What to wear?

Sandy studies her reflection in the bedroom mirror. The outfit clings, barely covering what it should. Her lips part. Heat flares between her legs. She knows she should leave, but her fingers are already tracing the waistband. She sinks to the floor, pulling everything away until her clothes lie scattered. Bare now, she slides her hands over her breasts, down her stomach, settling between her thighs. One finger circles her clit, slow and deliberate. Her hips roll. She lifts a foot, toes flexing as she watches herself in the glass. The reflection fuels her. She pushes two fingers inside, fucking herself with a steady rhythm while her thumb works her swollen clit. Her ass lifts off the floor with each thrust. A soft moan breaks from her throat. She curls her fingers, chasing the tension that tightens in her belly. Her other hand squeezes a breast, pinching the nipple. Pleasure builds, sharp and insistent. Sandy’s breathing turns ragged. She doesn’t stop until the orgasm rolls through her, leaving her shaking on the floor, legs spread, skin flushed. Naked is better. Naked is perfect.