Shyly showing you my tits in the bathroom as a dare 🫣 Videos..

Shyly showing you my tits in the bathroom as a dare 🫣 Videos match pieces of the story! "You gotta do the dare," you say, looking down at my breasts. I instinctively reach up towards my cleavage and feel myself getting hot. "Now?" I look around the crowded airport. "Now," you reply sternly, eagerly. "I don't know, what if I get caught showing them to you?" "Come on, it'll be fun. Let's go to the bathroom. It's not like it means anything." I rise up from my seat, nipples getting hard under the velvet dress I'm wearing. I clench my ass as I remember that I didn't put on a bra or any underwear. I wonder if you'll notice, or try something else when you find out. We trek across a wide hallway towards a silver-framed bathroom door. I gulp and rush inside before any men can spot me entering the wrong restroom. We run into a stall and close the door behind us. The clang of flyers in the other stalls echoes around the steely room, the frequent locking and unlocking of metal doors splintering apart the silence. I fidget with my dress and giggle as I tease you with my cleavage. I bite my lip and prepare myself to be completely exposed to you. I know you're stronger than me, and I wonder if I could stop you if I wanted to. That feeling of vulnerability makes me wet. I quickly cave to the primal urge of exhibition, Knowing how dangerous this was for us. I quickly pull down my dress and show off my perfect, round, juicy tits. I look bashfully at you before smiling. "So, do you like them?" You fumble into me, crossing the foot of distance between us in an instant. Your hands are on my tits before I can speak, and a red blush of desire has flooded your cheeks. You look up to me, eyeing my lips hungrily. I feel your hand reaching down to my thigh, grappling up my dress like a you'd wad up a dish cloth. I know you notice my bare ass because a look passes over your face. Desire. Surprise. Instinctual lust. Like a wolf biting a hand on its back, you almost lunge for me. "I'm sorry," you whisper, trying to compose yourself. Your hands are squeezing my tits hard. You quickly let go and try to move past me into the washroom area. I step in your way, stopping you, then sink back onto the toilet. I lift my skirt and spread my legs open for you, leaning back. My tits loll together. "Why apologize when you haven't done anything to me yet?" Let me know if I should continue this story 😅😳