Busty Amber Ch. 16

All characters in my stories are aged 18 and over and whilst there may sometimes be conversations that involve people casting their minds back to when they were younger, active sex is NOT a feature of those past times. In the UK, the legal age of consent is 16 but any sexually active characters in my stories are aged 18 and over.

This chapter will mostly flit back and forth between where Amber spends the majority of her day and where Jonathan spends his. The breaks between location will be indicated by this : ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

PLEASE NOTE (as mentioned in my bio) that some chapters will have very little or no sex included whilst they set out and impart information needed for further chapters. I would say that in terms of my usual writings, this is one of those chapters. If you're in the mood for a lot of sex, you might want to bypass this chapter.

"We've got about another hour and we should be there." Coleen looked down at the sat nav and smiled. Driving was a pleasure when the roads were clear and flowing. Although this was Amber's day, she herself felt almost as excited as her daughter and Sophie, who were giggling in the back of the car. Of course, she and Keith were initially horrified that Amber had accepted Jonathan's marriage proposal on Christmas Day, their only daughter at age 18 was going to marry a man in his 60s! Coleen's first reaction had been disgust, thinking that Jonathan must be coercing her in some way and just wanted to play around with their beautiful daughter before moving on to another 'conquest'. Her husband's reaction - like hers - had initially been concern but then seemed to drift into resignation as he saw how resolute his daughter was in terms of how much she thought of the man. He and Coleen had had numerous chats about the situation and despite his dislike of Jonathan (a mixture of envy and what he felt was the man's inherent arrogance), he'd convinced her that their daughter must be able to make up her own mind and that even if things didn't work out longer term, it was a lesson that Amber must learn for herself and something that they - as parents - should not interfere with. "We all have to make our own mistakes," he'd said to his wife.

Today, with all the heartfelt discussions behind them, Coleen was looking forward to taking what she felt was the first real step towards the wedding arrangements - organising their outfits. Of course, Amber's wedding dress would take centre stage but there would also be Sophie's bridesmaid dress and her own 'Mother of the Bride' outfit. She hadn't had an occasion to dress up for years and felt unusually excited about it. Amber had said that the place they were going to billed itself as a 'one stop shop' for all things wedding related and it had a large showroom attached with everything from table ornaments and favour boxes to balloon displays and even information on dove releases.

"Oh Amber! You did bring your trousseau didn't you?!" Coleen really didn't want to have driven as far as she had already to find out that Amber didn't have everything she needed.

"Mum! You watched me put the box in the boot!!" She and Sophie giggled.

"Oh?! Did I? Uh, sorry. Just excited I suppose."

"Excited? I'm the one getting married Mum!"

"Yes, I know that but it's a once in a lifetime opportunity to be a 'Mother of the Bride' and I'm gonna enjoy it!" Coleen glanced back at the sat nav as a beep warned of some traffic ahead on the route.

Sitting in the back seat, Amber and Sophie were looking at dresses on Sophie's phone. Sophie too was feeling excited at the thought of being bridesmaid to her best friend. In the first few days following Jonathan's marriage proposal, they'd had some quite 'heavy' phone chats about whether Amber was sure she was doing the right thing in marrying a much older man. Sophie had reminded her that her own boyfriend - Jayden - was only 22 and that they shared fantastic times together and sex was a lot of fun and that she felt Amber was too young to get married. She'd also reminded her that as a much older man, it was likely that Jonathan's energy levels and sex drive would flatten out pretty quickly at a time when Amber would be coming into her prime and wanting a good level of intimacy. At the time, Amber had just told her that everything was 'fine in that department'. She never spoke about her own sex life. Not because she felt she couldn't trust her friend, not at all but anything to do with sex she just found extremely embarrassing. Even the thought of admitting that she liked it sometimes was not something she would ever do. To Amber, sex was something that occurred in a long term relationship and was just one aspect of it. Whilst she would be the first to admit to herself that Jonathan's sex drive was way more powerful than her own, she felt that it was just one of a few differences they'd be likely to come across in their lives together and that they'd learn from and compromise with each other. Give and take - as all relationships should be.

Sophie continued pointing out various bridesmaid dresses to Amber. The colour scheme of the wedding was to be white and baby blue and Amber had told her friend that as long as the colour fitted, she could basically choose whatever style she wanted. Sophie was pleased. She was already a confident girl, much more confident than her shy best friend but her confidence levels had increased further since she'd moved into a C cup bra. Being a sporty girl, she'd always had a lean figure with puberty leading her to sprout firm, puffy B cup breasts however, since she'd started dating her boyfriend, her boobs had gradually increased in size and she now wore a 30C bra. If there was one thing she'd always envied about her friend, it was her breast size. Not that she thought she could've coped with a bust as large as Amber's as it didn't really lend itself to a lot of sporting activity but just a couple of extra cup sizes would have been nice. Jayden had never once complained or made comparisons between her and Amber. He enjoyed her firm, pointy tits that just stuck out from her chest permanently, with no movement. That said, both he and Sophie were currently enjoying her sexually induced increase in cup size as Sophie felt freer to wear more 'fun' clothing when they were sharing intimate time together and with the added subtle bounce that her larger breasts now had, they were finding themselves both enjoying even better sex than they'd had previously. Sophie was looking forward to choosing a dress that showcased her new, slightly more voluptuous figure.

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"Sandra, Brian Jenkinson will be here at some point this morning as we've a lunch meeting lined up. When he arrives, could you send him straight through to my office and then book a taxi for midday to go to the station please?"

"Yes, Jonathan, I'll organise that, no problem."

As he strode down the corridor, Jonathan stuck his head into the reporters office, beckoning Terry to come with him.

"Cheers Terry, take a seat," Jonathan walked round to his chair, ignoring the sound of a message in his phone. "Brian and I are off to Carsons at lunchtime to do a 'mystery shop'. Have a bite to eat, a couple of drinks, get the vibe of the place. That'll give us all the info we need to be able to write a decent and unbiased review. They're obviously making good money but Amber seemed to think they were a bit sexist, only employing women I suppose?"

"Mmm, yeah. She's half right."

"What d'you mean HALF right? I told Amber they'd have trouble doing that, you know with rules on job ads and everything these days."

"Yeah, that's right. Apparently they interviewed getting on for 130 people and although their ad couldn't stipulate anything specific, they only selected certain people for their waiting on roles."

"Certain people? That's where the women come in then I'm guessing?"

"Err... yeah and um..."

"What? Something else?"

"Well yeah, you'll find out for yourself later on when you go but they're all female, all students and um... they've all got big..." Terry made cupping gestures against his chest.

"Big tits!?" Jonathan was always direct.

"Yeah. Big tits." Terry felt like smiling but forced it away as he didn't want it to seem to Jonathan like he was a perv or have him think that he might have acted in any way unprofessionally on the day he visited there with Amber. Unusually for him, he felt some heat in his cheeks as he remembered Sharonda and how the gorgeous girl had let him play with her amazing rack that day.

"So, you're telling me that all the girls that work there have got big tits? Yeah but what do they consider big eh? Big and natural isn't that easy to come by these days with so many having surgery and faking it."

"Trust me Jonathan, they're all a minimum DD cup and all natural. It's part of their policy, Mike's wife was telling me about it."

"What, and they're all students? All young?"

"Yep, all aged between 18-22 and all working around their studies. The two we interviewed, one of them was studying business and the other one was doing a counselling diploma."

"And the ones you interviewed? Stunners?"

"Oh God mate, the girl who showed me their function room, you should've seen her - Sharonda."

"Brought out the animal in you did she? Ha!"

"Honestly, absolutely stunning mixed race girl, 18 years old. Fucking interview was basically impossible, I'm not kidding you, she sat there in this vest top and no bra underneath!"

"They don't wear bras there!?" Jonathan started feeling heat in his groin.

"Oh yeah, no it's the rules, they have to wear bras when they're working but she'd just arrived and was in her own clothes. Hadn't changed into her uniform yet."

"Nice tits I'm guessing?" Jonathan smiled broadly.

"Nice? Nice!? Bloody hell - F cup!"

Jonathan's grin didn't subside, he had his own permanent access to a set of F cup tits so knew just how Terry must've felt.

"28F, and - pardon my French - the fucking nipples on it!"

Jonathan noticed Terry's expression had changed to quite a serious one, a look he recognised in men when they were confronted with a set of shapely big tits. 28F! A girl with breasts as big as Amber's but who was slimmer than she was. If only for the entertainment factor, Jonathan felt he needed to see the girl for himself. Naturally, Terry had kept quiet about the fact that he'd actually had his hands on both Sharonda's and Amber's stunning young tits that day.

"Hmmm, well, I'm quite looking forward to lunch now. Should be interesting. Thanks Terry. I'll err... let you know how it goes."

Terry headed back to the reporters office leaving Jonathan thinking about his lunch meeting with Brian, the two of them being surrounded by busty young girls. Now he knew what the form was there at Carsons, much as doing a 'mystery shop' would be the perfect way to find out how they really operate, it would also mean that at some point after lunch, he'd have to reveal his true identity and therefore he and Brian wouldn't be able to be their usual lecherous 'bit of fun' selves. He considered that perhaps the day Terry and Amber were there was a one-off. Maybe they'd got a handful of girls with good figures who they'd drafted in knowing that the local paper was going to be there and on any other day, it would be pot luck which waitresses were on shift.

Anyway, he hadn't been out on a business lunch for some time and regardless of where they were, he and Brian always had a good laugh when they were together.

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"This looks like the place." Coleen steered underneath a huge pagoda type arch with a large sign above it, 'Stevenson - Wedding Suppliers of Distinction'.

"This is it! This is it!!" Amber squealed. "Oh my God, it's massive!!"

All 3 of them looked out on the most beautifully laid out gardens within which had been placed small blocks of parking spaces. Old fashioned fingerboard signposts pointed to various areas; Dresses, Decor, Event Dressing, Gifting, Photography, Restaurant. There was almost too much to look at and all 3 of them thought it looked incredibly exciting.

"Look, there's a restaurant here! We can have lunch. Make a day of it." Coleen stepped out of the car, reaching back in for her coat. The bright sunlight through the windscreen had made it feel a lot warmer than the January day truly was. Amber and Sophie (both dressed for comfort in joggers and t-shirts), pulled on their hoodies, zipping them up against the chill in the breeze. Opening the boot, Coleen lifted out the box that contained the corset, stockings and knickers that Jonathan had bought for Amber for Christmas.

"Well, I think we should sort Amber's dress out first. It's her wedding day and the bride must come first." Coleen smiled, placing a hand on Amber's back as she and Sophie stepped through the large doors. Looking up at the ceiling, they followed the hanging sign directions to the dress area, all the time staring open mouthed at what they were walking past; amazing balloon arches, sumptuously dressed tables, row upon row of different types of hat. After walking for what seemed like quite some time, they reached a further set of large doors with a sign on a podium outside - 'Dress Area. Please enter and wait for an assistant.'

"God, it's SO exciting!" Coleen rubbed her hands together, so eager was she to see her beautiful daughter in a wedding gown and to choose her own outfit. Pushing the doors, they entered the next area and waited for somebody to come.

