Blouse off, I open the dressing room door at her knock.
She has a handful of possibilities. “We got in some new plaids…”
She stops, eyes staring, locked on my gold nipple ring.
“Take them all… and you,” I husk, pulling her inside. I kiss her hard. She squeaks, then grabs my head and counterattacks with her tongue.
My hand slides under her skirt, into her dampening panties. She thrusts back hard as my fingers dance, cumming quick.
She hands me back my Visa and a ribbon-tied box.
“What for dinner, babe?”
“Thinking Thai, yes?”
“Perfect. See you at home.”
