You had slipped into the fitting room with an armful of clothes and expected me to wait with just a promise that you would show off ‘the good ones’. To give myself *some* credit, I did wait. Long enough for the rustling of clothing through the curtain to drive me crazy. Admittedly it wasn’t very long but I had been putting up with this little shopping trip for too long already. I took one quick look around the shop to make sure no one was watching and then pushed the curtain aside and slipped inside.
The curtain fell back into place as I was greeted by the sight of your mostly-bare back and the widening of your pretty brown eyes through the mirror as you saw me. Your shirt was discarded on the room’s bench and I had clearly caught you just about to remove a little black bra. Your hands quickly dropped from your back and I grinned as you turned quickly, looking ready to kick me out but I closed the distance and put one finger to your lips in an unmistakable shushing gesture before you could find the words. My other hand went to your hip, your skirt separating your skin from my touch.