Caroline changes clothes

Caroline brought it back to reality. "Do you want to go to the trees?"

Danny looked toward the patch of trees on the edge of the park. "I do. But where the sun is falling now, there are going to be a lot of shadows. I think your lighter colored dress will be a better match for the darker surroundings."

Caroline nodded. "Okay, I'll go change." She skipped through the grass over to Danny's studio area. She scooped up her yellow dress from her bag, and stepped into the set of folded screens.

Now that Danny knew she didn't wear underwear, he was more acutely attuned to what was behind those screens. It obviously didn't really faze Caroline -- this was a public park, so she must have thought the screens covered enough that she didn't feel awkward changing there. And honestly, from the outside, the screens looked like weird gray walls. There was nothing particularly captivating about them.

But Danny knew two things other people didn't know. He knew that there was a beautiful woman changing clothes there, and he knew that whenever she pulled that red dress off, she would be completely nude. At that point, the screens become the intimacy barrier, and if Danny were to visualize an invasion of that barrier, his mind could explore the stories behind it.

He wasn't watching the screens. Caroline had, by now, taken her red dress off. She bent down to pick up the red dress, placed it next to where the yellow one was resting, pulled the yellow one to her, and lifted it over her head.

Danny, meanwhile, had his back to the screens, but in his mind, he was facing the other way. I'm going to lower the straps off my shoulders, and pull the dress down. It's going to slide down my body, stretching over my breasts, and then off. My breasts will bare as I pull the dress further down. My tan lines aren't too prominent, are they, Danny? I have some freckles on my chest. Do you see them? I'll pull the dress further down, over my hips, and then it'll just fall to the floor. Oh, when it falls, I'll just be standing here completely naked, Danny. Do many models shave their pubic hair? I do. I don't like how it fluffs up, particularly when I'm doing a shoot in more intimate apparel. I'm going to pick up the red dress from the floor, but I'll turn around, bend down, and my naked ass will be facing you. You can even see a hint of my pussy as I bend over. This is what's been hiding under the dress, Danny. I'll touch it for a second, and touch my body, feeling the tingling sensation of my own fingertips on my skin. My stomach is taut. My nipples are sensitive. I like wearing dresses with no bra so that the material creates direct contact with my nipples. Here, I'll pull on the yellow dress. I think it accentuates my breasts. And my eyes. What do you think, Danny? Danny, what do you think? Danny?

"Danny?"

He stood up, realizing there was an actual voice behind him. He turned, and there was Caroline in the yellow dress, still barefoot from before.

"What do you think, Danny?" She spun around. The bottom of the dress twirled out as she spun, but it was tight enough at her hips not to show things that ought not be shown. The top was a different cut. It had puffy bunched short shoulder segments, and a rather high round neckline. As she spun around, Danny couldn't help but see that it was unzipped in the back, and the zipper went almost all the way to the top of her ass.

"It looks great, Caroline. Do you need help with the zipper?" He immediately regretted asking. Not because he didn't want to help, but because he didn't want to invade her intimacy.

"Yes, of course. This dress has a dud zipper that, no matter what, I can't do myself." She turned her back to him. He reached down to pull up the zipper tab, but it wouldn't budge. "You see?" Danny pulled on it again, and in doing so, the material of the back got pulled a bit.

Danny could see a little bit more of her back and one side of her. Was that the faintest edge of the underside of her breast? he wondered. He tugged on the zipper once more, but it was not cooperating.

Caroline had imagined that Danny would be able to figure out the physics of the zipper by now. Instead, she advised him, "okay, you have to hold down the material next to the base of it, and then pull up." Danny looked at the zipper's location, and realized that the material next to the base of it was literally the top of Caroline's ass. He could either grab hold of the cloth and possibly pinch some of her ass in the process, or he could just press one hand down on the material (and her ass), and pull the zipper.

Danny opted for the second. He placed one hand against the top of her ass. It felt warm under his palm, and his mind couldn't help but try to write a story. What if your hand moved down just a bit? Just an inch ... or two ... or four. You could be holding her ass in your hands, you could be taking this dress off her instead of trying to zip it onto her. Danny let out a quick sigh and shook his mind clear. He pressed down with his hand, and pulled on the zipper. Up it went. Once it began, it was easy. He quickly took his other hand off Caroline, finished the zipper at the top, and gently bent down the tab so that it tucked back into the seams.

Caroline turned back around and smiled. "Thanks! I love this dress, but the zip is a pain in the ass."

Hearing her repeat the word "ass" sent his mind flying all over again. His psychological sense of boundaries was easily broken, in this case by language -- but the truth was that Danny liked it this way. It was both easy to maintain professional distance and easy to fantasize challenging those bounds.