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Gemma peels off the lingerie, her fingers lingering on the straps before she lets them slip from her shoulders. The bra falls away first, her breasts spilling free, her nipples still hard from your touch. She lets you watch as she bends slightly, stepping out of her panties, the fabric clinging to her skin for a second before it pools at her feet. Before you know it, the changing room becomes your private stage, the curtain drawn tight and sheltering you away from the world outside. Her body, a naked canvas of golden skin and soft curves, looks incredible.

Gemma tries on another set. It's white, virginal, innocent, and delicate, the lace so fine it's almost transparent. The bra cups her breasts perfectly, and the panties hug her hips, the fabric so thin that you can see the dark shadow of her arousal. The next set is deep purple, the bra a balconette, the panties nothing but a scrap of fabric that barely covers anything. She bends over, pretending to adjust the straps, giving you a full view of her ass and the curve of her spine. Your cock is hard as steel, your breath shallow.

Finally, a black set. It's covered with delicate embroidery that does little to hide the dark peaks of her nipples or the shadow between her thighs. The push-up bra lifts her breasts like an offering to you. The matching thong is so sheer that you can see the outline of her pussy lips, the fabric disappearing between her cheeks. Your fingers itch to touch her, but you're disturbed by the sound of the attendant checking to see how you're doing.