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He pulled out a dark purple gown lined with gold that sparkled even more than the one I was wearing. I gasped, rubbing the fabric.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered. “I want this one.”
“Let’s see it on you first,” he said, while stepping into the room and shutting the door.
“Dallas, I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here,” I whispered.
“It’s okay,” he insisted. “I’m just helping you change.”
As his fingers trailed around my waist, I shivered. This was incredibly naughty as we could get caught at any moment. Each lace came undone slowly, tickling the space between my thighs with anticipation. I bit my lower lip while watching his eyes dance over my body. Once he untied the strings, he eased the dress down and knelt on the ground before me. I watched with wonder as his tongue traced the outline of my vulva through my panties, gasping when he bit the fabric to pull it off.
The spell he had over me was tantalizing. I didn’t want to say no, but I also didn’t want to get caught. Regardless of that initial guilt, I was dying to feel his tongue on my sweet flower. He slid between my petals, the warmth from his lips causing me to cover my mouth to stifle a moan. Spreading my legs apart, he lapped at my juicy nectar, savoring the taste quietly as I fell into a state of utter bliss. Another knock came at the door which frightened me, but Dallas didn’t stop.
“Are you alright in there?” asked the clerk.
“Yes, I’m fine!” I replied, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
“Let me know if you need anything,” she said.
“I will. Thank you!” I said through a smile.
I looked down at Dallas who was staring right back, conveying a mischievous grin with his eyes. Another lick sent me spiraling into a fit of shivers. There was nothing to grip around me. My hands searched in a panic for something to hang on to as I fell deeper into the rabbit hole. This would be the point where I would stop caring, where getting caught wasn’t so much a threat as it was an enticing fetish. As he dove down beneath the folds of my petals and sucked slowly on my engorged rose bud, I grabbed his hair.
One more lick sent me into a frenzy, my head moving side to side as I reached climax. Every stroke caused my hips to lunge forward and my heart to race harder. I couldn’t keep quiet for much longer. This was far more exciting than simply stroking myself in my room where I could easily use the pillows as a way to silence my moans. I grabbed my blouse that was sitting on the chair and nearly tumbled over as I squealed into the fabric, biting down on the cotton as my orgasm came in waves.
Dallas smiled when he pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I panted against the wall, trying hard to catch my breath while remaining quiet. I smirked.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“Seemed like a good idea,” he replied with a chuckle. “Now try on the purple dress. I do want to see how it looks.”
I picked up the gown that he had dropped and pulled it over my head, Dallas helping me with the zipper. He admired my reflection while pulling my hair up into a bun.
“This is perfect,” he whispered. “We’re getting this one.”
The dazzling sparkles around the edges of the gown were remarkable. I couldn’t imagine wearing anything less gorgeous than this. I hoped my mother would like it, too. The thought of my mother made me cringe, my eyes darting down to the ground out of fear. I almost didn’t want to face her later, but I knew it was important to go to the premiere. I put on a smile and pushed through the rest of the day, focusing on the joy that would be on her face when she sees my new gown.
After grabbing a bite to eat, we returned to the mansion where time seemed to zip right past me. My mother came home around 6:00 PM and sent us into a frenzy of getting ready, saying she had the limo on the way and that we needed to be ready within thirty minutes. I pulled on my new gown, made up my face, and put on a pair of sparkling heels that we had purchased along with the dress. I wasn’t sure how to do my hair, so I went out to ask my mother if she would do it.
“Oh, Maddy!” she cried in the hallway. “You look so beautiful!”
I thanked her for the compliment and she pulled me down the hall to her room where she sat me in front of her vanity and started pulling my hair up into a stylish bun.
“How was your day with Dallas?” she asked.
Ravishing, I thought with a hint of guilt.
“It was wonderful. He helped me pick this dress,” I replied.
“That’s lovely. It’s such a good shade for your skin and we’ll have your hair done in no time. Are you excited?” she asked.
“Yes, I am. I can’t wait to see one of your creations,” I responded, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
My mother waved her hand, blushing a bit.
“It’s not even the best one, but I’m excited, too. These premieres always make me a bit nervous. I’m being judged for so much,” she explained.
As she went on, I watched her hands move with my hair, expertly pulling it into place with a bobby pin. She sprayed a little hairspray and then took my shoulders, leaning forward to ask how she did.
