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"I'll bet." His hand reached lower, just to the top edge of his boxers, as my own fingers moved to my cleavage. "So what happened next?"
"Well, she finally got the clasp undone and my bra dropped to the floor, the cold air hitting my naked skin."
That hand of his disappeared under his boxers. "Then what?"
Slowly, I removed my bra, making a big show of it, touching every inch of myself along the way, moving closer to the phone so Devon could see everything up close. Thank God I was so drunk.
"Fuck," he groaned. "How are you so hot?"
"Hot for you, baby," I purred, proud of myself. I was pretty good at this shit. "So anyway, once my bra was off, she leaned forward, pushing against me once again, slowly wrapping the tape measure around me until it connected in the front." As I spoke, I showed him how she supposedly touched me.
"Good God."
"Yeah. She was super hot, her fingers so soft and warm on my cool skin. But we had a problem," I improvised.
"What—what kind of problem?"
"You'll have to take off your boxers to find out."
Laughing, he did as I said, and I was very pleased to see him hard as a fucking rock. Damn, I was good. For a split second, I wondered how much I could make doing this as a side hustle.
"What kind of problem?" he repeated, desperation creeping into his voice.
"She said she still couldn't figure out what size I'd need. That she'd have to leave the dressing room and do some research," I said, apologizing inwardly to the noble profession of bra fitting. "But by this time, I was so damn turned on, there was no going back for me."
"Holy shit."
"Yep. Holy shit is right. And right then, I heard a sound in the fitting room next to me, and I knew I wasn't the only one. I peeked through the crack and saw a couple, both nearly naked and totally hot."
He gulped, and I giggled.
"I stared as they groped each other, and I didn't know where to look... at them or my bare naked tits reflecting back at me in the mirror."
"There was a mirror?" Devon said in a husky voice.
"There were several mirrors."
"Oh, fuck."
"Mm-hmm," I breathed, my own hand moving lower as I watched Devon begin to stroke himself slowly. God, that was so incredibly hot. "In the end, I decided to peek at this couple, and this guy started to take off the woman's bra right in front of me."
He stroked himself faster. Man, for someone who had been so hesitant about this whole thing, he certainly wasn't acting shy in the least right now. It was such a turn-on to know I could talk him into such a heated frenzy from three-thousand miles away.
"And then he took off his clothes too, and they were both completely naked. My breasts were crushed against the mirror as I tried to get a better view."
He groaned.
"The cold of the mirror felt so good against my naked chest, and I began to rub my nipples up and down the cool surface."
"Fuck."
With my right hand, I let my fingers drift downwards, feeling hot as hell.
"Let me see you," Devon demanded.
I adjusted the phone then removed my undies, giving him quite the show of what he was missing.
"Oh, God," he groaned. "What then?"