"It's really quiet here, not many people about. I'd have thought it would be busier?" Sophie mused, peering around to see if she could see any bridesmaid dresses.

"That's because it's a work day. Weekends are heaving here! How can I help you all?"

The three of them turned to see a tall woman who looked to be in her early 30s. She was beaming at them and had one of those smiles that just made you feel like you'd known her forever. Coleen spoke up first...

"Oh hi, yes, my daughter here (she took hold of Amber's arm and drew her closer) is getting married in just over 3 months and we're looking for her wedding dress, an outfit for me and her lovely bridesmaid here. I think she brought some pictures didn't you darling?"

"Yes, I did." Amber reached into her pocket, fumbling for the page that she'd torn out of the wedding magazine.

"Well, whilst you're looking for those, let me tell you a bit about how we do things here." The woman smiled. In the same way as the rules at Carsons were strictly that customers must be made to feel welcome and attended to at all times, Stevenson's also had that ethos. Only staff who held weddings and marriage in high regard would get through the interview process and Janine (the assistant who would be helping them today) knew that a wedding day was the most important day of a girl's life.

"We've got dresses for everyone in this area, bridal gowns as you can see over there, then in the next section, bridesmaid dresses then finally, Mother of the Bride and other female relatives."

There were rails and rails of dresses further than the eye could see and all three were completely awestruck by the sheer size of the displays.

"Then for the bride to be, we have special rooms that we allocate for try-ons, this one will be yours."

They watched as Janine pushed open the door to a room that was easily the size of Coleen's living room, and they had a big house! The three of them gasped.

"All this... for me?" Amber looked around the room, completely overwhelmed by the beautiful decor, plus sofas, shelves, hanging rails and a completely mirrored wall on one side.

"That's right, and there's even a private bathroom for when you want a wee." Janine grinned and shrugged her shoulders. "You know how it is, us women always seem to need a pee at most inconvenient times."

"I'll second that!" Coleen chipped in.

"What's your name sweet?"

"Amber. Amber Collins."

"Right, I'll just go and make up the sign for the room door (it makes sure you don't get disturbed) then we can look at the pictures you've brought along yes?"

Amber beamed. "I can't believe this! It's like a dream! I never imagined it would be like this."

"Well, I think I'll go and look at the Mother of the Bride dresses if that's OK. I'm sure Janine will look after you sweetheart." Coleen held out the large white box containing Amber's trousseau.

"Oh, um... Soph, you gonna stay with me yes?"

"Oh Amb! I can't wait to get looking at these dresses!"

"Yeah but you said you'd be with me when I did the try-ons. I'd rather have someone I know with me."

"Oh, OK then but if it seems like you're getting on OK, I'll nip out and check the bridesmaid dresses out."

Janine returned, placing a handwritten sign simply stating 'Amber Collins' on the door.

"Oooh, it feels so real now."

"Ah, bless you," Janine smiled, "Are you going to stay with your friend err..."

"Sophie. I'm Sophie, Amber's bridesmaid. Yeah, she wants me to be with her when she tries things on if that's OK?"

"Whatever you want is fine with us. Now, shall we go inside Amber and you can show me those pictures you mentioned."

Both girls followed Janine into the room, sitting on a plush, dark blue velour sofa with Janine opposite them in a matching chair.

"Ah yes, these ones." Janine looked at the pictures. "These have been extremely popular since we ran the ad in that magazine. I'm not sure what sizes we've got left in these but I'll go and check. What size are you?"

"I'm a size 8," Amber spoke softly, suddenly nervous after what Janine had said that they might not have her size.

"I didn't even think they might not have the right size!" Amber whispered to Sophie as Janine left the room.

"Amb, it's a wedding specialist, even if they don't have the right size, they can alter it to fit you. I wouldn't worry. Most brides have to have their dresses altered because they have to be a perfect fit and what's the chances of finding a perfect fit straight off the rail eh?"

"Hmmm, I hope you're right. I really liked those dresses."

Amber's expression went from concern to joy as she saw Janine coming back in with 2 white gowns surrounded by clear polythene.

"Amber, I'm afraid we don't have your size. Like I said, these dresses have been incredibly popular. The column dress you like, we only have a size 6, which is this one."

Both girls stared at the slim, sheath of a dress.

"I mean, you're welcome to try and see if you can get into it. Take off your jacket a moment."

Amber unzipped her hoodie and placed it down on the back of the sofa.

"Oh no. No, that won't be possible." Janine looked at Amber's well-filled t-shirt. "I didn't realise you had quite a large bust when you said you were a size 8. D'you mind me asking what your bra size is?"

"It's 30F." Amber stated clearly, without equivocation. She never had any kind of embarrassment when talking about her body to another woman.

"Well that's definitely NOT an average bust size for a size 8 girl. You'd be looking at more of a B or small C cup."

Sophie knew this as she was a size 8 herself.

"What about the other dress? The one with the puffy sleeves?" Amber hoped with all her heart that the other gown was nearer her size.

"I'm afraid the smallest size we have left in this one is a size 16." Janine held the oversized gown out and it was obvious to see from how wide the garment stretched that it was way beyond anything that would look good on her.

"What about alterations? Could you alter any of them to fit me?" Amber looked at Janine hopefully.

"The thing is, we never alter upwards. If a gown is too small, it would mean we have to take additional material from elsewhere and try and patch it in. It tends to show and we find most brides don't like this as it spoils the look and feel of the gown. In terms of altering down to a size, we have a limit in that we use a 3 size rule. We only alter down by a maximum of 3 sizes and the dress we have here is 4 sizes bigger than you need. The reason we do this is because if we go any more than 3 sizes up, we have to cut so much material out of the dress that you're actually losing a large portion of the dress itself which in turn, means you're paying for something with a lot of fabric in it, only to cut loads of it out and lose it but the price you pay is still the same."

"Could you not order one in her size?" Sophie asked, desperately hoping her friend could have what she'd set her heart on for her wedding day.

"Actually, the sold out sizes are already on order. They've been on order for a couple of weeks but each one is specially made and they come from the Far East so although we like to think they'd be here before your wedding, we can't guarantee. I mean, you can take a chance if you want but then even if you get a dress that's in your size, it'll always need some kind of minor alteration so there would be that time to factor in too."

Amber put her head in her hands. She'd got her heart set on one of those two gowns and felt bitterly disappointed. This was why she'd come all that way to Stevenson's - for one of the dresses in the magazine.

"Look, we've got hundreds of dresses here and loads of stuff in size 8. Why don't you have a browse and see if there's something else you like. Obviously, we couldn't show everything in a magazine ad and we've literally got hundreds of other beautiful gowns. I can help you choose if you like?"

"Come on Amb, there's loads of dresses out there, let's go and have a look. It'll be fun." Sophie smiled and stood up.

"Oh, before you go, can I just ask, do you already have a trousseau - wedding underwear - because if you do, it's that that should really dictate the style of dress you choose. If you don't, don't worry, we've got more underwear than you can shake a stick at here. Something for everyone."

"Oh yes, I brought it with me." Amber walked over to the large box, lifting the lid and carefully folding the tissue paper back.

"May I?" Janine lifted the corset out of the box. "My goodness, that must've cost a small fortune!"

"Really?" Amber had appreciated the Christmas gift from Jonathan but to her, it had 'just' been a white corset.

"Oh God yeah. They don't make garments like this much anymore. There's only two places I know of in the UK that make these and they are massively expensive but then you're paying for the genuine article."

Janine ran her fingers down the boning, lifting the small delicate frill at the bottom to see where the 8 suspender straps were stitched into.

"This is made in the traditional Victorian style. Takes some getting used to wearing but looks absolutely beautiful on. It's an overbust corset which means it's totally customisable to your size and as you have quite a large bust, it'll feel a lot more comfortable than if it were a fixed cup and zip corset, one of the cheaper ones that are out there on the market."

"Aww, it's gonna be great Amb. Just have to find a dress to go with it now."

"I will say that you'd be better off with a strapless gown with an undergarment like this. Because it's a very tight fit, you want to find a dress that complements that fit rather than fights with it if you get what I mean. For example, if you were to wear one of those column style dresses that you showed me earlier, the outline of the corset and the um... shall we say... pronounced positioning of your breasts, means that you'd get underwear lines and possible bulges and it's just not a good look on a wedding day. Don't forget, you'll be looking back at those photos for the rest of your life! What you need is a strapless gown to work with your undergarment rather than against, if you know what I mean. Look, if you like, why don't you get changed into your trousseau and I'll go and fetch something I think would really suit you bearing the underwear in mind. I'm sure Sophie can help with the corset?"

Janine smiled across at Sophie, handing her the corset.

"Oh thank you. Thanks very much for explaining everything." Amber smiled, standing to undress as Janine left to seek out a suitable gown.

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"Jonno, you old goat!!" Brian marched into Jonathan's office, extending his hand and patting his best mate and business partner on the back as they greeted each other. "Where's that gorgeous piece of stuff of yours then?!"

"If you mean my future wife then she's out shopping for a wedding dress." Jonathan smirked. He and Brian had been best mates for donkeys years and business partners for most of those years.

"Still can't believe you're getting her to marry you, you filthy old dog! Right stroke of luck that is!"

"Nothing to do with luck. She might look all innocent and shy but she can appreciate the err... experience of a well endowed older man, ha!"

Brian fleetingly remembered the time in his car when he'd fingered Amber's tight little cunt. Not only did she look all innocent and shy but she felt it too! God she'd ended up sopping wet from what he did that evening.

"Older man, ha! You make yourself sound like some sort of 'gent'. 'Older pervert' you mean!"

"Takes one to know one!" Jonathan laughed, noticing the light on his desk phone that indicated Sandra was calling through.

"Taxi's here Jonathan."

"So, where are we off to?" Brian eased himself into the back alongside Jonathan who had decided not to tell him anything about Carsons. He thought it'd be a very nice surprise for him.

"There's a new place opened in town, we did a piece on it last week and they're now set to be one of our biggest advertisers. We're doing a mystery shop so having a quiet lunch with a view to writing an unbiased review afterwards so NO saying where we're from OK?!"

"OK. Sounds good. New advertisers always welcome, especially if they're spending big bucks with us."

Jonathan could see the bright building as they walked across from the train station. He remembered what Terry had told him and was now feeling quite excited at the thought of actually going inside. They stepped inside to a lobby area with a 'please wait here' sign. Within a few seconds, they were greeted by a very smiley girl...

"Hello Gentlemen, I'm Scarlett, can I help?"

'Blimey! Probably not in the way I'd LIKE you to help me!' Brian's thoughts were already on the wrong track!

Scarlett had long dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders and almost down to her waist. Dark brown eyes, olive skin and full lips that were slicked with red lipstick (Brian's favourite lip colour) made her look classicly beautiful. Her slender figure was clothed in a traditional black waitress dress that sat just on her knees. Her small waist was emphasised by a small white apron, tied tightly with ribbons that draped beautifully down the small of her back and over her backside. The black bodice of the dress had a deep scoop neckline which displayed her large, full bust to perfection. A good portion of bare cleavage was on view which both men could tell would easily be further revealed if she leaned over anything. She also wore a black velvet choker with a silver 'C' hanging in the centre. It's what Carsons gave to whichever girl happened to be working 'front of house' that day. Today was Scarlett's turn.

