The door opens and standing in front of you is the beautiful Jessica Simpson. She is wearing a pair of small white shorts and a tight pink tanktop that shows off her large breasts. Your eyes roam over her whole body, taking her all in.
"Um, hello?" the blonde starlet says, leaning over to look you in the face. At the same time, she is giving you a great view of her cleavage.
You tear your eyes away from her tits and quickly answer, "Yes! I am your new wardrobe person," you say. "I needed to get some measurements for your next costume."
"Oh, okay!" she says with a big smile. "Come on in!" She turns around and you follow her in, keeping an eye on her round ass. The trailer is huge and she leads you into a roomy living room area. She plops down on the couch, causing her large breasts to bounce. "So... What do you need to do?"
"Well," you say, quickly coming up with a idea, "First, we need to measure you for the top of your costume."
Jessica sits up straight and thrusts her chest out. "Measure away!"
You've seen her reality show and know how ditzy the blonde could be, so you hope that your plan will work as you pat you pockets down, pretending to look for you measuring tape. After checking all your pockets, you look at her and say, "I think that I forgot my measuring tape back at the wardrobe department..." You see her smile start to fade and introduce your plan. "But I can do the measurements without it..."
Her smile comes back. "Really? How?"
"Well, I've been working in wardrobe for so long, I can get measurements with just my hands..."
"That's cool," Jess says. "Then why do you even need a measuring tape then?"
You smile and kneel down in front of her, so her chest is at eye level. You put your hands around her stomach and give a little squeeze. "Hmm... If it all right if I raise up your shirt a little? I'm having a bit of trouble getting a measurement through your shirt."
"Sure," she says and pulls up her tanktop until its just underneath her breasts.
Your wrap your hands and her again and feel her tight stomach and soft skin. As you give her a little squeeze, she begins giggling.
"Mmmmm... That tickles..." she says with a grin.
"That's okay. It happens all the time." You grab a sheet of paper and jot down some numbers you made up. Then you look her in the eye and say, "Now, I have to get a chest measurement...
I'm going to need you to remove your shirt so I can get the numbers."
Jessica grabs her shirts and pulls it over her head, leaving only her tight white bra, between you and her tits.
You reach over, gripping a tit in each hand and gently sqeeze them. You do this several times,
noticing that her breathing quickens. You let go and frown.
"What's wrong," she asks with a confused look.
"I can't seem to get a good measurement through your bra, Jessica. Would you be willing to remove it so I can get an accurate size?"
"All you had to do was ask!" A moment later her bra is laying on the couch beside her, and her large perky breasts are inches away from your face.
You grip her breasts again and squeeze them gently, feeling her hard nipples brushing against the palms of your hands. You heft her titflesh in your hands, feeling their weight. Her breathing has quickened again as you molest her breasts. You can tell that she is getting turned on by this, as are you. You try to position yourself to hide the erection tenting the front of your pants. After sufficient time of fondling her breasts, you let go of them and scribble some more numbers on your paper.
"Did you get the numbers for my top then," Jessica asks.
"Yes, I did," you say. "You're very easy to work with, Jessica. Some actresses can be so uptight about taking off their clothes for measurements."
"Thanks," she says with another giggle. "Was there anything else?"
Looking at her beautiful half nude body, you say... |