The classy, provocative dress

As Adriana runs her hands across the rack again, her fingers linger by a backless black midi dress. You take a step closer, eyeing its smooth lines, the hint of burgundy lace enough to give the dress an appearance of depth. Sure, there are more revealing outfits on display, and there’s certainly a part of you that would like to see Adriana practically nude, but this...

“This is the one,” you say, confidently taking it off the rack.

Adriana smiles, caressing the fabric of the dress, before taking it out of your hands.

“This one’s my favourite,” Adriana says, holding it up in front of her. A perfect fit. “A designer I worked with over the summer made it for me. It’s something for a real model to wear.”

“Yeah,” you say, turning back to the rack, looking at a sheer pink dress that would hardly conceal anything. “Some of these other dresses are…”

“An excuse for the girls to show as much skin as possible,” Adriana sneers. She takes her dress behind the rack and holds up a finger. “I’m going to change into this now. A gentleman would know better than to look.”

You dutifully hold up your hands, covering your eyes, but it’s a sham attempt to blind yourself. Through the cracks of your fingers, you get a heart-dropping glimpse of Adriana stripping nude. Her firm tits and slim body are a killer combination, one that you savour as best as you can. Then, she begins to put on her dress, and you struggle to hold back a gasp. If you thought she was hot before, in the way that nubile college coeds often are, it’s now apparent just why she calls herself a model. There’s a certain poise, an air of seduction, and the subtle oozing of sex that drips off her.

She taps your shoulder, signalling for you to uncover your eyes.

“Was I mistaken about you? You’re not a gentleman,” Adriana says slowly, carefully watching your reaction.

“No,” you respond, shaking your head. “I’m no gentleman. I’m a dashing rogue.”

“So you admit to looking,” she says, a faint smile on her lips.

“You were awfully showy for a girl without an audience,” you say, touching the small of her back.

Her bare skin is delightfully soft, and Adriana licks her lips.

“So?” she asks. “What do you think?”

“I like the way you look,” you say, shifting your hand ever so slightly downwards. “And I like the way that this is going.”

“Only a rogue would go there,” she mutters, as your hand encircles one of her ass cheeks.

“We’ve already determined that’s what I am,” you smile, giving her ass a hard squeeze.

Adriana bites her lip, grabbing onto your shoulder.

“What’s the matter?” you ask, grabbing hold of her other ass cheek.

“Nothing,” she gasps, leaning into you.

You give her lips a light peck, a brief thing that leaves you wanting another. You lean in for one more, expecting her to want it too, but then she pulls away from you, a coy smile on her face.

“This isn’t the right place for that,” she says. “Or the right time. Some of the other girls will be coming in for evening rehearsal in a moment.”

“You’re scared that they’ll steal my attention?” you ask, wishing your hand was still planted on her toned ass.

“No, not in the least,” she laughs derisively. “But it would spoil the image I’ve built for myself. I’ll catch you around. Who knows? Maybe even tonight…”

Adriana +15