Get to the store

“I say we get to the store. It's cold, and a house full of sick people does not sound fun. Though this was,” you say, giving Emily a glance. She grins and you follow her out of the pond. “Oh, the air feels so warm,” Sarah says. “Has it been raining or something? That pond is freezing!” she runs to her clothes and curses. “I love you all, and I'm sorry for the stares, but I am not wearing a bra. It'll take forever to dry, and I hate wet underwear.”

Beth laughs. “I don't really need one. Damn!” she says suddenly. “We don't have any towels,” she says.

Now Emily laughs. She's already pulling her shirt back on, the fabric slowly soaking against her skin. She leaves the top buttons undone again, gazing at you steadily while you pull on your own pants. As you reach for your underwear, she gives you a shake of the head. Grinning, you leave them, carefully zipping up your jeans as you watch the athletic blonde get dressed. She turns away instantly, barring your view of her breasts and any hope of glimpsing even a flash, but you get a nice view of her toned ass. She throws you a knowing glance as she bends over to pick up her jeans, and for the first time, you see the blonde's tight, smooth looking pussy. Your eyes grow wide as you stare, trying to pick up minute details in the moonlight. Within seconds, the moment is over, and Emily glances around, then blows you a quick kiss before she is moving toward the car. You realize you have the keys, and unlock the door by pushing the button. “Thanks!” you hear Emily shout just before a door closes.

The other two women are almost finished. Sarah is just buttoning her pants and she gives you a quick once over. “You're all wet,” she laughs. Beth apparently finds it just as funny, and you follow them both to the car, enjoying Beth's nice legs and watching the edges of Sarah's freed tits bouncing around in her shirt. You don't see much, but the moon seems to be much brighter on the way back. As you all settle into the car you grin as everyone starts laughing and chattering. Emily gives you a couple of quick directions, and as you're pulling out of the park, you notice a police car pulling in. Shrugging, you drive toward the store under Emily's navigation.

The blonde's directions are curt, and you finally find a chance to see if she's angry. Far from it. She's opened her shirt so her right breast is out in the open, giving you (and only you) a chance to stare at her perfect looking tit. When she sees you have seen, she smiles at you and slowly buttons her shirt back up. You notice that she leaves the middle button open, and then puts her finger to her lips as she gazes out the window. You make it to the store quickly, keeping an eye on the two women in the back as well. Sarah seems relaxed, her big breasts testing the fabric. You can't see many details with the dim light, but you swear you see her nipple poking through on some passes under the streetlight. Beth's nipples could not be more obvious as the shirt clings to her skin. Neither of the women in the backseat catch you stealing stares, but Emily apparently does. When you park the car, she rolls her eyes at you, and steps out. You lock the door and watch Emily fall in line behind Sarah and Beth.

“You get a good look?” she asks.

“Absolutely,” you respond. “You?” she chuckles and you fall a half-step back to avoid arousing suspicion. “I've never seen Sarah's tits before,” Emily suddenly whispers. “Glad I got to hold one,” she says softly. She never looks back at you, and you try to avoid tripping as you recall Emily holding up the big boob. You almost laugh as you feel a flare of jealousy, but keep a straight face as the glass doors slide open an a blast of chilled air hits your group. Sarah gasps. “So cold,” she mutters, turning to you. Her nipples are small, but hard, and now they are poking through her shirt. Beth's nipples already were, but now you swear they are stretching the fabric enough to be see through. Beth looks uncomfortable, but you can't tell if its from the public appearance, or the physical sensation. You just notice her head shifting around as you make your way toward the carts before she tightens up, looking around. Beth pulls a cart out and grabs pulls at Sarah's arm.

“We'll get the dry goods. Emily, you know how to cook, so you and John can go get the veggies and meats. Sarah likes ham, and I like turkey for sandwiches.” They wander off, leaving you and Emily with another cart. “We'll get the cold stuff,” Emily says to you. You both move toward the produce section as you Emily pushes the cart. Your constant glances at Emily, whose denim clothes aren't clinging to her in the same pleasant way Sarah's and Beth's are, seem to prompt her to open her shirt. The store is practically deserted at the late hour, with a few people seeking an ingredient or two. The produce section is not a popular hit and run locale. Emily immediately grabs lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, and zucchini, while you grab bananas and oranges for your usual breakfast.

“I'm glad to see you enjoy fruit,” she says innocently. She has a giant pineapple in her hands and she gently sets it in. “Just as much vitamin C as an orange, and a bit sweeter,” she tells you. She unbuttons the button above the gaping hole in the middl of her shirt, giving you an expanded view of her still damp cleavage. “And I've heard that it can sweeten the flavor of a guy's cum,” she adds. “Something I find I might have a vested interest in on this trip.” Without asking, she puts it in the cart. You grin as she turns on her heel to go get some carrots and broccoli. “Stir fry for dinner tomorrow! We'll need some seasonings,” she says. She grabs some more specific vegetables, and you're off, following Emily for the whole time.

In a quiet aisle you trap her between the food and you, standing behind her as she searches for some rice for the stir fry. When she turns, you feel her breasts bump against your chest. You both realize a bit late that the proximity's a bit more than you bargained for. Your hand finds her waist, and you feel her hand creep up your side. You almost lean in before you back away. “Sorry,” you tell her. Emily takes a deep breath, her hand inadvertently pulling her shirt open, giving you almost a full view of her left breast. She notices your stare and takes her hand down immediately.

“Sorry,” she mutters. “Wow.” You both nod and quietly walk down the aisle. At that point, you've picked up the lunch meat some chicken for the stir fry, and enough meat for two more meals. As you both make your way to the front of the store, you find that Sarah and Beth are waiting for you, cart full of cereal, oatmeal, pastas, and lots of snacks. And drinks. Lots of drinks. You smile, and as you move through the checkout, you keep an eye on Emily, who is now keeping a solid distance between you two. She's even buttoned her shirt. She gives you an unreadable glance, and you wonder what happened. Not for long, though, as you all begin bagging.

The person working the register is a young man who makes no bones about getting an eyeful of Sarah's bouncing tits, but says nothing. The transaction takes longer than you'd expect, bu you eventually get things loaded and make your way back to the house. Everyone seems to hit the travel wall, and little conversation happens as you make your way through the kitchen, putting food away. Everyone says a sleepy goodnight, and you all make your way upstairs. Sarah and Beth close their doors first, and Emily says a quiet “goodnight” as you head to your room. You glance at her, and she's already begun pulling at her shirt when you turn to her. A slow smile crosses her lips and she unbuttons all the buttons slowly, save one in the middle. Making sure that you are watching, she pulls the top apart, giving you a healthy view of her cleavage and the top 1/3 of her perky, full looking tits. Her hand snakes under her shirt and blatantly molests her right tit beneath her shirt. She smiles as she sees your reaction. She saunters into your room and you make way, closing the door behind you.

“Sorry I had to break it off in the store,” she whispers. “I just couldn't keep my hands off you any longer. Now there's nothing in my way except this silly shirt,” she says, glancing down at the single button between you and her perky breasts.