The dressing room rush
Just a dressing room with the curtain not quite closed
In the dimly lit dressing room, she slid into a tight, scarlet dress, its fabric caressing teasing her skin. Unseen, another shopper peered through a curtain slit, her breath shallow, eyes devouring every inch. She sensed a gaze, her nipples tingling with awareness, a warm rush pooling between her thighs. She traced her hips slowly, the dress clinging to her form, heightening her arousal, oblivious to the stranger’s burni...