Perfectly Fitting Clothes, Part 3.5
By extramorphs
With my nipples back in order, I began to put my top back on.
"What should we try next?" Amanda asked. She seemed just as excited as I was to try out some new things.
I thought for a moment. "Isn't there a clothing store in the mall with a big clearance bin?"
Amanda grinned. "Yeah! Let's go!"
***
When we got to the mall, it was particularly empty. It was Monday after all, so not unexpected. We headed to the back of the big, fluorescent-lit department store to where the clearance clothing department was.
As it turns out, it was less of a "department" as much as it was "a big table with clothes in a pile." Amanda began rummaging through the pile, grabbing a whole bunch of clothing items - a small top, some skinny jeans, a pair of cute shorts, even a few different sizes of socks. I picked up a few items of my own, including a two-piece bikini and a more modest one-piece swimsuit. We continued to rummage until we were certain we couldn't hold anything more.
Between us we had grabbed something like two dozen pieces of clothing. We scooped up everything in our arms and headed for the checkout.
As we began placing everything on the counter, the lady at the register cocked an eyebrow and gave us a strange look as she started ringing everything up. "You want to try any of these on first?"
I froze for a moment, trying to decide on whether or not to tell her we had a magical spray, or to try to make something up.
Fortunately, Amanda butted in to my rescue. "We're donating these! To a charity. For people who need clothes."
The woman operating the register continued to stare at us as she rang up a particularly racy lace thong. "Mhmm. I'm sure."
We grabbed our bags and left the store.
"Let's hit the food court!" Amanda proclaimed. "I want ice cream."
As one to never turn down ice cream, I nodded my head and followed.
***
We grabbed a table in the practically deserted table with our cups of ice cream. I had gotten a nice bowl of chocolate with sprinkles and cookies on top, though I wasn't sure why Amanda had only ordered a plain vanilla bowl with nothing on top.
I began to eat as Amanda looked down at her ice cream, frowning. "Hrmph."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I wish my ice cream weren't so boring!"
"You could have ordered anything you want while we were up there!" I responded.
"If only I could have some chocolate syrup on my ice cream..." Amanda said, holding her bowl of ice cream out to me, making puppy-dog eyes.
"No. Absolutely not. Not here!" I whisper-shouted.
Amanda glanced around. "Nobody's here! Pleeeeeaaase? I don't want to eat boring ice cream!"
I looked around. She was right, there really wasn't anybody there. Even the lonely guy working at the ice cream shop had gone into the back for something.
"Fine. I can't believe I'm doing this. But only this one time!"
I picked up her bowl of ice cream and held it up near my chest. Looking around once more to make sure the coast was still clear, I pulled down my top to let my right breast out. My nipple, suddenly freed from its confines, sprang to attention. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around it and began to squeeze, aiming it at the ice cream as if it were a faucet about to be opened.
At first, only a drop formed on the surface. I massaged my breast and tried again. Chocolate syrup slowly began to flow out of my nipple. Even though I knew this was going to happen, it was still very odd to witness. I developed a motion of simultaneously squeezing and rubbing and the flow picked up to a respectable rate. Soon, Amanda's ice cream was covered in a good coat of chocolate syrup, with some of it pooling on the sides of the bowl.
I wiped off my nipple with my index finger before putting my breast back in my top. I didn't have a napkin handy, so I quickly licked my index finger clean - gee, my syrup was delicious. I briefly considered putting my syrup on my own ice cream when I saw the ice cream stand attendant return to his post. I'd have to wait until later.
I handed Amanda her ice cream back, and her eyes were bright and wide, her face giddy with anticipation like a little kid on Christmas morning. She began to eat her ice cream, making little "mmm" moans of delight between bites. It looked so good, I wanted to try some.
"Hey, give me a bite!" I playfully demanded.
"Okay, but use your own spoon!" Amanda replied.
I paused for a moment, looking at her. "You're eating something that I produced, and you want me to use my own spoon?"
She gave in and gave me a spoonful of her ice cream covered in my syrup. It was delicious.