"Umm..." Jonathan was desperately trying but failing to avert his gaze from her ample bosom. "We'd like a spot of lunch please?"

"Sure," Scarlett smiled. "Have you booked?" She knew both men had been looking directly at her bust as soon as she'd greeted them but like all the other girls at Carsons, far from being made to feel objectified or awkward, she liked it because she knew from that instant that they were the type of customers that the business positively welcomed.

"Unfortunately not. Are you busy?"

"We're always busy," she smiled, "But I think there's a couple of people at a table who were just here for morning coffee so as soon as that's cleared, I can seat you there if you like. I'll just go and make sure."

"Jesus Christ!!" Brian nudged Jonathan's arm as both men watched Scarlett's heeled calves clack their way back into the main bar area.

"Big girl," Jonathan smiled. The contradiction of Scarlett's traditional and not overtly sexy dress set against her large, smooth, olive skinned breasts had roused his cock. He wondered what else might be in store inside or if that was it and Carsons always put their bustiest girl on front of house duty to help pull the passing trade in.

"In the right place of course," Brian added, his interest already piqued by his favourite contradiction - slim body, big tits.

"Sssh, she's coming back!" Jonathan hissed at Brian, not wanting to give the impression they were a couple of pervs (which of course, they well and truly were).

"Hi again." Scarlett beamed at them both. "I can seat you both now gentlemen. I hope a window seat is OK for you? Come this way."

Brian nudged Jonathan again, ready with his innuendo in response to Scarlett's last three words. Jonathan nudged him back even harder as they were led into the main bar area, trying to make sure his mate didn't actually come out with what he had ready on the tip of his tongue.

Two of the walls in the main area were plate smoked glass. They let in a lot of light and allowed customers to see out but anyone on the outside couldn't see in.

"Here," Scarlett leaned slightly as she pulled out the two chairs, affording both men an excellent view into her deep, cavernous cleavage. Jonathan's cock twitched as the combination of the view down her dress, the soft, striking beauty of her face and her smiling, overly helpful demeanour combined to make him feel like he just wanted to take her.

"I'll leave you gentlemen with our three menus, drinks, lunch and cocktails and one of our servers will be over in a few minutes once you've had a chance to peruse. Thanks for choosing Carsons for your lunch today." Still smiling widely, Scarlett left the table, heading back over to the lobby where more people had started to queue.

"Oh," Brian's face looked resigned. He looked across at Jonathan, "Sounds like she won't be waiting our table. How unfortunate. What a complete doll."

"I wouldn't worry too much mate, look around you. Take a look!"

Both men began to survey the area. Every table was in use and flitting between them all, various girls all of whom were young looking, slim and very busty.

"Jesus! Surely I've died and gone to heaven!? What is this place? I mean... how can... Fuck! Look at that! LOOK!" Brian nodded towards another table, eager to get Jonathan to turn around and check out what he'd just clocked. A fly on the wall would've thought they both looked ridiculous, sitting there open mouthed as they drank in the sight of (unbeknown to them), Sharonda's perfect, tight backside atop her long, slender legs. A small pair of tight, white hotpant style shorts clinging to her arse like they had been poured on to her. As she'd been waiting tables for some time, the amount of walking she'd done had pushed the lower parts of the garment slightly upward into her crack and a good third of each of her round, high buttocks were clearly on display. Her coffee coloured skin against the bright white fabric looking unbelievably sexy.

Jonathan swallowed hard, looking back at Brian. "Christ! All I need is a good pair o' tits on the other side o' that and I'm gonna be fucking useless!"

Both men resumed their appreciation of the 18 year old, mixed race girl. With her still chatting to her customers, she still had her back to them. Today her afro hair was piled high in one bun on top of her head. The shorts sat across her hips, showing off a very slender waist, her skin smooth and unblemished. She wore a black cropped top. Something similiar to one of the puffy blouses all the girls had worn on the German theme day.

"Turn round. Turn round!" Brian's words came out deep and husky. He almost wanted to touch himself such was the level of arousal that Sharonda's arse was having on him. Jonathan suddenly took a more serious tone...

"D'you know, in a way, I hope she's not gonna wait our table. I don't know if I could cope." He already felt like his appetite for food was fading as his appetite for sex rapidly overtook it.

It seemed to happen all at once. It was like everything was happening in slow motion...

Sharonda stood up, having taken the food order from the table of 3.

Brian and Jonathan stared, transfixed as she stood in profile, the puffy black crop top projecting well out from her slender frame. The stretched garment clung to her natural, slightly downward sloping breasts.

She looked in their direction, giving both men a broad smile and headed toward their table.

The movement of her bust beneath the little top was astonishing! Underneath it, her naturally heavy breasts bounced deliciously inside a mesh, strapless bra each time a stilletoed foot met the floor.

As she drew nearer the table, the neatest cameltoe Jonathan thought he'd ever seen became clearer and clearer, the puffiness between her toned, shapely legs almost shrieked 'eat me'.

"Are you gentlemen ready to order any drinks yet? I see Scarlett left you with our menus. I'm Sharonda."

Her smile on it's own told Jonathan that this was one very confident young lady. "Errr..." he looked across at Brian who was openly ogling the young girl's heavily tented little blouse. Sharonda was the 28F cup girl that Terry had told him about.

"Umm..."

Sharonda gave a little pout then resumed smiling. She knew that facing any customer today would be treating them to the view of her well filled cropped blouse and her perfectly shaped mound and she loved it. It bolstered her confidence and made her feel horny (something that her boyfriend always reaped the benefit of when she returned home from a shift). She could see that Brian was staring at her bust so turned to Jonathan, noticing his gaze quickly flip up from the delicate display between her legs.

"Umm... I'm really sorry, we haven't err... looked at the drinks menu yet umm... too focused on the food." Jonathan forced a half smile but couldn't look her in the eye, knowing what he'd just said was complete bullshit and that they'd both been sitting there wondering how best to deal with their early stages of tumescence in such a public place.

"No problem at all. Don't worry, " Sharonda smiled at them both. "There's so much to choose from here it can be hard. We've all the time in the world. There're plenty of us around so we'll check in again shortly."

Both men cleared their throats, glued to Sharonda's partially displayed arse cheeks as she left to attend another table. As they looked around, they noticed that all customers and waitresses seemed to be engaged in animated conversations. Apart from the outfits the girls were wearing, everything seemed normal and innocent and the vibe of the place was definitely a good one.

"Brian! For God's sake let's decide on a drink and food man. Don't know if I can stay sane in this place!"

"Bloody lightweight you are! I'll just have a white wine. Whatever! Any type." Brian's gaze never returned to Jonathan, so busy was he surveying the stunning young girls, sashaying between the tables.

Jonathan was feeling highly aroused. He remembered that Sharonda had been the girl that Terry had told him about and he'd mentioned she had amazing nipples. Due to the puffiness of her top and the black colour of it, no nipples were visible today but Jonathan could easily imagine what they might be like if her general breast size and shape were anything to go by.

"Hi. Have you decided on a drink yet gentlemen? I can always help you choose if you like? I know what's popular here. I'm Louise."

Another smiling young girl was suddenly beside their table, her voice finally drawing Brian away from his focus on Sharonda who had walked out of sight.

Again, time seemed to stand still as both men couldn't help openly appreciating the pretty server who had appeared by their sides.

Louise had black, shoulder length hair that had been highlighted with areas of pink. It was tied up in two bunches at each side of her head. She was pale skinned with somewhat heavy black eye make up and bright red lipstick.

The slim (and fairly short) girl was wearing an all-in-one white, stretchy leotard type garment with a very deeply scooped neckline which showed off what looked to be very large breasts, possibly comparable to Sharonda's but seemingly higher set on her chest (although they both figured that could be due to the white lace balcony bra which was clearly visible through her top). Over the top she wore a shortish, flouncy black skirt that had braces connected to the waistband. The stretchy, inch wide braces were worn up her torso, over her bust and down her back, connecting to the skirt again at the back. Jonathan noticed quickly that each elastic brace had been positioned centrally over each breast. From his side view of her, he thought the way that her breasts pushed the braces outward to be incredibly sexy, almost like they were drawing an outline of her body.

Her legs were sheathed in black stockings and the skirt was just short enough to show part of the stocking tops and the clips at the end of the straps of a suspender belt that she wore around her petite waist. Black, Victorian style, lace up boots came half way up each calf. She actually looked quite gothic and enticingly unusual.

Jonathan thought he couldn't take any more. He'd never been around such beautiful, busty young girls without being able to engineer that he'd be able to touch them or use them in some way. Whilst he and his cock were enjoying the titillation immensely, he felt the familiar urges that always led to him needing sex quickly and roughly becoming more apparent. He already knew he'd have to have a wank as soon as he was able to after leaving there and although part of him desperately wanted to stay, part of him felt he needed to leave before he tried to use his 'power and influence' to try and bag one of the sexy young girls for a quick session.

"Umm, can we just have a bottle of house white please Louise?" He wanted to get their lunch moving before he felt too out of control.

"Sure," Louise smiled. "Are you ready to order any food?"

"I'm sure we will be when you come back with the wine." Jonathan looked up at her and smiled. It took all his resolve not to stare at her large, bra covered breasts behind the fabric of her white top.

"Right, what d'you fancy to eat Brian?"

"Eh? Oh, sorry Jonno, I mean... how can a bloke concentrate in this place eh?" He nodded towards another table where a busty young blonde wearing white leggings and heels and a simple, plain black, low cut t-shirt waited on two men. She was leaning, pointing out things on the menu. They could see that both men were looking straight into her deep, bulging cleavage but they were also all chatting and laughing at the same time. "I think you've got it all wrong."

"What d'you mean wrong?"

"You're trying too hard not to look, to be a 'perfect gent', to not let it show that you're just a normal guy who appreciates a good looking girl. Just relax into it. They seem relaxed and happy enough here, they probably get a lot of guys trying to make err... 'conversation' with them. They're used to it. They're not gonna think anything bad of you for just being normal."

Jonathan thought about what Brian had said. Perhaps he was right? Perhaps if he allowed himself to relax a bit more, it wouldn't seem like such a fight between him and his excitedly springy cock. They quickly decided on the sea bass with salad for lunch.

"Right, one bottle of house white." Louise was back, smiling as always. "I'll uncork it for you."

Jonathan and Brian stared in astonishment as Louise bent slightly over the table and pulled the bottle close to her chest. Wrapping her fingers around the neck she began twisting the corkscrew with her other hand. The two men couldn't help but ogle the girl's large, jiggling breasts as she wrestled with the cork.

"Ooh, it's a bit stiff today." Her expression of concentration was totally focused on the bottle but she knew only too well where the two men were looking.

Looking straight at what she was doing, Jonathan thought it looked very sexual. The neck of the bottle being positioned directly in front of her generous cleavage reminded him of a tit-fuck and being unable to control his thoughts, he imagined what it might be like to slide his cock between her big, pale tits. He wondered if she were shy outside of the job she did at work.

Brian decided to test his theory out...

"I say young lady that that's a pretty sexy thing you're doing there, ha!" He smiled, looking at her face so he could tell if she were receptive to a bit of banter or not.

