"Okay go," Brad says, and you part your top, holding the shirt away from your sizeable breasts. For a few seconds you merely let him look, then you become more bold, watching his face as you shake your boobs back and forth. As his eyes glaze over you smirk, moving your hands from your shirt to your breasts to squeeze them together.
"You like these?" you ask, and he nods. "You wish you could touch?" he nods again. "mmm, they are spectacular, aren't they? Nice and full and round and oh-so perky."
With his mouth slightly open you expect a line of drool to appear as your fingers move to cup the twins like you're offering them to him. As you heft your globes you glance around to make sure no one's looking.
It's then that you realize that the wall behind Brad is a full length mirror and that dozens of eyes are upon you. Lustful, disgusted, delighted, reproachful eyes boring into your bared breasts.
"Time," Brad says, but you don't hear as you stare at the judging eyes, a flush of shame overcoming you as your breathing becomes erratic and your body trembles... |