Her original dress

Faced with Adriana’s question, you think back through all the outfits that she tried on with you. There was the one with the flowers, the striped one that made her look weird and out of shape, the one that looked like mens wear, and oh, who could forget, that last bikini that she’s still got on.

“Cat got your tongue?” Adriana asks, smirking.

You grit your teeth, shaking your head.

“I believe that honesty is the best policy,” you say. “So much as I hate to admit it… you win. None of the outfits that I picked were better than your original dress.”

“Ah. Music to my ears,” Adriana smiles, gloating at you for a couple of seconds. Then, her lips twitch upwards. “I’d thought you would know better than to get into bets that you can’t win. Guess you still haven’t learned the lesson from earlier today.”

“Hey,” you say. “At least I’m man enough to admit when I’m wrong.”

“That’s right, bow to your fashion queen,” she laughs, still looking oh-so-fuckable in that tight little bikini. “I know just what I want for my reward”

To your surprise, she takes your hand and drags you into the dressing room stall. It’s a cramped space. You see Adriana’s dress hung up on the hooks, and then your mouth drops open as you see her start to undo her bikini top.

“This is a punishment?” you say.

The miracle of her twin tits have just come into view as her bra drops away. It’s like an choir of angels have descended and revealed to you the truth itself, except in this case, it’s just one angel and the truth is her bared breasts.

“The punishment is that you can watch, but you can’t touch,” she smiles.

“You are a cruel, cruel temptress,” you say.

She smiles, hooking her thumbs around the silver trim of her bikini bottom. Slowly, ever so slowly, she slides them down. You watch in rapt attention. Every inch of skin is a sight to treasure. First comes her creamy hips, then the upper reaches of her nether regions. The angel, it turns out, is clean and pure, shaven smooth down there. She teases you for a moment longer, concealing her privates from your view, and then all of a sudden, you’re graced with the image of her slit. Fuck, what you would give to touch right now. You want to run a finger up against that slit, tease her back, fingerbang her. You want to **** your throbbing cock in there.

Adriana smiles, shimmying her hips. She knows exactly what’s going on through your head. She wags a finger at you.

“That’s the price you pay for losing,” she says.

You watch helplessly as she begins to slip into the V-neck dress that first grabbed your attention this afternoon. As lovely as it is, you’re sorry to say goodbye to the rest of her.

“Next time, I won’t let you win so easily,” you say.

“Keep dreaming,” she smirks. “I let you off easy this time.”

Adriana +5