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The evening began in the confines of my bedroom. While this wasn’t a date per se, there was a palpable excitement in the air. Picking out an outfit, my fingers trailed over a sultry off-shoulder black dress. It hugged every contour of my body, outlining the swell of my hips and the curve of my waist. The fabric clung to my chest, accentuating my ample breasts which seemed to strain against the material.
The lace of my bra peeked out, hinting at the treasures beneath. My legs, elongated by the short length of the dress, were accentuated by strappy heels. They added inches to my stature, making my calves appear toned. As I glimpsed myself in the mirror, there was a sense of boldness. This dress wasn’t just a piece of clothing; it was a statement.
The theater’s dim ambiance was perfect. The plush seats, the low hum of conversations, and the subtle scent of popcorn created a comfort zone. As we settled into our seats, strategically at the back for added privacy, there was a tension. He remarked about my appearance, specifically mentioning the tantalizing view of my cleavage. His comment made me blush, but it also sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.
With the onset of the movie, his hand began its journey. Starting at my knee, his fingers trailed up my thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They played on the hem of my dress…
