Bra Boy

Episode 7

I wasn’t a virgin though, but I was worse than

most virgins who only sought for the

opportunity before they would gladly F**K

their way out of virginity! Anyways, while I

thought all these, a rather new side of

concerns began setting in when it begun

looking like the lady costumer was starting to

take more time than anticipated. After waiting

another 5 minutes, I had to stand and begin

walking towards the cubicle.

“Bra Boy?!!” was the sudden call I got from

inside the cubicle just about four steps into

my trek. She was the one calling.

“Did she just call me ‘Brassiere Boy’?” I asked

myself, feeling totally ridiculed by the name.

“Bra Boy?! Are you there?” she was absolutely

referring to me for real, quite surprisingly

“I’m coming madam” was my response doing

well to suppress the burgeoning anger I was

already feeling

When I got to the cubicle door, I swung it

open, but lo and behold, I was greeted with

yet another neck-breaker! My woman-

costumer was backing me and bent over the

chair at the corner – probably in an attempt

to sort the brassieres that were piled on there

(she was now putting on one of ours) – and

this brought her huge p@nty-covered

butt0ckz right in my face! Given she was bent

over, the butt0ckz looked much more rounder

and bulkier! And her butt0ckz cheeks

seductively ‘overflowed’ from under the p@nty

straps! The view was just awesome and was

good enough to melt all my earlier anger

away! And it brought me instant hard-on

before I knew it! She began speaking on

noticing my presence.