by Lesley Finch
‘I think that getting your boobs out and encouraging young Jemima to do likewise was a bold and exciting tactic in getting the team to open up about their bodies. I’d get my tits out at work myself if I could, but…’ Nina stirred her coffee again. ‘But there are general codes of professional conduct we must adhered to. Imogen said that if something weren’t done to tone down what she viewed as the rather salacious and lurid nature of your training thus far—rather prudishly, in my view—then she would consider escalating the matter to OffBra, the lingerie industry regulator.’
Uschi and Roger pursed their lips in solemn respect.
‘And none of us want that. So, for now, I think let’s park the group therapy and public nudity and think of some alternatives.’
‘I know just the thing,’ said Uschi, a smile that Roger knew and dreaded all to well spreading across her Mediterranean-hued features.
‘Is Sarah here yet?’ Uschi handed her jacket to Roger as she stepped into the hallway of his flat.
‘Sarah? Sarah who?’
‘Oh, silly me,’ said Uschi, kicking off her shoes and massaging the soles of her feet through her tights. ‘I forgot to tell you. Sarah O’Reilly, from our old job.’
‘Sarah’s coming here? What on Earth…?’ Roger thought back to all those undersized decoy bras Uschi had made him wank onto to reproduce what had later transpired to be a toothpaste stain, so they could engineer the wardrobe malfunction that had given Roger his first glimpse of the Irish blonde’s softly pink-nippled 36E globes in the jiggly flesh.
‘She’s going to help with some undercover sales roleplay with the girls. We can pay her something out of the project expenses, right? She’s still unemployed after the redundancies. You owe this to her as much as you owe it to me.’
‘Wait, back up.’ Roger followed Uschi into the living area and rubbed his temples. A headache was brewing. ‘Roleplay? What are you talking about?’
Uschi flopped down onto the settee. She was, quite clearly, still braless. ‘Roger, relax, this is a great idea! Not only will this be one-on-one with each girl, it will be over the telephone. So Nina, OffBra, and prissy watermelon-boobed Imogen can’t complain.’
Roger eyed Uschi with suspicion borne of experience. ‘What are you playing at, Uschi?’
Uschi gave a softly rasping chuckle and wagged her eyebrows at him. ‘You’ll see.’
The doorbell rang.
‘That’ll be her. Get the door, Roger darling.’
Roger had never really said good-bye to the girls in his old team. He had simply up and left one day. He had to get away from them. He had spent years mentally undressing them, but Uschi’s intervention had, in a short space of time, resulted in them all baring their breasts for him one way or another, and this had opened the door to another Roger, a Roger who far from being a harmless voyeur now had to have these women, to unload his seed onto their beautiful breasts. So it was with a rather sheepish smile that he opened the door to see the blonde-curled Irishwoman he had been trying to avoid fantasizing about for the past months.
Sarah spread her arms, ready to hug. She was in jeans, trainers, and a pink boob-tube—this one, at least, fit her, not like the replica which Uschi had tricked her into wearing in the office that time. The outline of a bra was visible through the fabric, baby-blue shoulder-straps tucked down the sides. ‘Roger!’
‘Sarah!’ Roger’s X-ray vision switched on. All he could see were those soft, juicy pink nipples. He went in for the hug, and the feeling of those soft E-cups pushing into his chest forced him to retract his hips lest his erection, in turn, nudge between Sarah’s denim-clad thighs.
‘Hey Sarah, thanks for coming at such short notice,’ Uschi called from the settee as Sarah followed Roger into the flat.
‘Well, what else am I going to do now?’
‘Sarah,’ Roger bumbled, ‘I’m so very sorry about your employment situation, I feel terrible. If I’d known they’d make the whole team redundant after I left…’
‘Meh, not to worry Roger,’ Sarah shrugged in her easygoing Dublin manner as she nosed along the bookcase. ‘I’d been in that job too long anyway. And, to be honest, I never thought I was right for it. When you gave me the job, I wondered what on Earth it was you saw in me!’
Uschi shot Roger a knowing look. Roger scowled back, then smiled as Sarah turned again to face him.
‘Tea? Coffee?’
‘Wine, if you’ve got it,’ Sarah said with an impish grin.
Roger grabbed a bottle of red from the hallway cupboard.
