Fluffy

She slips into the yellow nightgown because the fluffy trim feels so smooth, so soft against her bare skin. Each time the lace brushes her, the tickle shoots straight up her spine and settles low in her belly. She stretches, feeling the fabric ride higher on her thighs, and already the warmth starts to build. Her hand drifts under the hem, fingertips tracing the soft cotton before sliding between her legs. She spreads them wider, pressing two fingers against her clit in slow circles. The first slow moan slips out as her hips lift to meet her hand. Faster now, breath coming quick, she keeps rubbing until her thighs tremble and her whole body tightens in one long, shuddering release.