Once we get to Barnabe’s, the craziest, most expensive store in the area, we gravitate to the nightwear section and start browsing racks.
“What do you think of this?” Kara asks, holding up a skimpy string teddy with feathers across the chest. I want nothing more than to see her in that and then immediately help her out of it.
“It’s hot Kara,” I say, “uh, maybe we should go look at suitcases or something though. This is a little like bringing the alcoholic to the liquor store.”
She only smiles and hangs the top back on the display. She pulls up another one-piece and walks over to me.
“Let’s see, you’re like a what, size 4?” She holds it up against me and eyes my body, “Hold this up for me.”
I grab the hanger from her hand and Kara smooths the negligee over my front, spending a copious amount of time rounding it to the curves of my breasts.
“Kara,” I whisper, “what are you doing?”
She takes her time touching my body and looking at the clothing against me. She doesn’t meet my intense gaze.
“I’m just… getting comfortable with you,” she admits, which makes a lot of sense. We had gotten close last night, but not really. Person to person is a lot more intimate than phone sex. I decide to help her out.
“Maybe… I should try this on,” I suggest, looking down at it and pushing the lace crotch between my legs. It looks funny, but Kara doesn’t smile.
“Ok,” she says, keeping her eyes from my devouring stare.
I lead us to the fitting room with the tantalizing outfit in hand. Once we arrive, she opens the door for the largest room at the end of the hall. It’s empty.
“Perfect,” I say, pushing her inside and closing the door, “hold this.” I hand her the hanger, and pull up on my sweater, lifting it over my head and off. I unbutton the blouse underneath and let it slip down my arms.
Now she looks me in the eye, seeing my bra is exposed. I’m liking this situation more and more. I unzip my skirt and let it fall.
The stunned and speechless Kara snaps out of her head and removes the hanger, handing me the skimpy nightwear as I stand before her in my underthings. I step in, pulling it up and over my shoulders and look at myself in the mirror.
“I hope this wasn’t for you,” I chuckle at my brazen actions and cock a hip to the mirror, “because I really like it.”
“Wow. It looks amazing on you Becca,” Kara says, meeting my eyes in the reflection.
“Hold on,” I say, unclasping my bra and slipping it out from under the nightwear. My smooth breasts beneath the skintight cups allow a whole new level of allure to pop from the design.
“Holy…”
“Shit,” Kara finishes.
The black lace hugs tightly to my girls, pressing them into a heavy cleavage situation. My nipples poke the satin cups, looking much larger than I know them to be.
I run my hands down my sides and watch the sexy reflection in the mirror move in unison.
“Do you like me in this?” I ask, turning to face Kara. She looks me in the eye and smiles.
“Very much.”
I look at how close we are standing, and realize the room is much bigger than it needs to be. In a small space we could have made an excuse for standing so close, but in the large empty area, it’s obvious we’re standing together on purpose.
Looking into her eyes I bring my hands to her waist. “Should I take my panties off?”
Kara swallows hard in the intensity of the moment, “yes…”
The outfit has a snap crotch, so I pop it free to slip my underwear down.
“Wait,” Kara stops me, “do it in the mirror.”
I smile at her suggestion. She’ll be able to watch me from the front and the back. I oblige and shimmy them down my thighs, bending over gradually as I push down.
“Oh my god,” Kara breathes, watching me strip.
I straighten up and button the bottom of the lingerie. Once again, I am no longer Becca in accounting. I am Rebecca… all woman and ready for the night.
“Wow,” says Kara from behind, “that is straight up sexy as hell.”
I turn to her and stand close again. I feel the nervous tension and decide to go for it.
“Touch me Kara,” I breathe, grabbing her wrist. She doesn’t move right away so I lift her hand to my swollen breast. She doesn’t resist but needs me to take the lead.
Her fingers close around my tender mound and I feel her hold it, lift it, push into it. Kara looks at her hand on me and then squeezes hard.
This is insane. My good friend is holding my chest and her eyes are full of fear and apprehension. My own eyes must be full of something; naughty, frantic lust most likely.
“How’s your clit Kara,” I jump the moment ahead a few steps, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
She watches her fingers collapse into my flesh beneath the thin, black cups. Each squeeze is like an air pump pressing more and more libido into my body. It isn’t going to take long before…
“But Jason,” she whispers, “he doesn’t know.”
“What’s to tell?” I breathe, “we’re trying on clothes. Women get… intimate in dressing rooms, right? How do these cups fit Kara? Are my breasts filling them out okay? Is it too tight on me?”
“Mmmm, it fits you well,” she catches on, “we may want to try a few more sizes,” she huffs as her hand clutches me one last time.
“Good idea,” I say, and quickly slip an arm out of a thin strap. Her eyes grow wide as I work the fabric down between her hand and my bare chest. My breast settles neatly into her fingers, and suddenly my friend is holding me bare. “So, what cup size do you think I need?” I say, as if we aren’t getting aroused by the situation.
“Oh, I’d say you’re a B, maybe C,” and her naked tit-squeezes flood my pussy with juice and buckle my knees. The heat is rising.
“Are you sure about that?” I lowly groan as I work the other strap free. Wasting no time Kara holds the other breast and weighs them both in her hands, testing their mass and bounce. Then her gorgeous eyes look up at me with a wild gleam.
“I’m sure Becca,” she says with an obvious double meaning. Our eyes stay locked together as her hands caress me in the dressing room. She gently pinches my nipples, causing a wave of desire to burn through me.
“Kara,” I whisper into her searing gaze, trying to keep my cool, “m-maybe this would look better on you.”
She looks down at her small hands groping me and smiles. I know this is pushing it, but I’m being pulled from the inside.
“You want me,” she says, lowering a hand to the garment around my waist, “to try this on?”
“Yes,” I say, placing my hand over hers atop my breast, “and I… want to try this.” I give her fingers a squeeze and lower my hands to my waist. Not waiting for an official reply, I push the lingerie down my thighs and off, now naked in front of her.
“Oh… god Becca,” she says, releasing my breast and eyeing my entire body.
This is bad, I mean… nope, that’s right. Very bad. Fantasies which have been raging in my mind are unfurling in the ladies dressing room at Barnabe’s.
“How does this look on me?” I ask with my hands on my bare hips.
Speech seems to escape her as she stares. Her eyes burn my flesh as the contrast between her fully clothed form and my butt-nakedness sweep over me. I turn to show Kara my backside and bend over to pick up the garment from around my ankles.
“Jesus Becca,” she moans, responding just as I hope. Slowly I stand with my back to her and wait. Sure enough I sense her step behind me and wrap her arms around my waist, her fingers clutching my breasts.
“Oh, that’s good Kara,” I moan, “you’re making me so… wet,” I whisper, keeping ourselves discreet. Kara gropes my bare tits and presses her lips to my shoulder. “Touch me, Kara.”