really?” he said.

Waverly looked up; he might as well have been panting.

Patiently, Waverly bagged up her items, then turned to him, grabbed the bottom of her top, and grinned at him. Then she yanked it up-

And her bra was loose. The shoulder straps were up, but the clasp at the back was undone so the cups hung loosely. They got caught up in her top, pulled up with it, so her young breasts were on full display.

Waverly squeaked, but her arms didn’t move down no matter how much she wanted them to. She held her top and bra up while the pimply teen drooled over her, memorizing every contour, every of her boobs.

The first moment she could, Waverly grabbed her shopping, turning around to flee the shop. She couldn’t bear to be there, not to be with someone that could imagine her topless.

She reached the threshold-

And suddenly stopped, putting the bag down, then tugging the shoulder straps of her bra down past her sleeves, pulling her arms free. Keeping her top on, she tugged the whole garment out her sleeve, straps and cups dangling from her hand.

“Souvenir,” Waverly said, throwing it back to the teen.

What? Oh god, no, she couldn’t have done that. Especially with how easily she seemed to flash people now, she couldn’t be…

“Th-thanks,” the teen said. He still stared; Waverly was glad the shop counter was hiding the lower half of his body, she didn’t want to think about the effect this was happening on him. “I’ll- uh, I’ll be on break for a bit so if you need anything, uh…”

Oh god, ew, she could guess what he’d be doing on his break. Great, now she didn’t even want her bra back, just the thought of what he’d be doing with it made her shudder.

Waverly just shook her head, hiding her expression and stumbling out of the shop.

Her breasts felt hypersensitive against the fabric of her top, now that she knew they were exposed.

Keeping a firm grip on her shopping this time, and looking from side to side, panicked, Waverly hurried. She had to get home, she just had to.