Samantha's Dress Fitting

By Iron Buddah

I was trying to save money, so I didn't have cable. However there was a basketball game on that I wanted to watch and my friends James and Mandy did have cable. I had gone to high school with James, and he had married a woman with a daughter a few years ago. I stopped by often, so I went over to their house to watch the game there.

Midway through the first half, Mandy came downstairs holding a dress. "Samantha! Come try this dress on. I'm going to be out of town on a business trip right before your 8^th grade dance and we need to make sure this dress your grandmother sent fits. If I need to make any alterations, I need to do them now." I had been wondering where James was, but then I remembered that he was already out of town on a business trip of his own.

Samantha went into the bathroom to try on the dress, but I didn't think anything of it until I heard Mandy say, "Oh good night! I can't let you go to the dance looking like that! You'll come home from the dance married, or worse. Look at this Aaron. Don't you think this is too much cleavage for an eighth grader to be showing?"

I turned my head, and sure enough, Samantha's breasts were bulging out of the top of her strapless dress. I didn't know what I could manage to say with out getting myself into trouble. "Um, that does kind of look like a high school prom dress."

Mandy ignore my reply. "And why are you wearing one of your normal bras Samantha? The entire fit of the dress is being thrown off." While I was still looking, Mandy pulled the neckline of her daughter's dress forward to look at the bra in question. It's probably a good thing they were both looking down as Samantha's chest because the expression on my face could have easily gotten me into more trouble than a poorly worded response would have. "I think that bra is getting too small on you. I bet that's why your boobs are halfway to your chin in this dress. Don't you have a strapless bra?"

Samantha responded, "If this one's too small, the strapless one is way too small. It's no bigger than an A cup."

"You're just going to have to get your grandmother to buy you a strapless bra that fits properly. I don't have time to do that and make alterations."

"Bras are expensive." Samantha protested. "Are you sure she'll buy me one?"

"Don't worry. This was supposed to be my prom dress, but I never really grew into it." Mandy cupped her hands in front of her chest when she made that statement. "Don't worry, Grandma will be thrilled that someone in the family finally has the boobs to wear this thing. She'll be more than happy to go out and buy you a new strapless C cup bra. Don't let her pick one out that has lots of padding though even with the modifications I'm planning. You look plenty busty as it is. You're going to have to take this bra off though. I'm not going to be able to alter the dress properly otherwise."

Samantha came back out during a commercial, so I risked a glance to see how the dress looked without a bra on under it. Her breasts didn't ride as high on her chest now that she had nothing on under the dress, as least from the waist up, but her tits moved and bounced a lot more than they had when she was wearing a bra. The game came back on, but I couldn't take my eyes off Samantha. She looked so sexy with her breasts bouncing all over the place as she walked.

It was probably a good thing for me that Mandy basically pinned a bib over the neckline of the dress. I thought that Samantha would protest being made to cover up like that, but the dress still looked good even though there was too much new fabric and it was only held in place with safety pins. Mandy made some marks on the fabric then unpinned it. "OK, you can take off the dress, but hang it up."

Right before the end of the half, Mandy had Samantha get back into the dress so she could check on her progress with the alteration. Samantha came out of the bathroom with her bra on under the dress again. "Samantha, just take your bra off and leave it off. I'm going to have to check the fit of the dress several times before I'm done, and I don't have time to send you in and out of the bathroom repeatedly to take your bra off each time you forget about it.

During halftime, Samantha sat on the couch next to me in a tee shirt. She clearly didn't have a bra on under it, so I rough housed with her a bit until Mandy protested that I was going to get Samantha hot and sweaty before she even had a chance to dance in her dress. It was worth it though to watch Samantha's breasts really wobble around under her shirt. Mandy sent Samantha to try on the dress again, probably as much to break up the horseplay as to get another check on her progress.

During the second half, the game was close, and I was paying attention to the game until I heard Samantha hiss. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Calm down. It's taking too long for you to keep changing in and out of the dress. I just need to check on something. Aaron's not even looking this way, he's all wrapped up in his game."

Of course, after hearing that, I just had to see what was going on. I contorted myself and craned my neck so that I could look surreptitiously. Samantha's dress was unzipped and peeled away from her body. Despite her mother's assertion that I wasn't looking her way, Samantha was holding her hands over her breasts. The eighth grader lowered one of her hands to scratch her elbow giving me a brief view of a lovely bare breast.

I looked away when I groaned, and it was hard to resist the urge to look Samantha's way and start drooling over her bare chest. "Hit your free throws!" I yelled at the screen, when I saw the players lined up around the lane. To be honest, I had no idea if my team was actually the one shooting, but it seemed like a good way to give me an excuse for groaning. Besides, Samantha and her mother were certainly paying less attention to the game than I was, so even if I was wrong, I hoped they wouldn't notice.

"Samantha, hold still!" Mandy snapped. "I'm going to be pissed if you tear the fabric squirming around like that. Why don't you just get out of the dress all together? That will make it easier for me to work on it." I didn't get another look at Samantha's chest, but the way her back looked covered by nothing but her long hair was appealing in its own way.

Samantha returned for her next fitting once again wearing nothing but a hand bra and jeans. My judgment had been eroded after getting a look at one of her tits. Seeing her topless with only her hands preserving her modesty eroded it further, so I called out. "You're right Mandy. That outfit Samantha is planning on wearing to her dance is way to Maxim for an eighth grader. How's she even supposed to drink with her hands full like that?" Samantha stuck her tongue out at me.

