Chapter 23

The saleswoman led Jasmine to a rack of more daring pieces, her hand lingering on a set that was almost entirely see-through. Jasmine’s eyes went wide, but the excitement in her core grew.

“How about this?” she suggested, holding up a black, lacy number that barely covered anything. “It’s sure to get his attention.”

Jasmine felt a thrill at the woman’s audacity, but she couldn’t deny that the idea of wearing something so revealing was incredibly arousing. She took the lingerie from the saleswoman’s hand, the fabric softer than anything she had felt in a long time.

“Thank you,” Jasmine murmured, her voice low and sultry. “I think… I’ll try this on.”

The saleswoman nodded and handed her three outfits. “Take your time,” she said. “I’ll be right here when you’re ready.” Jasmine could feel her eyes on her as she walked to the dressing room, a mix of excitement and fear pulsing through her veins.

Once inside the small, enclosed space, Jasmine took a deep breath and pulled the curtain closed. She stepped out of her clothes, feeling both naked and powerful. Her eyes scanned the mirror, taking in the way her body had changed over the years, the softness and curves that had come with motherhood.

She slipped into the black lace number, gasping to herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was barely anything, leaving her breasts and pussy almost entirely exposed. The lace clung to her, highlighting every inch of her skin. She felt a thrill run through her, a sense of power that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

As she turned to admire herself from every angle, Jasmine caught movement in her peripheral vision. She saw that she must not have pulled the curtain closed all the way and could see a man through the narrow opening. Her heart skipped a beat. He was standing just outside her dressing room, staring right at her through the gap in the curtain. Jasmine’s first instinct was to be angry, to storm out and make a scene. But instead, she felt a strange sense of arousal, a thrill at the idea of being watched.

The man was obviously waiting for his wife, and Jasmine’s display had apparently been more than he had bargained for. Jasmine’s hand moved to her stomach, tracing the fabric of the lingerie that barely contained her. She knew that from his vantage point, he could see almost everything.

Her anger turned to excitement as she thought about the power she had over this stranger. Jasmine began to sway her hips, her hand sliding down to caress her thigh, teasing the edge of the thong. Jasmine felt a smug satisfaction knowing that she had his attention.

Her hand moved higher, slipping between her legs, her fingertips grazing her clit. Jasmine’s eyes never left the mirror, watching as her face flushed and her chest heaved. The thought of being watched was intoxicating, a secret thrill that she had never experienced before.

Her hand grew bolder, her fingers slipping inside the fabric to tease her slick folds. Jasmine’s eyes closed as she moaned, the sensation of her own touch sending her spiraling closer to the edge. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help it. The excitement of the situation was too much to ignore.

Jasmine’s hand moved faster, her hips rocking against her palm. She was so close, the orgasm building in her core.

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at the mirror, her pupils dilated with desire. Jasmine’s hand slid under the fabric of the lingerie, her fingers finding her clit. She bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

The man outside the dressing room was still watching her, seeing her touch herself, knowing that she was getting off. Jasmine’s heart raced, the thrill of the exhibitionism pushing her over the edge. She could feel the orgasm approaching, a tsunami of pleasure that was going to consume her.

Her breath grew ragged as her hand worked faster, her other hand gripping the side of the dressing room. Jasmine’s knees threatened to buckle as the wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She threw her head back, a silent scream escaping her lips as her pussy clenched around her fingers.

The tremors of her orgasm shook her body, her hand still working herself through the aftershocks. Jasmine felt a sense of triumph, a feeling of power that she had never experienced before. She had done something so wrong, so taboo, and she had enjoyed it.