For Just in Case
By Dreamspinner and B. Dancer



Sales are a good thing.

With the holidays just around the corner,

I want a little black dress

For just in case.

I envision it sleeveless

So everyone can see my nice, toned arms, and it shall be

Mid-thigh to show my shapely legs.

The trick will be to find something that will not attract too much attention

To what I feel is

My too-small chest.

I pick out a few, getting a size smaller than I hoped for.

I do not know why of a dozen

The one that will be right is an 8

I think.

But I swim in the 8! I thought it would fit!

The tag says it's a 6.

But because it doesn't fit I

hang them all up.

Several LBD's are hanging on the door

Across the aisle.

We start talking.

"Someone else is having similar issues," I offer.

(She is in nice tight jeans,

Looks to be around my size,

Less her over-sized chest.)

Joking, I say "A once-piece dress has to fit everywhere," and she looks over
at me as if

I was the today's blue plate special.

She has on a scoop neck,

Showing her cleavage mightily.

"Yes, thank you," she says, catching me staring, "But these aren't the best I
have to offer."

I like her dress and say I believe it would give her adjustment room

If and when she needs it on 'special occasions.'

She agrees but still, "The size is too tight in places."

The tag is showing. It is a 2/4.

I am intrigued.

It doesn't take long before we swap our rejects and go back in our

Respective fitting rooms.

One of the dresses I have is because of its sheerness

And I can only imagine her in it.

"You look plenty firm enough, so why not save a dress size and go braless,

and if you are 'perky' concerned, you can get cover-ups for that," I say,

over the door.

She likewise suggests "You would look fine,"

but I counter with, "I would lose too much, what little I have,"

And, "I can use all the help I can get,"

I say, over the door.

I come out in the halter

She comes out in the sheer top.

Buggering our eyes out. Envisioning a halter bra where she is bare-chested.

I can see her shape.

The light is at just the right angle.

Her tips are rock-hard.

"The look is perfect on you, fit-wise and shows plenty."

"I can tell you have on regular panties."

"I have a semi G-string."

"You have a nice butt and the length shows off your legs. "Great legs, great
thighs, even greater calves!"

Using the wall for a balance, I show her:

I go up tip-toe and bend one leg back and bend over.

"Try it braless," says she, "The shape of the dress is designed for you!"

"Sure," say I, and go back in and come out.

To my surprise she is still standing there but has clearly lost her panties.

Leaning lightly against the wall with her legs slightly crossed

In my mind I took off everything.

Is she working on herself?

Got it! She is getting hot and bothered

Or is that in my mind?

Looking back in the mirror but only leaning on the wall.

"Oh, not going to show me your awesome legs again?"

And I think I hear "I'm ready this time."

Shows a profile then and I have to admit,

Her dress cut and shape has enough of a pad shake out front it does not look
bad.

The back is faltering and the side is cut high.

Not a bad thing.

I feel my back is nice.

I am about to say, "I need some heels,"

When I hear a scuffle and she comes over slow

"Try it with these," says she, kicking out of hers.

In her heels, not sliding the strap on but easing my toes in

and intensely balled toes gripping the toe box

makes for a really hard tense on my calves.

Uncrossing her legs (Really, crossing them),

I can see plainly through her own long black dress

Her thighs, tight and defined.

"Wow, now that is a body."

She leans back against the wall, her back, and her dress scooping down

She bends forward.

Her cleavage is massive and as she bends,

I catch just a touch of her nipple and of surely,

Two hard jugs and I see her legs working slow left to right.

Forward and up on my toes,

Moving my hard back and interlocking my fingers

I give my arms a nice little tense.

Just enough to let her see.

"And I thought your legs were nice!" says she.

I point out her own arms and almost as if that was what she was after,

she leans back with arched arms at an angle and gives me a real nice look.

Hers are larger in size than mine, but equal in definition.

The inner head is a nice upward arch and the inner fold is surprisingly
well-formed.

The saw and deepness are pronounced.

"You have better arms than me," say I.

"I'd usually agree," says she.

"But not this time. That is, in this case I'm just not sure."

Has she really perked up her right and 'fisted' to draw up the muscle?

Maybe even split a little and a touch of vein look.

Looking over at hers and as the flex tightens,

Across her nipple and chest

Really showing them off.

"I will get the other dress."

A slatted lattice stripe front, and deep V shapes in lavender.

"I bet that will show cleavage," says she.

"And, it is sleeveless."

"What about me?" says she, fishing.

"This one is short^×shows off your legs, your typical thinner calves, but
defined larger thighs. Again, defined. Not bad. Balance. With that huge
chest!"

The strap lattice front,

My eyes bug out to see breast above and cleavage around the lattice

Stretched out.

Pressed out by her huge chest.

"That is perfect, you're not even dressed."

"You gave me the ideas."

"You sure got the most!"

"Why not?"

She presses her arms in

Presses them to the lattice front.

Curls her arms and forms nice little tight shapes.

"Yeah, man. Got them too."

Me in my scooped front

I feel with a bra, well...a half bra will be just

Great for me,

"Gives me a decent cleavage."

"Loosen your bra."

