Shopping was a surprisingly enjoyable experience for both young women – and it should be noted that when one’s outfits are usually provided free of charge in certain styles, having permission to spend a little money for yourself and pick an outfit that you can enjoy and have your lover enjoy is especially enticing.

Risa grabbed her outfit first, since she knew exactly what she wanted. Grabbing a selection of clothes, she quickly and quietly slipped into the change room, leaving Gina outside puzzling a little more over her own selections. In fact, Gina was still puzzling over her shoes to wear when a familiar voice behind her asked, “Need any help there, ma’am?” Gina spun around – and if this had been a cartoon instead of reality, her eyeballs would have shot out and broken right through her glasses.

Risa stood there, looking like she was ready for a hard night of kicking ass and looking damn good doing it. The first thing Gina’s eyes rested upon was Risa’s choice in footwear – black leather boots that went up to her knees and carefully caressed her calves. Despite looking sexy, they had a durable and comfortable feel to them that Gina could sense just by viewing them – these were made for fighting by day and dancing by night.

Her eyes moving upwards to drink in her partner’s form, Gina was spellbound at Risa’s thunder-thighs, those thick, soft and jiggly thighs hiding layers of muscle themselves hidden inside redPVC slacks that hugged every detail tightly, contouring to Risa’s curvy thighs and respectable (though small compared to Gina’s) rump. Then the eyes travelled upwards, taking in the blouse Risa had chosen. Its faint sheen identified it as satin, with a unique silvered tinge to the red being worked into the material so that the colour always changed depending on the angle of the light.

But this effect of Risa’s blouse, combined with her formidable M-cup torpedoes, was almost hypnotic, as each breath of Risa’s shifted the colours. Gina was spellbound, as Risa reached over and grabbed a simple black jacket to offset the look (mainly so she didn’t have to waste her evening fending off men hitting on her and so that Gina wasn’t staring at her breasts all evening). While it was capable of closing over her breasts, the jacket’s leather material made sure that those massive orbs of titflesh were still prominently shown off. At the moment, the jacket remained undone to give the full effect.

Risa twirled on the spot, sending her breasts into orbit as a dangerous close-range weapon. “So, what do you think, Sexy-Butt? Do I clean up nice?” Risa asked, winking seductively.

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Commission for Narsil, and story written by them too!