Sarah sat in the armchair and drummed her fingers on the armrests. ‘So, Uschi tells me you’re working at the Tempest bra factory. You really landed on your feet there, didn’t you Roger!’
‘Oh, yes, indeed,’ said Roger.
‘All those bras and boobs! Must get you quite hot under the collar!’
Roger poured three glasses of wine and laughed politely. ‘Oh, it’s really nothing like that,’ he said. ‘A job’s a job.’ Sarah’s cheeky line of questioning suddenly made him remember that after the episode in the Frankfurt sauna, rumours of Roger’s prodigious genital endowment had spread throughout the team, and that subsequently barely a conversation went by without some veiled innuendo on the subject. Uschi, unsurprisingly, had been responsible.
‘And Uschi, you’re in on the gig, too?’ Sarah accepted the wine glass from Roger and thanked him, then took a rather large sip.
Uschi nodded. ‘I’m a freelance consultant now, and Roger’s taken me on to do some training work with his team.’
‘So you said on the phone. What kind of training is it?’
‘Well,’ said Uschi. ‘Roger’s running a team who have all been recruited based, in part, on their big boobs.’
‘Sounds like where we worked before,’ giggled Sarah in jest, not realising she had stumbled on Roger’s exact recruitment criterion. Roger’s heart pounded in fear.
‘I know!’ laughed Uschi. ‘Imagine if that were true. Anyway, Tempest sell bras for big boobs, as I’m sure you know, Sarah -’
‘What are you implying!’ Sarah interjected in mock indignation, placing a modest hand over her impressive cleavage. She winked at Roger, the wine clearly going rapidly to her head. Roger’s penis throbbed.
‘— and these girls who work on the customer support helpline, despite having big bosoms of their own, are having difficulty talking about them to the customers. Now, Roger can hardly train them on this himself, it really needs to come from a woman.’
‘And that’s where you come in. I get it.’ Sarah nodded, glancing over to Roger, then back at Uschi. ‘So, how can I help?’
‘Well,’ said Uschi, standing and pacing the room slowly. Her braless breasts thrust firmly against her tight blouse. ‘We need you to pose as a customer. Kind of a mystery shopper. We’ll work out a scenario, then you phone in, and the girl who takes the call will be evaluated on how she deals with it.’
‘Sounds fun!’ Sarah enthused, her eyes wide and blue. She took another slurp of red.
‘Now,’ said Uschi. ‘There’s a reason I chose you in particular, Sarah. We need the caller to be similarly-equipped to the operator. There’s a girl we were dealing with today who’s an E-cup. That’s your cup size, is it not?’
‘Guilty as charged,’ said Sarah with a wink. She gave one boob a proud pat with her hand, setting her whole bust into a semi-supported wobble that sent blood surging into Roger’s already growing boner.
‘Roger,’ said Uschi, ‘I’m thinking of pairing Sarah up with Jemima for a roleplay, based on cup size. Do you think they’re a good match?’
‘Uhh,’ Roger had that familiar sinking feeling of relinquishing control of the situation to the curvaceous German sexpot once again.
‘We saw Jemima’s breasts naked today,’ Uschi explained to Sarah, whose eyebrows shot up in mild surprise. ‘Would you stand up please?’
Sarah set her by now half-drained wine glass on the carpet and stood up, arching her back and thrusting
her boob-tubed chest forth obligingly while Uschi and Roger inspected it.
‘It, um, they, um, they look about the same size,’ mumbled Roger. Sarah looked at the two of them in amusement.
‘Yes, but that could be the bra,’ Uschi said, stroking her chin. ‘Sarah, would you mind pulling your top and bra down so we can see your breasts naked please?’
Sarah spluttered a laugh, but Uschi gave her a look that was deadly serious.
‘Please,’ Uschi repeated.
‘Oh what the hey,’ said Sarah. She grabbed the hem of the top and bra under her armpits, and yanked the whole lot down.
