I smile to myself as I look in the mirror. The fit isn’t quite right yet, but the dress looks beautiful. My bare brown shoulders glow against the white lace wedding dress and the mermaid shape exposes my curves. My thoughts are interrupted by her voice, “You look stunning. We just have to make a couple of adjustments and it’ll be perfect. You’ll look perfect.” I blush as she beams at me in the reflection. This is only the second time I have seen this lady. I was instantly attracted to her. Her warmth and energy made me feel so at ease.
From behind, she gently wraps her arms around my chest to measure my bust and I feel myself blushing deeper. “You’re quite shy aren’t you?” She asks, her arms still wrapped around me. “Erm, a little yes. I’m not used to…erm…being touched.” I respond, not wanting to make eye contact. “I’m sorry, it won’t take long.” She moves her hands to my hips. “No, I…er, I like it. I just have never done it before.” I manage to make eye contact with her in the mirror as I make my confession.