Jonathan shot him a look of disdain, despite his gaze quickly returning hypocritically to Louise's amazing breasts.

"Oh, ha!" Louise laughed. "It's not usually this hard. I don't think it wants to come out today." She grinned broadly at Brian who in turn, briefly looked at Jonathan and winked.

"Hmmm, well I can tell you it certainly IS very hard today and I'm sure my friend here would agree eh?" He smiled across at Jonathan, nodding, egging him on to get involved.

"Definitely. AND it very much DOES want to come out. I'm sure of it." He smiled, apprehensively. Perhaps Brian had just been lucky?

"Ooh, you two are naughty!" Louise's red-lipped smile fleetingly turned into a seductive pout as the cork was finally freed from the bottle. "There! See, it always comes if you work at it."

"So do I!" Brian remarked instantly, starting to enjoy the banter. There was nothing he liked better than teasing a busty girl with his (sometimes outdated) innuendo. Of course, all the girls at Carsons knew it was a large part of their jobs to laugh along with their customers and make them feel good and they all enjoyed it too. It made their shifts pass with fun and sometimes led to excellent tips plus all their customers left there happy and somewhat titillated. They never gave any thought to what those titillated customers might do with their resulting 'aroused' demeanours after they left there.

"Well, all the good stuff's worth working for isn't it?" She began to pour the wine, turning more closely to each of them as she did so. Her large, pale boobs looked like they might spill out of the low cut white top, the elastic braces from her skirt squeezing against the provocatively displayed flesh. Jonathan would have given anything to reach out and cup one of her ample young globes, his cock was becoming harder. Turning toward Brian, she began to fill his glass.

"I hope you don't mind if I pay you a compliment Louise?" He grinned, desperate to keep her talking as she finished pouring the wine. He didn't want her to leave the table.

"No, of course not," Louise smiled.

"You have an absolutely stunning figure my dear. Absolutely stunning."

"Oh, thank you kind sir." She responded with a mock curtsey and a playful smirk.

"In particular, your breasts are... well... they're incredible!"

Both men spotted a little flush of red creep across her cheeks.

"Hmmm, yes I have noticed you both having a little look." Louise pouted seductively.

Brian loved her response, grinning broadly and staring directly at her. Jonathan was quite shocked. He'd become so used to Amber's coy and dismissive responses to any remarks he made directly about her breasts that he'd kind of forgotten that there were other women who weren't as shy as her.

"I guess I can safely assume that you're both tit-men then? Ha! Have you decided on something to eat?"

"I think I'd be escorted off the premises if I told you what I fancied to eat, ha!" Brian glanced down at her stocking tops and suspender clips, imagining her smooth, upper thighs and the tasty, young delights that might await between her legs.

"Umm... we'll have the sea bass with salad please Louise." Jonathan cut in quickly, feeling that Brian might be going too far. After all, the plan was to reveal that they were from the local paper at the end of lunch and he didn't want to risk any detrimental reports from any of the girls about their comments. He needn't have worried as all the girls were used to hearing comments way more bawdy than those Brian was making but in the moment, he didn't know that.

"Can I just ask..." Brian began, "When you went off to get the wine we had a bet what your bra size is. I mean, tell us to get lost if we're out of order or embarrassing you but err... any chance of..."

Jonathan looked horrified!

"I wear a 34E bra," Louise smiled. "Lunch shouldn't be long, it's one of our popular dishes that." Walking swiftly away from their table, she knew that the information she'd just delivered would have both men drooling. She could feel their eyes burning into her back and knew they'd be clocking her stocking tops and suspender straps.

"Phwoooaaarrr! Fucking hell! What a sexy, open young girl Jonno!"

Jonathan nodded slowly. Louise had shared her bra size without equivocation, without embarrassment and in a way that seemed to indicate she thought it the most natural question in the world. His thoughts drifted to what she might be like in bed. He imagined the goth girl's pale, E cup tits bouncing as she rode him, craving his rock solid cock and riding him in a way that meant she got maximum pleasure for herself out of it.

In their own way, they were each wondering how on earth they were going to get through a plate of lunch when their cocks were so desperately uncomfortable in their pants.

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"Wow!! You look absolutely amazing! And we haven't got the dress on you yet!!" Janine returned lifting the polythene from the gown she'd picked out. "Now, you're welcome to browse and pick out anything you like but I choose this, just to get you started. I remember you mentioning that your colour scheme was white and pale blue and this dress just happens to have a pale blue flower in the centre of the bodice so I thought we could start with this one, just to get you in the mood and feeling special."

A wave of excitement washed over Amber as Janine lowered the back zip on the dress. It looked beautiful. The bodice was strapless and had a lace overlay which Amber liked. She loved the look of lace but was always wary when it came to clothing as by it's nature, lace was see through. However, the lace on the wedding gown was overlaid onto thicker, silky white fabric so the coverage was good. In the top centre of the bodice, the small, blue silk flower that Janine had mentioned and moving futher down, the bodice ended in a chevron shape, giving way to a very full skirt with layers of ruffled silk with delicate chiffon netting over the top.

"I don't believe it! It's beautiful! Soph, look at it!"

"I can see it! God Amber, it's better than both of those you picked out of the magazine."

"OK, let's get you into it," Janine smiled. She'd been dressing brides for nearly 10 years now and had a good eye for style. "Now, when you're doing this on the day, the way to put a wedding dress on is that you first carefully place it open on the floor and step into it, then your bridesmaid will help ease it up until the centre part is level with your waist. It's really important to get the waist part of the dress level with the smallest part of your waist so that the bodice goes on easily. Would you like to try Sophie?"

Sophie gently took hold of the middle section of the dress and began slowly moving it around to position it correctly.

"Sometimes, it's easier if you bend slightly Amber as it allows your bridesmaid to rest the back portion of the dress briefly on your lower back / backside whilst she gets the positioning right." She took hold of the fabric along with Sophie as Amber leaned slightly forward.

"I think I've found my outfit!!" Coleen burst excitedly through the door, standing in the doorway as Amber's dress fitting continued.

A couple and their daughter happened to be passing by the rows of dresses outside and glanced in.

"Um, would you mind closing the door please!" Janine's voice sounded stern as she addressed Coleen, the older woman quickly closing the door behind her. "I'm sorry but as you can imagine, we get girls in here in various stages of dressed and undressed and it's supposed to be a private space."

"I'm really sorry. Sorry sweetheart." Coleen addressed Amber directly.

"It's OK, no harm done. It's just important for us to keep things calm and perfect for our brides to be." Janine smiled, her and Sophie now positioning the bodice of the dress and starting to zip it up.

Indeed, no harm was done although the man in the couple who had passed by the open door with their daughter, did catch a fleeting glimpse of Amber bent forward and would cherish his memory of such a generous pair of tits bulging at the very edge of a corset.

"See, this fabric is stretchy so the bodice will always fit you and the lace overlay gives it that delicate look. There, what d'you think?" Janine gently touched Amber's shoulder, turning her toward the mirrored wall. "We'll need to pop a few stiches in at the waist but it's nothing to worry about, we have to do that with any bride who chooses to wear a corset under their dress because the corsets are designed to squeeze the waist a bit."

Amber stared at her reflection. The gown was stunning and she couldn't even describe how she felt wearing it. 'Special' was too basic. She felt like somebody famous, a royal queen from history. Just one thing spoiled it for her, with the tight corset underneath, her breasts were pushed up higher than they'd ever been before to the point that their prominent bulging made it look like they might spill out of the dress.

"Um, it's beautiful but..." she bit her lip before continuing... "I think I need more coverage up here." Touching the top edge of the bodice, she glanced at Sophie and then her Mum. They both looked quite blank. Both of them thought the dress looked stunning on her but they equally both thought that she was showing quite a lot of the upper part of her bust. Of course, she couldn't help it, she had naturally large breasts but they both appreciated that Amber would want to feel comfortable on her big day.

"You know, I think it looks like it was made for you," Janine started, "But, YOU'VE got to feel comfortable. I think a bride's wedding day is a chance for her to shine, to be totally different from how she would be on any other day so there always should be a little element of something unexpected but it's about striking a balance between that and you feeling amazing and relaxed on your special day. Give me a minute will you." Closing the door behind her, Janine set off for their accessories section.

"God Amber, you look stunning sweetheart. That dress is perfect."

"Mmm, perfect apart from here," Amber ran her fingers along the top of the bodice.

"I get what you mean Soph, but you need to think about it, you're marrying Jonathan right and not being funny, he's seen more than you're showing in that dress so it's not like you're being overly provocative. All the guests you invite will be family and people you know and care about and know and yes, they'll be admiring your dress but none of them are going to be looking there and thinking about how revealing it is. So who's left? The priest. Well, he's DEFINITELY not gonna be thinking anything about that is he, he's a priest!!"

"Sophie's right darling," Coleen went over and sat on the sofa. "I can't wait to show you what I've chosen to wear."

"Yes, but I want to feel comfortable. ME! I!" Amber's voice sounded almost like a child who was about to have a tantrum. She felt on the verge of upset. She so loved the dress but was also very conscious that she was displaying too much cleavage and hated that thought for ruining something she liked.

"OK, right, let's try this. See what you think." Janine closed the door behind her and walked smartly over to Amber. "These are pure silk and 2 inches wide. Now, if we add these to the bodice line look..."

Amber watched in the mirror as Janine placed a short string of white silk flowers across the top of the bodice. Just the extra 2 inches coverage made a big difference she thought.

"It would mean we have to take off the blue flower that's already here but we can replace that with this, what do you think?" Janine held out a delicately scalloped blue silk ribbon. "It'll sit in the centre here and will drape beautifully."

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! I love it!! It's perfect! Thank you! Thank you SO much!!"

"Aww, that's what we like! Happy brides!" Janine smiled. "Now, have you thought about shoes?"

"Oh, no I haven't."

"Well, we usually recommend white satin courts with skirts like this one. If you're OK with that, let me know your size and I'll pop and get you a pair to try."

"Size 5 please."

"Amber, that dress is amazing!" Sophie hugged her best friend. "You look awesome, really awesome."

"Makes me feel so proud," Coleen almost sobbed, the reality that her daughter would be starting a new chapter in her life hitting home to her.

"Oh Mum!" Amber beckoned her Mum in and all 3 of them held each other as Janine returned with the shoes.

"Ah, that's sweet," she smiled. "Now, how do these feel?"

Amber slipped her stocking clad feet into the shoes. The soles had extra cushioning and there was a soft padded ridge at the back.

"They feel fine," she smiled, turning back to the mirror to study her reflection again.

Janine proclaimed that the dress length was perfect and proceeded to take Amber's waist measurement for the reduction needed there.

"Right so we're taking 3 inches off the waist which is quite a bit actually but it's because of the corset pulling you in. And we're adding these silk flowers and ribbon to the bodice and removing the existing blue flower. That's it, we're done. Now, maybe if you want to get changed and perhaps have some lunch, I'll keep this room signed as yours and you can come back for your bridesmaid dress a bit later if you like. YOUR turn to feel special." Janine smiled at Sophie.

"Yes, thank you. Thank you SO much Janine." Coleen gave a thumbs up gesture to Amber and Sophie as Janine left the room.

