Another button

James looks as though he's about to form an answer, but you have better ideas. With a flashy click of your fingers you watch as the next button pops off of Amy's blouse as well, landing at James's feet. What had started as a nice display of cleavage now has the top of her shirt hanging wide open, the soft pink of her bra on clear display to the stammering teen.

"What the actual fuck!" Amy exclaims, her hand quickly pulling her blouse shut across her breasts, adding a little extra strain to the three remaining buttons. You feel the temptation to pop the lot grow inside you, but you want to savour the moment with this woman as your play thing. "I clearly need to dash home and change this blouse." She tells James, who has finally managed to tear his eyes away from her breasts and is now trying to look anywhere but.

"But, I'm not allowed to be left on my own....." James argues feebly.

Amy let's out another long sigh. "I live five minutes away, I'll dash back, change and still be here before we open."

As you watch you see her walk towards James, presumably heading towards wherever her car keys are kept, and you consider for a moment letting her go. After all James is still here and there are plenty of other people at the mall you can have fun with....