Okay, this story takes place like eight weeks after the first one. I specifically remember it to be a Monday, not that it is of any importance. Annette and I had talked about that experience a lot the past few weeks and we both knew that this had to be repeated, preferably with Margarete there as well. But we also knew that it had to be one-upped somehow, so we waited until one of us had a good idea for a public nudity event.
One day, I went to a mall to get new pants. While I was in the changing room, standing there in my boxers, I thought that I'd be pretty much fucked if someone came in and stole my pants. Thus an idea started to form in my head. My first plan was to "steal" Annette's clothes while she was changing, but since I wouldn't get very far with them without someone knocking me out, I dropped that plan. Then I had another idea. This was going to be a hit, I knew it.
So I talked to Annette and Margarete about it and they were totally into it and both wanted to participate. The next Monday, we drove to a mall in another town, so that there wouldn't be people we know who could recognize us. Then, Annette went into a changing room and I, ever the nice boyfriend, was waiting outside. Enters Margarete and goes straight for the bras. This was were the fun began. She took two bras, hid them, went to a stranger and asked him if he could help her with a choice. The stranger said yes and Margarete said that she couldn't decide between two bras, so she would just try them on and he should tell her which he liked more. And off went her shirt to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra, so her breasts were very visible. The stranger was surprised, but played it cool, all the while looking at her tits. Before she put the first bra on, she told him what she liked about it and why she needed a new bra anyway and so on. She stood there topless for about five minutes before Annette walked out of the changing room. She "caught" me starring at this "strange" topless girl and pretended to go mad. She yelled at me that these were the only tits I needed to see, promptly taking off her own shirt. By now, the whole shop was looking at us. I pretended to be ashamed to make it look believable. Then the girls looked at each other and Annette walked over to Margarete, told the stranger that she would help "this poor girl" and that he wasn't needed anymore. She never told him to go away, and he didn't. So my girls were topless for another ten to fifteen minutes, loudly debating which bra looked better on whom, every now and then asking for advice from random people. Finally they hugged, their tits rubbing against each other gently. Annette pretended to give me a glance of doom, put her shirt back on and we left the store.
We realized that this wasn't actually one-upping it, but that this built a nice new base for new adventures, of which there are plenty.
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