Your breasts hang free beneath your blouse, weighted and round; you've always been on that cusp between B and C, and you were quite proud of them. Your nipples are hard as rocks, rubbing freely against the fabric of the shirt. Anybody even remotely attentive enough would notice, assuming they weren't sidetracked by your completely naked lower half.<br/><br/>Jack waits for you as you wander away from the car and towards the garbage can stationed not too far away; ditching the bra, useless to you know, is liberating, even though you know you'll pay for it later with lower back pain. But it's totally, totally worth it.<br/><br/>You return to Jack, and the pair of you begin walking towards the mall...but as you move, you realize that something's not quite right. You can't really put your finger on what, and it takes the entire trek from the car to the mall for you to realize. At the mall's entrance, you come to a full stop and rest a hand on Jack's shoulder; he stops as well, casting a curious gaze over to you.<br/><br/>He hadn't stuck his fingers inside your pussy to lead you around - for the first time since you'd met him this morning. His fingers had always been a presence, and while invasive at first, you'd gotten used to the sensation of them, of being pulled in a particular direction with no choice for deviation. You already have his attention; you want to ask him what's going on, if this is a matter of him being tired or whatever, but the fact of the matter is that you kind of miss having him inside you like that.<br/><br/>You can<strong>ask him to lead you around by your pussy </strong>again...but you'll also be going into a very public area, and it'll be embarrassing enough flashing your ladyparts like you are, so you could<strong>just leave it alone</strong>...