Back to the food court with #boobiefreedom

"Back to the food court?" You tap your phone and my purse dings and I grin as we step out.

"You know," I casually strike up some nonchalant trivia, "My nipples are very sensitive."

"Is that so?" You say, confused.

"Oh yes," My voice is notably not lowered, "If you pinch them, I could positively collapse on the floor. And they get so hard! If I'm not wearing a bra, they get very, very visible..." I stop, turning toward you.

You look around awkwardly.

"It's less awkward if you just get it out of the way." I blink patiently.

You reach up, cupping my breasts in your hands through my shirt. The soft flesh gives as your fingers feel for my nipples. I am plainly struggling to to squirm as you do.

"Do it already!" I insist, my voice cracking a little as your fingers drag across me. "Hard!"

You line up your thumbs and bent knuckles with each breast, and grab some flesh.

"MNGH!" I jump as your fingers pinch painfully against my poor nipples, my breath catching as I double over. You instantly release, a look of panic. I pull myself upright, biting my lip, breathing heavy.

"Fuck, you have no idea what that does to me, Josh..." I say, trying to hide the weakness in my knees as we head into the food court.