Trendy

I wear what’s hot. Right now it’s this black dress. Tight where it should be, open where it matters. The thin straps dig into my shoulders. The neckline drops low, showing the curve of my tits. The hem barely covers my ass. I walk to the mirror, turn, watch the fabric lift and settle. My ass looks bigger, rounder, like it’s daring the dress to hold on. Underneath, just a black lace thong. The front’s sheer. My shaved pussy shows through, pink and smooth. I slide my hand between my legs, press two fingers over the lace. The fabric warms fast. I rub slow circles, feel my clit swell under the cloth. A wet spot spreads. I push the dress up to my waist, hook my thumbs in the thong, pull it down. It slides over my thighs, drops to my ankles. I step out, spread my legs. My bare ass cheeks part. I bend forward, watch myself in the mirror. My pussy lips part too, slick and shiny. I reach back, spread myself wider. One finger slips inside, then two. I fuck myself slow, watch my knuckles disappear. My juice runs down my thigh. I pull my fingers out, lick them clean, taste myself, then push them back in deeper. The room’s quiet except for the wet sound my cunt makes when I finger it. I rock my hips, grind against my hand. My ass jiggles with every thrust. I stay bent over, keep going until my thighs shake and my pussy clenches hard around my fingers. I come with a low moan, legs trembling, dress still bunched at my waist. I straighten up, wipe my fingers on the inside of my thigh, let the dress fall back into place. It clings to my wet skin. I look at myself again. Still trendy. Still wet.