It wasn’t the first time Roger had seen Sarah topless. There had been the time he had related to the group at Tempest Lingerie, where her—albeit sabotaged—clothing had let her down in the office. And there had been the time where she had turned her back on Roger to change her top, forgetting that her reflection was clearly visible to him in the night-time window. That first time, Roger had cum in his pants instantaneously, and if it hadn’t been for the session with Uschi in the toilets that morning he most probably would have done the same now. Sarah’s breasts, presented to him now with a candid casualness he could never have imagined before, were a dreamy vision of pillowy loveliness. They were high and round, and had maybe looked like Jemima’s ten years previously, but had now softened and filled out. They hadn’t so much sagged as expanded downwards, and were still admirably bottom-heavy, the soft pink kitten’s nose nipples impressively high on their ballooning swells.
‘What do you think?’ asked topless, busty Sarah.
‘They’re… beautiful,’ stammered Roger.
‘I mean, do they look like this girl Jemima’s,’ said Sarah with a wry smile. ‘But thank-you Roger all the same.’
Roger wanted the floor to swallow him up.
‘Jemima’s look firmer, I think,’ said Uschi, peering closely at Sarah’s bare breasts. ‘But then she’s only, what, twenty-one?
‘I hate her already,’ said Sarah, only half-joking. ‘Mine were like rocks when I was that age. But for a twenty-five-year-old I think I’m still pretty impressive. They’re a bit bouncier than they used to be, but look how far they stick out in front of me! That’s pretty firm now, isn’t it?’
The same could be said for Roger’s cock which prodded angrily at his trousers. Sarah’s soft, jutting globes were quivering mere inches from his face. If he released his dick he could easily coat them in cum from where he stood without even touching himself, so rapidly was his arousal boiling up between his legs.
‘Yes,’ said Uschi, squinting at the ample, creamy plentitude of boob displayed patiently before her. ‘Maybe they are firmer than they look. May I?’
Sarah looked at Uschi’s raised hand and rolled her eyes. ‘Oh go on then,’ she said.
Uschi smiled gratefully, and plunged her tanned fingers into the milky white boob closest to her. Roger suppressed a moan. The sight of a breast being kneaded by somebody else was the closest thing to doing it himself. So much information was conveyed regarding weight and density, painting an even more vividly tactile picture than the sight of an untouched breast alone. Uschi was indeed finding it more difficult than one would imagine to fully distort the shape if Sarah’s right tit, yet her fingers were still sinking pleasingly into the yielding milky surface. Sarah’s right nipple tightened and shrank to the pale, erect form Roger recollected from his previous encounter with it. It rotated and moved about as Uschi probed and squeezed the mound of tit upon which it sat so proudly.
‘Roger, aren’t you going to try too?’ Uschi said as she placed her other hand on the other side of Sarah’s breast, caressing it from both sides like a piece of wet pottery.
‘I’ll take your word for it,’ said Roger with an air of gentlemanliness that masked a very real fear of spontaneous ejaculation.
‘Well, I think we’ve found a match for Jemima,’ Uschi said. In fact it was quite apparent that Sarah, being a 36E as opposed to a 32E, was actually several magnitudes bigger than Jemima, but Sarah wasn’t to know that. The shape and density did at least roughly correspond.
‘I’ll get dressed again, then?’ said Sarah.
‘Hmm? Oh yes, of course,’ said Uschi, as though oblivious to the partial nudity. Roger’s dick calmed a little as Sarah tugged bra and tube top back up over her rounded bosoms. ‘You can sit down again.’
Sarah returned to the armchair and retrieved her wine glass for another gulp. ‘Well, that was something that doesn’t happen every day!’ she observed.
Roger and Uschi sat on the settee opposite. ‘Now,’ said Uschi, ‘To the roleplay itself. There was a particular incident that provoked the need for team training. Roger, would you explain to Sarah exactly what happened?’
‘With Ms Price?’ Roger’s heart thumped again. Was Uschi really going there? No wonder she had been so gleeful at the thought of telephone roleplay. Choosing his words carefully, Roger related the story of Helen Price’s exploding bra to a bemused Sarah.
‘Yes,’ said Uschi when he had finished, but that was just the customer’s version of events. Tell Sarah what really happened, what you found out when you went to visit Ms Price and her daughter. After all, that’s the truth that really should have been established over the phone without you having to go all the way out to Dagenham to see her in person. Right?’
‘What really happened?’ Sarah was intrigued now, and leaned forward, cleavage bulging voluptuously, a hint of pink areola peeking out of the similarly-hued top she was just about still wearing.
