Stella Eden, Esq. spun around in her desk and reached for a law book on the top shelf of her bookcase, but as she stretched up to retrieve it, snap, her right bra strap tore away from its moorings. For Stella and her 42DD cup bra this was a structural disaster.
“What am I going to do?” she said knowing she was wanted back in the judge’s chamber in twenty minutes.
She made J-street in five, flicked her cell on vibrate and managed into the big Macy’s on the corner.
Running (as best she could considering all the bouncing she was doing) Stella ran into the woman’s lingerie department where she met a smiling salesman thankfully as old as her forty-two years.
“Mishap at work?” the pretty black lady asked, obviously noticing Stella’s big right boob free and bouncing under her blouse while her left was high and supported.
“42dd?” lady asked and the woman turned from Stella for all of a minute then returned with a pretty white bra.
“Would you?” Stella tried rushing with the lady back to the tiny fitting rooms as her cell buzzed and nipple rubbed against her blouse.
“Do you find that at the end of the day your breasts are just dying to relax a little,” the lady asked when they entered the tiny room and closed the slatted door.
She helped Stella remove her blouse and extricated her from the broken big bra.
“Mmmmm, yes,” Stella replied. “My breasts always feel like they’re in prison until I can get my bra off.”
“Well they are quite magnificent,” the sales lady said facing her now topless customer.
What happen next stunned Stella so much that she just stood there like a statue.
“I’m big myself, 36 double dees, but yours really…” the lady said, reached out, took Stella’s breasts in her dark hands and began massaging them.
“I just love to do my nipples at the end of the day, don’t you?”
Stella’s head began to spin, as the twisting of her nipples sent an electric shock straight to her clit and she tried to stay standing.
When was she needed back in the judge’s chambers?.
“You should go back braless, you are firm enough,” the lady said. She then dipped her smiling face and licked Stella’s right nipple, the one that had been so hard and suffering, and then her left.
“Oh, God suck…suck,” Stella moaned as the woman did just that in the tiny room.
“You want to return the favor?” the lady asked coming off Stella.
She unbuttoned the front of her shirt, unhooked her front clasp bra and presented rosy nipples on her chocolate melons to her new customer.
Stella lean forward and began to suckle the woman against the mirror of the changing room.
“I got to…I got to get back,” she said lifting her mouth off the pretty saleslady. “Can I…?”
“This will fit you, maybe a little tight but no fear of it snapping,” the saleslady said, removed her bra and helped put it around Stella.
“Oh God it’s so tight, I…”
“Yes you can,” the black woman said. “It will remind you to come back here at five-thirty and get me.”
“My pussy is on fire, ya know?” Stella said as they walked out of the dressing room and the salesgirl buttoned up completely.
“So is mine,” she said. “Imagine if I lick your tits that good what I will do to your pussy?”
Stella left the store red faced but somewhat calmer then when she he had come in.
Damn she hadn’t even asked the salesgirl her name. Then again, she was wearing the woman’s bra, they were close now!