"God, it's amazing here! I love it! Soph, can you unzip me?"

Amber changed back into her joggers and t-shirt which seemed painfully underwhelming after the luxury of the wedding gown. With her trousseau back in the box and the dress carefully laid on the sofa, the three headed off to the restaurant.

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"Sea bass with salad." Two beautifully presented plates of food clinked onto the table, piercing through Brian and Jonathan's thoughts which were totally consumed by all the busty young girls that were working the lunchtime shift at Carsons today. Every one they'd seen was a complete stunner and with tits most men could only dream about getting close to.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" Louise stood there, eager to see if there was anything else her customers needed, her back arched and her breasts thrusting youthfully out from her chest.

"Um... I've got terrible arthritis in my hands, you couldn't just pop some of that mayonnaise on my plate could you?"

"Of course! You'd be surprised the number of requests we get for that believe it or not. Quite a lot of our customers are older and they... Oh, err... I didn't mean that..." Louise's face flushed as she realised Brian might think she was saying he was old.

"Sweetheart - it's fine," Brian smiled. "I'm in my late 60s and I have arthritis. Fact. I just need a bit of help sometimes." Of course, Brian was lying, there was absolutely nothing wrong with his hands. He watched as Louise wrapped her fingers - adorned with black nail polish - around the mayo bottle and began to squeeze.

Jonathan looked across speechless as the mayo bottle, with the backdrop of Louise's vast expanse of pale titflesh, ejected the creamy white condiment onto Brian's plate.

"Tell me when to stop." She looked straight into Brian's eyes to see him staring directly at her breasts. Jonathan saw her lips form a pout as she continued to squeeze the bottle.

"That's too much responsibility for me, ha!" Brian chuckled and looked up at her face. She laughed with him. He swore he could see arousal in her eyes but knew it would likely be wishful thinking on his part.

"Then I need to take control and I think that's enough don't you? Otherwise everything'll be covered."

All Brian and Jonathan could think about was covering her tits with their own creamy coloured liquid. Jonathan's thoughts in particular envisaging both he and Brian wanking off over her tits at the same time as she sat and frigged herself, her stocking clad legs spread and the suspender straps sexily framing her young mound.

"There. I'll leave you to enjoy your meals and I'll be around if you need anything else or you can just get the attention of any one of us and we'll be happy to help."

"Christ, this place is beyond belief! No wonder they're making so much money."

"Yeah look, there's still people queueing to get in as well. Listen, we need to eat up and get out of here, I'm really struggling at the moment... you know." Jonathan shifted in his seat. It seemed like his cock had been semi erect forever.

"Oh, relax and enjoy it! You youngsters don't know a good thing when you're in the middle of it!" Brian grinned. "Anyway, at least you can go home and fuck your busty little Amber, what have I got!?" Brian's cock was also rather uncomfortable in his pants but his opportunities to be close to big titted young girls were a lot more infrequent that Jonathan's so he wanted to make the most of it.

"You've got that clip I sent you of her shining my shoes," Jonathan grinned. They'd found out early on in their friendship that they both shared a love of busty young girls and the level of trust between the two men was incredibly tight. They'd always had each others backs and felt comfortable sharing the numerous kinks of their big tit obsession with each other.

"Mmmm, yeah you're right. I've watched that a lot of times you know."

"Dirty bastard! That's my future wife you've been wanking over!" Jonathan chuckled.

"Ha! Ooh, listen, I must just nip to the loo."

Jonathan's semi was not subsiding as he ate. In fact, quite the opposite, thinking about his best mate wanking whilst looking at a clip of his fiance was just serving to stiffen him further. He suddenly envisaged fucking Amber whilst she had Brian's cock in her mouth and both of them reaching down to maul her swinging tits. Jesus! He'd never imagined anything like that before - two men and Amber. He knew it could never happen, Amber would never go along with anything like that. He knew from her reaction to any comments he might make about other men fancying her that she would think that sort of thing disgusting and wrong. He couldn't help himself. There was no way he'd be able to quell his ardour in this place. Catching sight of Sharonda not far away, he decided he had no choice but to follow Brian's more relaxed lead and he raised his hand and beckoned her over. Her broad smile, jiggling breasts and fast approaching cameltoe made his cock literally jerk.

"Umm... I'd like another bottle of house white if it's not too much trouble. Louise was waiting our table but..." He looked around as if to feign that he'd lost sight of the girl. In actual fact, she'd gone on one of the short 10 minutes breaks the girls had every couple of hours.

"Oh sure," Sharonda smiled seductively. She knew that whenever a guy started his sentence with 'umm' that he'd want her at his table first and foremost so he could appreciate her body with any food and drink requirements coming second. "Don't worry, we all mix and match across tables and if people want to tip (and I'm NOT saying tipping is expected at all) then they can just call whichever girl back it is that they want to tip and it's all good so please don't worry, we're all one big family here. I'll be right back."

Jonathan turned his head quickly so he could check out Sharonda's delicious backside. The lower portions of her arse cheeks were still on full view and just like Terry, he found the bright white of her hotpants such an erotic contrast against her smooth, coffee coloured skin. Brian ended up right behind her as she returned to the table with the wine. He'd followed her from the other side of the bar, not knowing that she was heading straight back to their table.

"Mate! You've gotta come and get a cocktail! You've just gotta... Oh... you've got more wine."

Sharonda smiled as she uncorked the bottle. The cork coming away much more easily than Louise's cork had but still delivering a playful breast jiggle beneath her cropped blouse.

"Our cocktails are very popular. They're not the cheapest you'll find but we guarantee they're the best. Maybe you'd like to try one after dinner? Anyway, enjoy and I'll be around if you need anything."

Sharonda knew that Brian must've seen Chloe mixing cocktails at the far end of the bar and she felt pleased. This was how it worked at Carsons, their customers were happy, animated, feeling free and the girls would always praise other aspects of the business knowing that it would likely mean customers spending more money there even if they lost out on a tip of their own.

"It's probably too early in the day for a cocktail to be honest Bri. Amber tried one when she came to do the interview here and she said it was great but if I'm gonna have a cocktail, it feels right that it's an evening drink not lunchtime when we have to go back to the office."

"I think you'll want one of these. If you don't, I will and you can come and watch."

"Watch?"

"Yes!! Look, I'll cut to the chase mate, the tits on the girl making the cocktails - I swear you've never seen anything like it!"

"Ha! Right! Says Brian who knows his mate is about to marry an 18 year old with F cup tits!" Jonathan smirked at his friend

"Seriously Jonno! Not being funny but I reckon she knocks Amber into the shade!"

"What?!! No!" Jonathan turned hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl Brian was talking about but the queue underneath the hanging 'cocktails' sign was so deep that he couldn't see anything.

"Why d'you think the queue's so long!"

Jonathan turned back to his plate, pushing the food to the edge and moving the plate away. "I can't eat any more, I'm just not hungry. I dunno how you do it?!" He watched as Brian eagerly finished his food and refilled both their wine glasses.

"How was your food gentlemen?" Louise appeared back at the table, preparing to take their plates.

"Mmmm, delicious! Don't mind my mate, he just lost his appetite. All you pretty girls you see. He's not used to being around such beautiful company and err... like you observed earlier, he's a tit man so he's feeling teased to distraction here, ha! Is it just coincidence that all you lovelies are err... shall we say very BLESSED in the bust department?"

"Complete coincidence!" Louise giggled.

For the most part, the girls were encouraged to be their happy, lively and engaging selves but there were just a few things that management had given them as scripted answers, one of these being that if anyone questioned how it happened to be that there were so many busty girls all in one place, the answer was to be that it was 'coincidence'. Ultimately, Carsons never knew what connections their customers might have and they didn't want it known that they went out of their way to only recruit girls who met their minimum bra size criteria of DD and dress size of 8 or 10. Of course, it would be glaringly obvious to customers but they didn't want to fall foul of any recruitment laws.

"What a truly wonderful coincidence," Brian grinned. "I imagine you get a lot of tit men in here then, ha?"

"Oh yes. Most of our customer's are tit men." Louise chuckled along with Brian. "As long as everyone's happy and having a good time, that's what counts."

"Completely agree my dear and I have to say, your E cups are certainly spectacular."

Jonathan's cock twitched. He was thinking everything that Brian said but for some reason, just didn't have his usual nerve to say it and felt somewhat annoyed that Brian was obviously relaxing and enjoying himself and yet he felt so up tight. Especially as the girls there all seemed so playful and open chatting about themselves and joining in with innuendo and 'bloke-bantz'. If he were completely honest, he knew full well why he was holding back; (a) in situations were there was open titillation around him, his animal instincts would take over and he would usually push things too far, (b) he would end up talking to the manager about their 'mystery shop', revealing his connection to the local paper and any 'over the top' behaviour or comments on his part might be fed back by any of the girls and (c) he was already feeling a confusing and puzzling mixture of heavily aroused and agitated and felt like he either needed to cum or have a fight with someone.

"Thank you kind Sir." Louise smiled sweetly and bowed slowly towards him, staying there for a good five or six seconds, her large, pale breasts bulging hard against the low neckline of her top literally just inches from his face which Jonathan noticed was reddening by the second. Damn! It was turning HIM on too much seeing Brian openly ogling her, something which he would usually have no qualms in doing.

"I think I'm getting a little bit TOO excited young Louise."

"We don't mind 'excited' here Sir. In fact, we all enjoy it. Does your wife have big boobs?"

"M... My wife?" Brian was surprised at her unexpected question. He stared hard, his eyes glued to her amazing young rack. "No, she doesn't," he answered truthfully. "Unfortunately, ha!"

"Oh. That's a shame." Louise pouted in mock sadness, briefly ran her hands under then over her breasts slowly and stood straight again. "Did you gentleman want to try a cocktail at all?"

"Not this time." "Oh yes, indeed!" Jonathan and Brian responded simultaneously.

"I'll leave you to it then. It's been a pleasure to serve you today. I'm going on my lunch break shortly so you might not be here when I've finished."

"Oh, err... please take this." Brian unfurled a £20.00 note from a wad he pulled from his inside jacket pocket.

"Oh my goodness! Are you sure? Thank you SO much gentlemen. Hope to see you again soon."

"Likewise darling." Brian grinned, enjoying the sight of her stocking tops and suspender straps as she left the bar.

"Fuuuuuuuucking hell!" Brian half whispered to Jonathan as he stood up, ready to head to the cocktail area.

"You've got a fucking nerve Brian Jenkinson. Filthy bastard, ha!"

"You're just jealous!"

"Too fucking right I am!"

"RELAX! I've told you several times, just relax and enjoy it! We're anonymous here. Just have a bit of fun. Come on - cocktails!!"

Jonathan stood up, knowing that Brian wouldn't let him leave without at least going and checking out the cocktails. Something he'd said suddenly struck a cord with him. 'We're anonymous'. At that very moment, they were. It dawned on him that he didn't HAVE to fess up at the end and say they'd done a mystery shop. He could tell management that weeks later if necessary and then everybody would've forgotten about them, they'd just fall into the anonymous world of every other customer.

