John helps Ashley moisturize

After a flurry of putting on and taking off over a dozen bras Ashley begins to make her final choices. She selects four that she’ll take home with her. There are much fancier than what she normally wears, definitely meant for arousal rather than comfort. And expensive.

But that’s okay, she thinks to herself. They’re good quality and will last me awhile. Plus maybe it’s time I got out of my shell a bit. It certainly helped me snag John’s attention.

Just as she thinks that, though, she notices that he is spending less time ogling her and more time making eyes at the sales clerk. Ailani seems to be enjoying it as well, laughing at his little jokes and finding reasons to touch his chest. In an attempt to get her out of his sight Ashley hands over her choices and asks to have them taken to the register. Ailani does but somewhat begrudgingly. John watches her walk away with interest.

“You know, I think I’ll stick around here for awhile. The employees are all so... helpful. And eager.” he fishes his car keys out of his pocket and hands them over. “Why don’t you take my car back to the campus. I’ll get it from you tomorrow. Or some other time this weekend.”

Ashley, standing there with her shirt off and her melons on display, wracks her brain for a way to salvage the situation. Without thinking much about she puts his car keys in her pocket.

Come on, think! How can you get some real proof of his approval before he leaves? I’ve got it!

“Umm, sure. I guess I can handle that. You made a smart plan. But could you pleeeease do me a favour before I go?”

“What’s that?”

“Could you help me moisture my skin? I think all the bras rubbed my boobies dry.” She takes a small bottle of hand cream from her backpack and hands it to him. “I’d do it myself but if you do it then I know you won’t miss a spot because you can get your face nice and close to see!”

“You know what? Sometimes you do have clever ideas.”

He spreads some of the lotion on his palms and then takes hold of her breasts. He starts to stroke and kneed her tits in an obviously erotic way but the blonde feigns ignorance. Soon every part of her breasts is slick. Her nipples, the curves to her sides, underneath them, deep in her cleavage; He doesn’t miss anything.

“Mmm, that’s nice.”

Okay, phase one complete. Now for phase two.

“It feels sooooo good on my big boobs. But, like, my face feels dry. Can you do that too?” She sits down on the small chair in the corner, right on top of her shirt, and thrusts her chest towards John’s crotch. It’s easy to see that he has an erection. “Here, I’ll sit here. And then I’ll close my eyes. And you can get cream all over me.”

“You want it on your face?”

She gives a little girlish giggle. “Ya! Spread it all over please.” Then she closes her eyes and waits. John steps up to her, his feet on either side of hers.

Come on, take the bait.

She hears him shake the bottle of hand cream but also the quiet sound of him slowly opening his fly. There is the unmistakable feel of fabric hitting her legs as his pants drop to the floor. Then he says, “There isn’t much left in the bottle. I’m really squeezing it but nothing’s coming out.”

Steady, girl. You’ve got him on the line. Real him in.

“Oh poo!” she pouts. “Is there another way we can squeeze it? Squeeze it even harder?” Without opening her eyes she presses her tits together between her arms, emphasizing just how big and jiggly they are. She pouts up at him to help the airhead effect.

“Well, I can think of one thing we can try. I’ll hold it against your chest and we’ll squeeze it between your breasts. They’re so big that they’ll press on every part of the bottle a the same time. If anything can get the last of it out it’s that. Just keep your eyes closed in case it sprays up in your face suddenly.

Got him. I’m a genius!

“Wow, you’re a genius! Go ahead.”

Ashley does as instructed and remains blind as John places what is obviously not the small bottle but rather his hard cock in between her large, soft breasts. She can feel the heat coming off of him as he presses against her sternum. Then he starts to rock his hips and pump his dick in her cleavage. She helps make the titjob even better by bringing up her hands and pressing her flesh together. All the lotion he spread allows him to slide easily back and forth. The excitement of getting him this sexually excited has her nipples rock hard.

“Does it look like it’s working?” she asks.

John grunts. “Yeah. Just hold them... uhnff... like that... I’ll have it out soon.”

True to his word, after only a couple minutes she can hear his breathing get heavy.

Alright, time for the end game. Push him over the edge.

“Gosh I hope it’s a lot. ‘Cause I really want it on my face. ALL. OVER. MY. FACE.” Ashley licks her lips and that does it. With a final grunt she feels the first couple spurts of hot cum squirt onto her chest. John quickly steps back and a few more ropes blast hard against her face, splashing over her eyelids, forehead, and mouth. His semen drips down and without hesitating she says, “Thank you!” and starts pretending to rub it in.

Mostly she’s just spreading it around since she wants to keep some of the evidence visible. When he’s had a chance to catch his wits and pull his pants back up he tells her it was his pleasure and then goes off to find the store employees.

She calls after him, “Thankyou thankyou thankyou!” Finally opening her eyes she can see the absolute mess he’s made of her face. As well as her neck, her breasts, and even her hair. There are several large globs of spunk, including one stretched across her left eyelashes. Many small pearls stand out against her golden pigtails. And the way she’s holding her breasts up and together has made a little pool of semen. It grows larger as more drips down from her face and neck.

It’s an awkward shuffle to snap a few selfies but she manages it by balancing her tits on one arm. She texts the photos to her friends along with the message “looks like I got the John Doe seal of approval!”

She normally wouldn’t gloat this hard over her friends but she feels proud of the clever way she was able to win out.

Rosa texts back first saying “you better wash that off before the party tonight”. And Sarah adds, “i agree. dont forget we have study group first and you better show up clean for that”.

With a little smirk Ashley writes, “no can do. i’ll wear my victory with pride :-P”

Deciding not to bother with her old bra she puts on her shirt and buttons it up. The fabric sticks against her skin as John’s load soaks into it. Then she grabs her bag and goes up to the counter to pay for her purchases.