While a bit nervous about kissing a total stranger, you reassure yourself that this is what the booth is for. And you're not about to back out when she's so ready. So steeling yourself, you take her gingerly in your arms and bend down to kiss her.
Your awkwardness and hesitation melt away as her lips press forward into yours and her arms wrap around you. Warmth spreads from her touch, comforting and erotic; you feel like you belong here. With her. There is magic in the air, and when you feel her tongue probe gently at your lips, you part them and let her in.
The warmth grows, and you're not exactly sure what happens or how long the kiss lasts. Just that suddenly you have parted, and she is looking up at you with a slight smile as the warmth she has kindled in you grows, and you gaze at her helplessly in desire and yearning.
"Hm, lovely," she murmurs. "But I would like more... would you be willing, gallant sir, to kiss me again?"
She lays her white-gloves hands on her bodice, green with elaborate pink and gold brocade. You nod dumbly, not even sure what she is getting at until she unlaces her bodice and exposes the tops of her breasts, then pulls down her low-cut blouse to reveal them fully.
You gasp, maybe stammer something, but you cannot look away. They are fairly modest, maybe B-cup, maybe C, but round and perky with stiff rosy nipples. Her skin is a light tan, smooth and perfect. It's hypnotising.
"Come." Her voice, honey and silk, seems to whisper directly in your ear. "Touch them. Kiss them. Give yourself to me..."
She gently lays her hand on your head, urging you down. And you let yourself be guided, all your attention on those smooth, pristine hills. They grow larger and larger, time seeming to slow deliciously as they fill your vision, until your face sinks into their softness and the warm scent of her flesh, tinged with sweet perfume and a hint of spicy sweat, fills your head.
"Kiss me..." You hear the words as if from far away, and you obey. You kiss up her cleavage, over her collarbone, then down one breast to her nipple. She moans slightly and guides you to her other breast.
The warmth grows as you kiss her, joined by a strange tingling that emanates from the contact of your lips with her sweet skin. You whimper a bit in desire for her to possess you, to belong to these lovely tits. And you do not notice as you begin to change...