"Right! Let's see these so-called massive tits then." Jonathan felt that Brian - being so excited in the environment - was almost certainly exaggerating. Both men made their way over to the cocktail area, where 19 year old Chloe was mid way through mixing a concoction for another customer.

"Jeeeeesus fucking Christ!!" Jonathan hissed roughly into Brian's ear. Not only was an extremely attractive young girl with the biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen in real life standing just a couple of metres in front of them but those stupendous tits were jiggling wildly just inside a frilly, low cut white blouse. Unlike the other girls, Chloe's uniform was always the same; tight, black pencil skirt, white, low cut blouse with a flouncy frill around the neckline and her waist cinched with a wide, black patent belt. The slim girl always chose a silky, white strapless bra to clothe her breasts which was visible through her blouse and her hair was always piled up in a messy bun with soft tendrils falling either side of her beautifully made up face.

Jonathan could tell at once that she was definitely bustier than Amber. Her full blouse overshadowed her waist both in terms of it's projection and how close to the wide belt her breasts seemed to sit.

"Dear Lord! Tenner says they're gonna bust out o' that top," Brian sniggered, nudging Jonathan.

"God, if only!" Jonathan just couldn't believe his eyes and the girl was so slim as well. "I've gotta find out her bra size. I NEED to know!"

"Ha! I know I said to relax but err... let's get a cocktail first eh?" Brian grinned and stepped up to the bar.

"Hi gentleman, what can I get you today? I'm Chloe." She flashed a large smiled at them both, her full, candy pink coloured lips looking incredibly seductive.

Just that extra metre closer made Chloe's breasts appear even bigger and despite trying his utmost, Jonathan just couldn't keep his gaze away from them long enough to make it look like he wasn't a total lech. Of course, Chloe saw his dilemma. She was used to it. It was a regular occurrence during her work days and brought in hundreds of pounds just in cocktail sales every single day.

"Tell you what, we'll have a couple of Margaritas please Chloe," Brian smiled, turning to Jonathan...

"Get ready for your trip to Mexico eh? What d'you say Jonno?"

"Err... yeah. Yes." Jonathan quickly turned to Brian and then to Chloe's face to offer a brief smile. He absolutely didn't want the young girl thinking he was a filthy old man but unfortunately for him, it was too late for that. She knew his type but there was never any loathing or ill feeling. She knew that a lot of the men who came to Carsons were lonely for whatever reason and it made her feel good that she could brighten the days of these men just from something basic like wearing a low cut top. Simple things.

"Ooh, you're off to Mexico soon then?" Chloe happily chatted whilst she began gathering the Tequila and other ingredients.

"Yes, yes I am. My fiancé and I are..." Jonathan paused, grimacing slightly at her and quickly looking away. He noticed how she smiled broadly and seemingly with a 'knowing, worldly wise' expression back at him. He would rather not have disclosed that he had a fiancé or girlfriend of any sort at that moment.

"Should be good." She smiled, watching his face closely as she began shaking the first cocktail.

Jonathan suddenly felt immense heat on his neck. Chloe watched as what looked like a rash began to spread upwards over his face. She looked across at Brian and back to Jonathan, the eyes of both men absolutely transfixed on her huge, bouncing cleavage, Brian's mouth wide open, and small globs of white foam just detectable at the corners of Jonathan's mouth.

"You've umm... you've got an absolutely stunning figure if you don't mind me saying?" Jonathan could hardly get the words out, he had no saliva in his mouth at all. Next to him, Brian had edged closer to the bar and had slipped his hand in his pocket, desperately trying to reach for his cock which was now almost fully erect. It needed nursing badly.

"I don't mind you saying at all! Thank you. Is this your first visit here? D'you think you'll come again?" Chloe finished the first drink and began to shake the second one.

"As long as you're here, I'll cum all the time." Jonathan tried to sound humourous with his play on words but even Brian would acknowledge that his words had sounded deadly serious.

"Aww, that's great. I'm so glad you like it."

"Oh, I like them.. err... IT very much." Again, Jonathan grimaced and shot Chloe a semi-fake 'I'm sorry' roll-eye.

"I'm glad you like THEM too," she pouted enticingly.

Their eyes met and for what seemed like an age but in reality was probably just 4 or 5 seconds, Jonathan and Chloe silently absorbed everything that the other's gaze was communicating. Both now wore serious expressions.

"There! That's two cocktails at £13.50 each so £27.00 please gentlemen."

"Here." Jonathan held out two £20.00 notes. "Keep the change Chloe, that was beautiful to watch. I didn't realise that cocktails were such an art form."

"Oh, thank you both SO much," Chloe smiled. I hope you enjoy the cocktails and oh... enjoy Mexico." She turned and walked into the store area.

Jonathan really wished he hadn't spoken about Mexico and mentioned his fiancé. Watching her leave the bar, he noticed her bra band through the blouse, stretched across her slender back, his mind being further blown (if that were possible) by the fact that it was obviously strapless. He wanted to see and feel the beautiful girl's huge young tits so much. His full on erection was just so painful and being in such a public place made everything feel more difficult than ever.

Brian took his hand out of his pocket and wished he HADN'T started pocket-handling his hardon.

Both men ambled back to their table marvelling at how genuinely good the cocktail was. The Tequila gave quite a kick for a lunchtime.

"I've never seen a pair of tits like that in my entire life," Brian remarked, his gaze frequently going back over to Chloe's section of the bar to see if he could spot her again.

"No. Me neither. Christ, what I wouldn't give to tit fuck that! Stunning fucking bint."

As the afternoon went on, Jonathan continued to lose all sense of trying to do the right thing and behave himself. Although his cock ached, he was so enjoying bantering with the busty young beauties there he just carried on and on, becoming more bawdy as time went by. Both men were feeding off what the other was saying to the girls and every single girl just played along with them. Of course, there would never be any touching or arranging to meet after work but the sheer, whole-body encompassing arousal was the most painful yet delicious feeling and there was absolutely no point fighting against it.

A third bottle of wine, more cocktails, Sharonda's partially displayed arse and Louise's pale, jiggling tits propped up the rest of their afternoon there.

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"That was like being in a really posh restaurant," Coleen rubbed her tummy, pleasantly surprised at the quality of the food and service they'd all just enjoyed. The three of them made their way back to the dress area. Coleen had already selected her outfit and Sophie knew the type of thing she was looking for but hadn't checked out the collections on display yet.

Janine appeared and suggested she go with Sophie to help her find a dress. Meanwhile, Coleen brought the outfit she'd chosen into Amber's assigned room and closed the door, her daughter relaxing comfortably on the sofa as she preceded to undress to show off what she'd chosen. It was a cream fitted skirt, the hem of which was about 6 inches deep and made entirely from flouncy cream lace. It ended just on her knees. For the top, she'd teamed it with a plain pale blue silk blouse with tiny fabric coloured buttons at the front. The collar could be worn fully buttoned up or open. To finish the outfit, a cream, short length box jacket, pale blue court shoes and matching blue pill box hat.

"Oh Mum! It looks amazing!" Amber got up and hugged her mother from behind. "And that blue just matches what I'm looking for for the wedding theme too. You look a million dollars in that."

"Aww, thanks sweet. I wasn't sure about the hat. I never normally wear hats. Are you sure it looks OK?"

"Yes, totally! Perfect!"

"Oh Coleen! That's awesome!" Sophie clapped her hands together as she and Janine entered the room, Janine with a pale blue dress draped over her arm.

"You won't believe this - a perfect colour match in size 8." Janine smiled, pleased with how everything seemed to be coming together for the party she was assisting today. She held up the pale blue dress. It was a full silk gown but unlike the thicker silk of the bodice of Amber's wedding dress, this was thinner to allow for movement and drape. It was a simple style with no embellishments at all. Delicate folds of silk at the front gave it a draping cowl neckline and thin, spaghetti straps trailed over the shoulder. The dress was backless and the thin blue straps crossed over in the centre of the back before connecting with the skirt part which sat very low down on the small of the back, low on the hips. The hem reached the floor. It really was a beautiful gown.

"Shall we try it Sophie?"

Sophie didn't need telling twice and positively ripped off her joggers and t-shirt. Standing in just her pink bra and knickers, she stepped into the dress whilst Janine helped place it correctly and position the crossover straps. It fitted her figure like it had been custom made for her. No alterations needed.

"I do love it SO much but, what about these..." Sophie pulled at her bra straps and pinched her knicker fabric through the side of the dress, rolling her eyes.

Amber had also been wondering about that. The dress was indeed beautiful but most of Sophie's bra was on show and there was a very obvious outline of her panties embedded int the silky fabric.

"You might've guessed that we have everything covered here! Literally!" Janine smiled. "That's why we're a one-stop shop. Here..."

Janine took a few packets out of her pocket and proceeded to unwrap them.

"These are all the rage now, not just for weddings but any occasions where we don't want underwear on show. This is a self adhesive bra. it's made of silicone and just sticks to your breasts. You position them underneath, lift your breasts and press it to stick, it gives lift and shape but leaves your back and sides free of any straps. If that doesn't feel right, we have nipple covers that just stick onto your nipples, they're made of silicone too and very soft. I have to say though, they're really only for women with reasonably pert breasts to start with but they allow a greater feeling of freedom and stop any nipple show-through so you can be confident you're not showing anything off. Finally, these are the latest type of knicker, well, they're not really a knicker, more like a cross between a g-string and... well, nothing really."

Janine opened the packet and took out an almost heart shaped, ice silk piece of fabric. "It's got super thin aluminium in here believe it or not and it's pliable so you just position it where you want at the front then bend the thin strip at the back into your err... well, your crack for want of a better phrase and it holds there. It'd be ideal for this dress Sophie because it's so low cut at the back. The last thing you want is g-string elastic showing above the dress, that would really spoil the look. They're all skintone too, all of these items so there's no chance of any show through. Obviously, we don't allow try ons of this item for hygiene reasons but it's really not expensive."

"I'll take one," Sophie preceded to slip the straps of the dress off her shoulders and quickly removed her bra. She had never been prudish or embarrassed about her body and apart from wanting bigger breasts as her and Amber's friendship had blossomed in high school and then college, she was happy with how she looked.

"See, your breasts are really quite perky Sophie so to be honest, you'd be fine without a bra but being realistic, I'd say you definitely need some nipple coverage, would you agree?"

As a direst result of Janine's comment, all eyes were now on Sophie's nipples. Her areola certainly weren't as wide as Amber's but unlike Amber's which were quite flat against her breast, Sophie's were very puffy, almost to the point of looking like a further, smaller, pointed pink breast had been stuck on the end of each of her boobs. They almost looked separate to her main breast flesh. Her nipples were always erect to about half a centimeter so her breast shape overall was very conical. With her recent transition from a B cup to a C cup, her bust was also fuller but still very firm to the point that there was virtually no movement in it. She made her way closer to the mirror, her breasts just sitting there, jutting firmly outward.

As the time passed, Coleen had changed back into her usual clothes, Amber had gathered up her things and Sophie (with Janine's help and guidance) had found out that the B cup adhesive bra was too tight and uncomfortable and yet the C cup, with it's slightly thicker coverage left a visible line at the front of the dress. She'd added a couple of packets of the nipple pasties to the aluminium g-string thing.