(She is trying to check out my tips. Or is her interest in the smooth flat
chest?)

There is no one around,

Turning and backing up to her hand,

She unzips me and I tug off the bra quick and bend my arm making a point to
give her a little back arm flex.

"Better than mine by a lot,"

I feel a slight touch across both.

"Mmmm. Nice triceps and biceps."

She pats under my arms and pats the back and pats the top.

I do a little arm flex and feel my chest come up too.

"Very nice," says she, as the touch gets intenser.

"Stop that! Your body has got me steamy," say I, taking the skirt and using it
as a fan as if to say, "Well..."

As if to show me proof and then realizing maybe I was not that type.

But motioning her back,

Pressing on her back with my butt and reaching back with my arm around her.

Her hand sneaks over forward then up on my bi's tight

We go back in.

In mid-room we stand uncertain,

I do not have to urge her as she is feeling along my arms soon after

She wants them raised up and her fingers feel more deeply, soothing soft,

Yet firm along the back and over the top.

My butt tight on her she opens her thighs,

But we soon realize we're wearing dresses

We might not want to buy!

"This is not the best idea!" we say with one voice.

Out we step and hang them up

But this time she eases me to face her.

Chest bare, her breast are firm.

"Implants?"

"I am not normally this hard and not normally this large!"

Aroused, she points and gives them rubs

Only further swelling the nipples

And she even taps them a little to a gently soft moan.

Not ever having felt 'not naturals'

I am not sure and sense that if anything, I can be rougher than usual.

"Both sensitivity wise and well...I like it."

She is a little taller than me

I have to go up on my toes and work up into her

With her back against the wall.

Not long after, she is wet, hot, and jerking

Hands tight on me and tongue tonguing a breast.

Working up into her on my toes feeling numb

My tight tits but tender calves.

Easing into over, first, left, nipples and really sucking her

Her gripping my arms and easing over slightly.

She has a perfect view of my butt and thighs and calves in the mirror.

As if reading my mind she comments: "Both. Though either would have gotten me
off," and eases back and does the W pose for me again.

Up, still sucking on her and feeling the point,

She curls her hands to tight fist perking her deep front muscle folds.

I feel along them and she seems to understand:

Stand peak, soft peak, soft action.

Soon has us tight together,

heaving.

Muscle is perfect not to bring, not too small, very tight and very...well,
nice.

Her front fold deepens and expands as she flexes.

I press up and into her

She still is glued to the mirror and I go as high as I can on my toes work up
and down both on her and into her arms.

"Well, if you like that..."

She reaches behind and takes her hands together and grips them

I watch her shift over and soon she has her breasts intently raised and
falling:

A titty dance.

I cannot take it anymore and encourage her.

She eases her left leg over

I straddle it and am so 'on her'

I am not sure how many Os I have or was it just one huge one?

Her breasts tighten up, showing more her defined edge of her implants then
relaxed but the action thickens her cleavage.

Implants, but over that is sure, nice muscles, too.

"Over on my chest, feeling the nice muscle but the hard, firm, forms, too."

I finger it,

She eases down, down, down.

Her hands ease my right leg over and out

I ease back against the wall for balance and ease up on my toe.

Stroking my calves tensed with breasts and working her body hard jerking back
and forth she motions me to press on her,

One hand comes up feeling on my thing

"I need help, I guess," but feeling my own hard as her hand let my tight hard
cramps

As thigh and hard as my pulse, thick.

"My calf muscle is rubbing between your breasts!" I yell, astonished.

My leg is off the floor and I rotate my foot,

Fluttering the balled up calf muscle.

"That really accentuates the inner calf lobe!"

She offs me down and up arching back and forward, her breasts across me

Her entire body seems to all but vibrate.

"Oh, God, that is unreal!"

Over on my calf, thighs, feeling every shape and down her nipples in rubbing
deep on my hard throbbing dent.

Calves fatigued,

Cramping and losing the full shape and ability to tense it

Thighs so swollen I am sure they have gained some.

She flutters it with her hands, then her breasts, as if that was "All done."

Myself, I am still off my own hard come,

Working my left leg, wigging and jiggling, trying to get in good hard times'
back as she's straddle-wise across my right,

Bending my legs a little, has her fingers over along the back,

Accentuates it, but this time flat on the floor.

Suggesting, "Not combine this," I ease up on her soon and my leg between her
breasts

Make her not too tense.

"Oh, God!"

I watch her chest dance and arms!

She soon has her breasts intently dancing on me!

I am cramping my calf muscle in time to her hard jiggles.

Her breast settles around my calves

Her tits jiggle and raise

I can feel the motion on my calves.

More than fingertips, less than hands,

It is so warm and sexy.

Her legs are apart and she is soaking

She is using my leg like a pole, leaning back and using her chest forward on
my leg.

Her hard nipples poke and stroke my calf.

We both get off. And off. And off.

Later, after, we dress, she says, "I had not ever had an 'off' (as I call it)
and harder than that, ever. Ever, ever, ever."

She's dressed, in a top but bra-less

I can see her areolas slightly showing and her two massive hard tips

Still happy, erect, and firm.

I can see right through her top.

I can.