Backless Makes Perfect

Ariel Demure walks into that high-end store looking to switch up her whole vibe. Cliff Jensen clocks her right away, steps in with that cocky smile and says he needs measurements. Tells her the numbers will land better if she strips. She grins, catches the vibe, turns around and asks him to slide her zipper down. Dress hits the floor. Bra and panties stay, but the tension? Thick. He measures, hands gliding over skin, both of them getting hotter by the second. Dresses come next, one after another, until Cliff holds up a backless number and asks if she’s ever gone that bold. She hasn’t. Minutes later her bra’s gone and she’s watching herself in the mirror, back completely bare. Cliff tells her the look works—really works. Ariel says she never pictured herself in something like this, but damn, the benefits are obvious. Cliff steps in, plants a slow kiss between her shoulder blades, and the teasing turns into raw, hungry fucking right there in the fitting room.