Janine rung up the bridesmaid dress, Coleen's outfit and the underwear plus a deposit for Amber's wedding dress and shoes.

"Amber, I'll ring you when the dress is ready after the alterations and then you need to book in to try it on again OK? Meantime, I'll pop our full catalogue in the bag as there's loads of other stuff in there you might want for your big day. Just give us a ring if we can help with anything else and thank you for choosing Stevenson's for your wedding."

"Thank you so much Janine and thanks for all your help, you've been amazing."

The three made their way to the car, all feeling like they'd had a full day out with an amazing lunch and feeling quite tired.

"Wish I didn't have to drive all that way after that, I'm bushed!" Coleen reached in her bag for the car key.

"You gonna be OK Mum?"

"Yeah, course. Just not used to wedding shopping eh! Actually, talking of weddings (again), what're we gonna do about your hen night Amber? Bet you haven't thought of that yet have you?"

Amber hadn't. There was already so much to organise, she'd completely forgotten that hen nights were a thing. Sophie laughed, "Ha! Yeah, you gotta have a hen night Amb, they're the BEST fun."

"Right, well, we should miss rush hour at least," Coleen finished setting up the sat-nav and drove off. Amber turned and looked back. She couldn't believe the amazing day she'd had there and was so pleased they'd chosen the place.

Their journey was mostly taken up with discussing a hen night venue and giggling at the little aluminium g-string and nipple pasties.

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The rest of Jonathan and Brian's afternoon was spent discussing and eyeing up the waitresses' tits, finishing the wine and topping up with several cocktails. Brian stopped at a second one but Jonathan had had three. He was 'merry' to say the least.

Later on, Scarlett had arranged their cab for them. Jonathan had decided that he wasn't going to seek out the manager and come clean about their 'mystery shop', definitely not - he wanted to come back to Carsons again. And again and again. He wondered why nobody had thought of the idea of a bar like that before. Certainly, if he had been asked what his 'dream' place would be to spend a lunchtime or evening, he would definitely say somewhere where he could spend time around busty young girls.

Neither he nor Brian were in a fit state to drive so had agreed that the taxi would drop him home and then carry on to Brian's. It cost around £150.00 which Brian paid. A small price to pay for such an enjoyable afternoon. Aside from the taxi fare, the expense account for the Carsons lunch took a hit of £280.00 in total including tips.

"I'll see you before you fly out next week mate," Brian patted Jonathan on the back as he stumbled out of the taxi. "Mind how you go there! Ha!"

Hearing a noise in the hall, Amber stopped preparing the paella she was making for their dinner and rushed to greet him.

"Oh Jonathan! I'm so glad you're back! I can't wait to tell you about today, you won't believe..."

"Mmmmm... Uhhhh... some ubba time darrrrn yessss? Oh, I... I've really miss... ma... ma... misssssssed you n I neee... I need..."

"Jonathan! Are you drunk?!"

"Dwunk! DWUNK!! How dare noo! I not dwunk. Why would I even bwee dwunk? Bad girl for saying... Bad girl. BAD girl!" The last 'BAD' accompanied a fairly hefty slap to Amber's backside, the soft fabric of her joggers not helping to cushion the blow.

"God Jonathan! Can you not have ANY lunch without getting drunk!? It's like the Christmas lunch all over again! I was just making us some dinner and wanted to tell you about..."

"Lemmie tell woo about what I w... wa... want. Look... p... put your arms up innair... in the air look... like thissss..."

Jonathan raised his arms above his head, wobbling slightly. Amber rolled her eyes knowing full well he wouldn't pick up on it. She hated it when he got like this. Admittedly, it had only been once but it completely ruined any possibility of sensible conversation.

"We're going M... Me... Mexico soon. M... Me and yoooooo... two - gevva! Ha!! 'Ere! Put arms up." He grabbed her wrists and held her arms above her head. Again, Amber rolled her eyes, standing there with her arms stretched toward the ceiling, wondering when his drunken demeanour would blow over.

"YEAH!! URRRGGHH!!"

Jonathan lurched at her, roughly pulling her t-shirt over her head and quickly up her outstretched arms. He grabbed at her joggers, Amber finding them halfway down her legs before being able to reach down and start trying to pull them up again.

"Jonathan! No! Stop it! You've just got in and you're drunk!" Amber managed to get her joggers most of the way back up again and moved quickly to the other side of the kitchen.

"I's not dwunk! I NOT!!" He lumbered over to where she was, grabbing hold of her wrists and pinning her arms to the wall above her, her breasts noticeably heaving with her quickened breaths. She began to wriggle, not liking being trapped against the wall and certainly not liking the strong smell of alcohol coming from his mouth.

"Jonathan PLEASE! Get off! I'm trying to make us dinner!" Still she writhed against him and still he glared at her heaving, almost pouting breasts as they rose and fell within the confines of her smooth, silky bra.

Of course Jonathan was drunk. Not just drunk but completely pissed. 3 strong cocktails and at least a bottle and a half of white wine pissed. He was also aroused. Highly aroused. Much as his alcohol fuelled behaviour was a direct result of his lunchtime over-indulgence, his mind was still sharp enough to be able to recall vividly and in great detail, the bounty of big titted young lovelies he'd been surrounded by at Carsons, in particular, Chloe, Louise and Sharonda. Fuck! Chloe, Louise and Sharonda!

He visualised Chloe's huge tits animatedly moving about inside her low cut white blouse as she made their cocktails earlier. He remembered that she was wearing a strapless bra. How the hell something with no straps could contain tits that size was beyond him. He didn't even know what size she was, she was just BIG! He remembered the crisp, white band of her bra stretching across her slender back. Jesus!...

"Ahhhhh URRGH!!" Quickly slipping his fingers into her bra, he roughly yanked the cups down, forcing her breasts to bounce up and right out of the garment. He glared at her large, soft areola. That's one thing he hadn't seen any of today. He figured that with Chloe's tits being as big as they were, she must have one stupendous set of areola. He imagined that he was looking at Chloe's tits, that he'd ripped her clothes off so he could feast on the 19 year old's incredible body. He quickly grabbed the waistband of Amber's joggers, pulling hard then using his foot to push them from her knees to the floor. He needed sex urgently. He'd been edging all afternoon and fuck did he need a release.

"Jonathan! JONATHAN, NO!!!" Amber fought hard to free herself from her squashed position between the kitchen wall and her drunk fiancé but he was too strong. She squealed in pain as his mouth (using too many teeth in his drunken state) clamped hard onto her left breast. Instantaneously, she felt his hard, eager fingers rubbing the gusset of her knickers. Jonathan sucked her tit like an animal, no tenderness, no care, just a raw and desperate need to use a big titted teen girl.

She felt her right breast being shaken hard, his hand manically wobbling the thrusting young globe.

"I need t' fuck your t... ti... I need to fffffffuck your tits! Oooh yeah! Fucking sexy young tits. Mmmmm."

"Jonathan, I DON'T want this, you hear?! Get OFF me! I'm not doing this when you're drunk!" It was futile Amber trying to get away as she didn't have the strength but that didn't stop her wriggling and twisting, trying to make an effort.

Jonathan stepped back slightly, still pinning her hard against the wall. Her thrusting breasts, now further swollen from his roughness jiggled with every movement and every laboured breath as she tried to free herself from him. He thought that her tits just hanging out of her bra like that looked incredibly sexy to the point of slutty. Taking both her wrists in his left hand, his right hand moved quickly to his belt and zipper, the sound of which brought tears to Amber's eyes. Every cruel situation she had been in up to this point always came flooding back into her head whenever she heard that sound and now here she was feeling upset and unhappy at the hands of her own fiancé. Yes, it had happened before but she thought they'd got past that now as Jonathan had told her that he would make an effort to have more control over his impulses. Unfortunately for her, as he'd been surrounded by happy and welcoming big breasted teen girls all afternoon, he was always going to need the most urgent of fucks as soon as he got in. He had no time for chatting and dinner prep, he needed sex. NOW!

Kicking his trousers and boxers across the floor, he pulled her over to the kitchen island. Amber noticed how huge and red his cock looked and just didn't understand how he - or any man - could be so ready for sex when doing something so horrible like this. She stumbled as her feet were kicked apart and she was pushed down over the edge of the unit. She felt him grip her waist, straightening her up and positioning her for his assault. He wanted to fuck her with her underwear on. Like he'd be quickly and illicitly fucking Chloe or Sharonda or Louise or in fact, any of the gorgeous girls at Carsons. Grabbing hold of her knickers, he pulled the fabric into a wedge, lifting it high and dragging it over her clit. Reaching down, he began to roll her sweet, young nub through the fabric. He wasn't aware enough to know that there was absolutely no wetness between her legs at all. Even if he was aware, he wouldn't care. Amber felt his hard, wet cock head pressing randomly into her buttocks as he reached round to her hangings breasts, slapping them and making them swing.

"Such bwig ffffff-king tits. Mmmmm, d'you know what? I reckon Brian's got a soffff spot for you I do. I mean, don't say anythhh... but he said that he's so tur... turned on by your TITS! He said they stick out so much and for such a young girl, they're really big and he said he's jealous that I'm marrying you. Thasss a rill compliment innit. You should fill pr... proud of yoursssss... yourself darlin'. He wants what I've got and... well... I sh... shouldn't tell y... you this but he's really got a th... thing for teen girls with big tits. Y... you'd never think it would ya. I f... felt so 'appy that I got you and he NOT got you, ha! I told him you got measured up for a pro... proper bra just as you st... started high school, uggghhh!"

"I HATE you Jonathan!!" Amber's words came out as sobs as his fingers dug hard into her breasts. "That was private information and you've told Brian of all people!" Her shoulders shook from crying as she felt him guiding his cock slowly down from the top of her crack, the air on her skin meeting his trail of pre-cum feeling chilly on her buttocks.

Jonathan couldn't process her words. He was in his own world, goading himself with his words to her and ready to give his dick what it had been craving all day.

"You're gonna get it now! Showing off your tits all day and expecting to get away with it!" Jonathan was of course, speaking to one of the girls at Carsons. He didn't care which one. His ability to speak a bit more coherently was starting to return. He would now fuck his young wife-to-be with more power than he'd probably fucked her before, equal, if not exceeding the force he'd used on their first date.

Amber was still sobbing, unable to remove herself from the pressure of Jonathan's hand pressing hard onto her back, keeping her wedged down against the centre island. As his wet glans pressed against her tight entrance she suddenly remembered something incredibly important.

"Jonathan! JONATHAN!! YOU CAN'T! YOU MUSTN'T!! PLEASE, GET OFF!! Stop it NOW!!"

This was NOT a good time to tell her sexually raging, out of control fiancé that he couldn't fuck her. It was indeed, a very BAD time. She threw her hips left and right, removing her slit from the path of his marauding cock.

"You'll fucking take it like the slut you are!" Jonathan hissed, pulling her hair, twisting it around his fist and yanking her head back.

"NO JONATHAN!! NO!!" Feeling his cock once again pressing into her soft lips, she knew she had no choice but to make things very clear. "You CAN'T do this! I don't want to get pregnant! I'M NOT ON THE PILL ANYMORE!!" She frantically thrust her hips left and right again wishing with all her heart that she'd had a conversation with him about stopping her pill before this moment. She'd put it off and was now regretting it big time.

