Dinner and a show

After she lapped her breasts clean, Hank fell asleep with a smile on his face as he rolled onto his side. Tracy stood up and crept around the room, gathering her clothing. She put on her pants and panties. She retrieved her bra once again, hiding her tits but also putting them on display. She looked at the tattered remanence of her scrub top and was disheartened. "Well, that's not going to work," she whispered. She Opened Hank's closet to see if she could find something that fit. She found a white dress shirt that she managed to get almost all the way buttoned except for the last three, leaving a hint of bra exposed along with her cleavage. Finally, she grabbed her cart and got the hell out of there.

Jeff watched the video of his ex cheating on her boyfriend with a retiree. "Man surprised that geezer survived," he said, watching her ride the old man cowgirl style, a disgusted look on her face as he mauled at her breasts. He remembered his first time feeling her tits and felt strangely nostalgic. "Shame she wants those reduced," he said, uploading the video to the magical pranks site for others to enjoy.

Tracy finished the rest of her day without much issue, aside from some visitors and some having problems maintaining eye contact. As she was clocking out, Alexis passed by, grabbing a change of clothes from her locker.

Keeping her distance, she asked, "Are you in tomorrow?" Tracy was sure she was maintaining her distance on purpose because of the events in the supply closet.

"No, I got the day off," Tracy said, finishing the last punches before heading to her car. Before heading out, she checked her phone and saw a message from the doctor in charge of her breast reduction. She'd have to check it when she got back. She just wanted to get home and forget that today ever happened.

She pulled into her driveway and saw Keith, her scrawny neighbor, sitting on his porch reading a book. He had come home a week or two ago to stay with his parents during summer break. He looked up and waved as Tracy locked the door. He was a friendly enough kid. He was studying game design, a field he and Mike would talk about to ****.

"Hey Tracy," he said, walking over to the small shared fence. "Mike is back from his conference yet. I had a demo I wanted him to take a look at." His eyes slowly moved up and down, trying to maintain eye contact and losing.

"No, But I will tell him. when he calls," she said, pretending not to notice. Despite herself, her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them closer and up even more until the neighbor averted his eyes.

"umm yeah, thanks," he said, blushing and heading into the house.

Tracy was starving when she got into the house and started boiling a pot of water to make herself some dinner. She slid off Hank's shirt and sat at the table, looking over some mail. She tossed the junk and went upstairs to change. Halfway through unclasping her bra, she realized she had forgotten to close the blinds. Something caught her eye as she reached for the blinds to close them. Keith was in bed, his pants around his ankles, and was stroking his cock to something on his laptop.

"Oh god," she muttered as she went to close the blinds instead. She could not look away.

"why am I watching this?" she asked herself. Soon, Keith looked up, shocked and confused. Once again, Tracy wanted to close the blinds but instead found herself putting her fingers to her lips as the other hand made the jerking-off motion. Keith looked on in confusion as one hand mined it, and the other finished up unclasping her bra and began playing with her right breast.

"no, no, no," she thought. As Keith's jaw dropped, He started to stroke again as Tracy was playing with her nipples. Her left hand made its way south, masturbating in unison with her neighbor. She sucked and licked her fingers on one hand as she worked the other fingers in and out of her pussy. After a few minutes, Keith came, and so did she.