Tiffany decided to take a leisurely walk to the grocery store and back, just to keep Brandon on edge. She was confident he would wait as she had instructed; the implied threat in her words - "hopefully you'll be cooled off" - should be enough to keep him out of trouble. Meanwhile, his arousal would only grow with his impatience. She licked her lips as she thought of the fun she could have with him. As much as she loved sex, she just loved it when she made them beg.
Plus, there was a cute clerk at the store that she could tease, as a sort of warm up. He had only recently started working at the store and already he was obsessed with her. She gave him a little wave through the window of the store as she approached and suppressed a giggle as he nearly toppled a shelf in his haste to open the door for her.
"H-hello, uh, Tiffany. It's nice to, uh, see you again."
"Why thank you..." she made a show of looking at his name tag, "Brad. That's so gentlemanly of you, to open the door for me. And you remembered my name too! Do you do this for all your customers?"
Tiffany didn't wait for a reply, breezing into the store and leaving Brad to close the door and trail after her as she walked towards the counter. There was no one else in the small store, which was perfect; she could really have fun with him.
She stopped by the rack of condoms next to the counter and bent over them, hearing a gasp behind her as she made a show of flexing her long legs. Then she turned back to face him.
"Since you're being so sweet, Brad," Tiffany said, twirling a lock of her lovely red hair between her fingers, "do you think you could help me out a little?"
His face lit up. "Oh, uh, sure! What do you need?"
"Well, my boyfriend is over at his apartment, and I'm out of condoms. So I came here to get some, but I forgot my wallet, and I don't want to go all the way back. Do you think you could let me have a packet? I'll be so grateful!"
Brad gulped, eyeing her nervously. "Tiffany, I - I'm not sure I could..." he trailed off. Tiffany had arched her back, thrusting her bulging chest out towards the hapless clerk. She pretended to stretch a little, then looked over at him.
"Brad? Are you okay? What were you saying?"
"Er, I was... saying..." Tiffany reached down absently and adjusted her huge breasts in her bra, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, and Brad helplessly fell silent once again.
She looked up at him, smiling slyly. "Brad? What are you looking at?"
After a moment his eyes snapped up to meet hers. "Oh! Er, nothing."
"No, you were looking at something. Come on, Brad, tell me."
He shifted nervously. "I - I wasn't -"
Tiffany stepped closer to him, lowering her voice encouragingly. "Come on, Brad. Just say it. What were you looking at?"
Brad gulped. "I was... I was looking... at your breasts."
Tiffany looked down and hefted her massive chest, pushing her breasts together slightly and highlighting her tremendous cleavage. "Yes, you were, weren't you. Why?"
"What?"
"Why were you looking at my breasts, Brad?"
"I - I don't -"
"Oh, come on, you must have had a reason. Do you like them?"
"Yes," Brad whispered. He was sweating now, and almost shivering. Glancing down, Tiffany noticed a large bulge in his trousers.
She took a step forward, lowering her voice further. "What do you like about them?"
"They're - they're so... big."
Tiffany stepped forward again, her breasts lightly brushing against Brad's chest, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Well, if you like my breasts so much, why don't you just let me have that packet like I asked?"
Brad shuddered, and groaned.
Moments later, Tiffany was headed back home. She tossed the packet of condoms by the side of the road; there were plenty at the apartment, if she decided to allow Brandon into her bed. Or maybe she would keep him waiting just a little bit longer... |