Roger cleared his throat nervously. ‘It turned out, Sarah, that this customer’s breasts hadn’t broken the bra alone. She, um, she had an accomplice.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘It wasn’t just her breasts in the bra.’ Roger was having difficulty saying this out loud. It was one thing describing it in writing for Nina, but here, in his flat, with a former colleague, the lewd words choked in his throat.
Uschi intervened. ‘What Roger is trying to say is that this woman broke her bra giving a titfuck whilst wearing it.’
Sarah was uncharacteristically speechless.
‘It would have just about fit her, but with a big fat dick up her cleavage, it didn’t stand a chance. Especially with all that rigorous activity, up and down, up and down.’
‘I see.’ Sarah said. Her expression was inscrutable. Roger wouldn’t have blamed her for getting up and walking out right now, but that would seem ridiculous given the fact that she had just allowed herself to be boob-groped topless. Clever Uschi.
‘So, Sarah, we want you to be that customer. We want you to phone in at an agreed time, we’ll put you through to the operator we want to assess, and then you’ll begin the roleplay. Of course, you won’t want to admit at first that the bra broke from being fucked apart by a thick, rigid cock between your boobs, but the point of the exercise is for Jemima to empathise and relate and to win over your trust and confidence until you feel comfortable telling the truth. How does that sound?’
Sarah, blank-faced, raised the wine glass to her mouth to find it empty, then twiddled the stem between her fingers. ‘You know, Uschi, Roger, I’m beginning to… I’m not so sure I…’
Uschi reached into her bag and drew forth a front-fastening Lacy Lady in midnight blue. She held it up by the straps, the cups swinging heavily before her own unfettered chest. ‘It’s a 36E. I brought it from the stockroom for you to try on.’
Sarah allowed Roger to refill her wine glass. ‘To try on? Isn’t this just a roleplay?’
‘We need you to be convincing in the role, Sarah,’ Uschi said standing and crossing the room to give Sarah the bra. ‘Jemima can’t know it’s a set-up, it would ruin the whole thing if she realised it was part of the training. Here, put it on.’
Sarah sighed. There was no point arguing with Uschi, as Roger knew all too well. She took another glug of freshly-decanted wine and placed the glass back down on the floor. This time when she tugged the pink tube-top and he
r own bra down to her waist, she did so without anywhere near the same signs of hesitation as she had done before. Roger tried not to let his arousal show, on his face or in his trousers. Sarah’s tits were very nice indeed. So plump and firm and buoyant. His balls ached to pay tribute to them in the most graphic terms.
‘I’ve never worn a front-loader before,’ the topless, wobbling-breasted young Irish blonde said, passing the undergarment clumsily around her back and wriggling her arms through the straps. ‘I didn’t think they made them bigger than a B-cup.’
‘You’d be surprised how far lingerie engineering is advancing,’ Roger said, keen to make a contribution to the conversation that sounded sufficiently technical and distanced. After all, Jemima wasn’t the only one being assessed on her ability to gain a bosomy woman’s trust.
Sarah gathered up her bosom with the cups from either side and compressed the whole lot together while she fumbled with the hooks. ‘After years of doing these things up behind my back I’m actually finding it quite difficulty doing it up at the front,’ she remarked with a quiet laugh. ‘Although, that might just be the wine. In any case I still can’t see the fastener anyway because my big tits are blocking my view of it!’ The hooks snapped together, and Sarah cautiously withdrew her hands. Her chest bobbed unsteadily before her in the dark blue bra. Her left nipple was peeking cheekily out from above the lace trim.
‘The colour suits you, darling,’ grinned Uschi, putting the busty girl at her ease. ‘And that cleavage! It works wonders for your boobs. Not that they really need a bra anyway!’
‘Oh shut up,’ mumbled Sarah demurely. The little smile which she couldn’t resist in response to this compliment told Roger that she was rather pleased with her shapely young bosom.
Uschi walked about, regarding Sarah’s chest from various angles. ‘Do you feel safely strapped in?’ she asked.
Sarah looked down at her chest. ‘Yes, I suppose. Oops, slipped a nip, though.’ She tucked the errant pink nipple back into the cup, and then gave her bosom a general shuffle with her hands to ensure everything was in its right place.