"Ha, ha. Very funny." Mandy added. "Just watch you basketball game." The game was close, and the outcome was in doubt, but I was more interested in possibly getting another forbidden glimpse of Samantha. Unfortunately, she was covered up by her dress before I could position myself to peek back at her.

The next time Samantha came out from her room, she had fashioned a make shift halter top out of a bandanna. She looked proud of it, but it almost instantly slipped giving me another good look at one of the girl's jugs. I thought she was going to scream, but apparently my awestruck gaze caused her to pause. She tilted her head to one side as she pondered my reaction while she tugged the bandanna back into position. I turned back to the TV as I tried to regain control of my pounding heart. My team had won, but that hardly seemed important after the vision of teen aged beauty I had just beheld. I think Mandy said something about the Samantha's improvised clothing being cleaver, but I was so stunned, I may have just imagined that.

Mandy finished her latest set of adjustments, and Samantha was headed back to her room holding the bandanna up. She stopped and turned to face me. Looking at me speculatively, she put her hand on the bandanna where she could pull it down to show me one of her boobs again if she chose. I nodded eagerly, and was treated to a second look. Then I was blown away when Samantha freed her other tit from behind her homemade halter top. My jaw dropped, and I could do nothing but stare. She looked so lovely bare chested.

Samantha disappeared back into her room. I don't know what I was thinking, but I followed her. She surprised me by taking hold of one hand and pressing her body to mine. Before I knew it, we were dancing. I supposed you could look at it as a logical way for Samantha to get some practice dancing before the school dance, but I was sure no chaparone would approve of the hard on I was sporting for Samantha at the moment. I put my free hand on Samantha's bare back, and pressed her closer to me causing her barely contained tits to rub against my chest.

Mandy looked up and saw us dancing. "Samantha, just because you're nervous about dancing with boys is no reason to drag Aaron away from his basketball game." She snapped. "Get over here so I can measure one last time before sewing the final seam to attach this cover to the dress."

"It's OK." I stated. "My ball game is over; we won."

"Well get over here anyway Samantha. I still need to make a final measurement."

Samantha and I started dancing again once Mandy was satisfied that everything was going to fit properly when she was done sewing. The teen whispered in my ear. "Did my boobs look OK?"

I whispered back, "No." The girl stiffened briefly before I added, "They looked absolutely awesome!"

Samantha pushed away from me and slapped me on the shoulder. "Don't tease me like that Aaron!"

"What did he say?" Mandy, looking up from her sewing, asked.

"Um, I asked him if I looked OK in the dress, and he said no, that I looked better than OK."

"That's no reason to hit him!" Mandy protested.

"I didn't really hit him." Samantha explained. "It was more of a slap. And besides, there was a long pause between the no and the rest of what he said."

"Oh stop being so sensitive and go put the dress on with the shoes you'll be wearing to the dance." Mandy said holding up the dress with the alteration finished. The bib-like extra piece of material was attached to the neck of the dress and had two drawstrings to tie it around the wearer's neck.

Samantha came back out without the cover tied around her neck. She only stood about five foot two normally, but got a bit of a height boost from her dress shoes. I think she was trying to give me one last good look at her cleavage. If so, I appreciated it, and if not, I still appreciated it. "So how do you tie this in place?" Samantha asked her mother.

"Oh it's just like tying a shoestring." Her mother huffed. "You couldn't figure that out? Come here." Mandy tied the cover in place and turned her daughter to face her. "It looks good to me, but let's get a second opinion. What do you think Aaron?"

"No one's ever going to know that wasn't how the dress was made." That was true, and I didn't trust myself to say anything about how hot Samantha looked even more modestly covered up.

"No get that dress hung up properly and off to bed with you young lady!"

"It's already way past my bedtime." Samantha pleaded. "Can't I dance with Aaron once in the dress."

"Fine, but just for a minute." Mandy sighed. "And I don't want to hear any whining when it's time to stop." Samantha agreed, and even though holding her close in her modified dress wasn't as much fun as it was with just the bandanna between us, it was still fun. I was surprised when Samantha stopped dancing without protest, but she did.

"Now what does your grandmother have to do?" Mandy asked her daughter.

"Buy my a strapless bra."

Mandy amended, "A strapless bra, that fits, without any extra padding."

Samantha asked, "What if something is on sale?"

"Don't worry about the cost. Just let Grandma know that you need a bigger bra that fits properly. I can't believe you need a C cup already. I'm going to have to adjust that dress again if you keep growing, so don't let my mother talk you into something that is going to make you look bigger than you already are. The dress won't fit properly if you do that. Now give me a hug and get to bed."

"Thank you for all your hard work Mom!"

"You're welcome. Now quit stalling and get to bed.

As soon as Samantha was in her room, I announced that I was going to head home. I needed to cum so badly I could taste it. I was almost afraid that I would whip it out and start beating off right in the middle of the living room.

Samantha's room had a window that looked out onto a screened in front porch. Her mother had covered the window with heavy blinds to prevent peeping, but that didn't really matter when Samantha pulled them to the side. As I was leaving, I heard a tap on the glass, and saw Samantha's bare breasts squashed against the window. I put my hands up to the glass, like I was trying to fondle Samantha through the window.

The Samantha crooked her finger and pressed her lips to the glass. I mirrored her motion, and now it was like we were trying to kiss through the window. The glass was fogged up on both sides when we pulled our faces away. Samantha wrote I heart U on her side of the window, and I could see her giggling. I drew an arrow through the heart, and I could almost hear the "Ah" noise Samantha made. My urge to cum was stronger now than ever, but I wasn't sure I would be satisfied with jacking off now. Samantha might have been only about half my age, but I really wanted to make her mine. It didn't seem like she would object to that idea either.