How exciting to be included in a book with some of my favourite erotica authors!
Selena traces the soft fabric over her arm. It feels so luscious and rich she puts it to her cheek then looks around furtively before winding it around her hands and wrists lifting it closer to her neck.
‘Can I help you?’ The assistant appears from nowhere making Selena jump.
‘Oh, em, yes, where are the fitting rooms please?’ The puzzled looking assistant looks quizzically at the black velvet scarf which is the only item in Selena’s arms.
‘It’s over there by the lingerie at the back of the shop. You might want to take some other garments in as well madam?’ Selena nods quickly and grabs the nearest shirt. She makes her way to the changing rooms and tugs at the scarf which has wound its way tighter around her wrist constricting her hand. It feels good and she takes the tag offered by the changing room assistant.
‘Just the two items?’ Selena nods again afraid to speak in case her voice has the tell tale quiver that would alert her and everyone else to her arousal. It always takes her by surprise; it can come from nowhere but when it does, her need is so great, so overwhelming that she has to find a place to go, and fast. She scurries to the furthest cubicle and pulls across the heavy curtain. Damn it, she thinks, the only changing rooms in town without a lock…
She exhales deeply and fully and looks at herself in the mirror. That’s better. Her posture is erect but relaxed and her head is tipped back slightly so she is looking down at herself. She breathes in and fills her lungs, her chest, her breasts. She loves watching her own body as it begins its erotic arousal. Her lips are full and red and she watches her tongue glide over them moistening them. She takes the scarf again and pulls it tight between her hands and snaps it taut. As she watches her reflection she imagines she is watching herself through Jim’s eyes. She slowly lifts the velvet strap up past her chest pausing to drag it across her nipples, she smiles as they spring to attention yearning for her to touch them again but she resists and slowly continues the journey to her neck. She lifts her head high and tips it back further tilting it from side to side to examine her slender neck. She rubs the fabric back and forward over her throat, teasing herself. She feels heat between her legs and watches her feet as they move apart, her heels gliding easily over the lino flooring. She has a skirt on; it is longer than she usually wears as she had treated herself wearing suspenders and stockings that morning. She pushes her back into the wall and slides down it slightly to try and ruffle her skirt higher. She manages to get it a couple of inches but not enough to see the thick black band at the top of her nylons. It frustrates her but this is part of the game to herself. She can’t make it too easy...