Offer to take it.

"Hey, let me take it," you offer.

Sarah smiles. "Geeze... You're making me look so evil by comparison. You're too nice. Hey, actually, let me take it, John. You stay here with Ika and I'll be back in a bit. All right?"

Without waiting for an answer, she takes the bit of fabric and begins to walk off into the store. The building actually looks very large, especially from the inside. You don't even see her only a few moments after she departs. You look back to Ika and she starts to walk quietly to the door of the changing room with some clothes under her arm. She pulls it open, steps inside, and disappears. It leaves you alone to idly lean back and begin to hum to yourself, waiting for one of them to return.

"Uhm. John? Are you out there?" you hear from inside though barely.

"Yeah. I'm still here."

"Please... Can you, come inside? This is so embarrassing."

"You want me to come in there?"

"Yes. Hurry. Don't make me ask it again, please."

You swallow and take a deep breath, not really knowing what to expect. You take hold of the knob and twist it, opening it up to look inside. Almost immediately, you see Ika's hand desperately gesturing you to come inside. You step in, and close the door behind you.

Her curvy hips are tightly covered by a pair of white panties. Your eyes can't help but linger, but they eventually wander past her bare thighs, up her exposed stomach, and to her covered D cup breasts. For such a shorter, shyer girl, she certainly has much more present assets. Your gaze becomes lost in her white bra, and even moreso, to the fact that it isn't on all the way.

He has an arm over her brassiere, squishing it gently into her firm, full breasts. The strap is completely loose. It hangs down her body. She turns slightly, showing that it isn't connected in the back, and she turns to face you with rosy cheeks.

"I can't... get this on. Can you please help me?"

Your pants tightens. You feel, now more than before, the stroking sensation moving up and down your growing cock. Now you're staring over Ika's nearly naked body. There's not a chance in the world you could stand here and watch her for a long period of time with this curse jerking you off. You'll lose for sure.

"Yeah. Uh. One second," you mutter as you take hold of her bra straps.

You give it a bit of a tug, letting out a distracting and soft moan from her lips. She finally feels comfortable enough to drop her arms to her sides, leaving the future of her breasts' coverage in your hands, literally. You look forward to see the mirror, giving you once again a full view of the front of her body. All you'd need to do was let go, and you'd see her tits in full.