This top looks fun!

You slide into the stall, latching the door behind you as you drop your items on the bench, clattering into a pile of discarded hangers. The red mini-dress pulls up easily, plopping down next to the rest of the mess. You pry the clearance top from its hanger, the $3.99 tag dangling from the hem, and tug it down over your head.

It certainly fits...

But this black and purple bra under this light cream, sheer top... eesh. It's gotta go.

A moment later, you slip the straps down your arms, sliding the bra out one side, plopping it down with the rest of the pile.

And, damn. This this is tight.

Like, around your ribs. As in, it fits really well. In all the right places. Maybe it's the cut, but it's tight enough right under your boobs that it pushes them up, and, well. You look stunning.

Which is to say, your boobs look insane.

Also, your nipples. They looks great too. Right there. Poking out. You think you can even make out some detail on your left areola, where you have that little mole...

Perfect for daddy!

And now for the discount... You unlatch the door, peering out at the racks. A young-ish looking male clerk seems to be hanging things haphazardly.

Perfect.

"Hey, um, sir?" Guys like that. 'Sir'.

He glances up, then over at you, eyes wide, nervous. Perfect indeed!

"Um, can you give me a hand?" You make your best puppy-dog eyes. He swallows, nodding and plodding over to you.

"What's, um, what seems to, uh, be the matter, um, miss?" He stutters. It's so cute!

"Do you mind coming in here, please? I really need a hand, it'll just be a moment..." A lip bite seals the deal.

He glances around, swallowing again, nodding. "Uh, ya, sure, okay..."

You swing the door and he slides in awkwardly, standing half in, half out, his eyes locking on your chest as you gently nudge him in, latching the door behind him. He swallows again.

"Oh, thank you so much," You land a hand on his chest, pausing a few seconds as if to read his name tag, "Ben."

"Uh..." He swallows.

"I really need a keen eye, here, Ben." You turn half to the mirror, making certain he can keep an unbroken line of sight on your very obviously visible nipples. "This is a little, well, it's a little personal, so I hope that okay, Ben?"

He nods, swallowing.

"So, I need to know, Ben, can you, um," You flash your best 'nervous' / 'shy' grin, "Can you see my nipples in this shirt, Ben?"

He swallows, eyes wide. He nods, almost imperceptibly.

"Drat, Ben!" You frown, turning toward him. "Well, hmm, this top is just so perfect, Ben... I think, maybe, you're a little shorter? Should we try something more, representative, Ben?"

His eyes, still wide, beg for yes.

"Maybe at a different angle, yes, Ben?" You lean toward him, the low-cut top baring a line straight down between your breasts. "How about now, Ben? Can you see my nipples down my shirt?"

He swallows, shaking his head.

"Great, Ben!" You smile up, dropping casually to your knees, settling gently down first on one knee, then the other, grinning up at him all the while. "He's much taller than me, so, he might not notice, not like you, Ben. What about like this?" You bite your lip up at Ben, resting on your haunches at just the right height for his now-bulging crotch to be at mouth-level. "This is almost about right for what I'm thinking about... How do my tits look now, Ben?"

He swallows. "Good... Uh, no, uh, no nipples?"

"Great, Ben! That's great!" You smile, letting it fade into a frown, "But, well, Ben, it's still, well, we're almost right... Almost 'representative...'" You bite your lip, eyes glancing down at his bulge, then back up at his panic-stricken face. "Do you, do you think you can let me know if a really representative angle shows them?"

"Uh..." He swallows. "I, uh, I guess..."

"Great!" You beam up at him, your hands flying to his fly, his slacks and 'tighty-whitey' briefs at his ankles before he can finish his nervous swallow, your lips sliding onto his very hard little cock as your hands fold neatly into your lap, never breaking your grin up at him.

"Oh god..." He swallows, his cock already convulsing.

You pull off with a slurp. "So, for the top, and the leggings there, and..." You shrug, deciding to push your luck, "Maybe whatever else I like, what'll it be?" You slide noisily, wetly back on.

"What?" He swallows.

You pull off with another slurp, a string of spittle dangling between you, his cock plainly ready to burst. "Inside or outside?"