Project pink

She slips the new dress over her head and tugs it down until the hem barely clears her ass. The satin clings, the color set against pale skin and the platinum spill of her hair. Underneath, the matching bra and thong sit tight enough to trace every curve, their soft pink a secret only she can feel. She pauses at the mirror, runs one hand over the swell of her breasts, then lower, palm pressing the thin lace between her legs. Fingers hook the thong aside. Two quick strokes across her clit and she’s wet, slick enough to push a finger inside. She watches the flush rise in her cheeks and smiles. A little pink dress, a little pink lace, and she already has exactly what she came for.