My control snapped the moment her dress slid down her porcelain skin to the ground. Completely naked, she turned to face me with another dress in her hand.

She walked leisurely to the vanity and stepped into the black dress, her hands tracing the zip behind the dress as she tried to zip it up.

I noticed her little struggle with the zip and walked over to help her, ignoring the look she gave me from the mirror. My hands lingered on the zip and traced the outline of her back, then pulled her ...