"You fucking WHAT?!!"

Jonathan pulled away in complete disbelief and Amber seized the opportunity to move away, walking backwards towards the hallway, her mind thinking that if things got even more out of hand she could just grab her long coat and get out.

Of course, Jonathan followed her, his angry looking hardon pointing straight at her like a weapon. A threat.

Much as Amber wanted nothing to do with him after the things he'd said and what he'd done, she knew that it would be better if she tried to calm the situation rather than inflame it. She could save the argument (and by God, would there be an argument!), for a time when he was fully sober and she could have a proper conversation with him. For now, her primary goal was to NOT get fucked and not inflame Jonathan further. She'd have to put on quite an act...

"Jonathan look... you know I was following the steps in the church's guide for pre-wedding planning and I was already late in stopping the pill according to their guidelines."

"What the fuck?!" He closed in on her as she found herself almost against the coat stand. "So not only are you moving out in two weeks time but you decide to stop your fucking birth control before that!!?? What the fuck Amber?! Where's the fucking sense in that!!? What're you trying to do to me?!!"

Jonathan wasn't yet together enough to fully process the implications of what she'd just told him. All he knew was that right now, he was being denied a fuck. Right now. Right at this minute. Right when his cock was more desperate than he thought it'd ever been. Right when he'd been teased to distraction by the sexiest young girls at Carsons all afternoon. It couldn't happen. It just couldn't happen.

Amber was thinking on her feet...

"Look Jonathan, you KNOW I have to follow the rules and if I'd been really strict at the beginning, we wouldn't have slept together or done anything up to now, it would all be happening on our wedding night. I KNOW how much you like us to be together like this but just for a short time - after all the times we've already had - I can't. It'll soon be over and we'll be married and..."

"I CAN'T NOT have sex!" Jonathan threw his hands down onto her bare shoulders, giving her a shake as if to reinforce his words. This time, Amber felt his wavering cock nudging at her mound.

"Look, why don't you let me do something else that you like?" She forced a smile, taking hold of his shaft firmly and stroking it's full, engorged length.

"I NEED A FUCK!! I need to get THIS inside a fucking tight young CUNT!" He wrapped his hand around hers, pressing harder.

"Ssssh..." She whispered softly and with her other hand, began stroking the side of his face, kissing him then plunging her tongue as far into his mouth as she could get it.

Jonathan loved tongues when kissing and pushed back with his own, both of them now almost in some kind of weird competition to see who could tongue the hardest. He grabbed her right breast, squeezed hard and began nudging his wet, swollen head into her still knicker-covered mound.

"Mmmm... come upstairs," Amber took his hand and moved his fingers inside her knickers, positioning his middle finger right on her soft entrance and preceding to push it inside her. She wasn't at all turned on and she hated what she was having to do to control a horrible situation that was totally not of her making. The last thing she wanted right now was to be in any way intimate with a man who had just behaved like a monster. She was also beyond angry that Jonathan had shared information with Brian about her breast development at high school time. It had taken her months to reveal anything like that and within a couple of weeks, he'd betrayed her by sharing her private information in that way and with an evil beast of a man who had molested her in his car on his own wedding anniversary! She deliberately and exaggeratedly wiggled her backside as she walked up the stairs to the bedroom, feeling his finger start to actively probe her pussy.

Jonathan watched, almost hypnotised as her pert arse cheeks rose and fell alternately as she walked. From behind her, he could easily see the swell of her large breasts gently bobbling and thrusting straight out in front of her, as the undersides were still supported by the now scrunched up cups.

"I NEED TO FUCK! I HAVE TO FUCK YOU!!"

Silently, Amber led him into the bedroom, removed his finger from her pussy and gestured that he should sit on the edge of the bed.

"I know what you like," she smiled, kneeling down before him and moving her face close to his fat, wavering tumescence. She actually felt so disgusted at this moment, almost to the same degree that she'd felt at the hands of the other men who had abused her over time. Jonathan had behaved so badly since arriving home that it felt to her that he was in the same category as all those other disgusting old men. She began flicking her tongue over his head, swiftly back and forth, the odd 'Mmmmm' escaping her lips for effect. She reached down and cupped his ball sac, gently massaging the hard, round spheres as she took his cock past her lips and into the warmth of her sweet mouth.

"Ohhhhhh Goddddddddddd, yesssssss," Jonathan moaned as finally, his cock was getting the servicing it had needed all afternoon. Placing his hands on the back of her head, he pulled her in tight. It felt so good that in his current state of not being totally aware of his surroundings and his demeanour, fucking her mouth felt very similar to fucking her cunt. He looked down at her head mashed to his groin, her slender body, her big, youthfully jutting tits, it could easily be one of the girls from Carsons as their figures were so similar. The difference being that the Carsons girls were both confident AND new. New faces, new bodies, new big tits, new tight arses, new and possibly virginal young cunts.

Jonathan's cock was fully erect and due to all the titillation of the afternoon, he was about ready to burst. With his mind still working overtime and so taken with the sheer number of busty girls at Carsons, he decided to do something that he'd never done with Amber before - stop her blowing him. He needed to cum badly but he needed it to relate to the afternoon he'd just spent.

"Here! Lie down!" Pushing Amber's head off his dick, he slapped the bed hard, indicating that he wanted her lying next to him. Amber did as he asked, wondering what was coming next but feeling tentatively pleased that she'd managed to (hopefully) put him off the idea of entering her. She stretched out on what was his side of the bed and Jonathan sat next to her, taking hold of his cock and starting to stroke it rhythmically. She thought it unusual that he was pleasuring himself as he would always ask her to pleasure him.

Taking her wrists, he crossed them both onto her lower stomach, pressing her upper arms into the sides of her breasts, forcing them upwards, her nipples now pointing toward the ceiling. He began to alternately pinch and twist each nipple.

"I've wanted to get my hands on these tits all afternoon. Fucking massive! What cup size are these, gorgeous?" In his mind, Jonathan was talking to Chloe, the exceptionally busty cocktail girl at Carsons.

Amber had to think for a minute. Jonathan had known her bra size even from before they'd been going out so she couldn't think why he was asking her. Whatever he was doing, she knew she had to stop him from fucking her. She looked at his face. It seemed a mixture of dreamy and serious. He looked very intent on what he was doing. Desperate to avoid intercourse, she resolved to do whatever it took to keep his mind off of it.

"F cup," she answered, meekly.

Jonathan remembered that Chloe's tits looked somewhat larger than Amber's. It was a shame that Amber couldn't have mentioned a larger cup size to help with his fantasy but then why would she? He'd asked her about her cup size and she'd answered truthfully. Yes, that was Amber - always telling the truth. He started shaking her right breast by the nipple and leaned down and took her left one into his mouth. Whilst nipple play usually excited her greatly, Amber was still reeling from his earlier behaviour and that, plus the stress of making sure they didn't fully make love meant that she really wasn't in the mood for anything sexual at all.

"F cup! Fuck that's good. That's SO good. Does it feel good showing them off to men all day?"

Amber knew she had to play along with whatever he was doing but as playing along with anything wasn't something she was used to, she genuinely didn't know what to say so could only try her best and that usually revolved around facts.

"Um... I don't," she looked confused and at that exact moment, Jonathan hated the fact that she was so naïve when it came to sex. He wanted to be talking to Chloe. He thought Chloe must be an amazing fuck. Well ALL the Carsons girls would probably be amazing fucks. Oozing confidence, always smiling, wearing clothing that showed off their unbelievably sexy young bodies and their equally stupendous big tits.

"You do. I've seen you myself, at work, the top you wear shows off more tit than it covers. AND I've heard all the guys talking about how they're desperate to fuck you!" Jonathan was still talking to Chloe, adding a few embellishments as he went along. His voice was now a lot more comprehensible than it was when he first came home and Amber thought he was talking about the guys at work - all the reporters in the office. She hung her head. Her perception that she worked in an office where none of that sort of thing went on was now being challenged.

"Yeah see, you look all downhearted now but if you don't want comments about your tits then you shouldn't go around showing them off should you? I reckon you secretly love it. You love it that blokes crave a feel of your tits. Coz ALL blokes love a sweet teen girl with shit-hot overdeveloped tits. You MUST know that?!"

Jonathan's wank speed increased as Amber cringed at his words. She could hear his breathing becoming heavier and louder, his gaze fixed firmly on her boobs that were pointing directly up at him.

"And I bet you developed REALLY early didn't you Cl... amber? Corrrr fuck yes!" Jonathan had to correct himself at the speed of light as he almost said 'Chloe' and instantly extended it to 'Amber'. "Mmmm, such spectacular young tits," he continued 'talking' to Chloe and wanking hard. "And now you've got a job that shows 'em off to hundreds of horny blokes!"

Amber could see his fat, engorged meatstick just inches from her face. His hand was moving so fast it was becoming a blur.

"Oh fuck! Am I the first bloke you've let cum on your tits? Coz they all want to but you just couldn't resist THIS could you? That's how big you make my dick with them fucking tits of yours! Oh God! Ahhhh!"

Jonathan began whipping his cock frantically across Amber's areola, squeezing her wrists together with his other hand, thinking solely of Chloe.

"Oh fuck yeah! Urrrgh! Urrrgh! Urrrgh! Urrrgh! Shaking those massive tits at me all afternoon! Such a naughty girl. Such a FUCKING naughty little girl! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Aaaahhhh! Aaaahhhh! Oh fuck! Urrrgh! Urrrgh! Urrrgh! Urrrgh! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Jonathan stared down at what he imagined were Chloe's huge tits, as they became quickly coated in what he felt was the biggest outpouring of seed he'd had in a while. His fantasy of Chloe was forced back to reality when his random, aggressive stream of jizz hit Amber's face and he looked at her. Her eyes and mouth were closed tightly, her face screwed up, wincing as she really didn't want anything to do with him or his desires. He wiped his still lightly pulsing dick across her stomach, and fell backward, the sum total of an afternoon of intense sexual torment and alcohol now dictating that he needed to sleep. He said nothing. Complete silence.

Amber grabbed a handful of tissues from the box and began to clean herself up. Pulling on her clothes she headed down to the kitchen, throwing the partially made paella and the rest of the ingredients in the bin. Tomorrow - BEFORE WORK - they'd be having the conversation to potentially end all conversations. Deep down, Amber didn't want her wonderful life with her fiancé, her job, her wedding, her potential new home to end but she felt something had to be done and said about Jonathan's sex drive and how he needed to respect her wishes if she said 'no'. His response could mean that she had to make a very tough decision. She felt so upset, especially after the wonderful day she'd had with her Mum and Sophie.

Heading for the living room, she flicked on the TV to find it was set to receive a DVD. Ejecting the disc, she saw it was the one about ex ballerina Chloe's first glamour photo shoot. Yes, there were definitely aspects of her husband-to-be that she didn't understand in the slightest.

Settling down to watch a documentary, she'd go up to bed later, once Jonathan was deep in the throes of his alcohol induced sleep.

"Yes, we're DEFINITELY going to have a chat tomorrow Jonathan," she whispered aloud, feeling thankful beyond belief that she'd been able to sidetrack him from fucking her that evening.